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gracie, she/her, twenty, professional slut, ghost’s cocksleeve, pathetic man enthusiast
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There is no way of accidentally doing a nazi salute twice in a row while the entire world is watching. This man needs to be killed
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edit as you write. use adverbs. use said. outline. or don’t. plot it. pants it. make a mary sue. who cares! just write whatever makes you happy. that’s all this is about. be happy in what you make.
can’t believe tiktok is actually getting banned, twitter is infested with bots and brainworm-infested musk bots, facebook is king of QAnon, instagram caught the plague from facebook and is dying a slow death in real time… and as the dust settles… only Miss Tumblr is left standing… failing upwards once again
where's that speed skating gif
perv femmes whose hands are always creeping up your shirt or unbuttoning your pants. perv femmes who will push their tongue into your mouth on the first kiss. perv femmes who guide your hands exactly where they want you to grope and squeeze. perv femmes who look like they’re going to eat you every time you change in front of them. perv femmes who will happily take all their clothes off just for your attention.
fucking bellamy blake and john murphy at the same time😔🫶 cw; smut, fem!reader (gimme a hair tie & two mins alone with them and i’ll genuinely change their lives <3)
murphy grouses at your every movement, pinching your hip as you shift beneath him and his cock drags backward against your walls, the movement helped along as bellamy tweaks your clit and your cunt dribbles slick.
your legs twitch and close inward, stopped short on their journey as murphy wedges his pelvis between your legs with a grumble. he bends forward at the waist, nudging at your throat with that curved nose. you hiccup, half heartedly complaining, fingers splayed over his shoulders.
bellamy rolls his eyes, slipping out from beneath you to muscle in beside murphy, halting his movements.
