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bi-writes · 16 hours
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can't stop thinking about dark!simon with a sunshine!curvy!fem!reader, it's gnawing at my brain. (18+)
greeting him when he comes home in a little apron with dough smeared across your cheeks. you're bouncing in the kitchen, giggling as you wrap your arms around his neck. one burly arm hooks around your waist as he palms one side of your ass, and you kiss his lips over his blood-soaked mask again and again as you coo, "missed you so much, made you chocolate chip..."
you talk and talk and talk and talk. you're always talking. you're always whispering in his ear and chattering as he drives and telling him some story about something he missed while he was gone as you tidy up the flat. you never stop talking, never run out of things to tell him, and despite the monotone voice and the lack of response, he hears every single word that you say, and he forgets nothing. when he makes his way back on base, johnny is waiting, eager to hear an update about the receptionist at your work and if she is actually sleeping with your manager.
you wash his clothes without even blinking. you're at the sink, a bucket of cold, suddy water there as you scrub at his shirt. there's peroxide at the side, and you use a delicate hand as you scrub at the stains on it. ghost watches from the doorway as you hum to yourself, in a little pair of shorts with your hair tied up as you rinse the shirt clean. blood runs down the drain, and his shirt is clean as new.
you always find some kind of weapon around the house. you bend down to brush crumbs off the kitchen chairs, and you scold simon with a glossy pout because he left a bloody knife taped under the table. you whine when you find a grenade sitting in the same drawer you keep your tampons in. you complain when you take out the jar of rice to make dinner, and there's a small handgun hidden between the grains. but your face always softens when he cups your cheeks with two big hands, kissing you warmly, muttering, "gotta keep y'safe, luvvie...know there's a bloody line waitin' for a taste of y'r cunny, baby."
you visit him on base once in light wash denim and a white tshirt, sneakers hitting the linoleum and purse swinging as you wave at him. he's standing in front of a line of privates, watching them do jumping jacks, and his eyes light up a little when he sees you waving at him enthusiastically. when he finally makes it to you, he shoves you into the nearest supply closet and tugs your jeans down just enough to fit his cock between your thighs. when he's walking you out, the boys watch as you cling to simon's arm, a lovesick grin on your sweaty face as you flutter your lashes up at him.
he loves when your manicured hands touch him. scratching along his scalp, tracing the edge of his jaw, cupping the bulge in his pants. you're so sweet, the most giggly girl, and he loves tasting the strawberry of your gloss as you make him cum with your hand, cooing against his lips about how strong he is, how much you love him, how you would do anything for him.
he loves it most when you see him for what he really is. when he comes home battered and bruised, bloody clothes sticking to him, a snarl to his voice and the adrenaline of an op still pumping through his veins. he loves that nothing about him scares you. that even like this, you lean up on your toes and kiss him softly, that you get some of the blood and dirt smudges on the pink of your pajama pants, and you don't care, that he strangled a man with these very hands only hours ago, and you still want him to touch you.
he loves that you love him. that when he feeds his cock into you that night, in nothing but your baby pink lingerie, that you barely need any prep at all from how wet you are. thick thighs spreading apart, sticky slick shining on your skin, cunt nice and ready for him because you have missed him that much. he loves that no matter how ugly he feels, you always find him attractive, that no matter how many people he tells you that he killed tonight, all you do is smile and pucker your lips, and tell him, "it's okay, teddy bear, they deserved it, didn't they?" and yeah, they did, cause it is kill or be killed, and there is no universe where ghost does not fight to get back here, to get back to this pretty pussy, to get back to the bed he shares with you so he can watch those pretty tits bounce every time he fucks his cock into you.
ghost loves his pretty girl. all smiles. all soft, so cute, just perfect. ghost casts a shadow over the room, and you just brighten it right back up. ghost tracks blood into the house, and there you are to cover it all up with citrus and soap.
yeah. always just sunshine and smiles at home.
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buglaur · 8 months
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kidovna · 5 months
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i went to edinburgh today and had a pint of cider at cask and barrel (where the resurrectionist scenes in good omens s2 were filmed) i’ve been excited about this for months!!
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charmac · 6 months
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Sunny in The Sims 4
Paddy's Pub Exterior
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Paddy's Interior
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Mac and Dennis' Apartment (2nd floor, back)
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Charlie's Apartment (2nd floor, front)
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Dee's Apartment (3rd floor, back)
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The Gang's all here...
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moonwoodhollow · 1 month
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Just a woman on her bike
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quietbatperson · 7 months
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haharuspex · 2 months
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phew, okay, pathologic oc time!!
“I don’t gather. I don’t sing. I don’t dance. That’s for others, but for me - it's to hunt, to pretend, to scavenge. Cattle is content, it knows its purpose, herbs don’t resist when I pluck them, but the rest... Oh, odonghs hate me. Herb brides, too. They tore off my tail once and I haven’t bothered them since."
"Hunter", a steppe creature, is rumored to have crawled out of rivers so deep that their bottom originates in Suok's guts. He (it, she, they, whatever, it doesn't care) took on a more or less humanoid appearance when it first met people, because he hunts best when it imitates its favorite prey. That’s why Hunter resembles herb brides in some ways - he loves to feed on them, because he secretly envies their talent to communicate with Earth. He "steals" this talent after consumption, but it doesn't stay for long.
He does not enter the Town just yet because he's lowkey afraid lmao, but engages in barter on the outskirts. He can exchange twyre of any rarity and the organs of odonghs/herb brides for lemons. He fucking loves lemons. He doesn’t even eat them, he collects them as a kind of treasure, and in his underground lair they somehow, magically ig, don’t rot - they just chill there like a hoard of citrus gold.
His true form is a long black half-snake, and his poison, at worst, can paralyze and kill, and at best (when processed properly) can become an anesthetic or a medicine to boost immune system.
his hair is snakes and twyre and certain daredevils are eager to use it as an ingredient for a homemade snake wine lol
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thedreadvampy · 3 months
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there's this...thing...that happens to me a non zero amount lately where like I will say something along the lines of, "I think X would be a reasonable expectation, I would certainly never consider doing less than that for someone"
and someone will respond to me like "yes but you're a special case" and like. make a thing about how I'm Unusually Nice or Unusually Thoughtful and generally Unusual.
and idk that pisses me off a bit and I don't know how fair that is. to me it feels like an abdication of responsibility. to be like, 'well YOU would do the nice thing but that's because you're a Special Kind Of Person, nobody ELSE should be expected to do the nice thing'
yes they should!!!!! if we agree it's the decent thing to do to eg stop and take a breath and think about the other person's perspective!!!! I'm not a Special Super Nice Guy for thinking about what other people need or where they're coming from!!!!! I'm literally just a Guy and You Can Too!!!!!!
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hopeful-engineer · 1 month
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blood-teeth · 1 month
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on the real, im trying to throw myself back into the IF/writing space because it really was the singular thing that had helped me heal the first time around.
im playing with the idea of another IF, and really just taking my time with it and letting myself not be so pressured by forcing myself to update or churn out chapter a ton - that’s where a lot of my angst came from with FTMB and when TMITAWH was an IF
also! I’ve been absent from the space long enough that im not sure im reading everything from my friends or if there’s been some really good stuff coming out lately.
If you have any recs, I’d love to read them!
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chiropteracupola · 2 months
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just a couple of creepy 18th-century innkeepers talking shop!
[featuring @borisyvain's lazarus mcclure and my own james webster]
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coachbeards · 3 months
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this is still one of the funniest videos i've ever seen. i just love how this + season three's pressroom cemented that you should absolutely NOT give beard a microphone
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just wrote up the beta reader call for whispers. is this what doing coke feels like
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rotteneldritchhorror · 6 months
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Abigail calling purposely using they/them to misgender trans women “the silencer on the gun that is he/him” and that’s such an apt metaphor
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steelycunt · 28 days
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finished in memoriam. it was good! quite engaging i read like 220 pages of it yesterday. felt a bit underdeveloped in places and the ending was a bit rushed so it didnt shatter me like i know it did other people but it was a debut to be fair..and it was exactly the sort of thing i was after hence why i got through it so quickly...would recommend! yay!
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alwaysneedyforsir · 2 months
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i’m um. a very happy drunk hehehe
even gigglier than usual 🤭🤭
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