#crying tbh

[cursedwithcaution]

I'm gonna sob

The delicate way Andi picks up each plushy-matronic, setting them on the counter, making sure they don't fall. She knows how important they are to Frankie, even if she doesn't understand.

[symphony-in-silver]

[stuck-in-jelly]

What y’all did to Callum not even 3 days after his adult design dropped

[konigslittleliebling]

Hi, I was wondering if you write for Simon Riley? If so, could you possibly write where he comes home from a months long mission, and he desperately needs a release and the reader helps him throughout the night but if you don’t write for Simon you can write this for whoever!

of course i write for him, who would i be if i didn’t? touch-starved but emotionally distant simon returning from a mission, and he’s so exhausted :(( luckily his wife is more than happy to help !!

mdni. sub!simon, soft sex, cowgirl position, implications of mental health struggles, simon is a damaged baby :((

“shh, luv.” you coo, leaning forward to kiss his sun-tarnished cheek. “you’re home now. relax.”

he groans, eyebrows pinching together as his eyes roll to the back of his head. you’d found him sat on the front steps a few hours ago, duffle bag at his feet whilst a cigarette dangled from his mouth — racked with quiet sobs. you decided to skip supper, leading him to your shared bedroom instead. you know not to ask questions when he comes home.

your hips roll slowly, clit grinding against the unkept pubic hair at his thick base. “you’re with me now.” you whisper, hands gently caressing his chest where a few new scars have appeared. you trace them with delicate fingertips, memorising the raised bumps of healing tissue. his large hands find your waist — callused and worn.

“missed ya.” he manages to croak, and you smile gently at the sound of his voice. it’s the first thing he’s said to you since you’d guided him through the front door, out of the rainy chill. his eye black is still smudged, cracking at the creases of his crow’s feet where the paint has dried. “i missed you too, my love.” you soothe, hands sliding to brace atop his bulky stomach. he’s lost a few pounds, you note.

you maintain your consistent rhythm, alternating between rising and falling atop his stiff cock, and riding back and forth with his entire length settled to your pussy’s brim. it’s euphoric to feel him fill you up again after being away from him for so many months. you don’t mind taking the lead, you’re accustomed to his isolated dispositions immediately upon his return.

“i love you,” you whisper, hushed voice wavering as you teeter on the edge of orgasmic relief. “don’t ever forget that.”

his nostrils flare, his grip on your midriff shifting to caress the skin of your back, feeling your muscles ripple and tense as you fuck him slow and steady. “love ya too, sweetheart. fuck.”

you’ll wait until you’ve fucked a few more of those pretty moans out of him before asking the question: who’d you lose this time, my love?

[nuge]

“in the moment, i didn’t think about it, to be honest, but rewatching the video and [stu] standing there, i almost wished he joined the huddle and was in there. but you don’t want to rub something like that to a guy that’s playing his first game for his new team.”

- drai on scoring his 1000th point on stu skinner

[eternal-sunflowers]

rockstars in 🇲🇽

Via djotime, by caitytakesphotos

[someoneilovedoncegaveme]

Saw this on Reddit today from a script RTD wrote. Clara is specifically there!

[buzzbugs]

i am dying oh my god i wanted to find that part before Yi City when wei wuxian gives the rouge to the ladies and lan wangji is sulking but google's AI gives me this:

"unique and unconventional approaches to various situations" including SHOVING A SWORD UP HIS ASS