When He Comes Inside But Doesn't Pull Out And Stays In You So Long He Gets Hard Again And Fucks You Full

"Must be nice to daydream so much you get to think up all sorts of stuff"

I cannot function actually.

My entire balance is thrown off. All I can think of is my daydreams. They encompass everything I do and I can't even do "simple" tasks.

Go play What Remains Of Edith Finch and tell me it sounds "nice".

post cum clarity is hitting so hard rn like what the fuck was i just edging to for the past 2 hours then cum to... what is wrong with me?!

Need a dick to cockwarm through the night or I will actually genuinely lose it

Repo! The Genetic Opera was like. An objectively bad movie. But it got so close to perfection. A sci-fi horror movie critiquing how the monetization of healthcare leaves the poor one missed payment away from death? And it’s a rock opera? And everyone is a horny mallgoth? She could’ve been the Sistine Chapel of cinematography 

“open your fucking legs or it’s going in your ass” 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫🫠🫠

post nut clarity hitting me like a metal bat being swung at a electric fence

thinking about your older bf!simon that cannot cope with being far from you.

when you’re in the shower, he’s sat on the lid of the toilet on his phone (watching those rug cleaning videos) enjoying your faint singing under the stream of water, the smell of your body wash on the cloud of steam- ready to pass you a towel or get your back.

when you’re at your desk, working from home or studying, he’s just on the other side of it reading the paper with one outstretched leg tangled with both of yours. he’s dead quiet when you’re on a call, just happy to be around.

when you’re doing laundry, collecting the clothes in the hamper and crouching to stuff them into the washer- turning around and accidentally colliding with a thick wall of muscle.

“sorry, love”

he steps aside but you can hear his soft footfalls as he continues to follow you throughout your home.

when you’re both watching something on the couch, what starts as his pinky locked with yours turns into his arm around your waist. that turns into your head on his chest, which culminates with you falling asleep in his lap with his cheek on your head and soft snores emanating from his lips.

when you grocery shop, you push the trolley but his chest is to your back, arms either side of you and hands clasped over yours on the handle. you can thank his military training for his uncanny ability to tell exactly when you’ll stop walking.

when he wakes up in the middle of the night, on a rare occasion when you’ve managed to slip out of bed without him realising, he’s immediately in a panic calling your name.

“in here, my love”

as soon as his heart settles, he realises the bathroom light was probably a dead giveaway. you’re taking a wee, you’ll be back in a minute.

that doesn’t stop a sleepy simon from leaning in the doorframe, shielding his eyes from the big light as he waits for you to finish up.

even on the short walk back to bed, you can feel fingers twisted in the back of your shirt- almost like you’re leading the way.

minute you’re both on the mattress, you’re being wrapped up in his arms, slotting you perfectly into the curve of his front- almost like you’re made for him.

(and you are)

Post ovulation clarity is so funny bc in the moment it was so hot I was actually dripping but after?? Oh man that was really weird. Like. Why did I do that.

i, for one, am very glad you made it through another year. congratulations. i know it hasn’t been easy.