Happy Something Anniversary To When I Made This Because I Love It.

I want to make a dry humping joke.

i love simon so bad, i start dry heaving when i think about him

My childhood

YES

── KINKTOBER DAY SEVEN

face sitting w/ jake sully ─ reader

NSFT ✩ MINORS DNI (18+ ONLY)

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST ✩ GENERAL MASTERLIST

you frowned as jake gently tugged on your thighs, pushing you up towards his mouth, while also spreading your thighs apart. “so you want me to sit on your face?”

jake hummed underneath you, biting down onto his lip as he refrained from laughing, “yes, yawne. want to make you feel good.”

your head tilted to the side as you looked down at him, “how will you breathe?”

“don’t you worry your pretty little head about that, just relax, yeah? if you don’t like it we’ll stop.”

being with jake had brought forward so many new forms of intimacy, some stranger than others but you trusted him. and if he said it would feel good, then you believed him. “just feels a little silly, i’m scared to crush you.”

jake glared up at you playfully, “you won’t crush me. i’m strong.”

you laughed softly, “right. big and strong.”

“the strongest and biggest.”

you giggled softly, “so humble.”

“shh.”

he gently massaged your thighs, looking up at you once again before gently lowering you onto his mouth. your thighs caging in his head as his lips wrapped around your clit, giving it a few soft sucks.

your breath hitched, brows furrowing together as you watched him. jake’s eyes had closed, whining under you as he lapped at the small bud. digging his tongue through your folds sucking more fervently.

your hands clenched at your sides, not knowing what to do with them as jake continued to lap at your cunt.

he paused for a few seconds and you whined out in protest. he laughed quietly, “lean forward, baby. hands on the floor.”

you did as he said, lowering yourself back onto his mouth, urging him on. he tongued at your clit before he sucked and your hips bucked forward.

soft, desperate mewls leaving your mouth as you began to drag your pussy against his mouth. jake grunted softly, gripping at your thighs to press you harder against his mouth.

his tongue eased its way into you, thrusting harshly as you fucked yourself against his tongue. “feels good-so good-”

he mumbled something against your folds and it caused a shiver to run down your spine. your thighs trembling around his face as he continued to devour you.

your eyes had shut tightly as your hips continue to undulate against his mouth. his nose knocking against your clit with each drag of your hips.

panting and desperate as he licked and sucked, but when his mouth moved forward, lips wrapping around your swollen cunt, that was when you broke apart.

you back tensed as your hips bucked forward clumsily, thighs aching and quivering as you cried out his name. jake rumbled beneath you in deep satisfaction. lazily swirling his tongue between your folds as you tried to catch your breath.

when you finally pulled away, his mouth and chin were messy with your release, you leaned forward, kissing him lazily. “you liked that, hm?”

you nipped at his bottom lip and that was answer enough, “gonna have to do that more often then.”

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Imagine waking up to the sound of explosions, your children trembling with fear as they clutch onto you in desperation. The home you built with love and dreams is now rubble, and the memories of joyful celebrations and laughter have been replaced by the cries of hunger and hopelessness.

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“It’s literally impossible to be a woman.

You are so beautiful, and so smart, and it kills me that you don't think you're good enough. Like, we have to always be extraordinary, but somehow, we're always doing it wrong?

You have to be thin, but not too thin, and you can never say you wanna be thin. You have to say you wanna be healthy, but also, you have to BE THIN.

You have to have money, but you can't ask for money because that's crass.

You have to be a boss, but you can't be mean.

You have to lead, but you can't squash other people's ideas.

You're supposed to love being a mother, but don't talk about your kids all the damn time.

You have to be a career woman, but also, always be looking out for other people.

You have to answer for men's bad behavior, which is INSANE, but if you point that out, you're accused of complaining!

You're supposed to stay pretty for men, but not so pretty that you tempt them too much or that you threaten other women because you're supposed to be a part of the sisterhood, but ALWAYS STAND OUT and ALWAYS BE GRATEFUL. But never forget that the system is rigged, so find a way to acknowledge that but ALSO, always be grateful!

You have to never get old. Never be rude. Never show off. Never be selfish. Never fall down. Never fail. Never show fear. Never get OUT OF LINE. It's too hard! It's too contradictory, and nobody gives you a medal or says 'thank you!' And it turns out, in fact, that not only are you doing everything wrong, but also, everything is your fault.

I'm just so tired of watching myself, and every single other woman tie herself into knots, so that people will like us.

And if all of that, is also true for a doll just representing a woman, then I don't even know." -Gloria the barbie movie

this is it. this is exactly it oh my god.

This is random but I’m scared of men in gorilla suits. Not gorillas, but just gorilla costumes. They creep me tf out

Ooh! I’m so excited for this!!!

Ya know gamer bf needs some justice

GIVE EM HIS OWN YAN

(hey it’s a win win both find out they are cheating and respectfully break up shake hands and then hang out as friends will there be a problem ye do I care nah)

The boyfriend needs to learn to treat his partner properly first.

He gets isekai'd into a dating sim, where he needs to raise enough romance points with each character in order to return home, or he's bound to repeat the game forever.

He'll do his usual shenanigans at first. He'll forget to text back, focus on his video games instead, show up late to dates. Then the monotony begins to seep in. He stares with disgust at the love interest, running towards him with a toast in her mouth and accidentally bumping into him.

"Kyaaa, I'm so sorry!" she exclaims with a deep blush.

Damn it! It was cute the first 5 times. Now it's driving him mad. Suddenly he's overcome with the urge to see you again. To have his old desktop setup. To not deal with flirty senpais every single morning.

So he finally puts in the effort.

One day, you're eating your breakfast cereal, genitals still raw from that nightly monster deed. You've stopped searching for your boyfriend who mysteriously vanished without a trace. The entry door creaks open, and you turn in shock.

"Tadaima*", the now-yandere gamer boyfriend announces with an alpha growl. He's a changed man. And he's coming for you.

*Translator's note: Tadaima means "I'm home" in Japanese xDD