and while i’m at it, you ppl need to LAY THE FUCK OFF THE DAMN AI AND EITHER START READING OR WRITING FANFIC LIKE REAL, INTELLIGENT PEOPLE DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There is a page on Instagram that studies people's hands and comments on how many time they jack off. The admin did one for Jeffrey Dean Morgan and I opened the comments and I saw this
Simon Riley has a massive dick. And not in the typical pornstar, 15-inches, a dildo was modelled after it type of way. It wasn’t perfectly shaped, or symmetrical, or anything you’d expect.
It’s just… huge. Girthy and veiny and long, and always hard as a rock whenever he was with you.
The first time you laid eyes on it, your eyes almost fell out of your skull.
He’d never admit it, but he immediately felt self-conscious. He hadn’t been with an awful lot of women, and most of the time he and the woman in question were both pretty drunk.
Fortunately for him, you thought he was gorgeous no matter what (especially when it came to his cock) and even better, you were moaning his name within seconds of him spearing it into you.
“Feels good, huh?” He groaned lowly as he pounded into you, every thrust making a lewd slapping sound that had your eyes rolling back in delight.
“So good— god, so good…” you could only mewl in response, clawing at his arms so you wouldn’t fall apart.
You were so full. You didn’t know how people could function on a daily basis without always feeling this blissfully full. “Simon, god, oh, god…”
He only grunted and kept going, speeding up as he felt the familiar feeling of you tightening around him even more so than you already were. “That’s it, sweetheart, that’s it…” he broke off suddenly with a much louder groan, when you suddenly felt a heavenly warmth shoot up even further than where he managed to impale you, all the way up into places you didn’t think were possible to touch.
That was all it took for you to join him in his pleasure. You went over the edge at just the sensation, limbs trembling and chest heaving in the aftershocks.
“That good?” He asked, after a few minutes of silence where only your satisfied pants filled the air.
“So… good…” You gasped. In your head, you decided to never let this man go.
I’ve been gone for fucking forever because I’ve been miserable. My bf is borderline awful half the time and idk what to do, I care about him but he’s just so jealous and accusatory all the time and it’s genuinely exhausting. I want to come back, I have unfinished asks from almost a year ago but I’m so worn out from the constant shit with him.
hello!!! I hope ur having a good week! Can I ask for something with Logan Howlett x f!reader who is an artist / art teacher at the school? Just some fluff please :) have a good day!!
Absolutely thank you anon! Sorry for this taking so long I have not been feeling too hot. This isn’t great but I still hope you enjoy!
Logan Howlett x !F! Artist Reader
Warnings: Just fluff
Summer was coming to an end, and you had unresponsibally left your lesson planning for your upcoming teacher job to the last minute.
You had only been a teacher for a couple years now and you thought you had more time, but with your boyfriend Logan moving in with you, you had been more distracted than you had thought.
You and Logan had the time of your lives during your time off over the summer, he took time off work to spend time and travel with you.
It was a shame it was coming to an end, as excited as you were to teach art to the young minds of your students you were still disappointed.
You had been planning for hours now, though you hadn’t even realized it. The sun was set entirely, although you hadn’t noticed because of the bright blue light of your laptop.
“Hey.” You heard a gruff voice from behind you. You turn to see Logan leaning against the doorframe.
“Hey, what’s up?” You question, finally looking at something other than the bright screen of your laptop. You hadn’t realized how sore your eyes were, and how tired you had grown.
“It’s getting late darling.” Logan states, shifting off of the doorframe to walk towards your desk.
“Is it?” You ask looking at the time on the bottom corner of your screen. “I’m barely half way finished.” You groan, resting your head in your hands. You only had a few more days until the school year started and you were realizing how far behind you actually were.
“Hey it’s alright, come take a break.” He said reaching out to grab your hands that still held your head. You picked your head up and let him take your hands into his. He pulled you up gently, guiding you to the living room of your shared apartment. “Just a quick break and then you can get back to work, yeah?” Logan quirked his eyebrow at you.
“Alright fine.” You mumbled, following him to the couch. You sat down first and he grabbed a blanket that was folded over the top of the couch.
He unfolded the blanket and sat down next to you, covering you both with it. You laid on his chest and tried your best to relax, despite all of the stress of needing to plan.
His hand came up to play with your hair, stroking the strands gently trying not to tangle it. You felt your eyes droop, you could tell you were tired but you weren’t aware how tired.
As you lay there on the couch you drifted off into much needed sleep. You’d have time to plan in the morning, this moment with Logan was more important anyway.
Can I request a fic for rdr2 with Charles Smith where the Reader either shaves her head or had it forcefully shaved and she gets sad? I recently shaved my head and I’m happy with it, but I theres moments that I look in the mirror and I’m like “oh” and feel a bit sad. If you do write this thank you so much❤️ I hope you have a wonderful day and remember to drink water and sleep🫶🏻
Yessss ofc I can! Shaved heads look amazing imo
Charles Smith x Fem! Reader with a shaved head.
Warnings: none just fluff :)
You had decided to wake up early. Earlier than normal.
Today was a day for change, you thought so at least. Some people wouldn’t agree with what you were about to do, the more conservative ones at least. But you didn’t care, it would benefit you, and make you feel good and that’s all that mattered.
You made your way down to the nearby river that camp was set up next to, scissors and a razor you stole from Arthur in hand. You had decided to shave your hair off. After a lot of consideration you decided that this is what would be best for you, you didn’t care what any of the other gang members thought, any of the towns folk, hell you didn’t even care what Charles thought and his opinion mattered most out of all those peoples because you were together.
But you had every right to do what you wanted with yourself. So you went ahead with it, taking your time as to make sure you didn’t cut or nick yourself with the scissors or razor. It took you until the sun was fully over the horizon to finish with your hair.
You were staring into the water of the river, watching your hair flow away with the current when you caught a glimpse of your reflection.
“Oh, what have I done?” You thought out loud. You ran your hands over your now shaved head. Regret now taking over your senses.
You were so busy regretting your decision, you hasn’t even noticed Charles was coming up behind you from the tree line.
“Y/n?” He called out confused. Of course he was confused, you looked different from the last time he had seen you the night before. You turned around quickly, feeling almost shameful to be seen by him in your current state of distress, and your new hairstyle.
He walked closer to you, a glimpse of worry crossing his features. “What happened?” He asked, grazing his hand over your face. “What’s wrong?” Tone serious.
“I shaved my head.” You replied looking to the ground. You thought he’d react in disgust to what you’d done to your hair. “You chose this?” He asked, you couldn’t make out his tone with this question.
“Yes.” You replied, you started playing with your fingers out of nervousness. “It looks nice.” He states. “Can see your face much better.” He gently slips a finger under your chin, using it to move your face so he can observe you.
You were shocked that he was fine with your decision. Charles could see the shock settling on your face. “What?” He asks looking into your eyes.
“We’ll I just thought…” you pause for a moment “I just thought you wouldn’t like it. It’s not common in women.” You respond looking away.
“Well, I think you’re beautiful inside and out. Some hair isn’t going to change that.” He says, looking into your eyes.
“You promise? That you mean that?” You ask quietly.
“I promise.” He whispers. “Now come on, let’s get back to camp.” He says, smiling and taking your hand.
You hold his hand all the way back to camp. Giddy that he liked your new look.
cooper (from fallout) x reader where he rescues her from something?
Cooper Howard x !F! Reader
Kind of short, might make a smutty part 2 if y’all like it enough, otherwise use your imagination for the ending. Not proofread
Warning: mild violence, injuries, suggestive themes towards the end
The wasteland wasn’t new to you. You were born out here, so that meant you should know what you were doing when it came to surviving. But you still found yourself in bad situations.
“Oh shit-” you were cut off by the radscorpion knocking you to the sand. You hit the ground hard with a thump, the scorpion crawling quickly in your direction. You could hear more coming from other directions. You couldn’t tell how many more.
You were about to be trapped. We’re you really going to die like this. After taking on countless super mutants with their machine guns, and fire ants that could literally shoot fire. A group of scorpions were going to be your downfall.
You crawled backwards until your back hit a rock, blocking your path. You fucked up, you cornered yourself. You broke the one rule of not getting yourself stuck against a wall.
“Well fuck.” You mumbled, gasping for air. The suns rays were pounding down on you. The pain from your fall coursing through your body, you were sure to have a massive bruise down your side.
More scorpions came around the sides of the rock. You only had enough ammo to deal with one. But if you could deal with one and get it out of the way, maybe you could make a run for it. Just maybe…
But before you could put your plan into action you hear gunshots and the scorpion to your left goes limp. It’s dead, and the other 3 scorpions turn their attention to what or who killed it. You took this opportunity to make a run for it.
You hopped over the dead scorpion and ran to a nearby bus to hide behind it. As soon as you were behind the bus and had your breathing under control you realized you were bleeding. Your shirt was covered in blood, something must have cut you when you fell, you didn’t know what and you didn’t want to bother finding out. You dug through your medical supplies and found a stimpak and something to wrap your wound with.
As you were busy fixing yourself up, your savior took care of the rest of the scorpions. And came to find you hiding out behind the bus.
You hadn’t realized until you heard a man clear his throat. You stood up quick, getting your guard back up in case this man saved you for another reason besides out of the goodness of his own heart. He could be fixing to rob you for all you knew or worse.
Hand on your gun you looked up at him. “Uh-” you start, glancing over the man standing before you.
He was dressed like a cowboy, boots, hat, duster jacket. The whole works. His leather cowboy hat covered his face so you couldn’t make out any of his facial features.
“Y’know, ya shouldn’t be out here if you don’t know what you’re doing.” He drawled. His accent thick.
“I know what I-” you started before he cut you off again. “Clearly not.” He chuckled, flicking his hat up to uncover his eyes. He stared you down for a minute, waiting for your next response.
With his face now uncovered, you could tell he was a ghoul. You’d never met a ghoul that wasn’t feral before.
“I didn’t need your help.” You grumbled through gritted teeth. The ghoul was starting to offend you. You had been surviving in the wasteland since you were born.
“Well you got it.” He took a step closer to you. “And just because you didn’t need it doesn’t mean you don’t owe me now.” He was now a foot from you. “Owe you what?” You asked, getting worried.
He chuckled at your now worried tone. “Where’d all that confidence go sweetheart. Oh it’s nothing bad.” He was inches from you now. Your senses were heightening, your heart rate increasing.
Were you attracted to this ghoul? That would be the only explanation for the way you were feeling now.
“I’ll give you two options. How ‘bout that?” He asked, slipping a finger under your chin to force you to look up into his eyes.
“Hmm?” He hummed. “Fine.” You finally responded, gulping down the lump in your throat.
You could feel the tension growing. Where was he going with this?
I have a request that’s pretty detailed but to sum it up it’s basically reader just telling Daryl (& Abraham if your up to it) how her father abused her after he saw the scars on her arms and upper back. All platonic since the reader self insert is still in her mid-upper teens, Daryl/Abraham are both (eventual) semi parental figures.
If yes, I’ll send in the request, got it all ready in my notes :)
Yes, I can absolutely write this anon! Feel free to send me a full request. I would love to write this as detailed as you want :)
(Also sorry I took so long to respond to this request I’ve been typing my fingers off)
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