#Sweet Talks

[theeroticlover]

😊😘😊

[sweetnothingtm]

simon riley who’s obsessed with a camgirl.

simon riley who has his card memorized so he can endlessly tip you with little messages of praise.

good girl. what a good dirty whore. that’s it, smile for daddy. finished so soon? i won’t ask twice - again, princess. wish i could fuck those little plump lips. nasty little slut.

simon riley who’s your top viewer and spends thousands of dollars donating you gifts.

simon riley who jerks himself off to saved videos of you smiling sweetly as you dip your hand in between your thighs.

simon riley, who bought you special lingerie for Valentine’s Day just to see you cum over and over and over in the tight red lace.

simon riley - pussy whipped for a girl who’s never met him but who he’s destined to ruin with all his dirty little fantasies.

damn my bad I’ll stop…

[redz0nez9]

KEEP CRYING BABY UGHHHH

[sweetvinegar]

would anyone else play that “fuck, marry, kill” or “kiss, marry, kill” game when they were younger and just feel so… odd? it was so easy for everyone else to decide who they’d want to fuck, kiss, or marry, and meanwhile you’re just sitting there wanting to say none of them! no one at all! leave me be!

and then you get older and it finally clicks why.

[cyare-fi]

Shout out to me and the three other Midsomer Murders blogs for keeping the fandom alive. Let's Go guys keep up the good work 💪💪💪💪💪💪

[sweeethinny]

I know Harry and Ginny are probably a low profile couple, but I think at least one time of the year they would sell pictures of them to magazines so the paparazzi would stay away from them, especially when the kids are born. something like what happens with the queen and the British royal family

and so, at some point next week I will post a drawing of them from one of these photo shoots :)

[bambri-lovesicecream]

🍞🍨

[honeysweetbabyfrisk]

so i am far too trusting and got scammed out of over $3000 i definitely dont have to lose by @miss-lee-lee-fan/@leeleearts here on tumblr. they saw my donations post and offered aid, and then over text promised more if i helped them buy christmas presents for their "nephews", which they would send me the money for. and they did. and i thought everything was fine until this afternoon, when my bank's fraud department called to tell me none of the checks were real, they've locked my account, and i am going to be thousands of dollars in debt. so uh. dont trust them, block them if you do donations posts for yourself so they dont target you too, etc.

i dont know how much i'll be able to salvage, my bank wont tell me what i can dispute yet.

the one good side is that the real donations i had received are safe. as promised, i had sent them to my boyfriend right away

this isnt a donations post as my account is locked until further notice. however, if you want to help or you see the donations post going around, you can donate to my boyfriend instead. he's the one who pays our bills anyway. his paypal is https://paypal.me/tricksterexe

to be clear, any money sent to him would never come to me. i am not asking for his help with this because he has a lot to deal with. money sent to him would help with our rent and electric bills, as well as towards his small savings for us moving out (we finally got approved for better housing!)

[theeroticlover]

The Outcome....

[sweetnothingtm]

part ii of biker!simon, based off of this video! ☆

at first, you think dating biker!simon is a bad idea.

your neighbors hate him, a new complaint filed every time simon rolls up to your apartment in the middle of the night and revs the engine. he said something like he doesn’t like to be kept waiting, and how he likes seeing you flustered.

but biker!simon starts showing up everywhere, casually leaning against the bike with his arms crossed in front of him. you always greet him with a smile, planting a kiss on his helmet as he reaches for your waist. he would complain about getting pulled over for the third time, and you joke that seeing you must be getting expensive for him, huh?

but he shrugs, saying something about how he’d die a happy man if he kept getting to spoil a sweet thing like you rotten.

he takes you on long drives, weaving between lanes of traffic and letting you absently talk about anything that’s on your mind. and when he tells you that he couldn’t hear a bloody thing, you roll your eyes and say something like he just wants you to sit there and look pretty for him - but he’s got a smirk plastered across his face when he says yup, that’s what good girls like you are made for.

you have a habit to play with his belt when he rides, feigning innocence when he glances back to you with dark eyes. he asks do you really wanna get there on time? and you’re biting back the smile as he pulls to the nearest exit, tugging off the helmet to give you a wicked grin. he says something along the lines about needing to make a detour, and you’re going to be late, but that’s alright, yeah?

when you ask him teach you how to ride for the first time, you’re shyly planting kisses across his balaclava with a little smile on your face. his eyes are trained on your features, sharp and focused as you whisper gently in his ear with your arms wrapped around his neck.

biker!simon would plant his hands on your waist, grabbing at the skin and groaning to himself. he’d ask do you really wanna learn how to ride? - and you’d look at him with eager eyes, playing with the ends of his hair as you hummed a yes, please.

biker!simon would pull you firmly into his lap, biting and nipping at your neck as he whispered something about how - if you really wanna learn, you should practice on me first.

pretty soon you’re starting to wait for the sound of his engine, giddy with excitement whenever he runs a hand up your thigh and gently squeezes. you tell him that he can always stay the night, isn’t it too dark out to ride? you don’t want him to get pulled over again, right?

so he starts leaving his boots at the foot of your bed. biker!simon calls you when every time he gets another ticket, grumbling over the line about how he didn’t do anything stupid, just a bit of speeding - he didn’t want you to wait, and he’ll be there real soon, so don’t get too comfortable, okay? you joke that it’s just nice to have free rides, but he’s got his head tilted back as he laughs, saying that you’re just being coy - c’mon, admit that you kinda like having him around.

he bought you a helmet that matches his own, placing it snuggly on your head before your first drive. biker!simon would knock his helmet against yours, whispering sweet praises about how you look bloody good, sweetheart. talking about the fact that you’re just so brave, huh? what a good girl you are, guiding you onto the bike as he sits behind you.

and you’re so nervous, taking glances at him from behind your shoulder as he gently instructs you what to do. he’s got a hand on your waist that squeezes when he tries to get your attention. he’s telling you that you don’t need to worry about a thing, since he’s here to keep you safe, yeah?

he’d gently turning the engine over, letting the bike hum to life as you take in a breath and relax against his touch. one tap for slow, he’d say to you, patting your thigh gently, and two taps for speed up. you can do that, right sweetheart?

he whispers into your ear the whole ride, coaxing out that nervous energy until you’re running on pure adrenaline. biker!simon says something like you’re doing so good, huh? you take it like a natural - how come you’re acting so shy?

and afterwards you’re parked on the side of the road, wrapped up in his arms as he tugs you closer and hums in satisfaction. he asks you how it was, pulling up the visor to your helmet so you see two dark eyes lit up with affection. and you shrug your shoulder, saying something about how you’re not really sure what all the fuss is about, talking about the fact that now you can do it all by yourself. at that, he laughs and says see - it wasn’t so bad, huh sweetheart? but let’s save the riding for home, yeah?

dating simon couldn’t be all that bad, right?

[sweetvinegar]

one thing that I currently love about my online dnd group is that we’ve all turned to using emojis to describe how a character looks. it’s no longer “he uses puppy dog eyes” and is instead “he looks like this 🥺”. no more pressing mouths into a thin line or looking unamused, no, instead now we send a 😐 into chat. rather than saying someone arched an eyebrow, we just describe them as doing the rock eyebrow thing. we’ve simultaneously evolved and also share one braincell

[castelovladraculamick]

preciso respirar a sua existência Você não imagina e nem pensa, mas me alucina, me vicia me contagia

[cyare-fi]

People with invisible and mental disabilities are, and have always been, valid 🩷 I see you and I know you, and I love you. We're still disabled and we will always be here. An especially happy Disability Pride Month to us, and we will be seen.

[sweeethinny]

headcanon: Ginny didn't leave the Harpies happy. Just imagine: she at the height of her career, even though she was a mother of three, married, still managed to juggle the hours and was preparing for the World Cup, everyone was watching her, when Gwenog left as captain and took her place someone who just didn't like Ginny. Everyone knew that there was a lot of intrigue between the two, that even though Ginny was calm, she often lost her temper, and when she wasn't scheduled to play in the Cup (being the most expected name to be there) she simply left the Harpies, and then her fight with the new captain explodes in the tabloids. The woman says that she was a terrible person to deal with, that she was overbearing, and even sells the piece of memory where the two are fighting in the locker room where Ginny seems to accept that she won't be playing in the World Cup. So she spends a whole year at home, rarely seen, and everyone says that the Great Ginny Potter-Weasley is dead, that she has let fame go to her head, and that within the sporting world she will never find herself included again, until The Daily Prophet announces her hiring. And when all the journalists run after her the week before the opening of the biggest journalistic event, where they will take her on stage to talk about her hiring, Ginny just smiles for the cameras and says she is not afraid of what lies ahead, because she knows she would never need to sell her memory so cheaply to support a lie. And one by one the women who played with her start to come forward and expose the truth, and then, when Ginny finally takes the stage and after a whole year of hiding, not only does she look stunning but she says she looks more than excited to cover the World Cup, and will be keen to secure the best interviews with all captains. Something like Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift; and from the way she fell, she is reborn every time evidence is exposed in the media of the lawsuit she put the captain through, alleging moral abuse and the fact that she used a false memory to destroy Ginny's career.

[sweetygirl90]

@prrrrr666 Solo quería informar que si no he respondido esto es porque apenas hace poco decidí que quería re dibujar a los personajes en sus nuevas versiones (porque han tenido remodelaciones, no tanto en diseño, pero sí en concepto) y quiero contestarte con todos esos dibujos cuando los tenga.

Pero eso, dejo constancia de que leí el mensaje y planeo responder adecuadamente a su debido tiempo💕