☆ dyketales ☆

oh, you think im pretty? why dont you fuck your hand about it.

If I’m in love with you I always need to have a hand on you idc how much even if it’s just my foot against yours I need that SKIN TO SKIN ALWAYS

Knight whose polycule has an archer, smith, and swordsperson. Call them a polyarmory

Thembo boytoy butch thing should be my job

fucked that you can’t fix other people especially when you really care about them. Oh so im just supposed to be there for you while you suffer. like a useless cunt gargoyle

The worst days of my life would've been slightly improved by a cunty gargoyle who's on my side.

Exactly.

what the fuck do you mean “overstimulated” I acted like that because I absorbed all the noises and stress and textures from the grocery store because I’m an empath

I want to tease my silly puppy until he turns into a crying and whining mess for me

Thinking about nuzzling my lips and nose over another dyke's belt and the seam of their jeans. Finally burying my face against their groin as soon as they unbuckle their belt and unzip their pants. Breathing in the faint scent of our shared detergent, their cologne, and their musk. Mouthing over them through their underwear till the fabric is damp from my mouth and their arousal until they've had enough and push down their underwear and press me against where they need me the most. Letting me lap up their arousal while I moan and get impossibly close, wrapping my arms tight over their thighs so I can get my tongue everywhere I can reach.