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[etherealskys]

Will you be willing to do a web weaving about online friendship?

I've done one on online love which was inspired by my online friendships <3

[theharrowing]

i woke up to so many notifications of you being present and online it's so nice to see you on my feed. our time zones don't currently match but i love to see when you're posting and when you seem happy! take care of yourself mommy dearest! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

ANONNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 💖💞💐💕😍💘💜

you're so sweet!!! thank you so much!!! i hope you have a wonderful night/day whenever you see this!!! 💜💘💐😍💖💞🥰 my semester ends SOON so i should be around more and i hope our paths cross!!!

[hoe4hotchner]

Hey can you do more of Aaron x non bau rich fem!reader. Like maybe with jack

ANON!!!! I’m just out here living my rich stepmom life now, okay? Jack is so cute!!!! I swear I’m weak for domestic Hotch | WC: 423

Inside the living room, you sat on the floor, surrounded by colorful art supplies, while Jack busily worked on his latest school project. The grand space, often reserved for elegant soirées and refined gatherings, had been transformed into a cozy art studio for the day, with large sheets of paper spread out, and markers and paint scattered everywhere.

Jack, his little face scrunched in concentration, held up his creation for you to see. “What do you think?” he asked eagerly, showing off a drawing of what appeared to be a dragon, flying over a castle that looked suspiciously like your home.

You smiled warmly, leaning closer to inspect the details. “It’s perfect, Jack! I love how fierce the dragon looks. You’re getting really good at this. I'm sure your teacher will be impressed with your skills and give you a gold star for the fairy tale topic!” you praised, reaching out to ruffle his hair affectionately.

Jack beamed at your words. “I think Dad’s going to like it, too,” he said, glancing toward the doorway where Hotch had been watching the two of you quietly, his expression soft.

Aaron’s voice cut through the gentle ambiance. “I’m sure I will,” he said, walking into the room and joining you on the floor. His suit jacket was off, and his tie loosened for the first time all day, but he looked relaxed.

“Dad, look! I made the dragon like the one from the book you read to me last night,” Jack explained, already diving into another story about his creation.

You exchanged a fond look with Aaron, who smiled at the scene. This — these simple moments — they were everything to him. “I think we have a true artist on our hands,” Aaron said, his hand gently resting on your shoulder as he sat down beside you, his eyes were full of affection for the both of you.

You grinned, pulling Jack into a little side hug. “I’d say so. I think we'll need more wall space for all of his masterpieces though,” you teased, already scouting which painting you'd have to take down. It made Jack giggle.

Aaron chuckled softly too, his arm slipping around your waist as he looked between the two people he cared for most. It wasn’t the opulence of the mansion or the high-profile life that mattered to him — it was the warmth of the family you had created, the quiet joy of being together, and the love that effortlessly filled the room every time you were together.

[eternelle-chenille]

Envoyées en août 2024 🩹

[islandofthedollz]

PLEASEEE do more priest jimmy 🙏 i will give my life and soul for this

❤︎ Forgive me father for I have sinned ❤︎

⁠❥TW: power imbalance, corporal discipline and the corruption of religous traditions in a historical context

⁠❥Ask and you shall receive!!!

“Father?' You clear your throat. Father... May I speak with you?” The quiet, slightly muffled voice behind the heavy oak door followed a timid knock, almost as though you did not want to be heard. As though this would give you absolution to walk away.

Unseen, Jimmy smiled, delighted, before raising his voice. “Enter, my child.”

The door slowly opened, just enough to admit you. When you entered you were so nervous, you felt you were visibly shrinking making you seem even more vulnerable. However, while innocent, at [AGE] years old, you were no child.

“Well, come in, my dear, and tell me what is on your mind.”

Slowly and reluctantly you fully entered the room and came to sit where Father Jimmy directed, on one of the two large, leather wingback chairs facing the fire. The ghost of a smile graced his lips. Perched you on the very edge of the seat, you were in real danger of sliding to the floor. You clasp your hands tightly in your lap it would have been better holding the polished armrests, Jimmy thought wryly.

Taking the other seat, he leaned back, spreading his thighs. You try to avoid eye contact trying to look everywhere but at him, you appeared to be gathering your thoughts. Jimmy was in no hurry. There was nothing like anticipation to make the treat that much sweeter.

After a few minutes of silence, marked only by the crackling and occasional pops from the fire, a falling log broke the spell, and you finally made eye contact. Jimmy raised one intimidating brow.

You began. “Forgive me, Father,” an intriguing start, he thought, “for disturbing you so late, but I could not sleep, and I...” you hesitated again, looking down at your lap as your hands were wrung the blood from your knuckles.

“Continue,” Father Jimmy instructed.

“I..” you took another deep breath, your voice came out in a rush, “have been having impure thoughts.” You look at with wide eyes, “Please, Father, help me.”

And there it was. While he couldn't say he was surprised his sermons were almost wholly focussed on the sins of the flesh and the need to stay pure inorder to avoid the licking flames of Hellfire he had wondered how long it would take before the graphic images of devils tempting the flesh of innocent maids would take root in the mind of his young ward.

Jimmy’s looks at you sternly, he asked, “And what form do these impure thoughts take, child? Perhaps you wish to laze in bed instead of doing your chores or have had unkind thoughts towards the other girls in the parish? Perchance, you are coveting their pretty dresses and ribbons?”

You shake your head vigorously, you seemed relieved to be able to disabuse him of these thoughts. “Oh, no, Father, nothing like that.”

“Not Sloth, Wrath or Envy, you say? I know you are generally a good, obedient girl. What could possibly be keeping you from your rest?” Jimmy suppressed a smirk as she looked even more uncomfortable, and a flush worked its way from her cheeks down her long, neck to disappear beneath her dress. “What sin do you have to confess to me at this late hour?”

Another rustle as your hands fidgeted with your skirt. You took another deep breath, held, then said slowly. “Lust, Father.”

Almost too low to hear, the confession came out on a strangled half sob that made him swell in anticipation. He was tempted to make you repeat yourself, insist you proclaim your shame in a loud, clear voice, butJimmy wanted to reward you bravery with a modicum of kindness.

“So, you have been entertaining lustful thoughts, my child, and your first impulse was to come to me for help? Such a good girl to understand that this is a serious matter that needs to be nipped in the bud before it is allowed to grow wild and untamed. You have done the right thing, and I am proud of you.” He gave you a small smile, which saw some of the colour returning to your cheeks and you smiled at him back.

“However,” she flinch at the harsh change in his tone, his smile disappearing as quickly as it had arrived, “as you are aware, a sin of this magnitude cannot go unpunished.”

You really were just perfect. Acquiring you from your impoverish father, who was often in his cups and all too ready to hand you off to someone of his standing in the community, was the best decision he'd ever made. You’d been with him less than a year, but you had been so grateful for his charity and attention after a lifetime of neglect that he truly felt you’d come to love him.

You’d quickly accepted Jimmy’s strict rules, seeming to thrive on the structure he was only too happy to offer you, and you had even willingly submitted to his occasional physical punishments weathers it’s a spanking with his hand or her hairbrush when you made a small mistake. Jimmy had impressed upon you that these stinging chastisements were for your own good, to ensure you grew up pure of mind and spirit, to become the best young woman you could be. He believed that you welcomed them as a sign of his love because he took the time to discipline you in such a way when your own father had not.

After each punishment, he gave you a long, warm hug, stroking your back and hot, red bottom until your tears subsided before drying your eyes and giving you a sweet kiss on your flushed cheeks and forehead.

On this occasion, after waiting so long for you to begin your sexual awakening, the punishment and comfort would be so much more profound.

“Look at me, child.”He waited until your eyes met his and held your gaze with his unforgiving stare. “ Now tell me exactly what manner these impure thoughts have taken. Have you entertained wicked scenarios in your mind, or have you gone further and let your wicked fingers wander where they shouldn't?”

With your fingers writhing in your lap your thighs squeezed together, you were almost enacting your sins of the flesh as you haltingly confessed her guilt.

You took a deep breath “I touched... my... under the covers. I'm so sorry, Father. I tried to stop, but... I kept being drawn back.”

There followed a long silence that Jimmy chose not to break until you finally looked at him from beneath damp lashes, white teeth sunk deeply into her plush lower lip. You already looked so penitent that it seemed almost cruel to punish you further, but he truly felt that this was for the best. For both of them.

“I cannot say that I am not disappointed in your shameful behaviour, but before punishment is meted out, I believe I shall have to establish the extent of your sin.” Wide-eyed, you sucked in a breath. “Did you violate your purity entirely, or did you leave your final innocence untouched?”

You seemed confused with the question did not rule in favour or against the breaking of your maidenhead. Your mother had died young, and your father had never taken another wife who could talk to you of such things. As a man of God, he had purposefully kept you sheltered from what most young women of your age knew, treasuring the fact that he would, one day, be the man to relieve you of your innocence. Today, it would seem, was the day.

“Well, hurry now, girl, and disrobe. It is time to shed light on what has been done in the dark.”

With a stricken look and quiet whimper, you reluctantly unbuttoned your dress, carefully folded it and laid it on the chair you had recently vacated. Standing in only your undergarments, the thin cotton shift was translucent in the glow of the fire, revealing your silhouette to Jimmy’s hungry eyes. You looked at him imploringly. At an almost imperceptible shake of his head,your hands moved to divest yourself of even this thin layer of protection until you were standing, shivering before him, your arms wrapped tightly around your breasts whether for modesty, warmth, or protection was unclear. The fact that the region which had caused this trouble was completely exposed did not go unnoticed.

Walking towards you, his hands moved to yours and gently but firmly, he unclasped your cold fingers from your upper arms.Jimmy moved them to the small of your back, urging you to grip your forearms neatly behind you, so that they rested just above the swell of your ass. Not only did that remove the temptation for you to cover his view, but it also had the added benefit of pushing your breasts forward as if begging for attention. Indeed, you surprisingly prominent nipples had pebbled pleasingly at his proximity. Despite being of a mind to give them the attention they so clearly desired, he steeled himself to take the time to punish you properly before moving on to their reward.

“Girl, I can see the signs of lust upon your body as clear as if the word was painted on your skin.”

Stepping even closer to a naked you, Jimmy towered over you and reached out with one large rough hand to cradle your soft cheek, angling your head back to look deeply into your blown pupils. “The black pits of your soul have opened wide to let in the devil, eating up the wholesome blue of your purity.”

You tried to bow your head, your eyes filling with tears of fear and shame, but his firm hand did not allow you to break eye contact. “Fear not, girl. You have confessed, which is the first step towards redemption and purity. Once you have been thoroughly punished, you will be forgiven and absolved of your sins. Now, let us catalogue the extent of your wickedness.”

Retreating slightly, he allowed his thumb to brush your swollen bottom lip, pressing down slightly, which made you involuntarily gasp and lick the dry digit with your tongue.

Moving away from such a warm, wet temptation, Jimmy’s fingers traced a path along your jaw and down your throat, leaving a trail of gooseflesh in their wake. Your nostrils flared, and your thighs shifted restlessly together, craving the friction you now knew would soothe the ache.

Circling the swell of her of your breast,Jimmy allowed his rough fingertips to wander up and over the peak, triggering a trembling gasp as they brushed the nub, causing it to stiffen impossibly harder. As you unconsciously pushed yourself further into his hand, he rewarded you with a sharp pinch that made you cry out in pained pleasure.

“This is an area not unused to stolen pleasure, I see.” Jimmy gazed down at your reddened face sternly as his other hand took care of your neglected right breast. “Have your greedy fingers been toying with these ripe little fruits, girl? The truth now!”

You were red from your cheeks to the very breasts he was now toying with, “yes father” you mumbled

“Show me,” Jimmy demanded.

Again, you looked askance at him, however the excitement in your gaze belied your reluctance. You were no doubt shamed at having to touch yourself in front of him, but the very embarrassment you were experiencing seemed only to increase your arousal.

Slowly, sensuously, your hand snaked in front of your body and traced a featherlight path over the curve of your hip, past your belly button, and up to the valley between your breasts, taking time to circle one teasingly before heading to its twin. Provocatively maintaining eye contact the entire time, you began stroking the aching tip, gently at first, your fingers barely skimming the pebbled flesh. Gaining momentum, you firmed your grip, rolling the delicate flesh more enthusiastically, tweaking and pinching it between your fingertips. Your breath caught as you shuddered in pleasure, and her eyes closed as you slowly began to lose herself in the sensation.

“Eyes on me, girl!” Jimmy yelled. He would not be shut out or denied. He wanted to see everything. Every filthy little thought as it crossed your mind. How else could he be sure to punish you effectively and cleanse her of every sin if you were able to hide from him?

Your eyes sprang open and locked on his gaze, then quickly, your lids became heavy as your pleasure increased. You were enjoying yourself far too much, losing yourself in the very sin you were to here to repent.

“Enough!”Jimmy commanded. You were startled, your hands flying guiltily from your flushed breasts to clasp once again behind your back.

“Is this the only forbidden flesh your fingers have strayed to, or have they wandered further into sin?”Jimmy’s chocolate eyes pointedly dipped down her belly to the tuft of hair thatch that covered her mound.

You shifted uneasily, your thighs rubbing together, drawing attention to the light sheen of moisture that coated your skin.

“Father?” it came out as a desperate plea. To leave the question unanswered, he mused, or to show him just how far you had fallen into lust?

“Show me, girl.”Jimmy’s voice held no argument, and it was with something like relief that you unclasped your hands and brought both down to stroke along your thighs. Shuffling your feet apart, your fingers swept around the plump inner curves, now slippery with your arousal. With the familiarity of diligent practice, you used the first two fingers on your left hand to part the outer petals of your womanhood, revealing its hot depths to the mercy of your other hand. Enraptured,Jimmy could not tear his eyes from where the slender digits, first one, quickly followed by a second, plunged into the moist font of your honey. Once dripping with the slippery fluid, you anointed the engorged pearl at the apex of your pussy and proceeded to agitate it most wantonly, moaning like a Pagan whore.

When Jimmy finally wrenched his gaze from your dripping slit, he found you watching him, your face flushed and eyes hooded. With Jimmy’s attention now firmly on you, you licked your full lips, tempting him to join you in this display of debauchment. And Jimmy was tempted. Lord, how he was tempted.

“Remove your fingers this instant!”Jimmy’s voice came out strained, husky. Beneath his robes, he was hard, and he knew that should you be allowed to continue in such a wanton way he was liable to unman himself. As a man of God, he knew that Onan's sin of spilling his seed upon the ground was displeasing in the sight of the Lord. Fortunately, he had an altogether more pleasing receptacle for his offering.

It was past time to put a stop to this disgraceful display. “I have seen enough, child. You have clearly been possessed of the devil and need an experienced man of God to set you back on the path of righteousness.”

Your hands again safely behind your back,you were the very picture of contrition. You had come to him for help, and now you would be purged of you shame. You truly were fortunate that he took you in. Who else would take the time to save your mortal soul?

Firmly taking your upper arm, he led you across the room to his prie dieu the ornately-carved prayer desk and kneeler he used for his private devotion. He stopped her as you went to kneel on the padded stool.

“No, child, there will be time enough for kneeling later. First, you are to be scourged to release the devil from his hold on your impressionable young flesh.”

Your eyes flew to his, showing your fear of what was to come. But what was this? Could he detect a curious excitement for the strict punishment he would be meting out? Did the thought of placing you innocent young body in his hands enflame her as it did him? Interesting. He was clearly going to have to be especially thorough with your chastisement if it was to be effective. There was no room for mercy where wickedness was so firmly rooted.

Leading you to the back of the structure, he had you bend deeply, leaning with your forearms resting on the sloped desk, your fingers clasped in prayer.

“Arch your back, child, and offer yourself up to your punishment. Show me that you willingly accept the kiss of the lash that will free you from the burden of guilt and shame that currently weighs upon your soul.”

Sinking further down, your breasts hanging freely Jimmy had alluded to earlier, you widened your stance and raised your hips, going so far as to rise onto your tiptoes to enticingly offer up your plush globes. It was all Jimmy could do not to seize your fleshy cheeks and thrust his throbbing member into your unclaimed hole that brazenly winked at him.

Was this an invitation to defile you like a heathen? The devil indeed had taken hold of your innocent mind. There was no time to delay. Taking up his scourge, which hung on the wall above his bed and had seen service when he felt self-flagellation was required to keep himself pure, he returned to stand at your side.

Seizing the worn whip of knotted leather by its sturdy plaited handle, he offered it to her lips for a kiss before tipping your chin up and warning you, “ I will now flog you until I believe the devil has fled your body. This will be a very severe punishment, and you will need to be brave and endure, for in the end you will be forgiven.” You whimpered in fear whilst raising your hips further in eager acceptance.

“So be it.” And with those ominous words, he began.

Much later, Jimmy breathing heavily, his face sheened in sweat and his vestments sticking to his back. However, the signs of his exertion were nothing compared to her condition. Your buttocks and the backs of your thighs were crosshatched with red welts and a myriad of tiny purpling bruises. You were shaking as silent tears puddled on the shelf below you, but you remained obediently locked in place, your hands still clasped in prayer.

He stroked the sweaty strands of your hair where they clung to your flushed cheeks and raised your head. “You have done well, child, and can rejoice as the devil has been driven from your body. You are forgiven your sins and are once more beloved of God.”

As he helped you to stand, you gave him a small smile. “Am I... pure once more, Father?”

Jimmy smiled benevolently and guided you round to kneel on the cushioned platform.

“Almost, my child. All that remains is for you to be filled with the holy sacrament. Now close your eyes, raise your head, and stick out your tongue...”

[dtblrlove]

Love to everyone in dtblr for managing to make it this far. Whether you’re a veteran or only just joining us, you deserve so much love and support for keeping the fandom’s spirit alive in spite of all the internal and external hardships.

I hope to see you all in 2024!

💌 @ all of you :,) always

[samonroegf]

Hey babes, i didn’t see this in your rules so you can ignore if you want. But could you please do cockwarming while making out with Sam. Like reader try’s to move but forces them to stay still x

if it's not in my do not request then its probably fine <3

you probably got all whiny, and he didn't want to hear it. so he let you slowly inch down on his length. sliding your panties to the side, and not even prepping you, poor thing :( the stretch is painful, and oh so filling you up.

the rings of his fingers bite into the skin of your waist as he holds you still. he pretends to be watching the film, holding you in place.

“stay still princess, ‘m trying to watch this.” he'd grumble. but sam is impatient, doesn't take long before he's holding you against him. buried to the hilt, and starts fucking up into you. letting curses fall from his chapped, pink lips and you whine, falling undone above him. the sight makes him feel powerful, loving how you let him touch you.

he'd get tired of this quickly, flipping the two of you over, so he can properly fuck you. loving the sight of ruining you.

“such a little whore f’me aren't ya? look so pretty like this?” his words are slurred from pleasure, trying not to cum before you.

lost in how his cock was bullying your cunt, you just dumbly nod and whine out to him, “please, please, let me cum, sammy, please?" you begged and he almost lost it.

“yeah, baby cum for me.” he loved how sweet and lost you became when you came, your orgasm washing over you in waves while he let himself cum in you.

[softlypaintedseafoam]

my controversial one piece take: i think a lot of people misinterpret garp's character/the role he plays in the narrative LET ME EXPLAIN

the majority of fandom, from what i understand, views garp as a good guy to be sympathetic towards bc he is constantly forced to choose between his family and his career. BUT!! IN MY OPINION!! i don't think that this is meant to be seen as something to sympathize with, or that he's meant to be read as a good guy in general. just walk with me for a second.

is garp TRYING to do good? yes. that's why he's in the marines. he wants to help people and he thinks he can fix the system from the inside (ie training the next generation of soldiers, like koby and helmeppo, do carry out justice the "right way").

BUT! marineford showed us that in the end garp is not prepared to speak up when the marines commit obvious and egregious acts of injustice--like the death of ace. you would think that of all people he would stand up for his grandson would be one, right? apparently not. and that's devastating on a lot of levels. bc it's obvious that he loved ace, and luffy, and didn't want them to be hurt, but at the end of the day it wasn't enough to make him take action.

dadan's reaction to ace's death, i feel, was supposed to act as a vehicle for the audience to say their piece too: she tells him to his face that what he did was wrong and that he's a bastard for continuing to choose his job over his family

(like i said this is just my opinion garp stans don't crucify me 😭)

i heard no lies in hot take fr

garp is truly an interesting character to behold. he hates the system and the celestial dragons and wants the next generation of marines to do better. he wanted so much for ace and luffy, to have lives beyond just who their fathers are. you can even say that where he failed with dragon, ace and luffy, he is avoiding doing with koby and helmeppo

(ex garp during marineford vs garp during egghead)

but he is also the same man who was complicit in the death of one of his grandsons, stood by and did nothing while akainu and kizaru were actively trying to kill him while jinbei, buggy and the wbp were escaping with him and it's his neglect and not being there during the bluejam incident that led to sabo 'death', at least there are implications TO ME that dadan blames him for it (as far as the anime's adaptation of the post war arc since she tried getting garp to stay to help with bluejam and his goons)

he loves his grandkids but he doesn't know how to treat them right. i look forward to seeing what happens next with the guy considering all that happened last arc

[g0r3wh0rre]

i love sub jisung but you right i need more dom jisung also happy 300 followers!!! :D

thank you babyyy <333 also omg i’ve been extremely unwell about jisung recently. he’s gotten so.. big

w the tattoos and everything. i need him so bad

he and chan have been acting extra horny recently they can’t be like this when i’m so emotionally fragile

i love dom jisung !!! i love dom jisung who is constantly spewing dirty talk cos he can’t keep his mouth shut he’s always whimpering and whining and he’s so loud i love dom jisung who gets super pussy drunk and just gets so desperate for it, losing his mind deep in your pussy i love dom jisung who is cocky when he’s coming onto you but gets so blushy when you come on just as strong i love.. i love jisung

[everythingseasoning]

Heyy! Love your character analysis's and I’m super excited for your upcoming JJK fanfic TOOOO, AHHH! It’s rare to see analysis sort of stuff in the tumblr community, I appreciate you girl <3 I also noticed you said that you’re half japanese? That’s so cool!

Analysis Masterlist here! || JJK Masterlist here

New Long Fic Masterlist here (story of Geto being saved)

Hey!!! OMG thank you so much! It’s so sweet that people wanna read what I have to say and the (not-so) silly stories I write, genuinely, this ask makes my day (it’s technically still dark out, but anyway). I’m always looking for people who wanna talk about shows & characters in depth, and there are several accounts who do so, I think? I have them bookmarked (somewhere… lost…)— I’ve yet to check them out. If anyone knows/recommends any account that does thoughts & analysis posts, lmk!

& yeah, I’m half Japanese. It has its pros and cons. Lots of cons, actually. The culture is toxic in many ways. I will not digress here haha. Thank YOU for stopping by and sending in such a lovely ask, you cute human, you.

Me holding onto you ^

[splashsans]

Happy Valentine's Day! :3

[hoe4hotchner]

could you imagine dating gen z reader who's playing around with tiktok filters and hotch is so confused

I can't quite describe how me-coded this turned out to be. I loved this idea so much!!!! | WC: 301

Aaron Hotchner was used to chaos. Every day, he lived and breathed chaos at work. He had led the team through life-or-death situations more times than he could count. But nothing quite prepared him for the moment he stepped into the living room and heard you practically screaming the musical scale at your phone.

“Do, re, mi, fa, SOOO,” your voice cracked, and you groaned dramatically, trying again. “SOOOOO! Bingo!”

“La, ti, DOOOO!”

Hotch blinked, frowning at the high-pitched, slightly painful sounds echoing through the room. You were sprawled under a thick blanket, blue light glasses perched on the bridge of your nose, your phone practically touching your face.

“Honey… what’s going on?” he asked, his tone bewildered yet calm as if he was trying to make sense of a particularly confusing case.

You lowered your phone just enough to glance at him with a grin. “I’m using this filter on TikTok. I’m trying to hit the notes, but it’s, like, impossible.” You turned your phone to let him see the screen, even though you knew he wouldn’t understand anything at all.

He raised a brow, approaching cautiously like he was stepping into unfamiliar territory. “And that’s why you’re… shouting?”

“It’s for science,” you said with mock seriousness, trying again, “DOOOOOO!”

Hotch winced slightly at the pitch. “Right… science.”

You laughed, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself. “Wanna try?”

He shook his head, amused but still utterly lost. “I think I’ll leave this one to you.” He leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “But maybe lower the volume before the neighbors think something’s wrong.”

You giggled, pausing the app. “Fine, fine. But just wait — next time, I’ll get all the notes.”

He smiled, walking toward the kitchen with a shake of his head. “I’m sure you will.”

[eternelle-chenille]

Les lettres envoyées en janvier 2025 ❄️

[islandofthedollz]

smoking with jimmy hc!

⁠❥ILY anon I love doing head cannons I can go on and on about stuff like this!!

⁠❥ When you smoke with Jimmy for the first time it’s not because you want to smoke it’s because he peer pressured you into it

⁠❥ He told you that you never have fun that you’re always up tight and happy to let loose for a while. You take the cigarette out of his hand and handle the smoking and cough it out and he laughs at you and you’re an experience.

⁠❥ It starts off small, which is smoking cigarettes here and there until Jimmy introduced his weed one day he rolls up a joint and tells you to pull your tongue out and he swipes the unclosed joint across your tongue close it.

⁠❥ He offers and see if he wanna smoke it. You remember his words about you being boring you grab it and you smoke it for the first time.

⁠❥ Jimmy really likes blowing smoke into your face. He likes to see your reactions like when you get annoyed and you try to blow the smoke away.

⁠❥ Jimmy also likes kissing you. He likes to taste of a cigarette on your tongue.

⁠❥ Jimmy also likes blowing smoke into your mouth and then kissing you.

⁠❥ Jimmy took you to a cigar shop once trying to impress you on his knowledge of cigarettes.

⁠❥ Before you started smoking with Jimmy, you would take the cigarettes out of his mouth and then stump on the cigarette saying that he’s gonna get cancer from it.

⁠❥ Jimmy love is watching you get high. He thinks you do the cutest things when you’re high and it also gives him a chance to cook for you when you’re high.

⁠❥ Late night, Taco Bell at three in the morning munchies is a must

⁠❥ Jimmy is softie when he’s high telling you how beautiful he thinks you are and the little things that he loves about you

⁠❥ He gets vulnerable and turns into a crybaby too

⁠❥ some of your best Makeout sessions are either when you’re drunk or when you’re high

[dtblrlove]

@ all in dtblr, the constant buzz of ideas, loveposts and unhinged rambles is what makes fandom what it is, the art, the textposts and tags, lurker or active participant. it's alive, constantly moving, ever changing and i feel like as dteam have had fun embracing their new and old friends and their new and old ideas and projects, so have we. wishing every single one of you luck and care, you are loved!

@ everyone !

[samonroegf]

sam grinding his clothed cock onto your panty covered core because hes too lazy/tired to actually fuck you 😈

I'm too high to write a proper blurb.

making out with sam is always hot and heavy, it's the only way he knows how to show love. pulling you impossibly closer, groping everywhere he can get his hands on. groping your tits, thighs, ass. hot messy kisses on your lips, jaw, neck. sharp pains as his teeth suck harsh marks into the soft skin of your tits.

pushing your plushy thighs apart to slip between them. wrapping them around his waist, as he dry humps against you. hands going from your hips, tits, to your hair. pulling the strands harshly as you moan into his mouth, your hands lost in him scratching red lines into his shirt covered back. you're both needily grinding against each other, sweat forming in your hair line as you get closer to the edge. sam's cursing under his breath, lost in the haze of lust as you both cum in your underwear.