#she's weak

[joyfulsongbird]

if i organized a hadestown fandom meetup, yall have to promise to come

but the catch is

it’s in the midwest

[tcrnishedgracea]

“why is the female form so amazing?”

[controlledhues]

@flcmedriven replied to your post: ❝This is not helping. This is not helping at all…❞

:heart eyes: ;3

❝Definitely I will never get over this one man who barely knows me...❞

[diviinitas-moved]

i want to make a disclaimer that sara blocked me because i made her think about d’ablo vaulting over a vampire hunter screaming “YEET BITCH” and not because i did anything bad

[angel-osh]

UMM.. 

[knxckleskissed-blog]

        ❝      y - you   —    you’re making us l - late for class  ,  you know .      ❞

@delphiia   /    because i needed something short while we’re plotting or just blabbing about our children ok

[kissmedcadly]

don't stop, fuck, please don't stop- — @00sgoth

her lips are curling into a downright fucking smug smirk where they're pressed to his hip. this isn't new, having this sort of effect on ian — pulling pretty sounds out of him, making him fucking beg. doesn't make her any less fucking smug every time she gives her wrist a little twist and watches, feels, the way his hips jerk and thrust into her touch. really, she has no fucking right to be so fucking pleased with herself when she's been squeezing her thighs together this whole time, when she's so amped up just watching him that she can feel her pulse in her clit.

"there's my good boy," vic coos from her spot between his thighs, sinking her teeth into his hip. there's a part of her that does consider stopping, slowing the way she strokes the length of his cock — but she'll be nice tonight.

he's so lucky, really. she hasn't made him beg half so many times as he's made her do so, she's pretty sure. 

"you wanna cum for me? i wanna hear you beg for it."

[snnydcysarchivee]

✨ to trace my muse’s freckles (from evan)

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his fingertips tracing each of her freckles, sonny couldn't help the bubbly feeling that filled her stomach. she was sure he could feel her cheeks heat up beneath his fingertip. it was one of her weaknesses after all. someone paying attention to her freckles. not able to form a coherent sentence. not one forming in her brain. "um.. whatcha doin?"