#blegh!

[muensterfucker]

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[chefbuck]

bringing back gerard… that shouldve been may grant or albert han.

[sunnys-aesthetic]

BTW i know ive been kinda mentioning voting and political stuff on and off but i just everyone to know that isss gonna be like that till voting time, ill also post a link later to show the first debate between our vice president and the narcissistic orange man later when i find a link BUT

hoping she wipes the floor with him, anywho, make sure to tune in and be aware of your political situation bc this will affect your entire families n lives sadly + but weve still got hope on winning as trump is slowly losing his mind :3

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

hate when our insides hurt

[floppydrawings]

sometimes it just doesnt work

today is some days

[schizononagesimus]

needing to eat should be illegal

[p4rty4nim4l]

zest fest

drawing I made on my school computer lmao

[schalotte]

e just left and now they'll be gone for 2 weeks . :[

[mangosmoothiepussyv3]

:^( my bfs cats threw up in my relaxation corner :^(((((

[sauerkrauted]

Why do bad drama series always write brother sister relationships like that? Why are they flirting?? What in the Folgers?!

[chaosciara]

[image id: A message in a speech bubble from the Microsoft paperclip character “Clippy” asking, “Hey, it looks like you’re waiting for ideal conditions to do that thing you’ve been wanting to do. Need I remind you that ideal conditions do not exist and will never happen?”

Two clickable options below this read, “#1 I’m aware / #2 Wow, rude”.

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[chefbuck]

[sai-int]

fwb!simon, reader catches feelings- NO. FWB!SIMON BUT SIMON CATCHES FEELINGS. [ pt 2 ]

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it's quite simple.

simon comes home from a mission, he's restless, twitching, pacing, can't figure out what to do with his hands.

so what does he do? he knocks on your door, waiting anxiously until you open it and he's scooping you up, hauling you across the hall and into his basically empty apartment, and fucking you into the mattress for the night.

and you're just so good at taking it—whatever he gives you and whenever he gives it. you cry, whine, beg and plead for his cock in all the ways you know how—until you go blue in the face—and simon fucking revels in it. he's all harsh words and degrading names, calling you a filthy slut, his cocksleeve, a fucking cumdump—you name it, he's probably said it.

it's perfect, until it's not.

he's spent months fucking you stupid, night after night. he fucks you even when he's not restless. he fucks you when he's bored, when he's lonely. especially when he's lonely.

simon riley's a gridlocked man. hardly anything ever gets past him, but it didn't take many rendezvous between your thighs for him to forget that.

his mask would come fully off—not just above his lips—and you'd still kiss him breathless, still scream his name until your throat went hoarse. you weren't afraid of everything underneath. if anything, you liked it.

It's not like the both of you frequently exchanged actual conversations, but he could tell by the way you dripped and soaked his sheets even more than you ever had.

after that, he even began to gather enough courtesy to let you get some rest after he fucks you, letting you stay wrapped in his sheets for whatever sliver of the night was left.

you never pushed, and that's what he liked most about you. you always went by his terms because you never really cared as long as you got fucked six ways from sunday.

so, you always left when he woke without a problem. that was the arrangement and you were more than fine with getting a good fuck only a few steps away from your own home.

then even you began to notice the shift.

simon could never fuck you badly, per se. but he began to fuck you more softly. tenderly, as if he was suddenly aware that humans shouldn't be bent in half as long he's had you pinned underneath him in the past. he'll rock his hips into you with similar fervor, but he'd caress you, rather than grab at you. hold your forehead to his, rather than choke you with his thick hands.

then came the praise. god, it's like fucking a completely different man. from one week to the next, you're no longer a slut or a hole, you're pretty girl and angel. it makes your head spin. you try to pinpoint the change and why it happened, but you can't. somehow, you cum twice as hard now.

it all came to an ugly head when he spent the better part of 2 hours between your thighs, moaning and groaning as if you were doing him a service.

now, you weren't going to complain, but love just wasn't in the cards for you right now, and the looks simon was giving you from where he lapped at your cunt were filled with adoration, like he was waiting for you to tell him how good he was doing.

hell, you could see a phantom tail wagging each time his eyes met your own. and after a session that felt more like making love than an explosion of pure lust, you could feel his eyes lingering on you as you slipped your panties back on.

"what?" you hum, not wanting to face him in fear you'd see that godforsaken look in his eyes again.

and you were right, because he's staring at you like he's about to drop to one knee. "nothin'."

you toss your shirt back over your head and steel yourself as you turn to face him.

"simon," you start and he's already hanging on your words, "what's going on with you lately? i don't mean to sound rude but—"

this is it, he thinks. it has to be now, or nothing will change. he's not a religious man, but if he's ever prayed to god for anything, it's for this to become something real.

"'m in love with ya."

one blink, then two. two to three, three to four. you stare at him as you try to piece together what he's saying.

"simon, i don't think you understand—"

"—i do. i do understand and i want ya, bad. so bad, i can't even stop thinkin' bout ya, sweetheart. even when y'not 'ere im thinkin' about ya. everything about y'is perfect, and i don't think i can function without y'with me."

this is the most emotion you've ever seen out of simon and it rocks you to your core. if you didn't know better—and if the lighting wasn't so dim—you'd think he was tearing up.

you didn't know how to break it to him.

[schizononagesimus]

truly uncertain how roaches are such a feared, indestructable creature that has outlasted so many other species considering one just crawled beneath my weight rack. get crunched idiot

[biogist]

i really should have napped earlier when i said i was going to.

[mroddmod]

mine all mine