#OMFG I AM FLOORED

[nectardaddy]

hi i’m pulling an all nighter because my sleep schedule is fucked & this is one of the many antics i have been up to (based off of our extremely normal convo ab mattsun)

(mattsun has never touched a single work by kafka in his entire life don’t listen to a thing that man says. that being said im swiping right) this is the most terrible thing i have created to date, but it had to be done.

okay i’m sorry i’ll go back in my kennel nobody look at me 😔..

MITCH I'M ON THE FLOOR I'M IN THE GROUND I'M NOW ROAMING THE STREETS I'VE GNAWED THROUGH THE BARS OH MY GOD???????????

I AM YOUR BIGGEST FAN MITCH HOLY SHIT!!!!!

[boyfhee]

happiest birthday to the loml

[hercarisntyours]

i will love you till kingdom come

[gomzdrawfr]

*cackles* mini Raven

[iceicewifey]

so the SDC art for that monster strike collab thing dropped and—

MY BOYS 😭💗

[ooppo]

I still have MSPAINT I suppose...

[skhardwarevers1]

brb going to CRY FOR THE REST OF THE MORNING

[j00stkl31n]

Hoo okay I wanna leave a proper response to my most recent anon. But I gotta tell you first I started reading that message standing and now i am sitting on my floor 🫣🫣🫣

[tortoisebore]

look at LIKEAFUNERALL’S new posttttt I feel like you’ll like it

HOLY SHIT

fucking hellO?;??????HELLO!!!;!;?;??

i’m on the FLOOOOOOOOOR

[achilleslyre]

H.HELLO ????

[kar1nsworldx]

OH MY FUCKING GOD

THIS SONG IS KILLING ME

"I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown

In the name of someone I no longer know

For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone

Traffic lights and a transmitter radio

I don't like that when they threw me in the car

I gave your name as my emergency phone call

Honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up

I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'll die for you"

NOAH KAHAN YOU ARE THE MAN

WHY DO I RELATE TO THIS SONG SO MUCH???????????

[autistic-katara]

i am once again questioning my parents’ decision to move to a top floor flat

[herrscher-of-the-stars]

LITERALLY NO ONE TALK TO ME

[risetherivermoon]

the real human experience is having a breakdown because your favorite guidance counselor isn't at school today and you're scared of human interaction

[campingwiththecharmings]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑: 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

poe dameron x reader

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤: cunnilingus

warnings: none except what's obvious

word count: 1.6k

updates blog: @eyelessupdates

The light is softly streaming through the window of Poe’s bedroom, and though it isn't that bright, you feel it burn through your eyelids and have the urge to open your eyes.

Now hypothetically, you could have woken up and gotten along with your day, gotten to work a bit earlier than usual and taken care of the gigantic pile of paperwork waiting for you, but no.

No, you can't, because you can’t move; Poe is practically suffocating you, his bare chest pressed to your back, his arms tightly wrapped around your waist, his face nestled in the crook of your neck. There is no way you can escape his iron grip, he's clinging onto you like if he wasn’t, you would slip away from him.

You can’t really complain though, you have to admit that his tight embrace, his soft snores and warm breath fanning at the back of your neck are rather soothing, and you know you could stay like that for a while.

It only feels like a few minutes later when you feel warm kisses on your shoulder, but when you open your eyes it’s so much brighter than before. You stir awake and Poe runs his nose along your neck, leaving a kiss at your cheek before he loosens up his grip on you, allowing you to lay flat on your back.

“Morning” Poe smiles softly, his voice rough and still laced with sleep when he rubs a hand over his face.

“Morning” you smile back at him, and you groan when he lays on top of you, putting all of his weight over you, his face burying into your neck, his curls tickling your nose. “Alright” you sigh sleepily, an arm wrapping around him, a hand at the back of his neck, playing with his curls and your nails softly scratching his scalp.

He hums in contentment, and when you close your eyes again, expecting that you would just cuddle in this position, you feel him start to kiss your neck, his teeth softly grazing your skin.

“Poe” you call, a mix of a groan and a whine. 

You know how it always ends when he starts acting that way, and you’re also aware of the gigantic pile of work you’ve been procrastinating for way too long already waiting for you out there.

He hums as his mouth shifts from your neck to your collarbone, one of his fingers hooking in the collar of your shirt so he can have better access. You sigh and open your eyes again, your fingers bunching into a fist in his messy morning hair when he kisses at your sternum through your shirt, gradually going lower.

“Poe” you scold again when he lifts your shirt to expose your stomach, trying to refrain a small whine when you feel the gentle press of his mouth against your skin.

“Mhm?”

“We need to get ready and go to work,” you sigh, trying your best to convince him to stop though you’re mostly already sold and would hate having him stop now; you're also trying to convince yourself that this is a bad idea.

“Took the day off” he mumbles against your stomach before continuing his trail down your body.

“Liar.”

“I did. They just don’t know it yet” he snorts.

You chuckle and sigh when he starts to spread your legs and maneuver them so your knees can bend, biting down on your lip when the tip of his nose starts running from the inside of your thigh up to your knee, the gentle prickle of his scruff tickling you a bit.

His mouth follows this same path backwards, leaving kisses at your knee and going lower, lower and lower down your thigh.

You can’t say you don’t know where this is going, but you can’t say you don’t want it to happen either.

“This is not reasonable” you sigh, shaking your head when it sinks back into your pillow.

“Mhm, this sure isn’t” he tilts his head in agreement, raising his eyebrows and hooking his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, sliding it off your hips and down your legs until it’s off before throwing it across the room.

He starts kissing your thigh again, softly nibbling at it, changing sides so the other one gets the same treatment; the feeling of his warm mouth feels great but only makes you grow more impatient and eager to get his mouth where you need it the most.

"You can always stop me, you just have to say the word and it's over" he mumbles between kisses, a sly smirk over his face; he knows what he's doing, he knows you want him to keep going, and you know he wants you to admit it.

"Shut up" you whine, only making his smirk grow bigger.

"That's what I thought" he chuckles, his teasing voice making it lower than usual, and that added to his natural rasp of the morning only makes you grow needier. 

You shift so you can be in a better position, a shudder of anticipation coursing through you even though it’s really not the first time you’ve had his face in between your legs.

“Relax baby, s’just you and me, we have all the time in the world” he murmurs, his warm hand kneading your thigh, his gaze softer than before. 

You nod and he smiles softly before his hands shift to your hips, his fingertips gently brushing against the goosebumps forming over your skin. 

They trace the inside of your thigh, and you throw your head back into the pillow impatiently, his teasing efficiently working and about to give him what he wants; you, asking for what you want, wording it out loud.

"Poe can you please just–" your own moan cuts you off mid sentence when you feel his warm tongue licking a slow, long stripe through your folds, and it quickly morphs into a breathy yes.

The way he eats you out is almost poetic – delicate, languid swipes of his tongue at your pussy while his hands keep gently roaming along and caressing your body, his low moans vibrating against you, attesting of how much he likes pleasuring you like this, and the praise; the only moments he allows himself to pull away are to tell you about how sweet you taste, and how he could spend the rest of his life between your thighs.

You have to throw your head back and stare at the ceiling, because just the sight of him fucking you with his tongue could make you come; his hair is tousled, stray strands falling over his forehead, eyes half lidded and hungry with lust when he looks up at you, and the way he so passionately laps and buries his tongue into your cunt could make you tip over the edge way too early.

And he knows that. He knows, and his nails dig into your skin to make you look down at him, because eye contact is something he always wants to maintain when you have sex. 

Your breath catches in your throat when you look down at him and your gazes meet, and one of his hands joins yours to hold it gently, squeezing it reassuringly. 

The tender gesture is quickly over when you squeeze his hand tight as his nose bumps your sensitive clit, your other hand clawing at the sheets. His free hand pushes against your abdomen to hold your body back down on the bed, taming your unintentional arch as he grins at your reaction.

A small gasp of his name leaves your mouth when his flattened tongue traces a broad stripe, the tip of it expertly curling around your aching and needy clit. He focuses there, his movements methodical and calculated as he licks back and forth agonizingly slow, the tip of his tongue teasingly flicking and brushing again and again.

His arm loops to rest at your lower stomach and steady you in place as your hips lean forward and chase closer to his face, desperately needing more, and he chuckles when you whine as he pins your hips down before he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking it into his mouth as he moans.

It’s maddening, almost torturous, the way he takes great care of being delicate and slow, leisurely suckling while his hand is firmly gripping on your hips to hold them down.

He can’t keep on teasing you with the slow pace, not when you’re moaning out his name and begging him like you are. 

He works you faster, bringing you higher and closer to the edge until you come on his mouth with a strangled cry; he helps you ride out your orgasm and maintains the same pace until you're sated, until you have to wriggle away from his grip when it becomes too much. 

You prop yourself onto your elbows, looking down at him while you try to catch your breath, and the sight of his mouth and chin covered in your juices makes your head spin.

He smiles up at you, trying to catch his breath as well before crawling back up next to you, brushing back your hair before kissing your forehead.

"Good?" he asks as he pulls away, licking his lips and the remnants of your orgasm on them.

You nod, still a bit light headed, slowly feeling the fast pounding of your heart in your chest starting to slow down.

He smiles, laying down on the bed, wiping his mouth off with his forearm.

“Shit” he gasps as he looks to the side and takes a glance at the holographic clock, jumping from the bed in panic, gathering his clothes.

“What?” 

“I lied when I said I took the day off, and I have a meeting, and I'm late”

"I warned you" you groan before laughing as your head sinks back into the pillows, a hand covering your eyes.

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[kissmefriendly]

Kindness being shown to me from someone outside a select group of like. 2 people is the most horrific thing because it’s built in to me to refuse but also to be polite but also I crave human connection on a meaningful level but I also had it drilled into me I never deserved it [inhale]