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i want a little dumb puppy i can pin to the ground and rut into. one i can bite on the neck and listen to it whine. one who begs me to fuck them.
You’d have to be some kinda cum dump to reblog this.
worst part about getting angry is how much it makes you want to be mean
Trainsgender pride flag for trans people who like trains.
You can place copies of this side-by-side to make a longer train.
computer, search how to say that you want to see someone battered broken and bleeding with barely enough strength to stay on their knees but in a casual, fun, and flirty sorta way
I love laying down and pretending I'm laying like this
Person who wants to do stuff trapped in a body that needs to lie down
i found this doodle i did so so long ago but its relevant again to me hashtag rise leo uses his feet to open doors and even pick stuff up when his hands r full bc hes a freak (this can be canon if u look hard enough) (see how he keeps donnie’s gadgets away in smart lair)
me coded <333!!!
your brows furrow as you sigh, glaring at your boyfriend who’s eyes stayed focused on his device, fingers typing away for the past ten minutes. you’re slightly sitting up, your back against the end of the sofa and a small bat plushie, legs strayed along on rafe lap.
you push your calves hard down against rafe’s thighs, a small grumble passing your lips. “yes?” your boyfriend asks, feeling the pressure of it. “miss you,” you confess, mischievous smile lacing your face.
“i’m right here,” he replies, removing one hand from his phone to squeeze one of your socked feet. “no you’re basically not,” you prompt, fiddling your foot out of his hold, pushing yourself up to crawl on his lap, legs strapped at the sides of his waist as you take your seat.
“i want attention,” you sigh, tilting your head to the side. “wow, shocker.” he chuckles mockingly, shoving his phone in his pocket and placing his arms around your waist, leaning his head back on the sofa, apple head bobbing when he swallows. you twitch, looking down at his neck.
you truly act on impulse, simply wanting to express your love on rafe — leaning in as your teeth soft dig into your boyfriend’s flesh, humming as you bite down. it wasn’t the first time you did this, rafe almost completely used to your strange ways of conveying love. when you lightly tug on his skin, he squeezes your waist. “careful alright? think you’re watching too much.. twilight or some stupid shit.” he hisses slightly, pulling your necklace from the back to tug you off.
you pout, scowling almost as you push your hips down to make a small bounce on his lap — a replacement for what could have been a stomp against the ground. “i wanna bite you,” you add rather obviously, his neck adorned with a stain of your lipstick and teeth marks.
“‘kay, i know little miss vampire, that’s fine but i got stuff to do later. business things to run.. i-i can’t be leaving the house looking like a damn.. animal tried to attack me,” he prompts, caressing your cheek to make up for his slightly harsh tone.
you groan, rolling your eyes lightheartedly and turning your head away. “business smidgeness.” you complain, crossing your arms. “mhm, exactly.” he proceeds, ignoring your sarcasm. “wanna buy your things don’t you? that’s what it takes.” he forcibly uncrosses your arms, pushing you to his chest. “fix your face.” he mumbles.
you nod, easily relaxing in his hold, head rested up on his shoulder. “ugh. okay.. fine,” you accept, pressing only a small kiss on his skin. “but i’ll get my loving later.” you giggle.
It makes me happy when they listen