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cocky nerdjo ! pt.2 | previous

ᢉ𐭩 what’s playing : mosquito by pinkpantheress

a/n: i know this is so short im sorry, i had a busy week and took the weekend to rest. also idk how to put more than 10 images on one post and i can’t use tumblr on my computer🫩 what are we thinking ab making this a series…

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I almost forgot it's Witch Hat Monday!😭 I'm still so busy with the Kickstarter I hope I'll have the energy to watch the new episode today. Here's more fanart of my boy Custas. I have so many ideas for more Coco and Qifrey fanart, I just need to find the time to draw them.

[chelathy]

Who’s up witching their hats

[sol-rust]

wha sketches

[ceilidho]

tweaking thinking about reader waking up in the hospital in a small coastal town with no recollection of who she is and where she came from, only to look over and meet the wide, charming grin of a Scottish stranger who introduces himself as her husband when she asks who he is.

the doctor says she’s fine otherwise though; no concussion, no symptoms apart from her total lack of memories. nothing to do but rest and wait for them to come back, he says, shrugging like the massive dearth of identity - the black hole in her memory spanning from the beginning of her life until precisely twenty minutes ago - is something he can just shrug off.

he takes her home though - Johnny, her husband, handsy enough as he leads her out of the hospital that she has to imagine he’s done this with her before - and drags her to bed the same day, brushes off all of her concerns by reminding her that his hands and lips only feel unfamiliar because she took a tumble and shook her memories loose. they’ll come back to her eventually though, and won’t she feel silly then trying to bat her own husband’s hands off her when he was so worried about her.

(that’s not the truth though, is it? but how is she to know that he just wandered in off the street, a stranger in the right place at the wrong time. was in the hospital for some other reason - couple stitches after he nearly cut open his hand doing a bit of work in the yard - when he spotted her unconscious form as the paramedics wheeled her in on a gurney and just followed them to her room, lying through his teeth the whole while. couldn’t believe his luck when she woke up and couldn’t even recall her own name.)

(he’s just got to wait her out. keep her happy and sated and fucked and pampered to that when those pesky memories come back, she won’t want to leave him.)

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part 4

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cw: cussing, sick freaky behaviour mentioned, justice is served

a/n: so whos happy now LOLLLLLL

I KNOW maybe some of you want more justice so tulip girl will get her karma,, after this i will make an epilogue for this! stay tunedddd thank you for the support for this <33

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part 3 > part 4

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cw : cussing, kms joke, yall gonna get so mad at me and tulip girl LOL

a/n: i cant believe yall actually cheeseballed LMFAOOO i kept giggling... also sorry this came late, i decided to play roblox for hours.. then napped then roblox again.. now finally posting.. so now for part 4 say chicken jockey LMFOOAAOOA #menacetosociety

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part 2 of the insta notes with sukuna !! > part 3

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a/n: i actly wasnt planning on making a part 2 LOL but now who wants part 3 say Cheeseball

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i keep thinking about secretly obsessed friend of a friend simon, who you're convinced thinks you're fucking annoying.

after all, he keeps staring at you with his arms crossed over his chest, not reacting to anything you say or do with anything other than a dead-eyed stare. he's never said or done anything particularly cruel or anything, so you just resign yourself to giving him a wide berth and leaving him well enough alone when you all get together for group outings. goodness knows that kyle is good enough company that you can easily forget about the giant dude with a chip on his shoulder glaring your direction.

one night on the way home from the pub, simon appears seemingly out of nowhere, taking you by the arm and telling you that he's walking you home. it's not a request, and it isn't said like it's a favor, but you're too startled by him actually talking to you to really put up any fuss. he doesn't say anything else until he herds you through your flat's door, sliding the backpack you hadn't noticed him wearing onto the floor as he orders you to drink a glass of water.

"thanks for, uh, looking out for me." you tell him after gulping down the last of your water, setting your cup on the counter before rejoining him in the living room, careful to give him his space. "not gonna lie, i'm kind of surprised you walked me home. i, uh, i definitely thought you didn't like me."

"what." it's less a question and more a flat statement of surprise.

"i mean, you just, uh. glare at me. all the time. and you don't talk to me. so." embarrassment swells up suddenly like a sneaker wave, flooding your face with heat. shit, fuck, you're talking too much again. fucking vodka crans. simon crosses his arms over his chest and stares at you over his mask, and you can't help but point at him.

"see! yeah, just like that! all the time!" you exclaim, and it's sort of satisfying to see normally stoic simon's eyebrows rocket upwards in obvious confusion.

"s'just my face, love. that's just what i look like."

"yeah, well, your resting face still says 'you're annoying, go away'." you point out, and you watch simon's face do something too complicated for your vodka-addled mind to fully comprehend.

"you've been givin' me a wide berth because you think i find you annoyin'." he says slowly, trying to piece together what you're saying.

"yeah, i mean. you wouldn't be the first person to think so." the words slide out before you can even process them, and it's like a verbal punch to your own gut. how humiliating.

"no."

you blink and furrow your brows.

"no?"

"no." he says simply, taking slow strides as he closes the gap between you. "never found you annoyin'. i was mostly just pissed you kept avoidin' me."

"pissed?" you ask, voice smaller as he steps right into your space, backing you up against the wall.

"mhm. 'til now i thought you were either uptight or a bloody tease, waggin' that big fat arse at me but never lettin' me near. s'pose we were both readin' each other wrong, eh? turns out you're just a good girl, aren't you? tryin' t'be sweet and givin' me some space- but i never wanted space from you, sweet'eart. not ever." slowly, he pulls his mask off, tips of his ears bending as the loops catch before he throws it to the ground. his broken, scarred nosed bumps against yours as he stares deep into your eyes.

"looks like we've both been real bloody stupid, eh? circlin' around each other when we could've been 'avin' fun this whole time." he breathes against your lips before going in for a kiss, big hands clamped onto your arms as if he's afraid you'll run away.

something lights up in your brain, an alarm, some sort of warning system going off- but through the haze of liquor and a big, broad shouldered man pinning you to the wall with a kiss, it's drowned out enitrely, alert entirely unheeded.

it's not the best kiss you've ever had, but it's certainly the most passionate. seems he's letting out months and months of pent-up frustration and want, judging by the way he's all over you, leaving you breathless as he sucks and nips at your lips, licking into your mouth like he's trying to find a way to devour you from the inside out.

it feels the same when he finally steers you towards bed, stripping you down and laying you out, muttering things you don't understand, like how you're too good for your own good, how close he was to doin' somethin' about it, how he's got plans for you, nice ones, sweet things for the best girl.

his mouth and hands are everywhere, making your head feel far more swimmy than any liquor ever could. when he eats you out he's like a man starved, groaning directly into your cunt as he sloppily makes out with it. he's not satisfied until you cum on his tongue twice, and wastes no time pressing a wet, messy kiss to your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself on his lips.

"t'think, we've been dancin' 'round each other this whole bloody time, when you could've been right 'ere, right where you belong." he practically growls in your ear as he notches his cock into your cunt. he groans on the entire slow slide in, sighing almost wistfully when he bottoms out.

"like 'ow easy you are f'me, pet. thought you were gonna make it so much 'arder- not that i'm complainin', mind. got a lot of lost time t'make up for, yeah?" he kisses your neck, sucking at the skin. "no more leavin' the room when i walk in. no more sittin' farthest away when we oll go out. from now on, it's me by your side. olways."

he spends the entire rest of the night wringing orgasm after orgasm out of you, refusing to call it quits until you threaten to pass out on him. when he's finally done, leaving you sweaty and exhausted in your bed, he'll take a minute to hide his backpack so you don't find it before he leaves. it would be such a shame if you were to ruin everything by getting curious and looking inside.

after all, there's only so many ways to interpret the presence of duct tape, a bottle of lube, a few condoms, and a chef's knife wrapped in a kitchen towel.

[magicalmatcha]

finally found time to watch the supergirl trailer, you guys are gonna be so sick of me this summer

[dvg-tvgs]

Now imagine that scenario with reader being knocked up by Price, but instead of Kyle being our knight in shining armor, it's Ghost or Soap in Kyle's place. Would it be different?

you're knocked up by price but simon finds you?

simon's had a thing for you for a while. of course, he does nothing about it. he leaves the room for a ciggy break whenever you enter it.

but then you get pregnant with price's kid. price who is married. price who you're trying so hard not to be in love with.

he doesn't think too highly of you after that. you're fucking a married man, pregnant with his kid. it's kind of disgusting, don't you think?

but you're crying and simon can't stay away from you. he can't help but comfort you, offer you a shoulder to cry on. he's sat beside you, stiff as while you cry on his shoulder. he doesn't pick up on much of what you're saying between your cries.

but you didn't know price was married, that much was clear.

"you could get rid of it," simon suggests.

you're no longer crying when you smack his shoulder. "funny," you say, deadpan. "we have a fucked up job, ghost. this might be my only chance to have a baby."

everything is still around him. "simon," he says to you. "call me simon." you might as well, he realises. your kids are gonna be calling him dad, after all.

(yeah, he hasn't made a move yet. but he will. now he knows your sleeping with price was just that, now he knows you didn't know price was married, he realises it's time to make his move.

but, because it's simon, it'll take several months at least)

[to00fu]

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[rawme-price]

Ghost genuinely doesn't understand why you would want to lose weight.

He tells you as much when you comment about starting a diet, brow furrowed under the mask "yer a civilian, love. No reason to torture yerself."

You try to explain that it's for your looks, that you noticed how your upper arms sag and your gut is always sticking out over jeans when you sit. To which ghost grunts "...jerk off to the thought o' you and yer body everyday. If it helps."

Which...he does, actually. Ghost isn't dressing up his words to make you feel nice, he simply can't get enough of your plush body. Practically begs you for photos all the time, not just nudes but silly ones of your outfits or selfies on a day out. He's so horribly in love he jerks off to the half–asleep barely illuminated selfies you take when you wake up in the middle of the night.

Had you better stamina, you're sure your boyfriend would keep you bent over near constantly if the mess between your thighs from his midnight desire is anything to go by.

Any thoughts of cutting calories or opting for a salad are always dashed when ghosts groggy "mornin' lovie...." is accompanied by two large hands kneading the fat of your chest and sides.

Ghost loves his fat partner, and he makes sure you know it.

He...also might need to he held back from pulling a knife when someone makes a snide comment.

[i-am-a-fish]

don't be mean to yourself that's you

[i-am-a-fish]

you live there

[tojisteddy]

untitled unmastered

or: simon fucks the brat out of you.

cw: 2.1k words (omfg), mdni 18+, smut with tiny plot, harddom!simon, dub-con, brat taming, edging, dacryphilia, p in v, vibrator, spanking, daddy kink, ddlg dynamics, (lite) degradation, dumbification, squirting, pet names

a/n: I didn’t have a title for this, my bad. There was a chunk of words missing double my bad.

Simon doesn’t do brats.

Plain and simple.

Truthfully there was only enough room for one brat— him. He knew but he was kinda shitty, lovingly shitty (only to you, everyone else didn’t get it) and Fish on Simons good days (the dog that he swore was yours and yours alone because he truly was an annoying little shit).

Simon didn’t have the temper for them.

The blonde didn’t know where the little attitude came from, your period was weeks off, and the man himself (who admittedly had a track list of making you cry ((in the past-ish)) hadn’t done it this time.

But Jesus, you’d spent so long cursing up a storm at him, rolling your eyes and doing the exact opposite of he told you to do— looking back, he let you. He’d let you huff and puff like you’d blow that brick house down, you of all people, his precious Princess, would never get the reaction you wanted out of him.

It’d go on and on, and on till you’d finally notice the silence radiating off of the blonde and the large mahogany front door of the house locks with a ‘click.’

There’s a bone chilling, ‘snap’ as you two stood in the foyer, Ghost pointed his large index finger towards the couch, “Sit.”

“Simo—“

It’s quick, he’s grabbing your forearm, dragging you to the living room and placing you on the couch. A pout forms on your lips, you already know you’re in for it. Internally cursing at yourself, your big brown eyes follow his movement to the steps upstairs.

“I-I don’t want to.” You squeaked out. And Simon stops in his tracks, eyes squinting at you.

“ ‘S it ‘bout what y’want? The fuck did I tell you to do?”

Without another word, he’s up the steps and you can feel the lump in your throat build. He’d let you sit in fear for a few minutes, restless, heart beating louder than the house creaking. You hear Simons heavy footsteps as he comes back downstairs, your brown eyes on him again, and this time his hands aren’t empty.

A little vibrator with a remote in one hand, a pack of cigarettes in the other. He sat on the couch and looked over at you, “Gonna get in daddy’s lap or am I gonna ‘have t’make you?”

Most didn’t know unless you were on an opposing person, Simon was ridiculously heavy handed. Calloused & large hands that were good with multiple weapons of destruction were also good at keeping things in order. Keeping you in order. And the first smack is like a strike of thunder. Egregiously loud, painful, “It hurts!” You yelp out trying to get out of his hold.

“‘S meant to,” he grunts, his lips in a thin line, pulling you back on his lap, rubbing your bottom, soothing it.

The next couple smacks has you thrashing around, trying to apologize ‘I’m sorry’ ’I didn’t mean to’ and trying to get out of this man’s grasp so much he pinned your arms behind your back, smacks down to your thighs now—

Letting out a sigh through his nose, “Make it worse f’y’self, don’t give a shit kid.”

And you sob, body jerking with every swat, then resetting itself properly over Simons lap. Your ass was raw by the time he’d decided to stop, something the older man knew he’d have to take care of later because it would be purple from how bad he bruised it.

Simon almost wants to ask if you’re the crazy one here because despite him making sure your ass was busted and blue— your panties were soaked. To the point it’s starting to get his jeans wet. It’s almost laughable. Almost.

He slides your panties to the side, dipping a thick finger inside the wet ocean that was your hole then replacing said finger with a devilish little vibrator Simon only brought out to fuck with you. And you despised the little thing. Simon lifted you off his lap and to sat you on the ground, right on your aching bottom so he’d see you cry a little more.

You looked so gorgeous crying for him.

He gave you a devlish grin, sucking your remnants that was left on his finger. “You stay like that till I say.”

You frantically shake your head, wiping away the tears, “Daddy I- hicc- I can’t. I can’t do it.”

Simon thinks for a moment, taking a cigarette out of the pack. He cracks his neck, lighting the cigarette after a few ‘flick’s of the lighter that sat it on the coffee table, raising two fingers as he rests his elbows on his knee.

“Got two options, you know ‘em don’t you?” or was your brain already fizzled out?

You’d either: take the vibrator out yourself and make this whole situation ten times worse or you’d handle it.

Good girls handled it, didn’t they?

The blonde had turned the tv on, a burning cigarette hanging from his mouth, nursing a glass of whiskey. His eyes were on the monitor, fully laid back like what was happening to you wasn’t happening, but he’d kept you in the corner of his eye. Observing, watching as you withered to a complete, fucked out mess.

“Pa, I wan- I wanna stop. I’m sorry.” You keened, you were fully laid on the floor. Your body trembling on the carpet.

But all Simon did was lift his pointer finger to his lips, shushing you.

“Hear that?” and your eyes are shaky following his gaze as he gestured to the quiet of the room. The only thing heard was the murmur of the tv and your soft mewling as that damned vibrator humming inside you. “It’s what it should always sound like when you don’t piss me off. I don’t think you understand that yet though.”

“I do! I do pa-“

“Shut your fuckin mouth [+].”

Slowly but surely turning the vibrator up, up, up and that fatherly sixth sense kicks in because he knows you, and I mean really knows you. The way you moan, the way you squeeze your legs together for friction, closing your eyes shut because you’re about to cum and at the exact right moment, he turns it all the way down so you won’t.

And every time you beg, plead for forgiveness, you whine, sob, roll around on the floor like a god damn animal. You’d reach out to hold on to him, he’s pushing you off, right on your tender bottom, and turning up the tv.

Simon doesn’t want to hear it. It gives him a headache.

And it goes on like that, for hours.

It could’ve been days and you wouldn’t have realized. edging you to completely dumb you down and sub you out, till you’re on the brink of insanity.

Shaky breaths, and a tear stained face, face laying on the couch and drool & snot wetting the cushions, mumbling incoherent words.

And then you hear it, God speaking, “Come here Kitty.”

And it takes everything in you to pull yourself off the floor, legs just about ready to give out with every little step you made towards Simon. You stood in between Simons thighs, flopping down on your knees and full on weeping into Simons thigh. Oh the dramatics.

Your chest rapidly moved up and down, choking on your on tears. Ghosts large hand came down from what seems to be heaven, taking your face in his hand. You immediately leaned into it, your eyes finding his.

“You understand doin this shit is annoyin don’t you?”

“I- I understand.” you hiccuped, biting your lip to hold in whatever cries were still left in you.

“I don’t like beatin you but you have to understand. You don’t curse at me and bitch all fuckin day and think I’ll let it slide. Didn’t raise you like that, have I?” Simons huffs, going through the end table in search of something, then places it in your hands. “Wipe your face doll.”

“No sir,” you sniffle, wiping away whatever mess was on your face has been left there with the tissues Ghost gave you. “I- I was- I wasn’t bein smart.”

“No, no you weren’t. You were a dumb little brat. You use your words when you’re annoyed at me, think it’s quite a simple thing I ask of you and still you went and threw a tantrum. Almost gave me a headache from that whinin… but it’s just a little fuck up huh, honey?” He lifted your chin in his fingers, still his pretty baby, just a little absent minded.

“Yes sir, I- hmm- hicc- I wanna be gooood,” you slurred, gripping his hand in your own. He hummed, gently pulling you into his arms. Your body immediately melted against him, rubbing your face in his neck as his hands rubbed your back. You hadn’t even realized you started humping his thigh, soft whines leaving your plump lips.

He chuckles, “Damn, you’re fuckin trouble, thinkin with your fuckin cunt. Such a slut. Think I should help you? Hm, let you cum once?” One of his hands trail from your neck, down the valley of your breasts to your ruined underwear, bucking his hips against yours.

You moaned just from his touch, “Need you- need you shoo bad daddy. Only you. I’ll be good- promise! I’ll be good!”

“Turn around then, you know what to do.”

Like instinct, you got your hands and knees on the couch. Gripping the back of it and lifting your ass in the air. Simon ripped your panties off, sliding two fingers inside your cunt to fetch the vibrator that had hiked up inside you. You moaned, lashes fluttering shut and body finally going limp from exhaustion once he pulled it out. Simon caught you though, gripping onto your cheeks from behind and squeezing them together.

“Ah, ah, ah, stay with me now doll, gotta give you what you asked for.”

And all you can do is take it because it’s truly what you need after he’s out you through the wringer. Daddy’s cock giving you a nice and hardy K.O.

“Biiiig stretch, come on baby, fuckin chokin me ‘ere.” He’s rocking into you, slow. Making sure you’re stuffed and every vein of his pulsing dick that was splitting you in half.

As soon as he’s fit himself fully inside your pussy, a smack lands on your bruised ass. You look back at him with those big doe eyes, so fuckin sexy, “Hurts pa.”

“I’m sorry doll,” Ghost crooned, hands trailing up and down the sides of your hips. “Didn’t mean to.” Force of habit.

Your bottom lip stuck itself out, eyebrows furrowing, “You’re lyin.”

That damned smirk can’t help but form on his lips, chuckling before slamming his hips into yours, “Fuck, you’re my pretty girl for a reason. Know me. so. damn. well.”

Simons jackhammering into your cunt, fast and incredibly rude thrusts into your velvety walls. So fucking big, you could see the budge forming in your stomach in your low eyes with every kiss Simon gave your uterus with the tip of his dick.

“I can- I can feel it, alllll the way in my throat pa,” your fucking blabbering whatever was coming to mind, drool starting to come out of your mouth. “ ‘mazin, so amazin daddy. Thank you, thank you,” Hearts were forming in your eyes.

“Tch, So fuckin stupid on my cock, a brainless kitty. You love it, don’t you sweetheart?”

You moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head “Love it soooo m-much nnngh!”

Ghosts hand cums down to your puffy cunt, giving your clit a little flick with his fingers before slowly starting to rub it.

“ ‘M sensitive. It’s sensitive Daddy.” You mumbled, trying to push his hand away but all he did was rub harsher, cooing, “Shhhh, I knooow kid, it’s okay, lean into it.”

Your breath hitched, eyes widening as your stomach turned, you knew that feeling. Too strong, to powerful, too much— “No, ‘s too much-”

“-Cut it out [+],” Simons voice is sharp, it drops lower. the slouching of your sopping cunt and his precum getting louder by the second with every movement.

“The couch’ll get messyyy!” You mewled, You were kicking your legs, as if that would do anything with the position you were in.

Ghost grabbed you by the hair, tight, pulling you you into him, growling in your ear, “Then get it fuckin messy you filthy. bitch.”

And it’s like a guns gone off, you see every single white star forming in your eyes, your whole body shaking, fucking spraying the couch with your juices as you scream. Creaming all over Simons length, dripping down your thighs.

And Simon holds you against his chest, a tender kiss meets your forehead, “good girl, princess.”

a/n: celebrating 2k!!! Thank you everyone so so much!! I love youuuu stinkas🥺 I’m not all that confident in my work but at least one of you reads it. I’m greatful. In the words of Marge Simpson, “whoever you are, thank you🥺😘”

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[kamislop]

bitch slapping fwb!touya during an argument 18+ MDNI!!!

it was stupid. a petty argument that sparked during the ride from uni to his place. a fuck-buddy shouldn’t be the kind of guy who comes pick you up when classes are over, but that’s a story for another day.

actually, you don’t even remember what started it. perhaps a hairtie in his glove box that definitely wasn’t your but touya claimed it was. perhaps it was the music that was too loud. perhaps you just wanted to fuck, not to hear him run his mouth about whatever the fuck he had going on. a fuck-buddy shouldn’t be the kind of guy who rants to you about his daddy issues.

and that’s exactly why touya wasn’t your boyfriend— zero communication skills, and you certainly weren’t his therapist. so the argument escalated, spitting venom at each other outside of the car, in the elevator, and all the way down the hall to his apartment. when he closed the door, you snapped.

slap!

the smack of your palm against his cheek wasn’t loud, but the heavy silence that fell in the room after surely was. you couldn’t read his face, icy blue eyes staring at you wide open but you had no idea what emotion he was trying to convey. surprise? shock? anger? betrayal?

the answer was: none of the above. you stood still for a moment, also processing what you had just done. then you made the fatal mistake to look down.

“you have to be fucking kidding me,” you scoffed in disbelief. “that got you hard?”

his adam’s apple bobbed with a gulp, gaze flicking to your hand then back up to your face.

“can you do that again?”

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