If Only I Wasn't Ten In 2014 :/

I wish I didn’t see any of these photos

he's so real for that

“if you don’t jump, you look gay” LMAO

TW//

Slight CNC, praise, Pegging, mommy, slight overstimulation

“It hurts, It hurts!” He cried out, more tears stained his delicate skin. His salty tears stained his cheeks as she thrusted into him once more. He cried out, begging for it to stop.

“Shh, take it baby. I know you can” she cooed, wiping the tears that had fallen “you’re so pretty when you cry, baby”

Her thrusts quickened as his soft wrists pulled against the rough rope that bounded them together. More tears fell as he was teetering towards his third orgasm. His body burned and ache but he never wanted this to stop, he never wanted her to stop. He whined once more as his body arched against her.

“Look at you baby, you’re so good for me” she praised, “Last one, come on- let it out, princess. I know you can”

He whined once, his orgasm coming impossibly closer as she continued “You wanna make mommy proud don’t you?” She whispered, softly in his ear

“Yes, Mommy” he barley whispered “I want to make you proud”

“Then cum, princess” she responded, her hand meeting his cock, making him thrust up into her hand “I know you can- look how sensitive you are”

She kissed him and started tugging gently on his cock, sending him over the edge as he came between them. His cheeks were pinked and eyes heavy as he was slowly coming down from his high.

“Good boy, baby” she cooed softly, “mommy’s so proud, princess”

1989 (Taylor's Version) / Wonderland

your own little golden prison cell // gold cage hostage to my feelings // my town was a wasteland, full of cages, full of fences … but for some it was paradise // in the darkest little paradise // I prefer hiding in plain sight // I know places we could hide // I know places we won’t be found // showed you all of my hiding spots // and I am hiding in the curtains // you two are dancing in a snow globe, 'round and 'round // picture of your face in an invisible locket // the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up // you won’t have to cry or hide in the closet // they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns // windows boarded up after the storm // so I peered through a window // I drew curtains closed // I look through the windows of this love // they told me all of my cages were mental so I got wasted like all my potential // all I need is on the other side of the door // we twist in our self-made cages and pray that we aren't right this minute about to make some fateful life-altering mistake // are we out of the woods? are we in the clear yet? // it was the great escape, the prison break, the light of freedom on my face // you’ve come a long way, open the blinds let me see your face // windows flung wide open // step into the daylight and let it go

THIS Spencer whimpers. THIS Spencer begs for you. THIS Spencer has a mommy kink. THIS Spencer loves being put in his place by you. THIS Spencer loves when you edge him. THIS Spencer could eat you out for hours and whines about it when you make him stop. THIS Spencer watches with an open mouth as he pushes himself in and out of you. THIS Spencer is submissive, a munch, and loves to be inside of you.

DRACULA (1931) dir. Tod Browning THE MUMMY’S HAND (1940) dir. Christy Cabanne CREATURE FROM THE BLACK LAGOON (1954) dir. Jack Arnold

almost 3 months and I still can’t believe I was this close to him during robbers 💔

also, me and @maxverstappensflatbrim are permanently traumatized from him approaching those stairs

like actually. that song is my new fave

the unspeakable things i’d do for her (is it over now?)

sorry but it is just so fucking funny to me that dan and phil were 18 and 22 years old and being sappy gay losers on the internet in 2009 and now they have a mortgage. and by "so fucking funny" i mean im goign to put my head through a wall