-> repost from my old blog cause i’ve been DILF crazy lately.
DILF!SIMON ???
truly an old, grumpy bastard. kidding. he’s a dilf without even being a dilf— which is so fucking frustrating because it forces you to imagine actually having his kids and watching him walk around with a chunky baby to bounce on his big, ink covered arm. he always tells you that all you have to do is say the word, and he’d be happy to oblige. to give you a happy baby and make up the warm, bubbly home he never had growing up. he’d put a pretty ring on your finger, too. everything and anything despite your age gap.
and god… is he making sure you fall right into his trap. he’s even at it early in the morning, lounging in the living room with nothing but his briefs on, thick thighs spread and just waiting for you to sit your soft warmth right on top of them. above the elastic waistband digging into his carved hips are those solid abs that reside under the bit of pudge he does have. your eyes trail all the way up, to his beefed up pecs and bulky scarred biceps, while he reads the morning paper and has a mug of tea without a care in the world.
“simon,” you don’t mean to say his name, honestly. it slips out with ease as it tends to, because you cant seem to wrap your head around how this metaphorical and literal mountain of a man is yours. it escapes you on instinct as your feet carry you to him, shuffling in your slippers until your knees bump into his own.
you’re falling into his lap with a kind of desperation that is so familiar to him. he knows— he always does. so a calloused hand squeezes your thigh while you press yourself into him and already begin placing kisses along the underside of his stubbly jaw. his adam’s apple bobs as he speaks.
i think it’s too late to save mourning dove but i think some good propaganda would be stupid dove nests
Omg I love stupid little dove nests 💜 also it’s not too late, the polls keep swinging back and forth so it’s possible it’ll swing back for the doves (they were in the lead this morning). Anyway, here’s a little collection of dove nests.
because it’s still mermay i’m thinking about the alternative of siren!ghost where it’s much more similar to pirates of the caribbean
as in ghost is captured, locked in a box that doesn’t suit his size, carried onto land for the sole purpose of using him. the whole journey he curses himself for having gotten distracted by a sailor, one who looked regretful about hurting him before a net had wrapped itself tightly around ghost. no amount of shrieking, hissing, or thrashing gets him free.
soap, feeling guilty throughout, does all that he can to treat ghost with kindness. to give him something to cover himself with when the glass cage breaks and leaves him in open air. to help him walk when his scales melt away without water. to maybe aid him in escaping as soon as the opportunity arises.
soap learns the siren’s name—simon—and in turn simon offers forgiveness. speaks his name, johnny, and sends a shiver through him. they could run away together, soap begins to think.
but the crew is set on torturing simon. set on coaxing tears from him for their own gain. but simon wouldn’t cry. ghost would never cry for this.
he almost does, however, when soap is killed before his eyes—or so he thinks.
so he thinks, until soap, still severely injured but breathing, comes staggering back to untie simon from the post he’d been tied to, abandoned to burn to death in the sun, a last resort to bring him to tears.
they do run away, though not without their difficulties. they get back to the ocean eventually, though, finding a dinghy half-buried under sand but without holes, and sailing away. simon guides johnny through the waters, gets him food and scouts out land. it would be a long journey, but they would make it. they would both be free, together.
(of course, when they finally find suitable land, there’s a brief moment when soap believes that ghost would abandon him now, would return home—but he doesn’t. instead, ghost stays. they settle anonymously in a seaside town, in a small, isolated cabin on the water. this way, simon would never be away from the ocean, but he could still join soap on land, and explore a small part of a world far less cruel when no one knows what he is. they have their happily ever after.)
This is HEARTBREAKING!!!! My heart is BROKEN, quinn, quinny, quinnifer, huggy, q-ball….. please this is not your cross the bear alone, please do NOT place all of the blame on yourself, PLEASE PLEASE
ever thought of training blade to be able to cum just from his nipples alone? i did😔 i wanna mess with his nipples and titties so bad that he just cums from it😔😔 in conclusion, i need to fuck blade
Nobu. I see you and your Blade loving ass (so real tho)