Me And The Grown Man Who Whimpers When I Call Him A Good Boy

“source?” divine intuition, gut instinct, and cryptic symbolism from my dreams

hello my whores, my sluts, my bitches

i’m so normal abt him.

don’t look at my pinterest.

nanami who tries his hardest to act like a gentleman when he finds out you’re a virgin. he respects that you wanna wait to lose your virginity but when the time comes, he can't control himself anymore. he kisses you with newfound urgency, his hands tangling with your hair as he pulls back your head so he can enrapture your neck with his lips. and god, when he gets to see how wet you are for the first time, his restraint snaps. he spanks your pussy before ramming two fingers into your tight hole. when tears prick at the sockets of your eyes, he whispers sweet nothings; "i know, baby. i know. it's a little intense." you cling to him helplessly, moaning into his shirt. "you gonna cum, honey?" you nod quickly before your juices flow all down his hand, soaking his wrist. a day or so after, you get flowers sent to your door with a note attached that says, "miss you lots, thank you for allowing me to do that to you. can't wait to feel you again. - love, ken."

what if every Tumblr user suddenly looses their mouse?

I think whoever named worcestershire sauce that should have the worst tummy hurty ever

respectfully, i would get on my knees for a fictional man.