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#this was Self indulgent tee hee
honestlyhiswife · 4 months
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Ghost and Reader with PTSD !
you know he understands, he knows you understand. he knows you’d do the same for him, and maybe that’s why you two make sense.
please note that ptsd appears differently for everybody, i’m only writing based on my experience and i don’t mean any harm when i write this, i only wish to bring comfort to those struggling too 🤍
this was very self indulgent and not planned out, so apologies in advance ☹️
a.k.a hurt/comfort simon riley and reader because i’m a little BITCH for that
cw : mentions of PTSD ?
the way ghost would love his partner with ptsd no matter what. he understand what it feels like to walk on eggshells, unsure of the next move even if his gut knew. when you ask him “will i be stuck feeling that age whenever i get flashbacks?” he knows that he can’t give an answer because he asks the same question too, so all he does is hug you while pulling your head to his chest even if you’re the same height. he just wants to provide you shelter when the weather’s rocky.
when the nightmares come back, he’s there too. the moment he feels the bed shift a little too much and hears quiet sobs amidst your deep sleep, he’ll gently nudge you back to life. he knows transitioning from the nightmare to reality is horror, being unable to distinguish if it was a memory or if it was your subconscious. that night, he became the little spoon, as long as it allowed you to sleep softly, now that you had an anchor and it was him.
when anniversaries of events come around, he’s already prepared things to do on that day to distract you. the last thing he’d want you to do is actively recall and retrace each moment from that period in time. he’d start the day off by waking you up with the smell of your favourite breakfast like usual, then give you a drink of your choice. he’s got every hour of that day booked with you, finding alternatives to throw away the pain. pottery? he’s got a private slot so that you could release your anger at the clay when kneading it. karaoke? so you can scream out your #1 angry song and have him cheer alongside you. the best part of the day is walking with him in silence. you know he understands, he knows you understand. he knows you’d do the same for him, and maybe that’s why you two make sense. the days get longer each time you remember but that only means you have more moments to spend with him
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lottieshauna · 7 months
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LOTTIE MATTHEWS and SHAUNA SHIPMAN YELLOWJACKETS -> 2.03 Digestif
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p4rty4nim4l · 8 hours
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thought about how gaty and two are besties, so why not make four and saw besties?
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tianhai03 · 2 years
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i went to the beach with my family today and i brought dante bean along!!! so have the dumb doodles i did last night before going + pics i took today with regular sized dante(?) drawn over them :D
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dinerfries · 1 year
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eveningapedrama · 1 year
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i like the fur on this one!!! might try the method again i honestly feel like i could've added definition for forever....
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gaytoescvlt · 2 months
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CW: Infidelity, P in V, unprotected sex, breeding, degradation, use of the word “daddy” (only twice though)
Imagine fucking your friend’s boyfriend…
You go to hangout with him while your friend is at work at it starts off innocent. He says he likes your outfit, and you two have become pretty close so you think nothing of it. Then things start to heat up. You feel a hand brush against your thigh, but it was probably an accident…right..? Then he starts to play with your hair, telling you about how his sex life with his girlfriend is getting boring.
Eventually he just grabs your jaw and kisses you. You pull back, saying that it isn’t right and that you’d never want to hurt your friend in that way, but the way his cheeks are flushed, and the way his breathing is heavy, he looks almost irresistible.
So…fuck it ig.
You climb onto his lap and begin grinding your heat against the prominent bulge in his pants.
“Your so fucking hot.” He groans
Somehow you’ve found yourself bent over his large bed as he’s behind you, licking at your pussy. He starts by teasing your clit and gathers up some of your slick from your slit. He then begins to lightly suck at your clit while prodding a finger at your entrance. He slowly begins fucking you on his finger and you feel like you might explode. He then adds a second finger, while continuing his assault on your clit which has you dangerously close to the edge. Just as your vision starts to blur, he pulls away entirely causing your orgasm to die down.
“You didn’t think it would be that easy did you? Pretty sluts like you need to work for their rewards.”
With that, you make your way off the bed and onto your knees. You stare up at him with pretty doe eyes before undoing the button of his jeans, you slowly slide down his jeans along with his boxers to reveal his mouthwatering length. You start by stroking him lightly with your hand which causes his breath to shake, then you place a few experimental licks to the tip of his cock.
“Quit teasing and suck, whore.”
You do as you’re told and slowly take his length into your mouth. You choke a little around him, but he just whimpers a bit in response. You start a good pace and soon enough you feel a hand at the back of your head. He’s not forcing your head down or anything, just resting it there, and it was honestly quite comforting. After a few minutes, you can feel him twitching and his moans become slightly more wanton and broken. He lifts you up and throws you back onto the bed.
“Good girl.”
He lines his tip up with your entrance and bottoms out in one thrust. Tears begin to well at your eyes from the stretch, but the pain subsides as he begins to move. You turn into a moaning mess beneath him as he snakes his hand to your throat and begins to squeeze.
“Daddy…I’m close…please let me cum, I-I’ll be a good girl…” you barely manage to say.
“F-fuck…say that again, princess..your so good f’me..I’m gonna fill up this slutty hole..”
You call him daddy again and his thrusts pick up the pace.
“I want it inside…please..” you begged (probably not smart but womp womp)
“Im gonna breed your slutty hole until your nice n full baby…f-fuck..” his hips stuttered.
With a few more thrusts, you came, clenching down tightly on his cock. That’s all he needed and so he followed suit, painting your walls a pretty white.
He collapsed beside you and offered to help you clean up. Small problem though…you look out the window and see your friends car in the driveway…
This isn’t for a specific fandom or character, but I wanted to feed you little freaks something yummy ;P
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calamitys-child · 1 year
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Problem is. I'm very outspoken about friendship and teamwork and platonic relationships being able to be as good at looking out for each other and doing affection of various kinds as any romantic and/or sexual relationship can be. But like. I still have almost nobody in my life who actually gives half a shit what I'm doing day to day regardless of what I do with to or for them or how close our relationship looks and girl I sure as shit ain't dating fuckin anyone. So.
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apocalypsegay · 8 months
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sechen moment
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bluwingz-artz · 1 year
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Mermay 2023 Day 5: it’s ok :P she won’t bite much
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astrovagrant · 8 months
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reaching into my lara croft legend roots here for how i'm bringing the 5e convention of "having a patron" back into 3.5e for magda
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because he fights monsters ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯
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teongkas · 1 year
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art dump
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rightfully dubbed 'The Silly'
(as you can see, colors are still my enemy)
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comic brainrot i had for a while had to make it go, dunno whose words these are tho, i searched it and it lead me to ifunny
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ezlo-x · 2 months
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totk au where its self-indulgent and it fits MY wants AND needs for the series 🙄
anywayz fun whimsy au for the sillies. there's for sure holes in this but idgaf I wanted to draw the Zonai as Minish as I hced a while back the Zonai are a Minish tribe and whatevs <3 I replaced the Master Sword for the Picori Sword cuz idk it made sense to me. ngl tho I was debating who Ganondorf should kill off first, Rauru or Sonia, but just ultimately decided to stick to canon with that part so sorry Sonia enthusiast 😔 I will repay you one day
ALSO THEIR HEIGHT CHART TEE HEE THEY ARE ALL ITTY BITTY except for Ganondorf and maybe Sonia, she's average height. And that's as tall as Zelda is going to get el oh el
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kid-sid · 1 year
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Sid looks like if you condensed all of Mindless Self Indulgence's songs into a watery glob and dumped it onto a page (I say this with great affection)
for a guy who doesn't listen to music he sure does!! thank you!! I have a sidester playlist and never wanted to dance is like. the first song on there. so glad you understand my vision.
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catcze · 8 months
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Hiii catte, just wanted to appreciate your work towards the whoreslay nation I EAT UP everything you put out.
Hmmmm as for wrio thoughts, maybe him making pink coloured tea after finding out it’s your favourite colour 😏 better yet, a pink themed tea party.
(yes I am encouraging you to write something self-indulgent because the yoinking accessories off your person fic has been rotting in my brain despite my irl aesthetic being like wrio. I just think it’s cute :])
Take care and have a lovely day/evening/night✨
anon i literally love youuu thank you for enabling me to be self indulgent tee hee ♡ take care too baby !!
Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!
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It's something so offhanded— you hadn't expected him to give it much importance.
"Something wrong with the tea?" Wriothesley asks one afternoon, brows furrowing when he notices that you had yet to take a sip of your teacup. Instead, you had been staring at your drink for quite some time, lost in thought.
His question startles you out of whatever thoughts you were having, though. "What? Oh— no no, nothing like that. It's just... the color's really pretty," you tell him bashfully, a small smile on your face.
Wriothesley looks down at his own cup in thought. To him it's just... pink? It tasted good, don't get him wrong. Sweeter than some of the other teas he had served before, thanks to the dries strawberries and raspberries that had been infused into the tea. But he didn't realize that it was something you found particularly entrancing.
That one instance with the tea makes him notice something afterwards: you always had something pink on your person. Whether that be a charm, an accessory, a piece of clothing, or if your whole outfit was just the color pink. Even the color of some of the foods you eat— cakes with pink berry cream, milk colored pink with strawberries, you name it. If there's food with anything pink on it, chances are you're going to try it. Wriothesley honestly wonders how he doesn't realize it sooner.
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When you walk up the stairs to Wriothesley's office, you're expecting it to be just any other afternoon tea session with him. Maybe, if he wants to spice things, he got his hands on a foreign blend that he wants you to taste. Maybe he brought some cakes and crepes from a new bakery in the city.
What you are not expecting, however, is for his dark and relatively industrial-looking office to be covered head to toe in pink.
All you can do is gape, mouth open as you try to take in the barrage of pastel pinks, creams, and whites that decorate the whole space. Even Wriothesley himself, who meets you at the landing of the staircase, has donned a little bit of pink against his otherwise black outfit— one of your pink neck ties replaces his usual red, and a heart shaped earring dangles from his ear, both obviously pilfered from your collection.
"What—" you can't help but giggle, giddy and overcome with wonder. "What is this?"
"Nothing special," your boyfriend says humbly, even though what he did means the world to you. "Just wanted to do something nice for you, is all. You really seem to like the color pink, so I thought to myself... giving you a pink tea party is definitely something I can do."
You can feel your heart swell, choking up because damn you love this man so much, and he loves you even more. You can't bring yourself to say anything, can't even will away the tears gathering in your eyes because you're so touched by this sweet, sweet man and all the love he's handed to you on a silver platter. You sniff, and you can already feel the waterworks coming.
Wriothesley panics when he sees the way your lip wobbles and the way your eyes shine with tears. He grimaces, hands immediately going to your arms to hold you and pull you close. And if anything, that just makes you cry even more.
"What's wrong, baby?" he murmurs into your hair, hand petting your back in an attempt to soothe you. You just hiccup, burying into his warm chest even further, neither of you caring about how you're getting tears on his shirt.
You cry for a bit more and Wriothesley lets you, cooing into your ear. He hugs you close, kisses your forehead, and runs his hands through the ends of your hair, carefully undoing any tangles. And when the tears die down, you pull away from his chest with a small sniff, just enough to be able to look at his face.
"All done?" He asks, and you nod, rubbing the tears from your eyes. No doubt you look like a mess— bitten lips, tear stains, swollen eyes and messy hair, but Wriothesley still looks at you like you're the only thing in this world worth looking at.
"Sorry," you begin, voice hoarse, "I- I just really love this—" you cast a glance around the room, eyes tearing up again, but you try your best not to cry this time. "And I just really love you. So, so, so much. You make me so happy," you tell him, leaning close and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
Wriothesley's heart races. His face flushes and his hands shake and gods he can feel an itch in his eyes that he does his best to tamp down, because no doubt if he started crying, so would you, and the tea he worked so hard to prepare would go cold, and he can't have that. So he inhales deeply, wipes away your tears with the pad of his thumb, and leads you by the hand to the pink table where your pink tea party awaits.
"I love you too, sweetheart," He murmurs, sitting across from you, still holding your hand over the table. "Forever and always."
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