I mean yeah of course a girls moan is hot as hell. But have you ever heard that deep growl of pleasured hunger that slips through her lips and vibrates your soul when she kisses your neck…that shit… . . . . .
this is not love, this is atrophy. i know this. where i am soft, he is calling me malleable. it is easier to bend than bruise but still, i am never bent enough. never simple or silent or grateful enough for his fingers against my tender. he says choose: his mouth or highway traffic. he knows what i’d rather.
we build the coffin together. i have never been so sorry for anybody’s hands.
a concept: jughead calling betty a tease when he sees her in that outfit and she just winks because she knows what she’s doing to him (bonus points if they’ve already fucced by then, it’d be even better)
noah’s fence but from the minute maia got on the show yall have praised yourselves for being maia stans and yet have also reduced her to being your tough, sassy, black queen of the world and given like three seconds of attention to the fact that she’s an abuse surviving orphan with ptsd that was purposefully triggered by her father figure, was jailed for a crime she didn’t commit, was trapped in the seelie realm, and almost died with the rest of the downworld i’m not saying yall are fake woke af but yall fake woke af