I Give All My Mutuals Full Access To Boop Me As Many Times As You Want. I’m A Free Use Boop Slut

I wanna know why I like men older than my dad! I mean c’mon. I just wanna gnaw on them like a chew toy. (I.E Barry Sloane, Thomas Gibson, Shemar Moore, Keanu Reeves to name a few.)

Y/n, bursting in: my day was just made!

Ghost, not looking up from his report: What kind of cat was it?

Y/n: ORANGE!!

petition for tumblr to make the boop feature permanent. reasons:-

so i can shower my affection on mooties and followers without any limits

validates my sense of appreciation and does not make me feel unwanted

every introverts' dream who loves a blog but is scared to talk with them

feels like an actual physical boop

online love language

I’m miserable, I’m cramping and tired. I just wannabe fucked

“why’re you bein’ so snappy today, sweetheart?”

genuine concern laces simon’s voice as the mattress dips beneath you with his added weight, but it’s still not enough to knock you from your bratty state. sat at the head of your bed with your knees bent together in front of you, arms crossed over your chest, a pouty look on your face that hasn’t changed since you woke up that morning.

his hand slips up your calf and his other follows suit on your other leg not long after, and you’re still ignoring him. maneuvering themselves to the backs of your knees, making you huff out a frustrated sigh.

“still not gonna talk to me?” he frowns, calloused fingers abandoning your knee-socks and making their way up your bare thighs. his skin is cold, freezing against yours, and your breathing hitches when the rough pads creep upward past the end of your skirt.

you shake your head, refusing to meet his eyes and unrelenting with your behavior, and he’s forced to keep prodding; continue pushing forward, see how long you can keep up the facade until you’ll be whining and writhing and rightly fixed under him.

his digits graze your upper thighs, trickling inward to where you’ve always been the most sensitive, and he tugs at the lacy material of your panties — twice, before pulling them tight against you.

a small whine unexpectedly falls from your lips.

and, oh, he’s got you.

“my poor baby…” he coos. the second his hands emerge from beneath your skirt, your eyes snap open, surprised he’d tease you in such a mean way. his large palms move back to encase your knees; gradually guiding them to part, gentle as you go so pliant for him.

“just a troublesome, little thing, aren’t ya?”

your grumpy pout turns to a sad, desperate one, and he hums in sympathy. he knows you don’t mean to be like this.

he reaches forward again, this time his knuckles finally making contact with the soaked center of your panties, and you gasp aloud. his touch is still light though it’s enough to make you deprived.

“y’need me to help ya rub one out, hm? is that it?”

and finally- finally, you give in to simon. nodding your head, eyes all watery when a tear falls to your puffy cheek, and murmuring soft pleas that entirely contradict the you from a mere minute ago.

he grins proudly; no matter how difficult you may be at times, he’ll always break through it. pull his sweetheart from whatever depths of ill-behavior she fell into, reset that little brain for the better.

“it’s alright, dovie, i’ve got ya. just let me take care of you.”

his hand dips between your skin and the fabric of your panties, careful as he inches closer to your heat, and you give him full reign.

because that’s what he’s there for; to take care of you, of course.

Something I wrote when I was unhinged and manic was found by my mom…She’s worried.😅😅 I kinda wanna post it.

Howdy Potato! Bring joy and love!

ugh, Im so fucking nauseous and im tired of it.🤢🤢🤮🤮

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When I was a server at a cafe, I would confirm deliveries for my boss (she was always the best). So one day when I was running tables, we had a call and so, I picked up the phone and confirmed all the orders along with info on the cafe. When I went to hang up, I told the guy- “Alright, Bye honey, love you.”

I hung up and screamed in the back with my face in my hands. He ended up coming in while I was there and he told me that he loved me too- even though he had a wife. I never wanted a black hole to swallow me as much as I did then.

ghost on comms with price