UPDATE
As you might’ve noticed, i haven’t really been posting bc i’ve in like a writers slump or whatever they call it. i also haven’t been really active but don’t worry yall i love you still sm!!
no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponent al, logarithmic, while i g
💭when it came to sex, wilbur didnt really care about physical appearance. He was far more interested in the chaos you carry within. The way your eyes gleam when you're plotting something, the defiance in your voice when you're backed into a corner... thats what he truly liked.
💭 the first time you saw professor william gold, he was standing outside the faculty building beneath a jacaranda tree. the air smelled of warm stone and rain. violet petals were scattered across his shoes. he was holding a cigarette between his fingers, —>
It seems everyone needs a reminder that going into Wilbur’s instagram comments and posting biting gifs and saying “pls don’t bite me 🥺” DIRECTLY makes fun of the victims and makes you look like a piece of shit