manincaffeine

[manincaffeine]

A pretty girl that i can cuddle and kiss while i play with her hair and tell her how special she is to me 🎀

[manincaffeine]

she's like " I'm shy " then posted her freaky fanfic like it’s a grocery list 💀

[manincaffeine]

*throws her into bed*

You're sleeping with me.

[manincaffeine]

I have recieved your glorious spam with great honour ✨📜

TUMBLR FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: UNLOCKED 🔓

I accept this honour with utmost pride 🫡💌

TUMBLR FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: ACTIVATED 🔥👯‍♂️

[manincaffeine]

Sleepy girls give the kind of cuddles that feel like love whispered in silence.

[manincaffeine]

Intimacy goes beyond kisses, cuddles, and sex. It's when you're feeling low, and your partner gently comforts you, listens to you, and helps you unpack your insecurities through deep conversations. It's about calling to check in, making sure they've eaten or taken their medicine.

it's more than sex.

[manincaffeine]

I thought nothing could outshine my own glow…until she walked in and made the whole room forget I was even there.

tomorrow isn't promised, tell her she's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen today.

[manincaffeine]

Idk why but making out in traditionals sounds insanely hot. she is in a saree, pallu barely holding on , skin glowing, lips parted like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. i grab her waist, slam her against the wall so her breath catches. my mouth is on her neck, hot, biting just enough to make her whimper. my fingers slide down her sides, slow and possessive, like i’m memorizing every inch. my thigh presses between hers, grinding up as she gasps into my mouth. her hands are all over me, nails digging in, begging without a word. kisses get filthier, tongues, teeth, soft moans swallowed between gasps. she melts, writhes, loses control under my touch. and i dont stop, not until she forgets everything but the way i make her burn.

[manincaffeine]

I joined Tumblr 3 years ago. Back then, not many people were using it, but I made some really good friends here and they’re still with me. The desi Tumblr community cherished me, even though I run an 18+ blog. But over time, Tumblr has changed. Idk why, but there’s been a rise in hate, especially from anons, People are sending hate without even knowing the person behind the blog. You're judging someone based on what you see on their blog or based on your imagination, without understanding what they might be going through.

I’ve seen many of my old mutuals leave Tumblr just because of this hate. So, I want to request all anons, please don’t make someone’s life harder. Make this space safe for everyone, no matter their age. Make the desi Tumblr community a safer and more welcoming place for all.

To the recent anon: you dont know the full story. Someone’s life isnt your tea or gossip. If you have questions, come to me directly, DM me instead of digging through anon asks and disturbing others. And most importantly, don’t disturb or harass any girls here. The world outside isn’t safe for them as it is, lets not make this space unsafe too.

Stop assuming things without knowing the reality. I want to address one last thing: there are many girls here who know me well, and they know the kind of person I am. Don’t spread misleading things about me. If you have a problem with my account, you’re free to block me. I genuinely won’t mind.

[manincaffeine]

I wanna eat her pussy like it’s the last meal of my life, both hands worshipping her tits like holy relics, while her thighs crush my skull like she’s trying to send me to the afterlife, is that too much to ask for?

[manincaffeine]

I'm so hungry, I could eat a brown eyed girl with a mole on her chest.

[manincaffeine]

Have you ever met anyone famous?

Famous like how? Blue tick on Instagram famous or gets recognized at grocery stores famous? I met a bunchfrom Tumblr celebs to politicians, singers, even a Isro scientist who tried explaining satellite communication ( tho i didn't understand) 😂

[manincaffeine]

do you have a girlfriend

Not yet. My standards are unreasonably high, blame the fictional women in my dreams.

[manincaffeine]

Lack of sex and kissing can lead to mental issues

[manincaffeine]

How do you forget someone who exists in every corner of your memory? Her name still echoes like a ghost in empty rooms. Her scent still lingers in places she's never been. Her voice still plays in the quiet, like a song you can’t skip. The streets remember her. the sky remembers her and you, you’re still trying to forget what your soul refuses to let go.

god, please, teach me how to unlove her.

[manincaffeine]

how possessive are you on a scale of 1 to 100.

If She’s mine. Her smile? Mine. Her late-night thoughts, her sleepy voice, the way she tucks her hair behind her ear, all of it, mine. Idc if it sounds too much, I wasn’t made to share something that feels like home. And if someone else makes her smile? I’ll burn that smile right off their face in my mind. Because no one, no one, gets to taste what’s mine.

[manincaffeine]

Having kinky sex is great but having them fall asleep with their head on your chest, curled up in your arms while you run your fingers through their hair is something else entirely.