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groovyangelkisses · 5 months ago
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sittin' on johnny's lap, chest to chest & kissin his cheeks & scratchin the short, graying sides of his hair while he smokes and chides "c'mon honey, c'mon, ease up for a minute before i blow my load in fronta the whole club" and you just pout back at him, your arms loosening around his neck & ready to pull back but he bounces his thigh, sighs and puts his big, strong hand on the small of your back to pull you back in "alright, alright baby g'head c'mon gimme some lovin, sweetest lovin' around, 'm a lucky, lucky ole man, huh? i won't forget it, promise. be good to me? kay?"
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bokster1 · 4 months ago
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Trying Some 3D art with Soap! ✨🫧
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semperamans · 5 months ago
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you have a crush on johnny :(
and, really, who wouldn't? he's so nice to you :( always places a proprietary hand on your back and leads you through the bar and to your friends and their guys :( you have a crush on johnny and he knows because you can't hide anything - your cute wanton gaze gives it away - and he also knows he shouldn't toy with you but my god is it fun. johnny loves the way you flush under his gaze and bite your lip and flutter your lashes and squeeze your thighs together beneath the sticky tabletops and do everything to get closer closer closer to him :( johnny knows he's a bad man, his ticket to hell was punched long before you came around, so he gives in just a little. he makes an effort to brush the tips of his fingers against yours when passing a bottle, always sprays an extra spritz of that cologne you told him you like when he hears you're comin' to the bar, and insists on giving you a ride home on the back of his bike just to make sure you get there safe because "nothin' s’ever gonna happen to you s'long as you got me, sweets." and :( yeah :( he's married but betty just doesn't care - not like you do - you look at him like he's all mighty and powerful with those sweet eyes and pert mouth breathlessly parted and you're so precious he wants to take a bite but no, he knows he can't - but surely a nibble won't hurt, right?
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sorryiliketoscreenshot · 4 months ago
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jennifersbodiesbodiesbodies · 4 months ago
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wrathbit · 3 months ago
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❛❛ can you just ❜❜ he waves a hand, slightly aimless in its gesturing. if he adds a bit of the ol' puppy dog eyes, well, that'll be @untodeath's fault for falling for it again. ❛❛ dial up the heat a bit ? these hot dogs are taking forever to roast. ❜❜
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rottingbunnyheart · 6 months ago
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Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, I just wanna be your girl. I do. I do. I do.
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bowsersforeskin · 1 year ago
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I exited my body and it got up off the carpet And it kept on telling lies until they got me out the door
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genderplugin · 1 year ago
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when i was 11 years old, i just wanted to be pretty
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tiktoks-for-tired-tots · 28 days ago
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morgue-bunny · 5 months ago
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Omfg
having the 'older experienced man talks you through what he's doing as he touches you' brainrot, alas
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traumatizedbyeggsandwich · 22 days ago
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Every photo of Johnny Cash and Bob Dylan together looks like a a respectable mafia boss father named Giovanni and his weird son who bites sometimes
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selenevassos · 8 months ago
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john wick holding shadow the hedgehog like mary holding baby jesus
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fuhosh-i · 5 months ago
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“Where’s the pathetic element?” Exactly Tom Hardy. Exactly.
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flexscene · 1 month ago
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テストステロン (Testosterone) ONA Collection OC-273
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thestuffedalligator · 7 months ago
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It is November of 1893. You have just killed a vampire. Exhausted and worn, you close your eyes and rest.
You wake up. It is May of 1893. You are on a train en route to Transylvania. Your diary says you have had queer dreams lately.
You try to believe it.
(An old woman puts a rosary in your hands. You accept it without question.)
You are a guest in a castle you have never been in before (you recognize every hallway and know without trying that every door is locked). Your host is a man you have never met before (you killed him you killed him you killed him he had turned to dust and there was blood on the snow).
One morning you cut yourself while shaving.
There is nobody behind you in the pocket mirror’s reflection.
You turn fast, and the razor is like a Kukri knife in your hand.
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