Moths & Butterflies

It's hard for me to have a crush on anyone because my standards are higher than Mount Everest

“girl dinner” and it’s just a guy with duct tape over his mouth and bound wrists

“my body is a temple” bitch my body is the murder house you’re gonna die in there

Wanna be murdered by a cute blue haired man who desperately needs therapy and a hug.

It's an accident, something that happens in the heat of the moment. You're riding the high from him letting you take control. Don't touch is the only rule, but then his hands are sneaking onto your waist, forcing you down onto his cock. without thinking, your hand rears back, swooping down to make harsh contact with James' cheek. His head snaps to the side, eyes wide. your palm tingles, and you feel an apology itching at your throat, but you wait for his reaction. it takes a moment for James to come to his senses, and you anticipate to see annoyance burning in his eyes, but there's none. instead his pupils are blown, and his eyes are heavily lidded. curiously, you take a gamble, and you slap him again. his other cheek this time. he lets out a reedy sigh, and he can't help but rut up into you.