People That Want To Be Manhandled By These Arms Are Sick. *coughs*

people that want to be manhandled by these arms are sick…. *coughs*

LATE BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANDREW LINCOLN!!

How do writers build up courage to post their work? Artists too, it’s so scary:,)

black or blue pens / hoodies or crew necks / winter or summer / cats or dogs / piercings or rings / day or night / spring or autumn /paperback or hardcover / coffee or tea / listening or playing / moon or sun / sweet or spicy / markers or pencil crayons / cds or vinyls / patches or pins / eyeliner or eyeshadow / apples or bananas / soup or stew / couch or bed / rock or pop / potatoes or pasta

@bleed-ing4u @v1rtualv4mp @zirconika

Anyone who wants to join!!

@bitchboy tagged me in a this over that: building edition tag game (do all these and then add one on at the end) but it's getting really long so um. im doing it here lol

black or blue pens

hoodies or crew necks

winter or summer

cats or dogs

piercings or rings

day or night

spring or autumn

paperback or hardcover

coffee or tea

listening or playing

moon or sun

sweet or spicy

markers or pencil crayons

cds or vinyls

patches or pins

eyeliner or eyeshadow

apples or bananas

no-pressure tagging: @bsideheart @raytoroinmybackpack @lalallorona and whoever else wants to join in

I might go see The Bikeriders at the cinema alone next week. First time going alone!

AAGHHHHHHH THEI IS SOEKEKWKQKW

IM AT SCHOOL I XANT I CANT AAWEIEOEOEOEOEOEPPPPOEOEOEPRPQOQOWKKENWALDOCUYFNTGYKEPSUVRNEGITOEPWJWBGCUBBENDJEOWJEJWJ

THIS IS SO GOOD STOP SOTPE EI NEED MORE OF THIS I NEED MORE OF DARYL COMING BACK AFTER FRANCE EIEKWLQOW

I LOVE U @shadowybasementmiracle FOR SENDING THIS DURING SPANSIH CLASS AAAGHH

im thinking about old man daryl. the final boss of dilfs.

he comes back from france an entire decade older, with a now noticeable limp in his leg, grey taking over his beard and streaking throughout his hair. hes got wrinkles around his eyes and decorating the sides of his mouth. hes gone from rough and muscular to round and soft, his abdomen now lacking rock-hard abs and adorning the typical dad-bod. though his muscles had decreased in size, his biceps were still big enough to flat out crush someones head, arms now increasingly more hairy as years went by.

you’re still so young, still so pretty, he almost couldn’t believe that in the time that he had been gone for, it seemed like you hadn’t aged in the slightest, from the way you practically threw yourself into his arms, almost knocking him swiftly to the ground.

theres times when he feels selfish about it, keeping you stuck here with someone like him when you should be out mingling with someone that’s within your age range, someone that you could grow old with.

but most of the times he can’t feel anything except pure love and lust, not being able to keep his old handsy hands to himself for even a second.

he doesn’t feel shame when his eyes rake up the entire length of your body, watching you do anything simply because of the sickening way your hips swayed, stuck in trance just by the way they moved.

he doesn’t feel shame when you straddle his lap, cupping his face and stroking his beard as you kiss him gently, hands groping and squeezing everywhere they could reach.

he doesn’t feel shame when helping you out your clothes, ogling your bare flesh and brushing fingers against any ‘new’ scars, kissing and biting on your neck like a starved man.

he doesn’t feel any shame when watching you sink down easily onto his cock, so wet and tight that it made his head spin. the feeling of your cunt gripping around him was something he hadn’t felt in a year, something he had only been able to dream of experiencing again.

he doesn’t feel any shame when he holds you down, squeezing your hips as his cock twitched, groaning softly as he pumped ropes of warm white right into you, the first of many more loads.