i love the 'Yourself' John Doe skin w/my Noobcito, so i stylized them :3
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i love the 'Yourself' John Doe skin w/my Noobcito, so i stylized them :3
bonus Guest based on someone dear to me ;]
BARK BARK BARK yr plug!choso works OMG I WANNA RIDEEEE HIM
woof woof thank you anon.
aw man...i have a soft spot for shotgun. i relate to reader so much in that fic, her nerves and need for him. oof, she's so down bad, it's so intense too. ugh plug!choso's so hot, i'd like to think that he and the reader have a turbulent relationship. i mean, it's not smooth sailing when you catch feelings for your dealer, but my version of him was softer, more protective than anything, so the point of conflict was more to do with choosing to let her go and shield her from the chaos and risk involved. it's a means to survive and provide for his brothers, but once he meets the girl of his dreams, he starts to contemplate his life choices...or maybe he doesn't, i doubt choso ever gives it up but he feels selfish for wanting to keep her, she should be living a life of her own, not tied to him.
i hope to get back on the choso wagon someday, i love that he looks mean and intimidating but i know he's so attentive and a lil submissive when it comes to his girl, maybe even has a flair for the romantic once in awhile. i wanna see him on his knees begging for his girl to put him out of his misery and let him eat her out just once and then never letting up even after she's tapped out and crying...gosh i bet it's all he think about, even when he's in the middle of getting his money back. just beating the shit out of someone and getting it over with so he can return to your bed and bury his face in between your legs again.
"hold on i got something to take care of," he says, rushing out the house and returning at a record less than an hour later with blood on his fists and a gash across his face, no fucks given to the wounds or the actual gun he tosses to the side because he's already lifting your skirt, tugging your shorts down, pulling panties to the side, always the same usual routine. all for a taste of the one thing more addictive than pills and puffs of smoke.
// what am ii supposd to post anymore EVVERYONE IISDEAD PLEEAASE
TJME SENSITIVE QUESTION
DO STREET PUPPIES GROW REALLT BIG AN GET CLAWS AN SPIKES AND SHIT NORMALLY OR
mood for the night: scrolling through excIusionist bs and making myself sick
Hey can my toe like, wait, until AFTER I finish my finals and resolve personal problems to start aching like it’s been dislodged and misplaced in the incorrect socket 🙂
i would like to thank this song once again for ruining my fucking life
worlds worst association forming ever (007n7 and christmas music)