#can we just like. forget abt it and move on??

[hauntedbydreams]

First official post here we go… I literally can’t stop thinking abt Vi in wintertime and I just got back from ski break so I need some vi shaped winter coded brain rot 🙂‍↕️🫠

Vi Winter Headcanons

Please this ended up being a whole thing abt her snowboarding, oops

Pure fluff! Myb a lil suggestive at the end? But not rly

Always runs hot. Like no kidding this girl is a walking radiator and has insane body warmth/circulation everywhere. Your hands and feet on the other hand, are always criminally cold though.

So when you crawl into bed and shuffle under the covers to put your freezing feet between her legs while she’s snoozing she jumps “Jesus, cupcake! Give a girl a warning!” But she lets you warm your feet there anyways.

And when it’s cold out and you forget your gloves she always takes your hands and puts them in HER OWN jacket pockets while holding them.

Or she takes them together and blows on them, but it always ends up with her giving you a million kisses and peppering your face after kissing your hands.

Usually followed by a “Vi! Stahp that tickles” and her response is just to kiss you on the lips so firm and press your hips to hers so tight that you swear you go dizzy and see stars. “How’s that? Still ticklish?” She says with a smirk.

Definitely snowboards. Has a really baggy snow suit and a really cute board with Jinx’s graffiti paint that she carved your name into ages ago.

Her snowboard is pink like her hair and it’s all scratched and covered in stickers.

Shreds the slopes boarding and winks at you with that shit eating grin every time she passes you or overtakes you in the snow. But always waits for you at the bottom of the slope before getting on the same ski lift with you.

Begs you to go to the snow park to watch her do tricks on her snowboard even though you ski and can barely land the basic snow jumps. But she won’t stop “Babe please! Pretty please… I promise I won’t be long, just come watch me pleaseeeee” and she’s giving you puppy eyes and blinking at you a million times a second and grinning and you just can’t say no.

So there you are sitting on the edge of a snow park rail, your skis in the snow next to you cause you gave up after the second round and Vi’s just flipping and boarding all over the place enjoying herself so much. It makes you happy to see her so carefree like this.

She’s looking over at you and showing off and of course just as you’re looking at her on the big snow jump she eats it and completely crashes into the snow, landing flat on her face, barely catching herself on her hands in time. She looks over with a sheepish grin, hoping you didn’t see but it’s too late. You’re bent over laughing hysterically and trying to make your way over to her.

You approach her still giggling and she tries to fake being really hurt so you’ll take care of her “ow… uh fuck… ouch. Ughhh I think I broke my nose… ow” and she’s looking up to see you start panicking and your face goes serious immediately.

You’re at her side in a second, taking your gloves off in a hurry, cupping her face, turning her by the jaw to check for injury, worried out of your mind “where?!? Vi, are you ok honey?!? Let me see! Stop moving!”

And then you see her eyes twinkle mischievously, and a slow grin on her face. “Vi! Are you serious right now!?!” U give her a soft punch in the shoulder and shove her. “I thought something really happened! You always-“

She cuts you off with a kiss “I just needed you to kiss it better” you just look at her dazed. She gives you her signature smirk “see, all better now” and she’s giving you another peck on the cheek before she’s off down the slope on her snowboard again.

You sit in the snow stunned thinking of ways to get back at her.

You decide to have some fun of your own and calmly go back to your skis, sitting back on the rail. You start making snowballs and stashing them next to you on the rail.

When Vi shows up in front of you on the snow park jumps again you’d start shooting at her.

Your aim is worse than you’d like, but out of all 15 snowballs you made and attempted to hit her with, you’ve hit her at least 6 times.

When the first snowball hits her she doesn’t quite register it, too busy focusing on the latest snowboard trick she’s trying to ace, but then there’s the next and the next and soon she’s realizing what’s happening mid snow jump.

She’s flipping in the air doing a trick and you land a snowball right at her head.

She brushes it all off in the moment but you can see her eyes change and you’re just giggling to yourself having the time of her life.

She deserves a little harmless snowballing after showing off and eating it just to make fun of you for worrying earlier.

Vi doesn’t think so though. As soon as she’s back up the slope she’s winding down the snow straight towards you.

You smile a shy smile as she breaks right in front of you pausing to quickly unbuckle her feet from the snowboard. Your smile is gone in an instant and the air pushed out of your lungs as Vi tackles you into the snow.

She’s on top of you holding your gloved hands in the snow giving you THE face with the raised eyebrow and you can’t help but notice how hot you suddenly feel even though you’re lying in freezing snow. “Really angel? You thought a snowball fight was your best option?” She quirks a brow at you, smirking, a hint of teasing in her voice.

“Well it got your attention didn’t it?” You counter.

Vi rolls her eyes and kisses you before lifting you out of the snow and standing up in one fell sweep.

She’s carrying you through the snow toward the hut you’re renting on the edge of the ski resort. “Vi! Wait!! What about all the gear?!? My skis, your snowboard!!!”

“I’ll just have to text Ekko or Jinx to pick them up on their way back from the slope, I have other business to attend to.” She’s looking down at you still half covered in snow in her arms as she carries you bridal style.

“Oh yeah? Like wha-“ you don’t even get to finish and she’s tossing you into the deep untouched snow right by your hut.

[musicalmoritz]

TikTok shipping discourse is giving me a headache

So I’ve been super excited abt the recent revival of the Gravity Falls fandom because that show was a large part of my childhood. My sister and I watched it as it was coming out, I still vividly remember watching the first episode with her when it aired. It was one of my first big fandoms so I have a lot of fond memories with it (and some not-so-fond, my sister and I would always joke abt how we were just like the Pines twins so certain areas of the internet were…well, awkward to say the least)

Anyways super happy that the fandom is back but why am I seeing so much beef between Dipcifica and Mabcifica shippers??? I don’t remember there being this much discourse before, most people shipped Bill//Dip so that was the biggest rival to Dipcifica I recall seeing at the time, besides Wen//Dip. Oh and also. The other one. But usually ppl were pretty chill abt Mabcifica bcuz it went along well with the mega popular mlm pairing so like,,,even if ppl didn’t care abt them, they were content with that as a way to keep Pacifica out of the picture. There were the typical homophobes ofc but I don’t remember ppl going out of their way to hate on Mabcifica back when I was really into the fandom

This might come as a shock, but I was always Team Dipcifica. It was one of those ships I absolutely fell in love with, I read fics of them on FanFiction.Net and watched all the amvs and cosplays. I liked the idea of Dipper being the guy Pacifica could sort of run away with after escaping her toxic family because I loved her character sm and wanted good things for her. And, well, I related to Dipper a lot so there might have been some subconscious projecting going on there

So yeah, big time Dipcifica girlie but as we all know I’m also a massive multishipper and Femslash Enthusiast™️. It took me awhile to come around to Mabcifica bcuz as I was watching the show I was working through a lot of internalized homophobia, but nowadays I ship them nearly equally to Dipcifica. They are both interesting ships in their own rights with their own appeals. Pacifica was always a character in Mabel’s storylines so people shipping them romantically makes sense to me. I actually look at Mabcifica content more frequently than Dipcifica content now bcuz my main thing is sapphic ships. But if you were to ask me to pick one, I would still probably say Dipcifica

Alright now onto the current discourse. I keep seeing posts on TikTok of Dipcifica shippers explaining why they hate Mabcifica, or bashing the ship in their own edits. I also see a constant flood of comments on Mabcifica posts of ppl hating on the ship and saying Dipcifica is better. My dudes, what happened to “ship and let ship”?? Seeing all of this at the same time I’m seeing a flood of posts saying that ships don’t have to be canon or even make sense, and that ppl should let fandoms have fun, is crazy. And yes I’m gonna pull this card, it’s a little odd for people to specifically be targeting the most popular wlw ship in the fandom. “It’s toxic” mf you ship BILL//FORD

Hate whatever ships you want!! No one is forcing you to like Mabcifica. If they are then block them. But omg I thought we were trying to leave needless ship hate in the past. The ships can coexist, believe me I’m overjoyed that Dipcifica has so many canon implications but ppl are still well within their right to ship Mabcifica

I don’t even care that much abt Bill//Ford (love it and fully support it, have supported it since middle school, but I’m more of a Fidd//author girlie) but I’m glad that’s the fandom’s main focus rn, I couldn’t take it if the ONLY thing the shippers were yapping abt was which Pines sibling Pacifica should hold hands with. Another life saved by toxic yaoi

Mabcifica shippers get behind me

[bacchuschucklefuck]

no more fan-ta-sizing about it! everything's already changed~

[wisecrackingeric-2]

Can I be mega autistic here and vent for a second and ask if anyone else is lowkey scared for whatever the next RE game is HSBWHDNDJ

[selamat-linting]

resignation letter is the most potent painkiller. i love you resignation letter i love you one month notice <3

[carcarrot]

dream time

[truckstoptigers]

I think the worst part about remembering is that at this point, nobody is off-limits. i was constantly surrounded by people who were abusing me/letting it happen when with my father. in the first few years of trafficking me, we lived in a tiny apartment that barely fit two people, let alone four. my little brother & i slept on a mattress on the floor while our father & his girlfriend slept in the bed. half the time we didn't even get sufficient covers or pillows. and his girlfriend didn't even seem to think anything of it. never tried to help us/provide bedding, never offered to turn the heater on for us, nothing.

we were in such close quarters that I don't know how she WOULDN'T have noticed something was wrong, but. that's the same woman that knew I was sick and had a borderline dangerously high fever, but still drove me to goodwill so she could try on clothes - I was literally sitting on the floor of the dressing room with my head leaned against the wall, fighting to stay conscious. we were just down the street from where my mom lived and she knew I was sick, but she didn't seem to care. neither of them did. my mom was FURIOUS when I got home and she took my temperature. all she had to do was look at me to know I was really sick, and she was pissed at my father & stepmother for knowingly disregarding that. my mom & her side of the family are the only reason parts of my childhood were good. they care about & love me so much, and I'm so grateful for that.

but.

I'm scared because I think my stepmother's brother did something to me too, but I can't fully remember what, and I don't know that I'll ever have all the pieces to put that one together. I'm scared because my uncle (father's half-brother) always scared the shit out of me and I can think of only one reason as to why that could be, because he was never physically abusive - he could yell, but he never raised a hand to me or his two daughters.

we lived with him for a while, on two different occasions. I was terrified of him. I didn't feel safe if his wife (my aunt) wasn't around. I don't remember enough to know for sure though, which is the only thing keeping me from losing it tbh. that bedroom down the hall in that trailer was the first place my father raped me. they might've even been home at the time, my cousins & their parents. I just - how could that stuff happen so closely around other people and NOBODY noticed? it makes my chest hurt. how did nobody think anything was just a little bit off? I'd scream & cry every time it was my father's weekend because I knew what was coming, but no one else did, and I was too scared to tell them.

it's hard not to feel a little bit bitter about that. it's even worse to have to seriously consider the idea that yet another family member was abusing me around the same time. and if my uncle really did do something to me, that terrifies me. my cousins are both girls. their mom lived with them for a while, but at some point she seemingly got fed up (she wanted to live a very different life) and walked out, which left my cousins alone with him.

I can only pray that the only man that did anything to me was my almost stepmother's brother (the woman we lived with in the apartment; she & my father broke up eventually) and not my uncle too. I highly doubt he'd only abuse me and not his daughters in that case, and that scares the shit out of me. what I learned in those eight years my father abused me is that no one - and nowhere - was safe. sometimes the men would pay my father in drugs, which I now know they probably did together because she developed a nasty addiction while she was with him - I'd seen him do hard drugs pretty often, and she did them too. I wonder if she knew where they came from. I can only hope she didn't bother to ask, but I doubt he would've told her if she didn't already know.

she didn't protect me. she didn't ever try to get between my father and I, even though she'd witness him screaming at me & sometimes hitting me. I was eight fucking years old. I still remember the time I innocently tried to help with my brother when he said a cuss word & getting smacked by our father because I "was not the parent." I sure fucking felt like I was. even my brother's own mother didn't take care of him the way she should've, and even if she does now, that's not something I can just forget.

I don't know. I really hope it's just my brain being paranoid, but I can't know for sure right now. I want to be able to say my uncle only intimidated me with words/yelling frequently, but I don't know. I don't know. and I hate that. I hate that the memories come back with no real consistency, and that I might not even be done recovering them. I want it to be over but I get the feeling it isn't, yet. I don't know if it ever will be.

I just hope I'm wrong, because that would make things so much worse. the one place I felt safe/like I could get away from everything was the same place I was raped for the first time, and in that case maybe it was never truly safe. maybe I'm an idiot for thinking anywhere with my father was safe.

at this point, all I can do is hope he didn't hurt me, but I can't even be sure he didn't.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[eeunwoo]

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[itsalwaysdark]

have i ever related to any other characters ... who remembered

[kimmkitsuragi]

now im finally free of this article yippieeee the rest will be a problem for future me

[phagodyke]

it was waaayy shorter that time... they didn't even ask me to do the lab assessment again lol

[simpjaes]

what do you think abt being jake’s newly gf, always being super cute and thinking he was super innocent. only ever kissing here and there and holding hands in your relationship

but then u find out after he left his phone unlocked to go to the bathroom, u curiously see one of his tabs open to a twitter link, and shockingly seeing the most vulgar videos that u can infer jake gets off too in secret

tags: jake has a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE fucking gigantic cock. a mini fic is tagged as the continuation.

"Oh...that's...hot." You mutter in thought, staring down at the evidence in your hand, all huddled up on the couch. It had been a few weeks now since the two of you became official, or whatever. That's a few weeks of close to nothing in terms of sexuality though, mostly just a few kisses here or there, maybe a hug where he pulls you close and kisses you just slightly harder than usual. Always keeping his lower half away from you though.

For a while there you were wondering if the dude was a virgin. Given, well, he fucking acts like one. But now, oh...now. If, for some reason, he was a virgin, you wouldn't expect an interest such as this one.

You stare down at the muted phone, internally on fire as you watch a woman get absolutely fucking obliterated by a man with a dick way, way too big. Like, to the point you know it's gotta hurt her. But still, you tingle at it, almost clicking the bookmark button as if forgetting this isn't your phone, only to remember that yes, this is Jake's phone, and it's already fucking bookmarked.

Your sweet, caring, soft-voiced boyfriend jerks off to this. To the mess of it, the tears this woman offers to the camera, the huge cock stuffing inside of her without so much as letting her adjust.

And god, don't get you started on the position. An ugly one, most would say, but you just know that she feels good. So, good.

"Uh..."

You jump in surprise at your boyfriend's awkward voice, practically throwing the phone across the room before you're able to close out or lock it. Somehow, luck isn't on your side and you guess when the phone hit your table before bouncing off of it and sliding onto the floor, it somehow ended up unmuted.

And now, you're staring at Jake, and he's staring at you, all with a woman moaning, choking, crying loudly on the floor just three feet away from his phone. You watch his cheeks darken before he scratches the back of his neck, side stepping to grab his phone and close out of everything. He avoids eye contact after that, standing there in the middle of your living room with a somewhat....amused look now. "I...wasn't snooping." You try to start, voice caught in your throat for both embarrassment in your own actions, but second hand embarrassment for him. After all, the ice hasn't been broken yet with him. The, uh, sexual ice. "It seems a lot like you were snooping." He shoots his gaze at you now, pocketing his phone and huffing. "Well?" "Jake, I swear I thought you were like, a virgin or something." You explain quickly and in a panic. "I just, was wondering if maybe you weren't interested in me, or like, had someone else or something you were interested in since we haven't like...you know-" He cuts you off quickly, his entire demeanor changing in an instant. "A fucking virgin?! Really?" He says it as if he's offended, then he walks up to you, and stands right in front of you. You're sitting on the couch, and he's standing to where his cock is basically at eye level with you. He arches his back slightly, grabbing his bulge, palming it, warming it up. Showing it to you. "I just wasn't sure if you could take it, if I'm being honest. Plus, it's not like you've ever tried." A switch in your brain flicks on. He's right, you haven't made any moves on him due to your...you know, assumptions. And he, apparently, hasn't made the move out of the assumption you couldn't handle it. "Take what, your dick?" You raise a brow. "Well, if it's anything like, uh, the one in th-" "It's exactly like the one in the video, why do you think I watch it?" He smiles, grabbing himself blatantly as if to prove to you that even half hard, he's huge. "Oh..." "So I was right?" He asks now, tilting his head down at you. "Can you take it?" Well... you guess you'll just have to try and see. ~ BIG DICK FOR DUMMIES: basically a continuation that i already wrote.

[healmyhrt]

Ok so like yk how Chris always slaps Matt’s or Nicks ass well what abt they are like live on instagram or sum and he kinda just forgets and slaps the reader ass yk and he doesn’t realized u til Nick or Matt say something and so they is like edits on tt and yea 

⌗ public, c. sturniolo

chris x fem!reader

summary: what the request says :)

disclaimers!: established relationship, ass slapping, flirting, cursing, use of y/n, very short

a/n: i love when yall send requests and start it with “babe” like … what r we 😉??

“where’s matt? probably sleeping or something.” chris responds to a comment. nick sits back down next to him, handing him a pepsi can.

“but yeah guys, we’re back home in LA. and we just wanted to come on here and say hello for a bit.” nick smiles into the camera.

i walk into the kitchen, and open the fridge, unaware that i’m in camera view. “y/n, come say hey to the live.” nick smiles.

i walk over, a gallon of orange juice in hand. “hey guys.”

the chat starts going insane, and i slowly start to step away. chris grips the tee im wearing (which was his), and pulls me back. he manspreads, and i glance at the phone. chris shrugs, and i give him a look.

“wanna sit and talk to them, y/n? i can move seats.” nick suggests. i shake my head, and walk back behind the island. chris stands, and walks over to me.

all you could see in the background of the live was chris towering over me.

“why didn’t you sit?”

i glare at him. “you guys are on live, chris.” he shrugs. i cross my arms. “i thought we weren’t going public.”

“so friends can’t sit on other friends laps?” he smiles, and leans closer toward me. “chris.” his smile widens when he hears me say his name. “christopher.”

“call me that again.”

i laugh. “you’re unbelievable.” i begin to walk away, still in view of the live camera. i hear chris chuckle underneath his breath, and next a slap to my ass cheek.

i stop in my tracks, and turn around trying to contain my myself while i look at chris. nick had turned around, and his mouth gaped open.

“yall are fucking ridiculous.”

nick turns back toward the phone. “um… on that note, i think we’re gonna get off. i love you guys! bye!” he says.

nick picks up his phone, and walks over to us. “chris, you’re fucking insane. are you actually mental?”

i stand next to him, and look at chris. “THANK YOU!!” chris rolls his eyes, and i walk out of the kitchen, turning down the stairwell to chris’s room.

i hear footsteps behind me, already knowing who it was.

“what the hell was that chris?” i ask in a genuinely confused tone. he tugs on his bottom lip with his teeth.

“i thought it would be funny, sorry.”

“you’re the one who said you didn’t want to go public yet because of how hard it would be to have a girlfriend, then you do this shit?”

i sit on the edge of his bed. chris slumps down beside me, and leans his head onto my shoulder. “im sorry.”

i sigh. “its fine.”

chris pulls his phone out, and sees a text from nick.

“look what you did dumbass.” the text read. i giggle at the message, as chris slides it to the side, opening it.

it was a tiktok video of a screen recording from the live, and the clip was of chris slapping my butt. my eyes widen.

“shit, they’re fast.”

[emmyrosee]

hiya emmyy

i’m in love with your soft bf!sukuna pieces they’re just, melting me into a puddle of simp- so.. i saw your post abt angst so what would you think abt sukuna and y/n arguing, and making up after that? i dunno why but i’m just picturing him texting you to eat your meals and drink water and take your meds, even tho he acts like he doesn’t care at all 🫣 (did i js want that in bf? yes )

thank you so much for providing a lots of pieces for simps like me (who pretty much simp over anyone they can) and i might show up in your notifications bombarding your posts with likes but i hope you don’t mind ;)

hope you’re having a good day (and get good rest, water, food (and meds if you take them!)) <3

-sky :)

SUKUNA ANGST BUT HIM BEING DOTING MY BELOVED 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

When you banish him to the couch for the night, he merely scoffs and grabs his pillow to make his way for it, but he hears your soft cries and his heart breaks just enough to make whatever you were fighting about seem beyond unimportant.

He takes his phone out to scroll on through it, trying to distract himself from the situation, too stubborn to fully cave into the guilt. But then he sees the time, and he sends you a text.

SENT don’t forget to take your medicine.

I think there’s a bottle of gatorade in the fridge. Drink that and have one of my protein shakes, since we didn’t eat tonight

dummy 🙄 why do you care?

SENT because I still fucking love you?? Duh??

Fights aren’t going to change that fact, idiot

He clicks his phone off and lays an arm over his eyes to block out the automatic lamp and the moonlight that creeps in from the curtains and into the big living room, and he tries not to look as you come stalking back out of the bedroom and approach him.

“You remembered that I have to take my meds,” you swallow thickly.

He scoffs, “and?”

He hears you shuffle awkwardly, “we’ve just… been fighting so long, I thought you would’ve forgotten, too- because I did.”

Now, he finally peeks at you from his arm, “I’m never going to forget something that important. You know that.”

He watches as you timidly, raise a hand to lay on his thigh, thumb stroking the muscle lovingly, “I’m sorry I banished you to the couch.” You look down in shame, “I never want us to go to bed separate… I don’t want to be the couple that does this, who needs to do this.”

“I didn’t do this,” he grumbles.

“I know; but I only did it because I was hurt, Sukuna. Please understand where I was coming from.”

This makes his heart jerk and tighten, his arm finally coming down to look at you fully, and with a click of his tongue, he reaches down to lace his hand with yours, and he sighs, “I know I’m not the easiest guy to work shit out with, so I get it.”

You sniffle, “Will you… maybe… come back to bed? With me?”

He ponders his options for a minute. He could go back to bed, condition you into thinking that it was okay and you’ll always pull this crap on him. But you look so sad, so heartbroken and wearing your heart on your sleeve-

And hey. Maybe he likes watching you grovel a little bit.

He clicks his tongue and makes a move to get you off his legs, and you smile excitedly. “Alright,” he gruffs. “Pull this shit again though, and I’m sleeping on the porch swing at ma’s.”

You nod your head, and as he sits up, he plants a kiss to your knuckles, squeezing your hand lovingly.

“I’m serious.”

“I know you are, Kuna.”

[sugarbbgrl]

idk how i feel abt this but o well :)

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ MDNI 18+ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

bodyguard!Simon is a watchful man. his eyes never leave you, no matter where you are. your father trusted him with you, hence why he hired the best of the best. he knew nothing could ever happen to you.

you can be a bit much for simon sometimes, but he never minds. when you're drunk, you get a bit handsy, doing your best to seduce to mysterious man tasks to keep you alive and well.

"simon, c'mon, look at me!" you slur and gesture to yourself as you stumble your way to your front door. "you're telling me you don't want a slice of heaven?"

simon just snickers as he unlocks the front door, moving out of the way to let you in. "you're drunk, sweetheart."

"but i know what i want." you giggle and walk into the threshold of your shared space. you sit on the couch and spread your legs for the man in front of you, biting the tip of your finger.

"i want you, si." you run your hands along your inner thighs, the alcohol spiking your confidence. simon inhales deeply through his nose at the sight of you. you face is flushed from the liquor and your legs agape, presenting your lacy black panties under your dress. he could feel his cock harden at the thought of what he could do to you right now. but she's drunk and your boss's daughter, nonetheless, the thought to himself.

"there is nothing more i would want to spend my saturday night, buried deep inside you, but you're not in a state i want you in, doll." he admits to you, likely because he knew you'd forget the next day. "and, you father would gut me."

you whine, your libido failing to settle down. "please, simon, i'm aware of my surroundings." your hands trail to your underwear, slowly and gently rubbing through the thin fabric.

simon sighs and ignores the tightness in his jeans. "c'mon, love, 's time for bed, yeah? we can talk it over tomorrow." he reaches his hand out to you for you to take, blatantly ignoring your actions. you groan and stand from your position, taking his big hand.

"yeah, sure we will." you mumble as you let simon lead you to your bedroom. as soon as you get into your room, you drop your dress and turn to look at the man behind you.

"last chance, si. you could have me right here, right now." you place your hands on your hips and wait for an answer from him. simon sighs once more and take your door knob in his hand, slowly closing the door, mumbling a short goodnight.

as fast as the man could get to his room, he was already removing him jeans and underwear, his hard dick red and aggravated. he shouldn't be lusting over you, especially when you're intoxicated, but he just can't help himself.

simon wrapped his hand around his shaft, squeezing gently and stroking slowly as if trying to torture himself for the reasoning behind his actions. his breathing picks up as he leans against his closed door, his hand never feeling like enough. the images of you splayed on the couch for him, running your hands over yourself. you dropping your dress to show you in all of your glory, your nipples hard from the contact of the ac.

simon moans as he imagines himself to be the one rubbing your thighs and pussy through your panties. he imagines running his tongue along your slit and teasing your clit with small licks and sucks. he wants to hear you moan his name over and over again, bucking your hips into his hot, wet mouth while gripping onto his slightly overgrown hair.

he pumps to the thought of slapping his cock against your sopping and swollen pussy after cumming for him however many times he decides to make you. he wants to wrap his hand around your throat while fucking into you mercilessly, leaving fingerprints on your thighs and hips.

with a few more fast pumps and groans, simon explodes, his cum shooting up and onto his stomach, wishing it were inside of you instead, coating your walls and pussy in the thick pearls.

it's a shame simon practically needs you, but he knows he can't. he just has to settle for 'accidental' walks ins when you're getting out of the shower or listening in on the sweet sounds of your self pleasure.