our brain reeks of the rot that feeds the plants and I am a succulent little flower who craves your golden reward.
i want to paint you, i want to know what you will be like in 7 years but i also think you are a piss ass poster on tumblr.com
the desire to block everyone who leaves notes on ur posts is a craving so i can be alone with the unopened potential of my expanding mind when in contact with the leftover cringefail dripping from the timestamp like.. no, i shant say…
Pornstar!Silco is that one pornstar dude you always recognize. Doesn't matter if their profile is cut out or out of frame, you just KNOW it's them. I have like 3 of these dudes and i spot them on twitter, reddit, and even other pornsites. I have a problem.
Heehee, imagine doing that "i want daddy dabi" post in front of him. You'd be in BIG trouble. <3
oh my god anon anon anon yes yes yes
cw: 18+, daddy kink, mean dabi :(, implied semi-public spanking
you’re sitting across the room from him at some sort of little party or gathering, a devious lil smirk on your pretty lips as you gaze at him through your lashes and press post.
he’s got your notifications on, because of course he does, because he needs to keep an eye on his baby, you know, even online, so his phone buzzes only an instant later. there’s already a smirk adorning his own lips, smug and sadistic and tugging at the corners of his mouth as he fishes his phone out of his pocket. he already knows you’re playing, acting out a little and being a brat because you’re bored at this function, because you want attention—his attention—like the perfect little whore that you are.
blood’s rushing in your ears, pulsing with the increasing beat of your heart, breath bated as you watch his sapphire eyes fly across the screen—once, twice, three times—before they flick up to meet your gaze, darkening as a storm begins to brew. the smirk has dropped from his lips, angular jaw clenching twice as his molars grind together, nostrils flaring ever-so-slightly as he exhales slowly, deeply, controlled.
and you can’t help the tiny, soft giggle that pries its way past your lips at his reaction, thighs pressing together as scalding heat begins to furl in the pit of your tummy, flooding your veins, gushing all over your pretty lace panties.
it’s the giggle that does it, really, the giggle that has him shooting out of his chair so fast, so aggressive that it wobbles on it’s legs, and stalking across the room straight towards you. he crosses it in no more than four large strides, still somehow slow, almost serene, though you know better. you can see the infinitesimal trembling of his body, the way his eyes are practically glowing, the flexing of his fingers and snapping and popping of his knuckles. and although his stride would suggest he’s calm, his aura is anything but, cracks of electricity sparking the air surrounding him like mini lightning bolts as anyone in his way immediately clears.
he’s trying not to make a scene as a large hand wraps around your bicep and hoists you up, growling lowly in your ear that you’re so fucking lucky he doesn’t spank your ass raw in front of all these people.
then you’re being shoved into a washroom—the furthest possible from the group of people you were just surrounded by moments before—with so much force you nearly trip over your own feet, managing to catch yourself on the edges of the porcelain sink as the door slams shut behind him.
slender fingers tangle in your hair, fisting and pulling you back to your feet, no longer concerned about keeping up appearances or the ear piercing yelp you emit as he does so.
you want Daddy, huh? his hot breath curls around the shell of your hear as he snarls out the words, your back pressed flat to his chest in the tiny room.
your nodding as best you can, frantic little jerks of your head working against his strength, burning tears already beginning to blur your vision.
nah, nah, nah, baby, he’s murmuring, lips moving against the skin of your jaw, dragging along it a little. you don’t want Daddy, you want Daddy’s attention.
and he’s gonna give it to you, he promises, shoving you over the sink and keeping a hand flat on the small of your back while the other tugs at his bowtie, the delicate fabric falling apart as nimble fingers toy with it and being stuffed in your mouth a moment later.
who knows, he’s saying in that smooth, deep, dark tone, a smirk sown into his voice as calloused hands push your dress up, rough skin sliding against the silkiness of your thighs. the material bunches around your waist, thumbs hooking in the waistband of your sticky panties and shoving them down just enough to reveal the bare flesh of your ass to him. you can feel his cock, hot and hard and throbbing through his trousers, pressed against you as he grinds a little. maybe if you keep quiet and take your punishment like a good little girl, Daddy will reward you with his cock after.
he backs up, a gentle shiver coursing through you at the sudden lack of body heat, replaced by a sharp, stinging slap only half a second later.
maybe if you behave, he’s panting out between spanks, Daddy will let you choke on it.
and to think, you almost sent a sext instead. oh well.
Roses are red,🌹 Violets are blue,🦋 Hello, 👋 I have come to tell you Some facts about Jaku🤩🤲 Taku, the strabwerry (sent with heart effects) hoe🥰🍓 Loves Jade,🥺 Keep reading the poem if you desire wot moe,🧐🧐 For this Jaku otp shall never fade🤡💞 Nothing can compare,🚫 To the amount of how much Taku has rot,🤯 Nothing can compute to the Jaku pair,🥰🤩 To the amount of fanart this ship has brought.🎨🖼🤩🙏 -🦋 (This is just the first part hun 🤩🤩🤩)
IM CRYIGGNGN BUTTERFLY ANON THE EMOJIS ARE SENDING ME 😭😭😭😭 PLEASKEKFJFKFJ THIS WAS ACTUALLY GOOD IM ASCENDING!!!!!!!!!
16, guy, 6 under ground, blond and blue eyes im basic ig aha, im into making out with staplers or bricks, whatever my white boy brain is into when its not being empty for once, id love to take you any where but first youll have to pick me up from the underworld aha im evaporating ;)
