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@secrettigerlore
When one of my moots that I've labelled 'famous' in my head interacts with me
@silverlullabies @konigs-lover @konigswaifu @rawme-price @lucas-cant-write @hatsbuckets @total-killer-brainrot @ everyone else that moots with me 💗💋🥰👩❤️💋👩👩❤️💋👨👩❤️👨🫶
btw if you spam like my posts i will assume you’re masturbating to my blog and you are required to tell me which post made you cum <3
She can act sweet all day. But when she’s in my bed, soaking through the sheets, she’s just a filthy little slut waiting to be used properly.
Women can write m/m. Men can write f/f. Asexuals can write filthy smut. Lesbians and gay men can write m/f. It's all arbitrary anyway. Who give a shit.
"Oh but they don't have an experience of-" I don't have any experience committing or solving murders either but that's still mostly what I read and write about.
I've never banged an alien but here we are.
You've never banged an alien yet! There's always time!
They've probably downgraded the watch status for area 51 by now, let's go!!
Reader who has a real job and actual bills. Reader who prioritizes her own peace over his feelings. Reader who has hobbies that don’t revolve around a man. Reader who actually has a life outside of him. Reader who says “no” and means it. Reader who isn't easily impressed. Reader who’s petty. Reader who has trust issues. Reader who chooses her girls every single time. Reader who has a body count and isn't ashamed of it. Reader who is exhausted by male fragility. Reader who holds grudges. Reader who’s a mess. Reader who’s mentally ill. Reader who makes mistakes. Reader who’s manipulative. Reader who’s selfish. Reader who’s morally gray. Reader who’s awful. Reader who genuinely doesn’t give a fuck.
Imagine being the first human your alien meets, and thinks everyone acts like you, so he starts to copy everything you do. It takes him a while, but he ends up finding out that you are neurodivergent and he learned nothing about social interaction and normal behaviour.
My biological father never told me he loved me while I was growing up so now I have to fantasize about old men raping me in order to feel that fatherly love
#MyGhost
#MyGhost
Ghost visits his grave, sometimes.
Not the one he was actually in, no, the empty one at the end of a row of Rileys. He's not sure why he does it, maybe to get a look at something physical with his name on it and not whatever fake ID laswell sent him this month.
Recently, he's noticed a little fox that skitters into hiding whenever he approaches, though if he looked he'd find a den under his grave.
He's...not sure why, but he keeps coming back during the winter. Not for his grave, but for the little fox. He's terrified they won't make it through the cold. Thank god he did, because he finds a tiny ball of red fur frozen in the snow.
Ghost doesn't hesitate to scoop up the fox, bundling it in his only snow jacket as he walks back to his apartment in short-sleeves.
Only...when ghost wakes up after passing out that night, the fox he was curled around is....gone??
And there's some teen currently ransacking his fridge???
"...no. no way. Sir fox??" Ghost asks, eyes wide. You have the same patch of white hair where sir fox had white fur on his head.
"That is the worst name I've ever been given." You hiss, then promptly throw a moldy loaf of bread at him.
Thinking about Saint Bernard!price who is too damn old to deal with all the energy border collie!reader has at night...
He loves you, he really does, but price also loves not having knee pain every single day of the week and having to chug coffee in the mornings. Without fail, every night you're crawling on top of him, nosing at his neck with a playfully twitching tail.
"Settle down, runt. I've got meetings in the morning tomorrow, and you have training." He huffs, but indulegently let's you snuffle at his jaw. Sometimes, you rut against his thigh for a bit before tuckering yourself out.
Tonight, clearly, is not one of those night.
You yelp in surprise when price flips your positions, looming over you with a fondly annoyed expression. "You," he huffs, scoffing when his hands find an already lubed hole "are a menace. What happened to my obedient mate?"
You simply whine, ears pinning in apology and thighs falling open. As if price would ever believe your faux-guilt when your tail is thumping against the mattress as he lines himself up.
In one swift, overwhelming motion, price thrusts down to the hilt. This time you do yip in shock, back arching, ears perked. Before you can properly bask in the moment, price is putting his full weight on top of you with a gruff "i don't reward bad behavior, you know that, runt."
One, two, three half-thrusts and price's knot is inflating. Keeping you two locked together, he hunkers down and ignores your pitiful whines. The rest of the night you're pinned under price, even as he goes soft and his cum leaks around you, he's dead weight when asleep.
You fall alseep too, eventually, edged and horny the entire night. Your mate just laughs at your grumpy expression in the morning, licking your neck soothingly and reminding "it's not the weekend. Yer well aware of the rules."
I love your version of Simon, how you draw him is probably my favorite way he’s ever been drawn and portrayed. Now like 99% of the time I picture him with a hole in his cheek when reading fic. Is every Simon/Ghost you write of that version of him?
Essentially, yes!! He's always big and beefy when I think of him, and the hole in his cheek is basically mandatory
Here's a lil doodle of him hehe :> he can be very dramatic sometimes. Also I love the concept of ghost taking off his mask being a sign that u know ur gonna die. Bc no one knows what he looks like and anyone who tries ends up "missing".
dry humping until there’s nothing dry about it.>>>>
<3
“Owww, kinktober is over 😔😔😔”
AS IF YOU DIDN’T READ SMUT ALL YEAR ROUND, YOU WHOREEEEEE
It’s super old of me but I can’t read these tiny text posts anymore omg
I understand some of you are 19 but that is not an old man, he's 32.
a thing they don't tell you about turning 40 is that you'll be reading a book about a Hot Old Man and then the author says he's like 36 or 37 :((
if you're gonna call him old, i need him to have: greying (or fully grey/white) hair. a dick that doesn't work a lot. a dick that has one orgasm per encounter. a back that goes out because they swatted at a wasp wrong. a back that needs to be in like, sniper position in order to eat pussy if that's his pref. pre-retirement info saved on his computer.
