riassunto:

I don’t think that I posted the be more chill layout I made for my phone :3

another one because I was feeling a little silly today

Admire my beautiful *checks notes* green tree python

I love you moss I love you mushrooms I love you morning dew I love you trees I love you rain I love you crows I love you crunchy leaves I love you autumn I love you nature

*goes here to take a five and a half minute bong rip*

timestamp roulette: THE BEAR 1.02 “HANDS” ↳ of—how can you—of course, i still love you. i love you so, so much.

“save a cow, milk the milkman.” or let him milk himself…

Milkman/Francis Mosses short drabble where he can't help but (obsessively) pine for MC and that pining brings him to tamper with the milk he delivers to you.

Francis Mosses x GN!Reader

NSFW // CW: obsessive/lovesick and possessive milkman, pining, he’s a little submissive hehe, milkman is actually a horny virgin, breeding kink, it's not only milk in there, anatomically incorrect, lots of horny fantasizing. 1.4k words.

(A/N: he's such a cutie fr; dedicated to my milkman obsessed friends)

He should thank you, he figures, his dick twitches every time he sees you in the lobby. And maybe he purposely forgets his ID or his entry permit, just so you’d stare him down with that suspicious glint in your eye. Thank god all you need to see is his torso and above, or else you might just catch the tent in his pants as he casually strolls through the door you always unlock for him. How kind of you.. He can feel his fingers itching, his cock begging for release while he climbs up the stairs to his apartment. Maybe in the time it takes him to get there, he’ll have calmed down by then. But oh how he wishes that he could stare at you longer, memorize the lines of your face… But what if you start to think he’s a doppelganger? Oh, he would be devastated if you called the D.D.D. on him; all because he doesn’t know how to act around you. And so he’ll keep this ruse going, he’ll let you quietly wonder why his dark circles seem to be getting worse lately. Who knows? Maybe one day, you’ll worry about him enough to ask about it, or at least that’s what he wishes. The moment he enters his apartment and locks the door behind him, he impatiently yanks off his bow tie. It feels too constricting around his neck. In fact, his whole body feels too constricted in general. He finds himself rushing over to his bedroom and sprawling out onto his bed with his fingers frantically working at the buckle of his belt, sliding his pants down along with his briefs. Finally, his cock springs free from its confines, standing straight and proud, the tip beading with enough precum that his hand is able to glide smoothly up and down his shaft. Francis has a certain dislike, for the way you’re content with only a bottle of milk a day. He’d made sure to alter his schedule for you. You’re the only one he delivers milk to everyday, just so you’d never run out. But the reason why he dislikes it though… is because he also never runs out of 'milk'. Even after a hard day of work, he keeps himself up at night. With his back now against the headboard and his legs spread, his eyes shut as he paints pictures of you in his mind.. You teasing him.. You eagerly working your mouth up and down his length… Only for him to open his eyes and see the emptiness, where you should be, in front of him. It’s all simply wishful thinking, that he can finally replace his hand with any part of you he can get. After all, the glimpses of you he catches when you open your door to accept his milk delivery has proved to him that his hands would fit perfectly on your hips and the curve of your ass. Squeezing and kneading your flesh until it’s red while he empties himself inside you (preferably more than once)… (WARNING: SKIP IF YOU DON’T LIKE MILK TAMPERING) Francis enjoys the image of his cum spilling out of you far more than he likes to admit– it gets him off every time. But for now, he’ll settle for emptying himself inside your next milk delivery. What a diligent worker he is, ruining his sleep to provide you with his own homemade calcium. And if you notice the difference in taste, he’ll just tell you that he worries for your health, that he merely added a bit of vitamin D in there. If you, however, find out the truth, can you really fault the man for simply wanting to offer you a part of himself? (END)

Richie + Text Posts

Merlin fandom,

feel free to elaborate in tags 🥳😭

Made a new pin for the backpack, how we feeling?

has this been done yet

Allow me to evoke an image in your head real quick. Ok so I am a tiny water fairy. You are a tiny gemstone fairy. We are sitting on a pebble by the river, together. I give you a vial of little shell fragments and you give me a vial of little crystals. We are besties.

F*cking Idiots (and Barbatos)

[Lucifer, Solomon, Barbatos, and MC watching the brothers doing something stupid]

MC: You’re all fucking idiots.

Solomon: Well, technically, you’re fucking idiots, so…

MC: And you’re one of the idiots I’m fucking, so what’s your point?

Solomon: No point, I’m happy just to be included.

Lucifer: Are you seriously grouping me in with the rest of them? 

MC: Listen, I’m stupid-sexual: either you’re an idiot I have sex with or you’re not and I don’t.

Lucifer: Understood. So I take it you aren’t fucking Simeon?

MC: You’ve seen that man with technology.

Lucifer: And Diavolo?

MC: Sheltered + childhood trauma = reckless, idiotic behavior.

Lucifer: Well, what about Barbatos?

Barbatos: MC said I was special.

Lucifer, staring at MC, betrayed: Excuse me?

MC: Barbatos is special.

Reminder, in case I'm not the only spoonie here who needs it right now 💖🥄♿💖