usually, scottish men will wear kilts to weddings.
now i enjoy the idea of soap wearing a blue and green kilt, but since he's catholic, he'd probably wear a red kilt. but then again, i'm not sure what clan he is in.. (i'm pretty sure there is a mactavish clan, if i'm correct?)
it's your wedding night, the sky fades from bright orange to deep red, creating an ombre of bright and bold colours in the sky. you're alone together, or at least away from others, after having a couple drunks together and enjoying each other's presence and comfort. although while you're gazing off into the sunset, a romantic moment shared on your wedding night, you notice the sound of johnny's breathing becoming laborious and fast, his eyes fixated on you in the corner of your eye.
fuck, you look absolutely beautiful like this. he feels himself getting hotter and his cock throbbing, becoming harder and more desperate. you're immediately concerned before you notice how flushed and flustered he is and how adamant he is that you have to follow him to a discreet, quiet area, far from the public's eye.
you sink to your knees as soon as you're hidden together, pushing his kilt out of the way, his weeping dick perking out at you, ready to be sucked. you giggle as you begin to fist his lengthy dick, each stroke causing a groan to emit from johnny. he huffs and grunts as you finally wrap your soft lips around his shaft, your lipstick leaving stains along his dick, gazing up at him as he pushes your hair from your beautiful face.
he feels himself relaxing at the soothing sensation—the wetness of your mouth and throat—as you take him all the way down, massaging his balls gently in soothing circles. his eyes roll backwards through delectation and gratification, his chest rising and falling at the tightness of your lips around his girth, his tip already beginning to ooze thick loads of his milky cum. he can't help himself; he can't hold back. the sight leaves him heavy-lidded, exhausted, and delirious. his attempts at concealing his loud moans fruitless as they flow from his lips like a harmony, bucking against your face, his white load running down your throat.
gojo throwing his head back as you thrusted into him, strap hitting his prostate each time, resulting in a slight bulge on his stomach. “you alright, toru?” you asked with a gentle tone, as if you weren’t rearranging his organs.
HI TRIONAAAA ajshdjkdhkj omg ur appearance and thoughts made me literally so happy!!!! hope ur doing well!!! lysm /p <333
NO BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH ITS BEEN MICROWAVING IN MY BRAIN THIS WEEK ISTG-
ARCHIIIEEE :'DDD <33333 Omg How are you?? I hope you are doing so so so amazing and that life is treating you so well and not too overwhelming or anything!! Devouring your art is my serotonin fr-
I find that the way @courtney-deserved-better writes this friendship is absolutely fucking glorious. Idk why I like them hanging out and caring for each other so much. But I do. In Slippery Slopes they were everything to me and I love them so fucking much. When the family rejects are better than half of the family.
I love and hate how in bad ending in death mark 2, yashiki death somehow parallel to that of his sister
Both got weird things grew out of their body, both is dead due to bite(s), both is killed by a dangerous spirit, both are topless(?) and both are hauntingly beautiful
This is Splotch, my own Sonadow fankid! Shes around four. You don't have to draw anything with her, but I would like to show you her since we both have silly Sonadow kids :)
OMG.... Splotch... I'd lay my life on the line for you 🥺 She is SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!! Splotch is the PERFECT name for her! Thank you SO much for sharing!!