#THIS IS WHAT I NEEDDDDDD

[miyamoratsumuu]

tumblr nagged at me that I reached thirty tags and I don't think I said this enough in the tags but thank you so so much for this ness u literal goddess 🤲🏻 my life's literally indebted to u at this point i love this i love this i love this

this would quite actually be my warm bowl of soup after a whole day of having a stuffy nose or the warm bedsheet and blanket that just came out of the dryer that I'll be using after a cold day out ☹️☹️

HIII NESS CONGRATULATIONS ON 1K!! YOU DESERVE IT SO SO MUCH LOVELY!! 🤲🏻🤍

and if I mayy, can I pls have 💕 + 💙 with iwa if that's alright? I have this picture in my head where iwa doesn't really like touching other's hands with his cause they're pretty calloused, but I just know he's the type to kiss his lover's knuckles so he makes an exception and AHHHH soft iwa always gets me

but anyway CONGRATS AGAINNN!! ILYSM AND TY IF U DECIDE TO DO THIS<3

knuckles & callouses. | iwaizumi h.

iwaizumi x f! reader

written in 2nd person

prompts from 1k followers event: 💕 -> childhood friends &💙 -> "i like the way your hand fits in mine"

"yeah i'll do everything / just let you know / all the reasons why / i'm never gonna let you go <3" from never gonna let you go by stevie dinner

word count: 1k words

notes: fluff!! this was cute to write because i have a lot of callouses on my hands from how frequently i climb ladders (catwalk monkey things </3). iwa’s definitely one of those guys who would've fallen victim to that “my hands look like this so her’s can look like this” trend years ago <3 thank you so much for requesting frans!!! i hope you enjoy this and your idea was ADORABLE

ALSO if you like this...you should totally check out @eggyrocks... who has a kuroo smau CALLED calloused hands which i thought about the entire time i was writing this AND THEY ALSO HAVE MANY MANY BANGER IWA FICS

"the conversation between your fingers and someone else's skin... this is the most important discussion you can ever have."

hajime always has a hand on you. whether it’s an arm around your waist or shoulder keeping you close, or a hand on your thigh when you’re sitting down. he likes to always be in contact with you in some way, making sure you’re still there. but despite that, no matter what, he never lets you hold his hand. whenever you reached for it, he always subtly moved it out of the way just in time. he’d casually lift it from his side where you were moving to hold it and play it off by brushing a stray piece of your hair back, giving you an innocent smile as if he doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing.

“haji,” you pout one day, fed up with his avoidant habit. “you can’t constantly remind me to put lotion on my hands to keep them from drying out and then not let me hold your hands because you think they’re rough.”

“what are you gonna do about it?” he smiles, amused by your complaint. as if just to make his point clear, he brings your hand to his lips, placing a light kiss on your knuckles. he’s always taking care of you, telling you he’s happy just loving on you and needs nothing else, but that’s not enough for you.

“this,” you retort, grabbing his hand between both of yours, kissing his own knuckles. he can act snarky towards you, you’ll just act the same way back.

out of habit, he tries to pull his hand out of your grip, but you won’t let him. “y/n–”

“no, haji,” you cut him off, looking him straight in the eyes, “i want to hold your hand. i want to love on you the same way you love on me, the way you have since we were kids. and we used to hold hands all the time back then, when your hands were still soft.”

he averts his eyes, and you see the way his jaw tightens at the mention of your shared childhood, “that’s why i don’t want you to touch them–”

“i’m not done yet,” you hush him, placing a finger to his lips, “i miss hold your hands, hajime. i don’t care if they’re rough or calloused or whatever you want to call them. as much as you and your manly little head like to believe that me touching your hands is the end of the world, it’s not. do you wanna know what i think about your calloused hands?”

he blinks for a second, as if he’s seriously considering if he wants to know. his teasing demeanor has completely given away to a nervous, embarrassed one as he mumbles out a small, “...what?”

“i think they’re beautiful just the way you are,” you say, giving him a smile as you turn his hand over in your own, running your thumbs along the hills of his knuckles before you kiss them again, the way he's kissed yours so many times. “i think they show how hard you’ve worked,” you say, holding up his right hand so that you can both see it. you point out the bump on the left side of his middle finger, “i like this callus. do you remember what you told me? you said you developed it when we wrote letters to each other while you were traveling for your internship. you were complaining so much, saying ‘i’ve never had to write this much in my life! blah blah blah, i have another callus…’ do you know what that meant to me? that you were writing so much to me that you developed a callus? i loved reading your long letters, i was so happy that you wrote so much—that you didn’t leave out any details even if it tired out your hand. as much as you may hate how it looks, i like it. it’s like i’m always with you now.” 

you kiss his hand and he presses his lips into a thin line. he’s trying to hold himself back from agreeing with you, but two can play that game. there's a reason you both have stuck around each other since you were kids. “i like the way your fingers are uneven from volleyball. they show how dedicated you were to it, that even when you tore a tendon in one of them, you kept playing because you were so bent on winning. i like the way your hand fits in mine, and the way that i can feel each and every single one of your calluses whenever i hold them. i like the stories behind each one.”

“...you’re a sappy work of art, you know that?” he says after a short pause, because he doesn’t know what else to say.

“oh whatever,” you roll your eyes, intertwining your hand with his. and he lets you. “i can see your cheeks are red. did i get through to you?”

“maybe,” he mumbles, looking away.

“does this mean i get to hold your hands more often?” you tease with a smile, squeezing his hand. he squeezes it back three times, giving you a silent ‘i love you.’ 

“i guess,” he shrugs, slightly pursing his lips, “but don’t complain if they get sweaty, or rougher in the winter.”

“i wouldn’t dream of it,” you laugh, lowering your intertwined hands so you can step closer, standing on the tips of your toes to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “and now you can’t complain if i won’t let go of your hands. you’ve given me permission to hold them and i have lost time to make up for, mr. macho man with the calloused hands.”

he gives you an exasperated sigh, telling you that you've won. you give him a smug smile as he lifts up your hand to kiss the top of it, “as long as your pretty hands stay the way they are, that’s all that really matters. i’ll keep working hard. and if you truly feel that way about my hands, you can do whatever you want with them. i'm all yours.”

[wexhappyxfew]

what was that by lorde got me like

[boredclarinet]

My favorite thing in the morning is when my cat tries repeatedly to stab me while being very vague about what he wants

[puppy-darling]

Also talking about the sex after/during is not only hot as hell but suchhh a good way to let someone know what they did well so they can do it more!!! I love talking about sex!!! I love to give people praise ofc and that's certainly related but I suspect there may be a connection between me gushing about how XYZ was sooo hot and someone doing XYZ to me more!!!

[elysianightsss]

No because girl you NEEDDDDDD to elaborate on this -> Soulmate AU. Poly!141 x neurodivergent!reader <- I will die happily

Elaboratingggggggg🤭🫠

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You didn’t think that you’d get this far in life, many reasons spring to mind but the main one is you’re a little different than most people. You can’t cope with certain things and struggle with change. You remember growing up your family would brush off your ‘issues’ and say to just deal with it. How little they understood you.

Moving out was the best decision you ever made, the only change you have ever been happy about. It was necessary and would make your life so much easier on a level only you could understand. You could set up your space the way you like it, the way you need it. And with just you, no one would mess with your stuff just to see you loose it as it was ‘funny’ or move things to suit them better.

This way, you could live in peace.

Task force 141 had just finished a successful mission, camping out in one of the many secret safe houses as they waited for further instructions when they had sent Johnny to the shop for supplies. That’s where he saw you, in a Sainsbury’s supermarket of all places, headphones tight over your ears to block out the world while you tried to decide if the extra two, ninety-nine was worth it or not for the soothing lavender face mask you wanted.

Johnny was quick to subtly snap a picture of you and even go as far as to follow you home before bolting it back to the guys to tell them he’d finally found you. Their last soulmate.

As soon as Johnny showed them the image of you, that was it for them. They had to have you. A burning need coursing through their veins, pumping around their bodies. Nothing would ever be enough until they had you in their arms.

But as said and as they observed themselves, you don’t cope with change.

So they had to situate themselves into your life slowly, one by one.

Johnny and Simon moved in next door to you, and lived there for seven months slowly getting to know you and obviously spying on you. They gradually began to understand you and your cute quirks. They know that you eat the same thing for dinner every night, you use the same plate or bowl and wash it straight after use to make sure it is ready for next time.

You have one set of cutlery, one glass and one mug. Two pillows though you only sleep on one and use the other to hug to sleep. And to top it all off you have one recliner chair and one massive beanbag chair that makes you feel like you’re being hugged tight each time you sit on it. It gives you the deep pressure therapy you desperately need at times.

The guys found your habits strange at first but the more time they spent with you, the more they began to understand you. Understand your need for order, for repetition. And they had experienced first hand what happens when change was forced into your safe space.

Johnny had the bright idea to gift you a set of cutlery a few weeks ago so when he and Simon came round for dinner as they did every Thursday for the past four months, they didn’t have to bring cutlery and plates from their own place, it would already be there.

Simon said it was a bad idea but he couldn’t say no to Johnny, not with how happy he looked while he picked out some pretty baby blue plates and silver cutlery with little mushrooms painted at the end. He boasted to Simon about how much you’d love them while they stood in the queue to pay.

He was wrong.

After dinner was cooked you plated up the food no problem thinking the pretty plates were from their house. Then you opened the kitchen drawer only to hear the clutter and smash of cutlery rubbing together. The sound made a ringing pierce your ears, your hands reaching up to cover them. It was like nails on a chalkboard to you. The sound you heard making you panic beyond measure, your breathing out of control as you slid to your knees.

Johnny’s smile dropped and he sprung into action using the deep pressure therapy you had told him about with your beanbag chair. Simon was quick to removed the extra plates and cutlery from where Johnny had put them and take them back to their place before returning ready to help. He knew he’d need to call John and let him know you had had an episode, but helping you came first.

So you liked constant repetition. If it made you happy, that was absolutely fine with them.

Kyle got himself hired as a barista at your favourite cafe, he learned your usual and practiced at home to make sure every morning when you stopped by on the way to work to drink your coffee and sit with your laptop for twenty minutes, you’d have the perfect drink. He made absolutely sure that it tasted the same every single time. No change.

After a couple of months of smiles and waves here and there he finally got you to open up. Baby steps. A little at a time and now Kyle was taking his twenty minute break at your table while you typed up something for work. You always worked so hard. But he managed to get a few sentences out of you each time and it made his heart sing.

And last but not least, John became your new boss after your last one mysteriously got caught for money laundering. Mr Price was an amazing boss, he didn’t ask for much and was always giving you big opportunities that you’d only ever dreamed of. You had been promoted twice since he became the CEO.

You were now executive editor under him as the chief editor at one of the best publishers in the country. Pirons Classics, number two in the UK and number four in the World. To say the guys were proud that you worked there in the first place was an understatement. Their smart girl.

He called you sweet nicknames and brought you lunch everyday. The same thing, a pesto and cheese sandwich and a snack of your choosing from the vending machines. You don’t remember when it started but you were always too shy to say anything so it became a regular thing.

If you were to sit and think real hard about the situation you would realise how changes had been introduced into your life ever since the four of them appeared. But they were subtle changes and you genuinely couldn’t remember a time when these changes weren’t normal. On top of that, these four men were the only people besides yourself, that you felt comfortable, relaxed and content around.

So for the first time you don’t sit and think, for the first time you just let it happen and you don’t notice the difference.

Johnny and Simon were more involved with you than the other two. They were the closest to you currently with the status of your best friends which Johnny most certainly bragged to the other two about. You had known them for almost a year now and they didn’t exactly hide their romantic relationship but didn’t exactly flaunt it either.

You had found it kinda hot when you saw them kiss and even though it was unusual for you, you luckily managed to keep your mouth shut about it.

You had no idea they had noticed.

[berrymeter]

mind u i have to be up in like 5 hours so im a little fucked bc i need 8 hours of sleep to function proper but like its fine. (no)

[suk3suki]

Honestly idk if I'm crazy but I needddddd other opinions bc no one ik is as messed up as me so they wouldn't understand

BUTTT

is anyone else weirdly attracted to sch00L sh00t!ngs/ m@ss sh00t!ngs in general? Like looking at the g^n$, seeing what they do, the fact that they can k!ll is sooooo hot, I am so attracted to the idea of doing one its like org@sm!c to me

It's a weird type thing idk PLEASE TELL ME IM NOT ALONE

Like not on some I wanna be angsty shit it's just true

[eddiesgmcsierra1500denali]

i’m sooooo curious about what’s going to happen with buck’s freak ass. because the thing is that i actually don’t know how much he’s going to internalize the specifics of what tommy said to him. there’s a lot of emphasis for us on the first/last thing but the actual point of why tommy dumped buck is because buck HIMSELF was clearly preparing to attach his whole identity and self to the “transformative” experience tommy was able to “give” him because of his difficult troubled pre-glee past. like buck was being objectively fucking bonkers!!! he WAS acting like someone who hadn’t figured anything out about his actual wants!! it’s delicious because buck did, in this particular relationship, need tommy to tell him how he was feeling, but the fact that tommy was willing to do that (again) in itself indicates that they were never right for each other. i just needddddd to know what buck does with this that leads him to actually self-reflecting… and i need to know what buck does with this that leads him to eddie… and i need to know how he will react to his eddielization… buck you crazygirl…

[tonixe]

so I needddddd a randy meeks x reader where Randy records reader when they fuck and billy or stu is at his house and finds the tapes the rest is up to you pls and thank you—🧸🫧

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n.o.t.e.s - There should be more randy fics tbh. Lowkey, thank you for requesting this. 💗 Im fully going to open requests next week <3

w.a.r.n - unprotected sex, penetration, p in the v, sex tape, dub-con, oral sex (m receiving), Randy is a virgin.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Randy Meeks x fem!reader

w.c. - 1.3k

"Randy~" you whined, laying down on his bed wearing nothing but his oversized shirt and your f/c panties. You tilted your head to the side as he approached you.

"What?" he muttered under his breath, going back to searching for a movie to watch in his drawer. "Im bored" You turned our body to him and slightly got up from his bed.

He made a victory noise as he grabbed ahold of two horror movies in his hand, shaking them to you. "Hellraiser or Carrie," he smiled before opening the DVD player.

"What about..Body double?" you said, holding it up.

"That's basically porn in a movie," Randy said, turning to you. "I know, I just want to watch something that eventful, you know." you pointed at him. Randy cocked his eyebrows at you.

"What about..Sleepaway camp?"

"Let's do something better" You got up from the bed, slowly massaging his shoulder, kissing his neck, and pressing your bare chest on his back.

"Instead of watching it, let's record it," you whispered to his ear before you lowered your hands toward his crotch.

"What are you doing, Y/N" he steps and turns around to look at you, "just being entertain, besides what the harm I'm in that" you cocked your head at him, teasing him.

"I have to stay a virgin, people who have sex always die in the end" Randy exclaimed at you, "really, but what if" you walked up near him, lifting your shirt and throwing it on the floor, "Nobody has to know, we can record our little horror movie, while you fuc my guts" you whispered to him.

His face turning brightly red, before accident looking at your cheat, before he look away covering his eyes.

"What the hell, Y/N" he yelled,

"Come on, Randy your acting like you never seen me naked before" you sighed, "besides you can't be a virgin forever, ran~" you whispered, slowly kissing his neck and gently biting his ear.

You glanced down at his pant, seeing that your attempts were working, "your hard" you said, gently taking his face.

His face is still red, "Come on, babe" you said, looking at him while battering your eyelashes. Randy didn't think of losing his virginity he would lose it to you, he muttered a yes under his breath.

"You'll never forget this, I promise" You backed away from him, you took out a tripod, setting up near his bed randy to his surprise.

"You brought a fucking tripod, Y/N" he exclaimed, biting his lip.

"I was hoping you would say yes, just something to keep if I'm not here" You winked at him, before hitting record on it.

"Lay down" you ordered Randy before you got down on your knee before him, looking up at him, "You ready" you smiled at him.

"S-sure" he muttered out.

The sound of you unzipping his pants made randy sweat, before you threw his pant to the side, taking off his boxers, revealing his hard dick, with a red tip.

"God, Randy I didn't know you were hiring this from me" before you took your hand to pump it.

"F-fuck" he stutters out, he argued his back, hiding his face from you. "Don't be shy, ran~" you teased before taking his length laying the tip. On your tongue, licking it.

Sinful noises came out from Randy's mouth, before you took his fick into your mouth, you lifted your attention to randy red face.

"Damn it, Y/N" he moaned out.

You pushed your mouth further down his length,. gagging on it a little before going down and back. Before you felt randy's hand forcing your head down on hiss pelvis, gagging you. Tears pricking up on your lashes, before looking at randy.

He face fucked you before he spilled his cum down your throat. You took his dick to open your mouth, wiping your saliva off your face, "Damn, Randy I never knew you could do that" you said, giving him a little smile, before discarding your panties. "Sorry" he responded, before you got on top of him.

"It's okay, I love this side of you" before you lifted his shirt, surprisingly showing his tamed muscles. "Ready" you whispered, giving a little glance to the still-recording camera, you blinked your long lashes at him.

You held his shoulder before lowering yourself to his length, the sharp pain. You heard a moan from randy, as he gently gripped your waist. As you got adjusted to his large size.

"Fuck Randy, your huge" you whispered, already feeling full.

"F-fuck" Randy stuttered out, looking at you his eyes filled with lust, "just move...please" Randy begged out, gripping your waist desperately.

You rolled your hips, lifting yourself and pressing yourself down slowly, his size ripping you apart. Biting your lip in pain.

Randy gripped on your waist digging into your waist, he groaned. "S-shit" you slowly ride him, you pelvis pressing into him

He threw in head back, groaning. Before he gripped your waist forcing you down, in a reckless pace.

You moaned out loud, your breast bouncing to the thrusting of his cock into you. You back arch, as closing your eyes.

You wall spasming around his cock, your tongue lolling out, with pleasure. His pelvis slammed into yours.

"F-fuck, Randy I-im close" you moaned,

"M-me too!" he groaned, before his pelvis slammed into yours, your boobs bouncing to the pace.

Before moaning out, wetting his cock. Randy slammed his waist into you one last time, "W-wait Randy-" you got cut off by him spilled himself into you, your cunt milking his cock.

You body trembles before getting off of Randy, falling onto him, trying to catch your breath, his did still inside you.

The camera still recording.

"Holy shit" Randy muttered, he turned his head toward you, "That was the best sex I ever had"

"It the only sex you ever had" you muttered before Randy got on top of you. "That was better than any movie" he exclaimed happily, his hand near your head, as he was on top you.

"I fucking love you, Y/N," he said; you gently grabbed his hand and caressed it, "I love you too, Randy," you whispered with a smile.

You towards the camera, "Randy," you rubbed his shoulders, "Let's call it the virgin night" you gave him a sinful smile, Randy looked at you with a smile before leading you into a make-out.

"Damn, Randy, how many movies do you even have" Stu yelled, turning his head toward Randy, Billy sitting over on the couch, laying his feet on the coffee table.

"There are never enough movies," Randy grabbed DVD from Stu, "Besides, it's the shining; it's a fucking classic," Randy exclaimed before placing it on the coffee table.

"If you say so dude" Stu responded, before Stu looked for a movie to watch, searching through Randy's movie collection. "What's this" Stu picked up, which caught Billy's attention, "The virgin night, never seen this before" Stu took out, the DVD.

"Probably wasn't released yet, Randy does work at the video store" Billy took his leg off the coffee table, as Stu sat down examing it, "Sounds like a porn movie" Billy muttered, looking at the DVD.

"Wanna watch it?" Stu asked.

"Sure,," Billy shrugged before Stu placed it into the DVD player, grabbing the remote, turning it on.

Not before long, they saw you naked laying there, before billy interrupted "Isn't that Y/N" he said in disbelief.

"No fucking way, that nerd actually did that" Stu looked at the screen, before Randy walked into the living room with a bowl of popcorn, "Did you guys found a movie?" Randy asked

"Yea" Stu answered still looking at the screen.

"What is it?" before Randy sat down, with the bowl of popcorn.

"Your sex tape" Stu and Billy nonchantly responded.

"What.."

[antinousletmehit]

What if

You know?

I take him instead

AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NEEDDDDDD THATTTTTTRRRTTR

[peachdues]

Hi Peachhhhh!

FIRST OF ALL i LOVE your work and everytime I see your posts i always get excited. especially when it's abt twatm or compass, they have my heart. you put sm thought and dedication into them ❤️ and it's truely just amazing and so inspiring.

BUT GIRL I NEEDDDDDD a little post about what the hashira think about setsuna ishikuro and what she thinks about each of them. not with thr official kyn background that the other ones have, ik you're busyyyy. just a short post. it'll be so cute to see what sanemi thinks of his little tsuguko !

thanks again girly for all your work. coming home from a day of work and seeing your post, whether it's your actual work or just replying to people's comments, honestly puts a smile on my face.

Omg bestie hi!! This ask is so dangerous because it sent me down a HOLE!!

Read below the cut for Setsuna’s opinion of the other Hashira/their opinion of her! Enjoy!

HOW ISHIKURO SETSUNA VIEWS THE OTHER PILLARS

The Sound Pillar— smug face that would make good target practice for a fist. Still hasn’t learned to keep his mouth shut. Decent fighter. (Still on her shit list).

The Stone Pillar: I don’t know him that well, but I respect him and his strength.

The Insect Pillar: we’ve gotten closer since I became a Hashira, and I’m glad for it. She’s shrewd and insightful in many ways, but she can be a little aloof when it comes to matters of the heart. Hardworking and exceedingly clever. Stronger than she looks.

The Wind Pillar: I respect him now just as much as I did when he was my master. Our breathing styles just didn’t mix well, but that wasn’t his fault. He was a good teacher, and he was able to handle my rage better than anyone. I trust him the most. …. I feel flustered when he looks at me.

The Love Pillar: I adore her. A little over-indulgent as a teacher and we probably deserved to get in more trouble than we did, but she’s the very best among friends. She used her experiences developing love breathing to help me get control over Lunar Breathing. Her command over her sword is something to admire.

The Water Pillar: who?

The Flame Pillar: good natured and encouraging. I see where Mitsuri gets it from. Very honorable. He’s a man I would trust the most, after the Wind Pillar.

The Serpent Pillar: he keeps his distance but I believe it’s out of respect, and I’m grateful for it. He frequented the Love Pillar’s estate for meals quite often while I was there.

HOW THE OTHER HASHIRA VIEW ISHIKURO SETSUNA

The Sound Pillar: Flamboyant when she fights. Sharp-tongued. Looks like Shinazugawa when she scowls. I still stand by my earlier comment, though I won’t say it out loud anymore.

The Stone Pillar: remarkably more at ease than when she first joined the Corps. Her outward confidence tends to mask her shy and gentle heart. She returns the Wind Pillar’s strong feelings.

The Insect Pillar: she is still haunted by her past, but she smiles more easily now. I enjoy her company. She’s become a good friend.

The Wind Pillar: she’s grown into her role as the Lunar Hashira very well. We spar often. I look forward to our meetings. Still as stubborn as she was as a tsuguko, but her rebellious streak seems to have flamed out. I think time with the Love Pillar was good for her. Strong and capable, but I still worry for her. …. she looks good.

The Love Pillar: my dearest friend! The best tsuguko a girl could ask for! She was a fast learner and a total softie once her shell cracked! As beautiful as the moon, and I admire her deeply!

The Water Pillar: i haven’t talked to her much. She once forgot we’d already been introduced.

The Flame Pillar: a worthy heir to the lunar breath clan! Powerful with her techniques and her weapon is magnificent!

The Serpent Pillar: I tend to stay away because of what the Wind Pillar said, but she’s quite strong and seems to have progressed well under the Love Pillar. She has my respect.

BONUS!

The Stone Pillar on the Wind Pillar, Sanemi Shinazugawa: He possesses a strong will and is honest at heart. He’s a bashful person. He is in love with the Lunar Pillar.

Thank you so much for your kind ask!! I enjoyed this so much omg

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ari u need to see this kenny merch,,,,,,

niku love it is not a want but a NEEDDDDDD TAT ….. thank u thank u my eyes have been blessed THE COOLEST SCARS EVER ON EARTH!!!!!!!…. what if i cosplay kenny for halloween this year . what if

(looking disrespectfully at the male model btw i know they did that on purpose……. THE BANGS ……..)

[quietwingsinthesky]

y'know i'm still thinking about vampire rose from all those months ago and i needddddd to draw her with reflective cats eyes mimicking the time vortex for bad wolf. i need it to exist so so bad. but i have so many things to do and draw tell me how bad you want me to shove this higher up the list

uhm. i think you draw what makes you happiest and eventually vampire!rose gets made if vampire!rose gets made. the time will pass anyway and all that lol.

[grossillygirl]

Id love to be with you right now, groping and fondling those tits while you sit on my lap, my cock is poking your butt. Id playfully slip a finger in your panties while giving you neck kisses and praising what a beautiful little fuckdoll you are. Each time you answer a dirty ask the sluttiest way my hand will rub you faster to reward you for being such a good porn slut foot older tumblr men… but no cumming ofc, only i get to cum and paint your pretty lips white, getting you only more desperate to feel it in, all the way in and pumping directly in your needy holes

This is probably the hottest thing ever. I hate edging myself cus i get overly frustrated and impatient but someone else edging me😫 omgg its so HOT I NEEDDDDDD AND LASO CUMMING OB MY LIPS UGVHHHVB

[sampilled]

Literally needddddd to listen to the true crime podcasts in the spn universe

I need to know how many crimes they have been linked to and what people think about them