“Charles Is The Level Headed One.” MY Charles. The One Who Threw A Chair In A Random Direction As

The model son

Forget me nots are his flower I will not take criticism. Also deer motif has nothing compared to Arthur Morgan dog motif. That man is a hound through and through

how could you not love the guy

Ah yes, the 3 genders. Male, female, and “what the fuck are you, a cop?”

Cw: depression

Soap comes home one day expecting his wife to greet him at the door with his favorite meal and a kiss on the cheek. He hadn’t been gone long, only a few weeks, and you knew when he was coming home.

The house is dark when he opens the door despite it being evening. It smells faintly of unwashed clothing. Shades drawn tightly over the windows, the residing plants wilted and dying. Not dead yet, he notes.

“Honey?”

Johnny hates the way his voice cracks slightly when he calls out to you.

Making his way through the house, he eventually reaches your room. He knows then, from the clothing all over the floor and the pile of books on the bed where you are. He knows from the forgotten glasses of water on the dresser and the empty wrappers of miniature candy where you’ve been. In your head.

He finds you in the bathroom, sleeping in the bathroom tub. You wake when he lifts you, silently leaning into him. Despite his exhaustion and his hunger, he strips you of your clothes and runs the water warm. Kisses upon your shoulders as you remain silent, dark imprints under your eyes showing your own fatigue. It’s only when he has you lathered in bubbles and running his hands through your hair to make sure it gets clean that he dares to ask what happened.

“It got bad again, Johnny.”

His hands don’t pause their work through your hair, simply moving down to massage the muscles in your neck.

“I got you now.”

I’m finally brave enough to start reading Ghoap fanfics and I am actually scared

in horse world they diagnose you with Suspiciously Chill Disorder if youre not extremely anxious all the time

An: yeah, I'm aware the 3-month rule is more American than English. Let me have my fantasies.

Simon's already decided to marry you. The one tradition he can't shake is that rule that digs under his skin - a ring worth 3 month's of his salary. A hefty order, really.

Then after a friend of yours is gushing over her guy's choice, a gaudy, over-sized piece. You look him straight in the eye when the two of you got home and say, "I don't understand why people do that. That is practically 3 months worth of rent."

His mind flashes back to his mum's ring - quaint little stone with a simple band. She loved that ring, always felt guilty he couldn't bury her with it.

When he finds himself in a foreign country, staring down at a jeweler who keeps shoving the more expensive ones in his face, he spots it.

The metal looks tarnished, like it was a trade-in. The stone is barely bigger than a grain of rice. Your face when you see it tells him all he needs to know - you love it.

He talked about getting it cleaned and you glared at him, saying it would destroy the character of it. He dragged his hand over his face to hide the grin that brought to his lips.

Of course you would love the character of it. His scars and fucked up nose are the two things you gush over constantly.

mayhaps soap with lovebird?

Which of you bastards took a bite out of him? Thank you for the request!

My favorite kind of balls is the ones that have so much loose skin they hang… especially when it’s fresh from somewhere hot, like a bath, so they’re even more relaxed. The swing…. the heaviness

I’m not sane. Not anymore 😪

Price coded....

I know that man's got low hanging fruit, makes you lay on the edge of the bed and warm them in your mouth while he tugs on your tits. Doesn't need to see the way your tongue darts out to lick over the seam of his sack to know you're enjoying yourself. He can see the way you're starting to slick between your legs, the way you press your thighs together to try and relieve some of the ache. If he were a selfish man he might make you stop and take his own pleasure licking you clean, but the hum of enjoyment that rattles through your chest is enough to keep him where he is. Purring like a lazy cat and sucking at his heavy balls without a care in the world to what he might want.

Laving your tongue over the loose skin, opening your mouth wide to suck both balls in, trying to lick the base of his cock. Pulling back only enough to suckle at the heavy weights that hang from him. Ooooooooh that man's got hair too, plenty to wiggle your tongue through and bury your nose in. Makes you feel accomplished to tug at the skin and see the dark hair darken further with your spit, slicked to his balls like he's fresh from the shower. He'll give his cock a few lazy pumps just to keep himself nice and hard for you, for when you decide to stop squirming those pretty hips and let him do his job. But for now you can have your fun.