if nothing else, colin ford’s getting his fingers between your legs. swapping spit and playing with your hair, that sweaty and tentative hand is slipping down, nails awkwardly catching on the folds of your clothes. his wrist twists on the way down to cup your mound, the heel of it pressing firmly into your clit under your jeans, swiping up your slit to push your denim seam into you. pads of his fingers clumsily roll over your bud, n you can feel a wet patch in your crotch. he’s humming with approval into your mouth when your tongue slides against his in that way he likes. recycling breath from your noses makes you dizzy n drunkenly lull with his movements. your knees spread subconsciously when his one hand comes to—somehow—unbutton your jeans all clumsy, pulling the zipper down shyly. he sighs through his nose when he raises his shoulder, straightening his elbow to leverage the plunge into your tight pants. flat hand wedging between the fabric and you so he can get at your bare sex, itching to taste that velvety tissue with the pads of his fingers, gravitating towards your slit in a boyish display of neglecting your clit bcos he’s just too excited to get to fingerbanging a hole.

i can’t wait to be 30 i’m gonna be 85 still writing on tumblr

i’ve been thinking about depp wonka for years. he wants me. anyways 25 is cool asf happy early bday

you must be new here

is it perhaps this cos it wasn’t technically me

willy wonka calls u rly outrageous and obnoxiously long pet names. pinches n wags your lil nose when he says, “my little chocolate-covered strawberry cream crepe.” in that lofty melodic tune he does. he’s relatively reserved when it comes to vulgarity, he tends to rely on romance and domestic intimacy to prove to you his attraction. chaste but lingering touches on your waist when he presses you to his chest, peering at you with that calculating gaze - makes you feel like he can see right through you. he lets you babble to him when you get nervous, n he looks remarkably cool and confident when he watches you do it, glancing down at your lips so casually. sometimes he can be kind of a creep, always fingering a lock of your hair to bring to his nose for a whiff of your shampoo. wandering eyes getting caught scanning your figure when you walk away. he likes laying on your sides on the bed, seated behind you, rocking into you with a comfortable hand palming your ass cheek, kneading it into a spread while hes got his teeth on your ear n neck. just wet sounds n panting in the dark bedroom

i’m gonna take a bite out of him when he gets home

you sent this in when u saw me post like 2 things in the dead of night ur a real one anon hope u slept well