simon holding eye contact while he slides his cock in.
“shh,” he whispers, his eyes fluttering at the pleasure slowly razing through him. “y’can take all of it in, can’t you sweet’art?”
he watches as you nod, your kiss-swollen lips trapped between your teeth. you’re trembling, squirming at the slow press of his cock, but simon refuses to break eye contact because there is something so sacred at seeing the tears pool in the corners of your eyes as euphoria courses through you.
there is something so maddening at seeing the moment your focus finally splinters, pleasure taking over, your eyes rolling back into your skull.
simon shivers, hissing at the explosion of his ecstasy once he’s got all of himself in, and allows himself to shut his eyes close so he can savour the wet wrap surrounding his cock.
Quackity: There's a possibility you have two fathers *laughs* and there's nothing bad with having two dads, ok? One of them - one of them is a man called Luzu, and the other one is a man called Wilbur. How does that sound, son? Now we're gonna have to choose and find out which one of them is gonna be your dad.
Tilin: *puts down a sign*
Quackity: Let's see, what does it say? Move, move son I can't read it.
Siobhan Thompson, who has casually translated Elvish and Latin on this show on multiple occasions: Why do you expect me to know the etymological roots of British slang?
in the time of the holiday special, do the boys all still have their ninpo?
They do! In fact this is pretty much the height of their Ninpo strength. Remember this?? This is where they're at right now!
We'll get to see some of this soon. I'm really excited to dive into more of their abilities. Got some ideas on how their powers have evolved that I've yet to see utilized within the fandom. Like... what ELSE could Mikey do other than just use chains to throw things? How else could Leo use portals both defensively and offensively? It's a fun puzzle to ponder. I just hope I can do the upcoming action sequences justice because I really... really... don't do them ever. Pray for me.
[id: sketches of dsmp!wilbur and qsmp!wilbur in a comic. q!wilbur is sitting in a chair, watching tallulah sleep. behind him, leaning against the wall, his dsmp self says, “i tried, you know. changing things. making my world ‘better.’ you want to know how that worked out?” and he replies “not particularly.” dsmp!wilbur approaches him, and says “hey, i won’t stop you. you can play at peace for as long as you like. maybe some of those friends of yours will even join you.” he leans close to wilbur’s face, smiling, and says “but sooner or later... something’s got to give.” end id]
oh but the way i cant stop thinking about being cornered by simon when you’ve been inadvertently avoiding him because of conflicting schedules.
just think about a warm palm circling your wrist, tugging you into a corner, and then caging you between him and the wall.
“jesus-!”
warm lips press on your cool skin, not really kissing but breathing you in, insistent as they map the expanse of your neck. it rips a giggle from your lips and simon pauses, lifting his head up from the crook of your neck before bumping his forehead on yours.
“baby?” you murmur, not wanting to break the tender ripple of vulnerability that fills the space – as little as it is – between you two.
“missed you,” he says, a breathy whimper, his lips ghosting against yours. “missed you s’much, darlin. need you now; need t’feel you.”
you sniffle, lips wobbling at hearing the reverence in simon’s voice. the longing.
“yeah,” you whisper. “i missed you lots too, love.”
greedy hands begin mapping your body and yours grasp at simon’s back, hoping to use his touch to tether you back into this reality because gods, dear gods, you have truly missed him.
He deserved to scream and shout and rage because, holy shit, both of his kids have been missing for a month and he doesn't even know if they are alive.
He has been trying his absolute best to say calm, to stay afloat and to be dependable. But he's also falling apart when no one is looking.
He deserved to explode at the man (his own son?) who left a child in his care for months on end with no return date to speak of.
Wilbur spent 8 days with Tallulah.
Phil protected her, raised her, cared for her, held her as she cried, cherished every conversation and loved her as his own for 6 months.
That's his daughter, too.
That's his daughter.
((This is not to hate on cubito wilbur, from his pov and with the info available to him it makes sense to act as he does, but phil's side of this whole situation is just devastating. There is no good guy or bad guy here, it's just a family going through the unimaginable.))