#i have no excuses
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Alright, so. Nightmare is made of goop. We know this. If the animation of the goop and his body structure in Underverse is anything to go by, the goop is a thick, viscous fluid (?) of sorts
In theory, does that mean it has a boiling temperature/point? Could he evaporate if left in a high enough temperature environment for too long? If he's boiled down and water was added, would it change the consistency of the goop, or would the two refuse to mix, like oil with water? If the goop was watered down enough, could it be safely consumed? What if I froze it and wanted to eat it like a popsicle or ice cream?
#rambles#nightmare sans#i have no excuses#i was simply left alone too long#unsupervised with my own brain
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I like to imagine Jester could most likely kill everyone in their popped state but they choose not to because its the only source of entertainment they have
How does it feel to have never been wrong in your life, Anon?
#lethal company#lethal company fanart#nutcracker#jester#Sorry for my deteriorating handwriting#i have no excuses
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hea r me out ,,, sub ghost ,,,,
oh anon, how i love you
word count // 1.3k
tags // 18+ only, sub!ghost, dom!reader, rope, handcuffs, vibrator wand, ghost calls reader mommy and it nearly kills him and his pride but he did it (proud of him), face sitting, cunnilingus, hair pulling, multiple orgasms (from simon, lucky boy)
Simon Riley is not a man who gets the opportunity to let go very often, if in fact at all. He knows what’s expected of him, whether it be the stern, serious lieutenant, or the Ghost, a mere myth to military personnel all over the globe. He knows the role he’s been assigned, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t go above and beyond the expectations set for him.
He once foolishly thought that he was a man who could cheat his own biology, somehow convincing himself that he could outrun the stress and near debilitating exhaustion. That was until you offered him a rather different solution. An arrangement that worked well for both of you, he remembers you saying. You weren’t wrong. Which is how he finds himself handcuffed to the metal bars of your bed frame; Hitachi wand tied against the entire length of his cock.
“I wonder what your enemies would think if they saw you like this, hm?” Your voice cuts through the fog in his head, forcing his blurred sight to clear just so he could drink in the vision before him. You sit on the end of the bed, maddeningly far from where his body lays prone on the sheets, watching him with wicked eyes as he jolts when the tip of the vibrating wand presses firmly against his frenulum.
“Going to cum on your pretty stomach for me again, baby?” He doesn’t miss the taunt in your voice, trying to hide the way his cock twitches pathetically at your condescending tone, unable to do anything but part his lips and moan. Being vulnerable was not something he ever thought could come this naturally to him, but something about you made it so easy for Simon to just forget about his place in the world, about the near back breaking burden he carries on his broad shoulders on a daily basis. You help him feel free, by taking away that burden and replacing it with blinding pleasure; all he had to do in return was give you his submission. It was the easiest choice he’s made in a long time.
“Use your words big boy, I know it’s a lot, but I need you to be a good boy for me, okay?”
“Yeah, fuck, ‘m sorry,” he doesn’t miss the fond gleam to your eye, nor the hand that slides from his knee down to his upper thigh, hissing through his teeth when your touch causes his leg to twitch, jolting the vibrator against his cock, “‘s too much, gonna go fuckin’ insane.”
You hum in response, lidded eyes molten with lust come to rest on the flushed red tip of his cock, pearlescent beads of precum dripping in rivulets down his veined shaft, straining against the rope that secures it to the wand.
“You mean to tell me that my big strong soldier can’t handle a little vibration?” Any response he has dies in his throat the moment you flick the tip of his cock, shame seeping through his veins when he realises that he just fucking came. Again. He doesn’t know if he wants your mercy, or more, but his dick apparently makes that decision for him, still painfully hard where it lays twitching like a heartbeat against his abdomen.
“Please,” He grits out, eyes shining with tears formed through over-stimulation, “Please turn it off,” but glassy eyes only serve to widen the grin that stretches so prettily across your face.
“Please who, Simon?” Oh god. His head droops, chin meeting his chest as he debates whether taking the near torturous, incessant pleasure would be easier than dropping the last of his pride, the last barrier to full submission you haven’t quite been able to squeeze from his stubborn brain. The debate, however, is short lived, cut off by the click of a button and strangled shout as the vibrations kick up a notch, doubling his previous torment.
“Please mommy, please fuckin’ turn it off, God,” The momentary humiliation dissipates the moment he locks eyes with you, chest heaving with relief as the wand is finally switched off. You look near predatory, pupils dilated so heavily not a shred of colour remains, sharp nails digging so deliciously into the meat of his thigh as you use him as leverage to kneel over his wrecked body.
“There we go, was that so hard sweetheart?” He nearly preens under your pleased gaze, going near dizzy with how quickly he finds himself sinking under your dominance. It’s nothing like the authority he’s used to wielding, harsh and unforgiving; you control him as easily as one does a puppet, with precision and grace. And he’s fucking obsessed with it, obsessed with you.
“Want mommy to sit on your face, darling?” You must instantly catch the way he’s eyes widen, how his arms strain against the metal bonds above his head.
“Yes fucking please,” he rasps, saliva quick to settle heavily on his tongue at the mere thought of you seated so prettily on top of his mouth, unable to think of anything other than making you cum on his tongue. He’s practically panting by the time you come to straddle your legs either side of his head, unfocused eyes darting between your face, and glistening folds, so desperately eager to have the taste of you coat his tongue, his lips, his chin, marked so clearly as yours.
“What’s the magic word again, baby boy?”
The reply comes so much easier this time.
“Let me eat you out, mommy, please, I’ll beg if I fuckin’ ‘ave to, just-” Clearly you weren’t interested in hearing anything else he had to say, cutting him off by lowering the rest of your body to met his mouth and rewarding him with the sweet taste of your cunt. He’s sinking deeper, he’s just barely aware of the feeling of pure emptiness and bliss that rolls over his consciousness, no thoughts in his brain other than pleasing you. His tongue laps in strong, desperate strokes against your pussy, collecting every drop of your arousal and swallowing it down like he’s a man starved, as if you were an oasis amidst a barren desert.
He’s rewarded with your hands forming a tight grip in his hair, nails scratching against his scalp in a way that has his hips lifting off the mattress, groaning as he feels the way his biceps flex against solid restraints, desperate to sink his fingers into the soft warm plush of your skin.
“Doing so fucking well, making me feel so good Simon,” Saccharine words sooth his addled mind, forcing himself to stay afloat just so he can watch the way you begin to fall apart atop him, hips canting against his mouth as you start to ride his tongue with earnest. You barely cast a glance down at him, as if the only thing you care about is chasing the pleasure that lies beneath you. And it really shouldn’t turn him on, the idea that he’s nothing but a vessel for your pleasure, but it really fucking does.
It only takes a mere minute or two until you’re falling apart above him, your walls spasming around his tongue, thoroughly drenching his face and throat with your cum. He doesn’t stop fucking his tongue into your twitching pussy until you’re dragging your hips from his face, revelling in the frustrated and disappointed whine that slips from his arousal slicked lips.
“No need to sound so sad, baby, I’ve got a lot more planned for us tonight. So be a good fucking boy and let mommy ride your cock until she’s had her fill.”
Letting go may not have come easily to Simon, but with you, it’s as natural as breathing.
#☁︎⋅writing#help#this was meant to be like 200 words#i blacked out#and then this appeared#i have no excuses#i am just too feral when it comes to this man#i need psychiatric help#good fucking god#simon ghost riley#ghost mw2#simon riley x reader#cod mw22#simon riley x you#simon riley smut#ghost x reader#ghost x you#sub simon riley#sub ghost
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Okay, listen-
Nah nevermind, I have no excuses.
#serana#brynjolf#astrid#nazir#cicero#miraak#dragonborn x serana#brynjolf x dragonborn#astrid x dragonborn#nazir x dragonborn#cicero x listener#miraak x dragonborn#elder scrolls v skyrim#skyrim#if I’m being 100000% honest#for about half of them it’s The Voice#i have no excuses#elder scrolls#omg I forgot#teldryn sero#thank u to whoever reminded me of the hot dunmer spellsword
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I’d stop the world and melt with you
#art tag#tgcf#fengqing#listen i dont know what to tell you#i have no excuses#I DONT KNOW OKAY#theyre learning how to be gentle withj each otherrrrrrr#FX's agenda is to get his hands in MQ's hair at any opportunity avvailable
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#i have no excuses#im not sorry and will do it again#brennan lee mulligan#neverafter#d20#dimension 20#shirt review post
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My toxic trait is reading a multi-fic, but just scrolling through to find my faves
#I have no excuses#I'm a lazy bitch#My thirst knows no bounds#Smh pushing guys aside to get to my bae#Scrolling through a multi fic to find bae ain't even there#*flips table*#You guys can do it to my fics too#i don't mind
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sauron doesn't like doors because they remind him of the noldor
#i have no excuses#endure my bad posts#sauron facts#sauron#mairon#annatar#lotr#lord of the rings#tolkien#noldor#the silmarillion#silm#silmarillion#silmarillion shitpost#silm shitpost
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He said his fav food is lasagna....... . . .
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ok i know ghost is most likely experienced but i cant stop thinking about virgin ghost and teaching him stuff
18+ obviously <33
tags // afab reader, virgin!ghost, cumming in pants, loss of virginity
oh my god. maybe simon back when he was still a recruit? mid twenties and still relatively new to the military. thanks to his past, the last thing on his mind was sex, but then he sees you in his squadron and it's like he's experiencing that first rush of hormones all over again.
virgin!simon is who curses himself out under his breath when his pants start tenting again, a phenomenon that only seems to occur when you're around, stirring the arousal in his guts so ferociously he's sure a sideways glance from you is all it would take to make him cum in his boxers.
virgin!simon who actually does cum in his pants when you corner him in the vacant gym locker room, your eyes gleaming as you list every time he's popped a boner in your presence, before ever so casually asking if he'd "like any help with that particular problem".
imagine pushing him down onto a nearby bench, not wasting a second before dropping to your knees to pull his flushed cock from where it strained against release stained boxers. he'd lose his fucking mind as you curl your tongue around the base of his shaft and drag it upwards, collecting every last drop of cum on your flattened tongue before swallowing it down, along with the near purple tip of his cock.
and if the blowjob was overwhelming, nothing could have ever prepare him for the feeing of your cunt. tight, soft, warm, and so, so fucking wet. he'd be at your complete mercy, defined hips canting up towards your pussy with no clear rhythm, spurred only by the primal need to keep his cock as deep within your sopping pussy as physically possible.
of course, he's jacked himself off before, is all too familiar with the the sensation of climaxing. at least, he thought he was, because the feeling that builds in his gut as you bounce on his cock has him genuinely worried for a second that he might pass out. he's left with little other option than to groan and whimper into the expanse of your skin, dropping a hand down to clumsily rub at your clit, the additional stimulation sending you hurtling over the edge. and it's that feeling alone, the soft velveteen walls of your pussy clenching sporadically around his overstimulated cock, that has him releasing a pathetic spurt of cum against the barrier of your cervix, wrung positivity dry.
so yeah anyway i have some thoughts about virgin!simon ig
#anon.exe#don't#don't ask me where that came from#because in truth#i have no excuses#you just awakened something within me#and it's starving#and it wants more 🥹🥹#simon ghost riley#ghost mw2#cod mw22#simon riley x reader#simon riley#simon riley x you#simon riley imagine#ghost x you#ghost x reader#☁︎⋅writing
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I need to have their babies yall don't understand
#im not even ovulating rn#i have no excuses#i just gotta have em#kyle gaz garrick#john soap mactavish#benny miller
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here to inform you i’ve written 13k words of south downs pining! crowley who just wants aziraphale to braid his outgrown hair (and maybe for them to kiss again.. but they’re just friends now, friendly friends, platonic besties who definitely aren’t still struggling to properly communicate.. right?)
#.. the first chapter is 10k#they're shit at communicating even post s3 (conveniently skipping that) but what's new#yes this whole fic is literally just about braiding hair#i have no excuses#chapter 2 is coming along and i have a feeling it won't be too short either#braiding fic#good omens#ineffable husbands
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Kaidan's chest hair
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OMG, I have unlocked the "Steve Rogers' internal monologue audio track" on Infinity War!
#stucky#crack#fanvid#video#steve rogers#bucky barnes#manip#painfully created by me#video by yours truly#silly by yours truly#heatwave is melting my brain i'm sorry#i have no excuses#also couldnt stand to stay longer on the computer so editing is.... well#i needed to see something fun to fight my RAGE at that M-rv-l company
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