#omg (^q^)

[tojisun]

so obsessed with the “my cock is big so it wont fit” / “try me” relationship dynamic ughhhh thinking about this with simon and reader, and how reader’s desperation made them spiral, makes me so giggly

thinking about the way you finger yourself everyday to stretch yourself out for simon; preparing yourself for him. practicing for him.

it becomes a routine; it was mundane, almost, but every time the thought that you’re doing this for simon slithers its way back to the forefront of your mind, you lose yourself—doused in the tendrils of your desire, so powerful it has you clenching on your own fingers.

they never hit deeper, never stretch you out wider, but they scratch the itch to be stuffed and manage to satiate you long enough for the next day to roll by.

it’s a lot worse when you meet up with simon because your core throbs with need, leaving you crossing your legs to give yourself that muted relief. but it’s never enough, is it?

simon’s right there, voice thick like molten lava, viscous as it washes over you. “are you alright, love?”

and you lie, gritting your teeth and clenching your fists tightly, telling him that of course you’re fine. because what else can you say? “i dream of your cock so much that i fuck myself everyday as prep”?

if you do say that, simon won’t ever let you live it down. so you stay quiet, crossing-and-uncrossing your legs at every of his deep laugh or gentle crooning, trying your best to ignore the way his palm squeezes the muscle of your thigh. you wonder if he’s doing this on purpose by now because there’s no way simon actually does naturally talk like this—

it’s all teases and taunts as a whirlpool of petnames dribble from his quirked-up lips. he calls you, baby and darling. he calls you sweetheart and lovie. but then he also calls you pup, doll, pet—anything that makes you gasp, and quiet puffs of breaths wheeze out of your trachea in your own stupor.

“you seem distracted,” he murmurs, his voice a worried croon.

“uh-huh,” you say, not really listening, because simon’s hand is climbing up higher and higher on your thigh.

simon notices your stare, because of course he does, then does…

nothing.

he drops you off to your place that night, and leaves a kiss on your forehead before driving off. you watch from your living room window as he disappears from your line of sight before clambering towards your room, tearing your pants off your body and chucking your little slip of underwear behind you as you do so.

you sink into your plush mattress, knees braced by your softer pillows, before reaching behind you to plunge yourself with your fingers. two of them slide in easily, and you crook them just right until you’re mewling. moaning. crying.

simonsimonsimon—

your orgasm is a sharp rip of euphoric release. but the tidal wave of your ecstasy wafts off into its remnants just as quick because this, fucking yourself, isn’t the fix you want. it isn’t the fix you need.

(that said, making simon buckle was a lot easier said than done.)

you parted your legs yourself, planting your hands on the underside of your thighs to pull them open for simon. simon laughs when he saw this, his pale cheeks so flushed with his own desire.

“hurry,” you whine, all choked-up with your desperation, and simon only croons a warning.

“we need ta’prepare you, pup. i’m too big f’r you.”

his acknowledgment makes you leak, your wanton thoughts turning into slick that gushes out of you. simon laughs, so utterly endeared.

“i prepared myself, si! please put it in!”

simon sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. “i thought you wanted my cock?”

he waits for you to nod. you do so, careful, as your wet eyes look up at him.

“hmm. so listen to daddy, yeah?”

“okay,” you mumble, too overwhelmed to fight back.

simon smiles, murmurs his praises, and then he’s bringing his head between your legs. you squeak, surprise dotting your vision. you expected simon to prepare you, yes, but you expected his fingers—long, rough, thick—and not his tongue—

“siii-monnnn,” you keen, legs buckling from your hold until they tumble to his back, your strength getting zapped out of you at every lap of simon’s tongue.

it’s so good! so, so good!

simon takes over, hooking your legs over his shoulders himself as he burrowed deeper, nose grinding against the sensitive underside of your sex. his tongue pushes against your walls, sliding between them, and then simon sucks.

fuck! fuck—

sorta pt 02

[heaveniowa]

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[pepperchipper]

sweet dreams are made of this...WAKE UP, Q

[momojedi]

imagine a transgender padawan and a rookie clone trooper sitting together to figure out the perfect name for each other

[petitesmafia]

in my mind the Flags are so close that sometimes they forget outside perceptions of each other. for example: once they decided to get tickets for Lippmann's fanmeeting event as a surprise thinking it would be easy but NAHHH they were fighting for their lives waiting in the queue

Albatross: okay T-10 seconds until the queue opens get ready everyone. should be simple enough Pianoman: go in, get the tickets, get out Chuuya: i'm ready Albatross: it's open!! Albatross: Albatross: ...WDYM 75,123 PEOPLE AHEAD Doc: i have 77,223 people ahead....

Pianoman: to think we only queued early bc we thought it'd be a quick process Albatross: I CLICKED RIGHT ON THE DOT AND STILL 75,123 PEOPLE AHEAD OF ME? Doc: what do we do now Albatross: 75,123 PEOPLE Chuuya: i guess we won't be able to get VIP Albatross: I'M SLOWER THAN 75,123 PEOPLE????????

Albatross: OKAY WAIT I'M IN Pianoman: get 5 seats together Albatross: wait i can't find any. WHY AREN'T THERE ANY Chuuya: HURRY Albatross: I'M STRESSED. UR STRESSING ME OUT Doc: STOP SHAKING

Albatross: OMG WAIT Chuuya: put it in the cart CHECKOUT Pianoman: HURRY UP BEFORE SOMEONE TAKES IT Albatross: I'M SWEATING. I'M SWEATING. Albatross: WHAT'S MY CC INFO Pianoman: for fuck's sake TAKE MINE HURRY Albatross: I'M SWEATING

(the entire ordeal wiped them tf out like Albatross needed to go lie down for 6 minutes to ease his accelerated heart rate,,,Lippmann eventually finds them looking worn out in Old World and is like. ??? did smth happen? and they're like YOUUU 🫵)

[flovoid]

and they all asked the same question: "who are you?"

♬

[indieyuugure]

. . . Hear me out Karai looks pwetty

You and Leo both lol ���

[skyplayssplatoon3]

New Splatfest Announced?!

AND THE THEME IS VERY OMINOUS....Especially coming from the cutesy adorable SpringFest!

[Source] [Source: JPN]

Funfact: In Japan's Translation, "Save The Day" is "Find A Way To Survive"...Take that how you will!

[sophiaea16]

𖤓 solaris 𖤓 // ☾ lunaris ☾

[kiisuuumii]

Mahmoud Darwish, In the Presence of Absence (tr. Sinan Antoon)

[cyberpunkaddict]

Jolea - the engineer 📸 by @imaginarycyberpunk2023

[apollos-boyfriend]

tweet about las nevadas ends up calling the las nevadas crew “found family” 30 dead hundreds injured

[yeonjune]

TOMORROW X TOGETHER ✙ The Star Chapter: SANCTUARY Concept Clip 'SAVIOR'

[robinssimp]

[cellberry]

yeah

[itsallaboutbl]

Can I kiss you?