btw you are not a "bad" or "deadbeat" mutual for not actively interacting with people or reblogging their posts. it doesn't matter if you don't manage to catch up on everything or if you don't reblog everything with numerous tags. it's okay! we all have lives outside of here and we get busy. and even if you just don't have the energy or don't feel like it, that's perfectly okay, too. please don't guilt yourself or put yourself down because you feel you aren't being supportive enough / not doing enough. the only thing that matters is that you feel comfortable and safe here. i could care less if you didn't reblog things. don't set yourself on fire to keep others warm
Live laugh, Love my wife 😌🩷💌 I'd watch the stars with you every night and infodump about all the constellations cuz I'm ur little yapper FOREVERRRR YOU CAN'T LOSE ME NOW
Live, laugh, love my wife💕💖
Imagine being Lucy’s friends daughter and staying with the Emerson’s.
Michael invites the boys over and asks them what that smell is, it’s so delicious and it’s coming from your room.
The boys have more heightened senses then Michael, as he’s only a half vampire. When the boys hear it’s coming from your room they all share a smirk, having been able to smell you and hear your very quiet moans before they even got to the door.
“I think your little friends having some troubles,” Marko chuckles as the five boys stand outside your door.
Michaels eyes go wide as he realises what he’s been smelling, now realising just how hard his cock has been getting.
They can hear the frustration and desperation in your little huffs as they listen to the desperate wet sounds pick up again.
“Sounds like she needs help,” Dwayne chuckles as he smirks at the boys.
Then they hear it, your breathing picking up, your heart rate beating fasting, and that primal intoxicating smell filling all their senses.
“Ooohh, Michael,” they all hear you so quietly moan.
Michaels eyes widen again as he holds back a strained moan.
“Fuck, Michael, you are one lucky guy,” Marko grins widely.
“Wish she was moaning my name. Sound so good coming from her,” Paul groaned, as he not so subtly adjusts his jeans.
Paul now stands closer to Michael, a hand hotly placed on his hip as his lips press against Michaels ear. He hates to admit but the smell of both your release and Paul’s scent now enclosing him, begins to drive him absolutely wild.
“I mean I can’t blame her, Mikey. If I was a sweet little thing like that and I saw you around the house half naked all the time, I’d have to rub my little pussy raw too,” Paul seductively teases in Michaels ear.
The boys, especially Paul, teasing Michael, is my kink.
i literally dont care what your excuse for using AI is. if you didnt put your own effort into making it im not putting my own effort into interacting with it.
all these gay girls are like "wow i want a big lady to step on me" but where is the love for short girls stepping on you? short girl intimidating you with her presence and body language alone until you fall over and she steps on you?? short girl taking down a girl who's much taller than her and making her submit??? where's the love for my shadow of the colossus bitches???
“you have to drop that f/o!! they’re weird/theyre mine/i dont like them/they’ve done bad things–”
as an asexual who likes to imagine sex but doesnt actually like having sex, sometimes it just feels like sex isnt real but i wish it was. and post
Some old and not so old magma stuff
Dissociation vs Overstimulation
tummyache moodboard
NOT A BOT just a sideblog where I can reblog shitMAINS: @thecherrylady @vampyrcorpse
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