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lunarw0rks · 6 months
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i just think it's funny how simon would let you THINK you had control over him
letting you "pin" his wrists while making out on the sofa, clenching your thighs tight around his waist as you straddle him. when you end up riding him — he lets you have your fun for no more than a minute. he's merely watching you struggle to bounce on his whole cock, while making your best effort to balance rhythm and control over him — which was laughable to simon.
ends up flipping you over, hovering atop you, fucking you senseless into the cushions. make a show of it; to prove that he was just playing along the whole time, that it was his plan the entire time.
somebody sedate me
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theinfjsilhouette · 11 days
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Okay, so I've decided to do something I never saw myself doing. And that is finally dive into the world of The Glass Scientists. I know there are fans of the webcomic on here and I can just imagine you guys saying to me, "Welcome to the madness". Thank you in advance because I'll happily step into the madness. Let's see how this goes. After reading some of the comic on the website, I'll reblog this post sharing my thoughts.
(Btw this story genuinely looks super interesting and fun so I'm excited to see what happens.)
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rachellized · 1 month
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Just realized how actually crazy it is to be getting back into Hermitcraft in 2024 when the last time I really engaged with it was when Etho and Doc joined in 2014, because I was deep into Mindcrack at the time. They referenced it in Etho’s episode. It’s been ten years. What the fuck.
Seasons change but people don’t?
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stereotypical-jew · 18 days
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If daylight savings time has a million haters I’m one of them. If daylight savings time has 1000 haters I’m one of them. If daylight savings time has 1 hater it’s me. If daylight savings time has 0 haters it means I have left this world. If the world is against daylight savings time I am with the world, if the world is for daylight savings time, I am against the world
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gingerspjce · 1 year
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i love that no matter the season, that man will always gravitate towards wearing a turtleneck for any occasion
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omgagiantrock · 5 months
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I'm gonna miss the "what sword?" memes
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lunarw0rks · 6 months
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"simon is emotionless" "ghost is cold" this that—
MF HE WAS CALLING HOSTAGES SWEETHEART IN THE COMICS
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lunarw0rks · 5 months
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i like how we collectively agree that soap is the type of friend that would fuck you if you asked. no argument, no negotiation necessary. he just will.
and you don’t even have to be a bestfriend; johnny is slutty like that.
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lunarw0rks · 5 months
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i don't care how cheesy it is
that "he's right behind me isn't he 😨" is the funniest fucking trope with ghost. i eat it up every time.
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lunarw0rks · 6 months
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Hiii so... I don't know how to say that but...
YOU'RE WRITING IS PERFECT, it makes me giggle and through my feet into the air!!! 😭💖
so can you please imagine ghost all whiny and needy for the reader, like what do you think about it😭😭😭
hmmm.. i don't necessarily picture whining but i can see how he'd be needy at times. especially since you two wouldn't have sex often; there are times were he's FERAL !!
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warning(s): (consensual) cockwarming/somnophilia?, thigh fucking, afab!reader
NEED | SIMON RILEY
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usually, when simon gets aroused in the middle of the night, he goes to the bathroom and takes care of it. but tonight was especially difficult to stifle.
his hand just wouldn't do. it wasn't enough. he needed you.
you two had been so busy the past few days, with little time for each other. he got home a few weeks ago, and that meant he had to play catch up on all his household duties. bullshit at the bank, fixing the leaky faucet in the kitchen — and all of his work-related paperwork piled in his study.
and you, having a life of your own, weren't always sewn to his hip. it worked well that way, preventing arguments about clinginess or unavailability. when he was there, you two were great. and that was satisfactory.
after simon's eyes opened, he rolled over and stared at you for a few moments, listening to your faint snores. you slumber on your side of the bed, curled into the fetal position. each night, you sleep on his chest, but somehow end up far from him by the end of it.
tonight it wouldn't fly; he needed your warmth.
scooting closer, he rested his chin on your shoulder, pushing your back plush against his toned chest. "lovie..." he whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to your earlobe.
his deep tone was audible enough to wake you, even when he spoke in a hushed tone. you twitched awake, feeling the embrace of his arms tight around you; tighter than normal. "what is it, Si?" you mumbled lazily, feeling your eyelids already drooping again.
simon grinds his hips subtly, hoping to send his message without words. but all he's done is coax you back to sleep — or the halfway between.
"need y', sweetheart," he muttered, waking you once again. you grumbled, about to tell him off until you felt the hardened bulge in his sweatpants. how it rubbed against your backside needily, suddenly reminding you of how long it'd been.
sleep called you — violently. you were still exhausted from the day you had, with little to no time to get properly excited. but, my god, was his voice a treat. desperate and pleading, for a change.
without breaking your relaxation, you reached down and lifted the hem of his baggy t-shirt, where you wore nothing underneath. lifting one of your legs slightly, you reached between and palmed him; hopefully that was enough of a message.
his breathing hitched slightly, peering down and seeing your bare rear in the moonlight. he snaked an arm down and peeled back his waistband, freeing the cock you had been trying to reposition. once the clothing barrier was gone, his need was evident.
the breeze of the AC blew against his sensitive length, making him shutter. so, he was right; warmth is what he craved, not necessarily full-on sex.
before you drifted off again, he leaned up against your ear, "this alright with y'?" he teased your cheek with his oozing tip.
once again, the deep octave sent a chill down your spine. with your remaining lucidity, you nodded your head and drawled a yes. you were too comfortable to mind, and it was downright erotic to imagine.
how he'd be lazily rocking into your thighs, maybe against your cunt — all while you remain at peace. the only downside would be missing his sweet grunts and groans when he's close. if you're lucky, perhaps the sounds of his release will intrude into your dream and make it sweeter tenfold.
as soon as he heard your acceptance, he gripped the girthy base of his cock, slipping between your thighs. then, he angles his hips, so that he was also grinding between your lower lips. the natural wetness and his pre-cum made for a messy endeavor, sure to have your sex coated by the time he's finished.
when simon begins grinding his hips, your sleepy body nuzzles him, instinctively pushing further against him. your thighs clench together, engulfing his cock in the warmth he craved and simulating how blissful it was to be inside you.
into your ear, he makes his pleasure known, delicately holding the flesh of your thighs in place.
"so good, lettin' me tease you like this, baby."
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lunarw0rks · 6 months
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SPICY CALL OF DUTY TWT LINKS! 18+
( turn y’all phones down before y’all get in trouble )
price.
https://x.com/46___suki/status/1706019900114784337?s=20
gaz.
https://x.com/BLOSGU/status/1701445730911596733?s=20
ghost.
https://x.com/BLOSGU/status/1701083443981963385?s=20 this is very fucking filthy.
könig.
https://x.com/BLOSGU/status/1701989917088178249?s=20 …jesus fucking christ.
BONUS! threesome w alejandro & valeria.
https://x.com/46___suki/status/1705346483858416110?s=20
a/n: you have to be logged into twitter for the links to work (if it says they don’t exist or whatever) also these are literal porn. do what anon said and lower ur volume!!
feel free to send more, fellow depraved ppl! <3
PRICE — definitely not thinking of him using his big arms to pin you in place or anything…….
he’s the type to pin u down with just his hips and how harshly they’re thrusting… any position; on top it’s his large hands controlling every move you make. and you literally can’t move. not that you want to
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GAZ — i picture him rarely being a headpusher/throat fucking. it’s preferable for kyle to watch you work, maybe guide you a bit as you give him a blowjob.
it’s like the vid; a supporting hand, praising you while he’s moving your hair out of the way, wiping tears, etc…
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GHOST — messy sex w/ simon >>
that tidiness about him; gone instantly. he doesn’t mind the stained sheets, or when he’s filled you so many times you’re seeping his cum. it just makes cleanup all the more fun. (a.k.a fingering every drop back into you)
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KÖNIG — as i said with price, but all the more extreme. unlike the captain, the colonel with use his whole body to pin you down. even if he’s being gentle the air is knocked out of you.
so rough; probably about 300lbs of man slamming into you? be prepared…
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VALERIA & ALEJANDRO — one of the few times valeria is ever “submissive” if it could even be called that. she rarely kneels for ale (or any man), and only does for you when she’s eating you out.
but when you’re being shared? passed around? no… you’re being owned by them. cum worship for both of them>> and alejandro forcing you to share it, take turns giving head to each other. and you, you’re not allowed to waste a drop.
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lunarw0rks · 7 months
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price does that thing where he puts his hand on the edge of a surface/wall while you bend down so that you don't hit your head when you come back up (っ> ‸ < ς)
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lunarw0rks · 2 months
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*groveling on the floor* nice simon
pleeaase anything w big sweet man simon 😭🩵
ugh… you know what's been on my mind lately?? neighbor!au with all my favorite men - but especially simon! here are some of my thots;
he's so... awkward and off-putting. in the sweetest way. like a stray dog that's only allowed to bite you. neighbor!simon, who's the perfect coresident. rarely home, and if he is, you don't even notice! except for those awkward elevator rides...
obviously, simon being the most vehement introvert, does his best to avoid him. but it's a shady apartment building. things happen; maintenance or rowdy visitors blocking the stairway. so sometimes it's easier to suffer thirty seconds of agonizing silence.
there was you. across the hall from the strange, intimidating man. it's difficult not to be frightened, especially when his way of communicating is through grim eye contact, or god forbid a deep sigh when you accidentally bump into him.
neighbor!simon is never upset with you, though. grumpy is merely his default :( for many reasons. but he always feels awful when you give him that anxious look or go out of your way to make space for him in the narrow hall.
it's not every day he meets someone like you, quiet and respectful of his boundaries. let alone live next to. so... he began to make peace his own way. taking advantage of him always being up at dawn; salting the pavement by your patio to ensure your safe commute to work. cleaning up the stack of mail that the courier tossed at your box, tucking it in neatly.
aaaand eventually moves on to more outgoing gestures. knocking on your door, two little taps with his knuckle. asking if you heard "that noise" outside, purely to make sure you were alright. partially his overthinking getting the better of him, also a cheeky move on his part to see your face.
finds a way to learn more about you, even when you're at your most bashful. typically, when he's caught you in your nightclothes, all pampered and ready for bed. next to him, you feel ridiculous, as if he's not wearing the most basic athleisure.
sometimes neighbor!simon will lean against the entrance of the building, watching cars and listening to the city noise. but he isn't out there for fun. in his mind he's waiting on someone; you. when he hears the creak of the rickety door opening, his posture becomes even straighter than usual.
"bloody cold out here, isn't it?" his gruff voice murmurs, breath visible with every word. months ago, the presence would've startled you. but you'd grown used to his very predictable, unpredictable routine of running into you.
you sigh out your words, rubbing your icy fingers together. no gloves, he notices, but doesn't acknowledge. "why aren't you inside, simon? place is pretty cozy if you look past the water damage."
simon scoffs, "i like the cold," he places his hands into his pockets and reaches for the door handle. "y' workin' today, love?" he inquires, despite noticing your work bag slung over your shoulder.
you mutter an unenthusiastic 'yes', exhaustion evident in your features. it's too damn early for you to be out and about, struggling to make ends meet.
he hums to himself as he walks away, waiting until your figure disappears before crossing the street. he's on his way to the nearest shop.
that evening, when you return to your flat with dragging feet, there's no sign of neighbor!simon. out front, out back, or in the hall. only sign of life is the flickering lamp peaking under the gap of his front door. frankly, you're too exhausted to think about it much.
you raise your key to the lock, stepping forward when it gives way. something blocks your foot, nearly sending you tumbling forward. you peer down at the quaint gift box, nearly embarrassed at the tumble it gave you. proves that your post-work tunnel vision is no joke.
curiously, you examine it. no fancy wrapping paper, plain cardboard. and in place of the ribbon is some decorative twine, halfway decently tied into the shape of a bow. with a gentle tug, you release it and take off the lid. the aroma of cardboard is stronger now, as well as a spritz of a very familiar cologne.
gloves; knitted and coordinated to match your winter jacket. you smile to yourself, taking one last look at simon's door behind you, just as he shuts off the lamp for the night, the spotty yellow glow ceasing.
waiting on you to get home safe, no matter how late. of course, there's a price tag on them. he's not that showy, or crafty. anything he'd try to knit would end up a crumpled slab of yarn.
stepping inside your flat, you set your things down on the counter and run your finger over the soft, thick material. you can already picture the relief these will be on your walk, no longer clocking in with stiff, frozen fingers. new winterwear was on your list for months, but you're notoriously bad at gifting yourself nice — basic — things. and apparently, it shows.
the hollow box rattles when you set it down, as do your keys. finally, you slip them on, thinking of all the days you passed your neighbor simon. never knowing how observant he could be, in the sweetest way.
and they're a perfect fit, of course.
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lunarw0rks · 5 months
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y'all wanna date price but you just know he'd wanna meet up at 5 am sharp 😭😭
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lunarw0rks · 7 months
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y’all NEED to watch this edit 😳😳
“just. sit. down.” IM FUCKING SAT. HELLO???
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lunarw0rks · 7 months
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who you think is the loudest one when they 🥜
LOUDEST TO QUIETEST;
graves — he's talkative and outspoken enough out of the bedroom, let alone in it. when he finishes, he can't stop himself from making noise. constant praise, constant mutterings. he only groans throughout, but once he's reached his climax; he moans. typically drawn out and low, paired with unintelligible praises for his partner.
price — unexpectedly loud. he doesn't look the type, but i feel like just can't. shut. up. price doesn't talk as much when he's finishing, not like graves, however, but his noises are noticeable. his grunts and deep breaths grow louder. audible heavy breaths, his brows furrowed in focus as he tries his best to maintain his rhythm to ride out his finish.
soap — talks his way through everything. he likes to think it's for his partner's enjoyment because it partially is, but it also aids him in encouraging the pleasure he's so deeply lost in. when he finally reaches his momentous finish— his mouth goes agape, but he's groaning audibly. loud, but not so much that the neighbors would be concerned.
könig — I don't picture könig outright moaning or whimpering, even when he's going to finish. it's short grunts and growls, low mutterings of praise/degrade into his partner's ear. but it's for him, to live whatever fantasy they've played out to get him to this point. as I mentioned in the other headcanons; he cums a lot, and for several seconds. it's the absence of moaning — instead, it's growly breaths and gasps with a clenched jaw.
alejandro — sometimes he's more vocal, other times he only groans a bit throughout the act. BUT when he's close, frankly, he's talking too much to let out many sounds of pleasure — which would be indistinct moans, anyhow. mainly to his partner, speaking in his native tongue, letting them know he's close, etc...
gaz — this one might be a bit disagreeable for some. but i feel like gaz makes little sound at all, aside from dialogue with whomever he's intimate with. kyle would be keener on talking through his pleasure, worshipping said partner, etc. even when he finishes, he's rather quiet. he sees no need for dramatics, even when he feels the intense rush of an orgasm. when he cums, he may gasp, then there's usually a devilish simper spread on his face, showing off his perfect teeth. if it's an intense session, he might moan a bit with each thrust/motion.
simon — an obvious choice for the bottom. though I think it would heavily depend on the mood of the evening; how vocal he is, also taking into account his partner's preferences. but in terms of moans/groans, noises in general; simon produces little. unless he's going at a wicked pace, where there'd be sharp grunts. but the majority of the time, his lips parted and mouth producing heavy breaths, maintaining as much eye contact as possible.
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