mommy pressing your face into the pillow when you’re being too loud 😣
“shh shhh shhh, baby. don’t want daddy and her friends to hear you in the other room, right? gonna be good and quiet for me? hmm? even when you cum?”
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mommy pressing your face into the pillow when you’re being too loud 😣
“shh shhh shhh, baby. don’t want daddy and her friends to hear you in the other room, right? gonna be good and quiet for me? hmm? even when you cum?”
Seeing this tweet has inspired a frankly visceral need in me for a tangled au Timebomb fanfic
I NEED it so bad. Help. Help. It'd fuck, it'd be so good
Twitter user reesepuffsjones your mind.........
somthing abt bell's hells going from being a cobbled together group of (self proclaimed) expendable chucklefucks with little to no cohesion or reason other than "might as well" or "for the money", to being united not only by the narrative (they're too far in and while they're not that good at talking to each other, who else do they have?? they're family now, obviously) but also now they are visually united & have a cohesion that they never did at the start of the campaign.
Every single character now has blue & yellow/gold as a part of their wardrobe, even Dorian. The way BH's commemorate their dead is so interesting to me. FCG is honored in the way they dress, just as Bertrand is honored in their name. When people meet them, they don't know it, but they are also meeting the bells that have stopped ringing.
and just the overarching idea of clinging to the past while the world burns down around you (wearing your dead friend's armor and praying that their sacrifice will make a difference)
kinda wanna know everyone's more unpopular or rarely mentioned favorite wrestlers tbh
Jinsei Shinzaki for example or (at least in the western wrestling fan world rarely mentioned) Kyoko Inoue are two of my favorites
Scriddler Fanfics?
V here 🌿
Kind of thinking about writing fanfictions with these two, wanted to do that for a while now but didn't have the motivation or ideas on what exactly to write.
would you guys like to read them? really can't say how long or short they're gonna be, wherever my muse takes me I guess haha. ofc not gonna be book-length, unless I feel hella inspired, but then I'd move that over to ao3 or something.
all I need are suggestions for a scene, a plot, literally anything. send me a request with your ideas if you'd like me to write one ☺️
I'm open for pretty much anything, and if it goes too far or I don't wanna do it, I'll let you know anyway. can be fluff, can be spicy, can be downright corn (that'll get the sexual content label), just let me know.
💚 lots of love to all of you! 🧡
I know that its incredibly unlikely and the next saw movie will probably be a full reboot. However I would still kill to see a movie that takes place in between saws 2 and 3. It could follow the time where John is dying and in hiding from the police. And have Amanda and Hoffman fighting over who is the favorite child.
Or maybe a movie that follows up on any of the accomplices who are just running around completely free.
Today I decided to have some fun with my subby bf and his sensitive cock and balls.
I tied him up to our bed striped naked down to his boxers.
I decided to torture him with my feet because I know just how wild they drive him. I propped my feet up by his face just close enough where he could smell them but far enough that he had no chance of worshiping them.
While he was whimpering and begging to lick my feet I was down by his boxers tickling his sensitive balls with my nice long finger nails. He would keep begging to lick my feet between his laughter and moans. I didn’t relent though, it was too intoxicating to see him helpless and whimpering. All the while I watched as a wet spot continued to grow on his boxers.
Once I felt that the wet spot had reached a sufficient size I finally released his poor aching cock. I watched as it twitched and leaked just aching to be touched. When he felt the air hit his cock I could tell he thought that he might get to have some sweet release. How wrong he was.
The hope for release was quickly ripped from him as soon as he felt the tip of his penis get encased by my glans stimulator cranked to max vibration.
Instantly I was met with a beautiful symphony of screams and begging. I don’t care though, I want to see just how much I can get this cock to leak.
Kinda considering toning down my funkness cause I've like no friends, literally 3 people in my life and none in my school. I'm really lonely and I know it's crass but I want to date someone but evidence shows no one likes me as I am now which sucks but if they won't change I guess I have to.
Idk, it's sad ,so I'm just gonna keep my trans thing to myself and be a bit less neurodiverse:/