#I'm not a fucking mind reader!

[velvetwilde]

What was in the air that day?

[ghost-proofbaby]

can y'all please come into my humble abode and imagine something with me i don't yet have the wits to write a full fledged fic out of (yet)?

so, everyone knows how when you get a tattoo, part of the healing process is the itchy phase, right? and for obvious reasons, you can't scratch it. favored method, in my experience and fellow tatted friends, is to just give it a good old slap.

perfect. so now, with this in mind, can you imagine having gotten a large hip/ass piece, and how mortifying it would be to smack your own ass to soothe that itch? and it's just plain painful. you want your new ink to heal properly - it's gorgeous and you put a lot of time, pain, and money into that damn thing - but it just sucks.

enter best friend eddie.

he loves your new ink. thinks it's fucking sick. nearly creamed his damn pants when he found out you were doing a hip/ass tatt (because how can he ask to see it without being weird? how can he react to that without being weird when he's spent the last several years with the world's most pathetic crush on you?) at first, it's fine. you show him the tattoo in a totally friendly, totally platonic way. he hypes you up, he calls you 'the most metal person he knows'. flourishes you with all the compliments and looks at you with starry eyes out of sheer awe at the way he's managed to snag a person into his life who is just so. damn. cool.

but the days pass by, that new ink begins to heal, and it fucking itches.

when you first proposition him, you're even more embarrassed than he is. stumbling over all your words, the request coming out contorted every wrong way. you don't want to make things weird, but is it really that weird for a friend to help a friend? it is really that weird to ask your best friend to smack your tattoo to help with that itch you can't even really properly reach?

it's just friends helping friends.

and that's the mantra you both repeat to yourselves - as you request the embarrassing favor of him, as he agrees almost too eagerly, as you find yourself face-planted in your bed wondering how deeply you can bury down your shame as he tries to make jokes to make it all a bit less awkward.

it's just friends helping friends, until eddie's hand lands down on your ass with a resounding smack, and that first little whimper escapes your lips.

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

Crowned Prince Shouto who is so very much in love with you, even if it did take a while to come around after the arranged marriage occurred.

Crowned Prince Shouto whose brow creases and eyes twitch every time people in high court mock how plain you are under hushed breaths.

Crowned Prince Shouto who gets absolutely sloshed at a royal banquet to try and drown his anger when he hears a rumor going around that his marriage is unconsummated due to finding you so repulsive before storming off to find you.

Royal Advisor Izuku who rushes off to try and follow, only to hear a shriek coming from your room. When scrambling to investigate if you're okay he finds his master on his knees absolutely devouring your cunt while your receiving chamber door remains open a crack.

[lizziesribbons]

Actress!Wanda Maximoff who didn't win in the category she was nominated in so she is a little bit sad and very angry. So when you try to help her she just pins you down and ask you only one question "can I use you" and obviously cuz of the little slut you are you nod your head like a stupid slut and she uses you all night, fucks you with her fingers, straps, different toys in every position possible until you can't even get up or open your eyes

The next day she would be all like "thank you for letting me use you last night baby"

"you were so good to me last night"

"my good little slut"

And you would be sore and helpless for the whole week

[kazutora-kurokawa]

HC's about your choice and I would like to challenge you to use this song for motivation!

FMRN

TokRev x Reader: Risky Sex

♡ NSFW, needy!reader, fem reader, oral->fem receiving, exhibitionism, sex in Shin's bikeshop, sex in a dressing room, teasing, these men are cocky fr, also Tora has a tongue piercing because I said so ♡

Characters: Shinichiro and Kazutora (separately)

note: as soon as I heard the song I knew what direction I wanted to go with this and I kinda went overboard 😭 Sarah Ilysm for this 🩷 also I proofread this so yea my eyes hurt lol

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Shinichiro

You honestly couldn't help yourself when it came to Shin, especially when he was working on a bike, he always looked so hot when he was focused. As he was about to get up from his place on the floor you ambushed him, positioning yourself in his lap and wrapping your arms around him. He pulled his cigarette out of his mouth and put it out in the ashtray, focusing all his attention on you.

"What is it darling? Feeling affectionate?"

You couldn't even be bothered to respond, too busy grinding against the growing bulge in his pants. He chuckled at your neediness before planting a deep kiss on your lips.

"You sure you want me to fuck you here? Anyone could walk in on us."

Did he really just ask you that? As if he didn't see the desperate look in your eyes, like he didn't feel how hard your nails were digging into his back, itching to tear his clothes off.

"Shin, please!"

"Please what darling?"

"Please fuck me~"

That's all he needed to hear, as a matter of fact, he could live off of those words alone. He undid your pants before pushing you onto the cold floor and undoing his belt. The adrenaline coursed through his veins as the thought of being caught flashed in his head. But that didn't matter, all that mattered was how pretty you looked underneath him and how badly you needed him. He started off slow, setting a pace that only made you beg for him even more. Your whining was his signal to go faster, to go deeper, to be rougher. His hands held your legs down, spreading them as far apart as possible so he could hit every nerve. His cock rammed in and out of you so fast that your legs started to involuntarily close, but he wasn't gonna let that happen.

"Uh-uh sweetheart, don't try to get away. You wanted this remember? You were begging for me to fuck you and now you can't take it? Just be a good girl for me and take it ♡"

Fortunately, you two finished up without getting caught. It also goes without saying that he left you completely satisfied, filled to the brim, and unable to walk properly.

Kazutora

You had been out shopping with Tora all day and you didn't know why, but everything this man did was about to send you over the edge. The adoration in his eyes whenever you tried something on and the endless flow of compliments would've polluted your ego, if they hadn't gone straight to your pussy. You were already on your last straw when you came out of the dressing room in a tight black dress, praying that he'd hold off on the compliments for once.

"You look absolutely stunning angel, I love how you look in that, you'd look even better with it off though ♡"

Your hand gripped the doorway of the dressing room as you felt your legs about to give out on you. There was no way you were gonna be able to hold out until you got home, you needed him now. You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into the dressing room, closing and locking the door behind you.

"Do you have any clue what you're doing to me right now?"

"Of course I do, because I'm doing it deliberately."

"You're such a jackass!"

"I know, but I'm your jackass."

He pushed you onto the bench of the dressing room and was immediately in between your legs. His calloused hands pulled up your dress and pried your legs open, his tongue brushing over your clothed clit as he licked over the wet spot on your panties.

"Look at you, so fucking wet for me princess ♡"

His teeth hooked into the waistband of your underwear, pulling them off of you in an agonizingly slow manner.

"Tora, stop teasing!"

"Okay okay! I'm sorry angel, I'll stop teasing ya."

He gently pressed his thumb onto your clit, rubbing circles and applying more pressure as you got wetter. His thumb was quickly replaced by his tongue and you felt a chill go down your spine as the cold metal of his piercing hit your clit. This definitely didn't go unnoticed by him either.

"Aww angel, do you like it when I press my piercing on your pretty little clit?"

You could only nod in agreement as your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as you grinded against him. His grip on your thighs tightening as you came, leaving the bottom half of his face soaked. Before you could even let what just happened sink in, there was a knock on the dressing room door.

"Ma'am are you okay in there? Do you need assistance?"

"No I'm okay, I'll be out in a second!"

Tora looked up at you with a smirk on his face before kissing your clit and getting up to help you fix your clothes.

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[prismatica-the-strange]

Anakin gives off the vibe of someone just fucked up enough to eat you out on your period. Especially when he lets the whole sith thing finally take over because "You need him" and he "Just wants to make you feel better."

This is the face of a man that gives zero fucks about getting his face bloody if it means he gets to feel your thighs around his head while you beg him for more.

There are very few guys I could imagine doing this, but even pre-sith Ani would give you period head.

If you try to tell him he'd find it gross, the little freak would just laugh and say "I think I'll be the judge of that."

I have this vivid image of him pulling away just enough to grin up at you all bloody, then leave a sticky red kiss on your thigh before diving back in.

He'd get off on it too. He gets off on eating you out anyways, but something about your embarrassment and/or getting to sooth that feeling does crazy things to him.

[trashartgalleries]

Why do people not like bottom male reader content bro!!!!!

WHY DO YOU PEOPLE WANT TO TOP ALL THE TIME?!?!?!?!?!?

WHY WON'T YOU ALLOW ME TO HAVE A PENIS; I ALREADY HAVE A VAGINA?!!?!??

I TIRE OF FILLING THE VOID!!!! 😭

[evergreen-endo]

WE PLAY THE SAME KEYS AT DIFFERENT TIMES — r. kaji.

cw: 18+ mdni, f! reader, car sex, spit. wc: 0.8k a/n: unedited. thought about him on my drive home. enjoy. 

You and Kaji can’t ever just listen to music in the car together.

He really never intended for it to be like this at first— but once it happened the first time, it’s all he could think of the next time he got in his car. It’s the same every time; inviting you for a ride to listen to a tune that’s stuck in his head, one he claims he can’t get rid of until he hears it again. But with him, it can never just be one song. There are too many that make him think of you these days, despite his best efforts to press skip on those in particular. 

He drives around until night falls, and you’ve both shared everything you’ve had on repeat this week. As he pulls onto the highway, the low vibration of his car picking up speed thrums against your thighs, much like the guitar blaring through his speakers. The low light of the city falls on his hands as he steers with practiced motion, heel of his palm flat against the leather. Warm yellow light trails along the veins on his arms, dragging your gaze wherever it touches. It highlights the rim of his features for a split second, long enough to see the way he side eyes you.

He lets out a huff, leaning back against the headrest to hide in the dark, though it’s futile. As he whirrs past the overheads, the light guides your gaze to his thighs, spread lazily even with one foot on the gas, and up, up, up to…oh. It’s only a second that you see it before light rushes past, and you wait on the next street light to illuminate him. It takes its time, stretching slowly over the same path, fingertips to forearms to biceps. A flit of your eyes down, and the car leers onto the exit ramp, light changing its course and missing the bulge of his cock entirely. 

The both of you huff for different reasons, you in disappointment, and him in relief. Not that you can hear each other over the music, anyway.

You spend the rest of the ride bopping your head along and picking up your phone to add songs you like to your own playlist. He’s grateful that there aren’t as many street lamps on the route to your place, so you miss the poorly hidden smirk that plays on his lips. 

Pulling into your driveway, he thumbs at his wheel to turn the music down just as that one song comes on. The one you fucked to the first time he did this; the reason he keeps inviting you to do this. He pauses, sighing, and turns it back up again. You tense, thighs crossing as you hear the click of his seatbelt and squeak of the leather as he reaches over to click yours, too.

Kaji’s breath always comes out ragged— grits his teeth and hisses through them even as his chest heaves for more oxygen. He’s got you bouncing on his cock in his backseat, guiding you to some extent, rough grip on your hips because he really can’t find it in himself to be gentle. Not when you move so perfectly you hit every goddamn beat. 

You’re the perfect melody to him— he has half a mind to lean forward and turn the music down in favor of the sound of you. Ass clapping against his thighs, wet squelching from between yours, breathy moans and gasps and keens. He wishes he could isolate every salacious layer of sound— to savor it, ingrain it into his memory to replay over and over.

The beat of the song slows, just before he knows it’ll build up again. He takes the break to wrap an arm around your waist, effectively slowing the motion of your hips. You whine as he forces you to grind your clit against him, and he hums, captivated.

Using his free hand, he twirls his fingers through your hair, wrapping the strands around to get enough hold to pull you forward, the abruptness ripping a gasp from you. Perfect. Twisting his lips up, he tilts his head forward, letting a glob of spit travel past his lips and drip down onto your awaiting tongue as he plants his feet firm on the ground. With all the leverage in the world, he bucks his hips up into you as the beat picks up again, the heavy weight of his thrusts knocking the air from your lungs. 

It gets hard to move when you squeeze around him, ticks him off that you’re slowing down his rhythm. He just wants to give you what you deserve and you’re always holding him back with that fucking grip of yours. At least, he thinks, you’re giving him a chance to readjust his hips, so he can hit that spongey spot inside you until the song closes out, until all that’s left is the sound of your shared panting.

[moronic-validity]

I have been up for two hours and all I can think about is texting best friend Gaz like dude, fuckin tired. Can't sleep. Weighted blanket missing. SOS.

(just some thoughts bc I'm tired and not used to being awake before 10. 18+ due to a singular comment, but this is self serving fluff)

And Gaz replies, because he always does when it's you.

Be there soon.

You don't even check your phone when it dings, you know he's already on the way.

You try your hardest to try to get yourself back to sleep, but all the blankets and pillows in your house simply don't have the weight to help you relax enough to sleep.

He parks his car next to yours and lets himself in with the spare key you made him (in case of emergencies), and he kicks off his shoes at the door before making his way back to your bedroom.

You were covered in pillows, blankets, and every vaguely soft item you could find.

He snorted. You flipped him off.

He pushed all the pillows and various other items off of you (why the hell did you have a pair of slippers mixed in with all the pillows) and got comfortable, laying his chest across yours.

You sighed happily, finally comfortable enough to fall asleep. He was heavy, warm, and everything about him radiated safety.

"Need me to tell you a bedtime story too?" His chuckle reverberates against your chest and you nod, making him laugh again.

"Alright so, have I told you about the time I fell out of a helicopter?" You can distantly hear his voice as you drift to sleep, a welcome rest after 18 hours of stress.

You wake up at some point later in the day, Gaz's arm wraped around your waist, holding you close. It's comfortable, familiar.

You nudge him.

"Ky... Lemme up, need t' pee." He grumbles, stubbornly pulling you closer against him.

"Kyle, I'll piss on both of us, lemme up." Your threat means little to him. He's been covered in worse and it would just leave you with a mess to clean up.

You sigh.

"Kyle. I can feel your stiffy against my back, lemme up." His eyes snap open and he lets go of you, holding up his hands in surrender while trying to explain the concept of morning wood.

You wave him off, walking to the bathroom.

Single easiest way to make him wake up.

[cumulo-stratus]

UGH look at this WET RAT of a man

[mrsoharaa]

˚₊ ‧ ꒰ა🤍x🖤 ໒꒱ ‧ ₊˚

"If we find you, we get to fuck you right there and then sweetheart"

"Pfft, the city is too vast, that'd be impossible for you, even for you two"

-

And that was your last mistake of underestimating the two overly confident idiots, who had you gagging and moaning shamelessly beneath the nearest bridge. Your soft lips wrapped around Suguru's thick length, taking in all of his pulsing glory down the wet canal of your throat while Satoru impends ruthless thrusts up into your drenched heat. A few powerful smacks against your rear bouncing through the little space beneath the bridge and into your burning ears.

"You should have a little more faith in us baby, otherwise it'll just get you in sticky predicaments like the one you are in right now" Suguru's smooth voice croons with mockery, one hand roughly entangled through your hair to force your eyes to glance up at him, Satoru's boyish chuckle resounding to Suguru's statement.

"So silly of you to think that your two strongest boyfriends wouldn't be able to find their precious little slut in such effortless time" and that had you cumming in ways you had never experienced before. Gargling on Suguru's throbbing shaft as you soaked Satoru's twitching cock with your spluttering juices with muffled cries.

You now knew to never underestimate your two lovers, ever again.

Unless you were feeling bratty and inconspicuous.

[lavenderspence]

PSA FOR EVERYONE!!!

Let this be the only time I talk about this.

But you CANNOT, under ANY circumstances USE MY WORKS OR ANY OTHER WRITER'S WORKS as YOUR OWN!!!

Or USE parts of OUR WRITING/FIC as YOUR OWN!

You CANNOT rewrite OUR FICS TO POST AS YOUR OWN!

You CANNOT DO THAT!

The fact that some people think that just because something is out there it's a free for all deal, you can do with it what you want. Well newsflash assholes, YOU CAN'T!

These things take time to create! Doesn't matter if it's 10 minutes, 2 hours, 3 days or 5 weeks! It's time we could have spent doing something else. Instead, we do something we love and then share it FOR FREE for you to enjoy and daydream about, something to be entertained by!

Tumblr doesn't pay us for our work, and neither do you! So taking someone else's work, posted FOR FREE, claiming it's yours, using it without consent (the hell, using it as a whole because we don't give concent!) is (I'm being as kind as I can here) - disgusting behavior.

I didn't think that in 2024 and especially in this fandom, where there's plenty of space for everyone, I'd need to preach about respecting the writers who are here to bring you good vibes!

The fact that I keep seeing stolen works (fics, gifs) keep hearing about it, see it happen, having it almost happento me? It begs the question, what kind people lurk on this fandom? Like, for real, do you not have some kind of common sense?

This isn't high school, where you go on Google and take something to get a high grade. This is fandom! It's a space where we're uniting to bring each other some joy, create and entertaining each other, SUPPORT each other and talk about the things we love!

And for the people looking to profit from fandom? To make youselves popular by using other people's creations? You all are nasty pieces of work! It's very apparent you haven't had to work hard to create something, or have no understanding of the words "fandom" & "creating"

I absolutely hope your pillow in never cold and your armpits are forever wet and smelly, you all truly deserve it!

If you all want to be haters about this, don't. I'm not dealing with you trying to defend this bullshit💀

[screamingcrows]

what about 17 with dottore bestie? 👀

Bestie I was gonna randomise the prompts buuuut it's a great prompt so I'm doing it 💙 "There is a fine line between stupid and genius"

It's established relationship kinda? There's a very tasteless plot point lmao, drugging in a sense but it's not reader on the receiving end.

Steam caressed your skin as you brought the cup to your lips, eyes focused on the man in front of you. You saw him swallow once, twice, before setting down the fragile procelain with more care than he usually showed you.

It was a rare occasion that you both have time to sit down, nevermind the nerves swirling around in your gut. It was fifteen minutes before The Regrator would arrive. Fifteen minutes before the future of your project, and in turn your position under Dottore, would be determined.

"You're afraid," Dottore's voice was gruff, taking another sip before continuing, "he will know the moment he steps foot in here, and you'll be all the more sorry for it. He despises people who fail to keep a level head."

A frown tugged at your lips, trying to will your hands to stop their incessant trembling.

"But-"

"Don't start on that," the dismissal in Dottore's voice had you feeling like a scolded child, "Pantalone is well aware of his own hypocrisy, pointing it out will only sour his mood further."

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath and mentally trying to get all the important pointers in order. Dottore had made you rehearse those three minutes over and over to the point where you swore they must've been burned into your mind.

"Good, deep breaths. The tea is brewed to his tastes, I've handed in all reports in a timely manner as of late, he's sustained no significant losses, the beast should be as agreeable as he gets."

The sight of your rough sketches spread across the wooden coffee table made you wince. Were the measurements off? Did they even have use for a weapon like this?

It didn't look particularly presentable either, the graphite lines smudged in several places. Your fingertips brushed against them, trying to reassure yourself that Dottore had encouraged this, and he wouldn't entertain poorly thought out ideas.

"What if he refuses to fund it?"

"We've already discussed this, you retain your current position and-"

"And I can try to polish it before attempting again..."

Hail clattered against the window, the dark skies outside perfectly encapsulating your current hopes. It wasn't so much that you wanted to be Dottore's equal, you weren't delusional enough to think it possible, but the chance of seeing pride warm his garnet eyes once more had your stomach doing flips.

Before you could slip further into the trenches of your mind, you felt the couch dip and the familiar heat of his body against yours, an arm unceremoniously circling your shoulders and tugging.

"A rejected project isn't the end of the world."

Dottore gave your shoulder a small squeeze, a little too tight to be comfortable, and you had to hold back a chuckle at his somewhat endearing attempt. Resting your head atop his shoulder did help to soothe your nerves, if only-

"Can't you do the talking? You know the technical details as well as I and have more experience negotiating with him, not to mention the question of rank-"

"And how do you hope to get experience if you refuse to try? I said that I'd support you, not that I'd coddle you," there was a sternness to his voice that would've made your toes curl in any other situation, "and in the unlikely situation he brushes you off due to rank..."

Your shoulders slumped as you curled a little closer, eyes drifting back to the golden liquid swirling in the fine porcelain.

"Then I watch him drink his tea and regret it."

Dottore's fingers were wrapped around your chin before another heartbeat could pass, digging into the soft skin as he angled your head upwards, the beaked mask nearly taking your eye out.

"What?"

How you wished he hadn't put on the mask yet, seeing his eyes widen in disbelief was such a rare occurrence, and from how his chapped lips had parted, you'd wager disbelief would shine clearly in them.

"You said we'd get back at him if he was mean, so I did some preliminary work," a small chuckle left your lips along with some of the unease that had gnawed at your bones.

Right. You would have the last laugh no matter what.

"I- that," Dottore fumbled for but a moment before letting out an almost tired growl, "what did you do?"

Small giggles rippled through your body as he pushed you to the side, reaching forward to snatch a cup. You could see him bring it to his lips, this time inhaling the steam.

"I didn't poison it, not really anyway, just added a laxative."

The snort that left you was downright disgraceful, but little did you care, not when The Second jolted as he did, almost sending the cup flying before turning to you with a sneer.

"There is a fine line between stupid and genius, and this, darling, has to be the most idiotic thing you've done. We have been drinking it as well," he practically spat out the words, only encouraging your amusement.

Seeing him this frustrated was well worth the trouble of having kept the petty revenge plan secret. You simply grinned, wiping tears from your eyes as his hand tangled gently in your hair, the subtle concern for not messing up your appearance right now making your heart flutter. The punishment for keeping him in the dark would come later and be all the sweeter for it.

"It's not in it's active form, it won't work unless the catalyst is also consumed," you gestured to the plate of sweets atop the table, "so we have nothing to worry about. I haven't had any tea, so I'll eat some and offer him if it comes to it. You simply pass and we'll be safe."

The groan that slipped past Dottore's lips had warmth blooming in your chest, his hand loosening it's grasp before gently stroking your hair. Decently proud of the little insurance, you relished in seeing how his frustration died out, and the fond tone of his voice.

"Little vixen..."

You leaned into the touch of his gloved hand as it came down to fondly hold your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin.

The loud knocks against the heavy door was enough to have every muscle in your body tensing, every shred of confidence slipping through your fingers as Dottore rose to open it.

You saw him grasp the handle and look back at you, signature grin in place, baring the pointed teeth that so often left marks in your flesh.

"Well? Do we greet a Harbinger sitting down?"

Frantically you scrambled to stand at attention, nearly knocking over the table in the process, the sound of Dottore's rumbling laughter when he opened the door doing little to make your now prominent blush fade.

[teddybeartoji]

trans chuuya busting a nut when he uses the strap on you…. he cums so quick by accident he cant help himself, the way it rubs against his clit and seeing you underneath him crying out already on his dick just drives him insane… do you understand me please-

I- NONNIE. WHA- HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM I THINK I JUST CAME IN MY PANTS ACTUALLY WHAT THE FUCKKK OOOOOHHHH THIS IS PERFECT HE'S SOOOO PERFECT,, HE LOOKS SO PRETTY ON TOP OF YOU TOO LIKE HE'S SO, SO RED HE'S BLUSHING ALL OVER AND HIS PUPILS ARE BLOWN WIDE AS HE STARES AT YOU WRITHING FROM PLEASURE BELOW HIM THAT ON IT'S OWN IS ALMOST TOO MUCH FOR HIM:(((((( AND WHEN YOU TELL HIM THAT HE FEELS SO GOOD INSIDE YOU????? MMMMMM HIS HEAD LOLLS BACK AND HIS JAW FALLS SLACK, HIS HIPS STUTTERING AGAINST YOUR AS HE PUSHES HIMSELF FLUSH TO YOU, HIS ORGASM HITTING HIM SO HARD THAT HIS WHOLE BODY SHAKES AND IT'S LITERALLY THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SIGHT EVER AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NONNIEEE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM

and then he just collapses on top of you and he's hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he tries to catch his breath and it gives you the perfect opportunity to play with his hair as he does so... fuuuuuck i need him okay i need him like i need air like i need water i need to suck him off so fucking bad

[crazed-flower]

You know what, i have wanted for so long to write a Leon Kennedy x daughter reader or sibling reader but it's straight PLATONIC AND FLUFF OR ANGSTTTTT

But now i'm scared to do it, this people in leon Kennedy x reader tag is starting to scare me with the non-con, r*pe, and incest shit. Please, i couldn't even fantasize me as a daughter, fucking my own dad, even in fictional. It's gross and very very disgusting. And yes i AM blocking you all, who ever make them.

[de4dlyniightshade]

i need more criminal minds writer moots:(((

(translation: i need friends.)