ask me about my day but start eating me out while I try to tell you all about it

Because I never shy away from a challenge, I'm ready to really compromise myself on this website: if this post reaches the goal of 150 notes (yes, that little!), I'm going to post images of myself getting fcked by this umbrella in a tight black skirt. You can like, reblog, and comment to get my attention, encourage me, or even offend me really. Anything goes! Want to see this pretty pvssy work? Spread this post!! 🌂💕

oh to be a pretty persons cockwarmer, filling my tight little holes with your cock and holding my hips still so i cant actually bounce on your cock. slowly rolling your hips into my pussy and shushing me as i whine for more stimulation. make me lay there desperate for more as you lazily slide in and out of me. start playing videos on your phone for us to watch, laugh at me when i moan at every twitch and movement of you in my cunt. just use me please please please

Actually no i need to be chased and hunted down like a prey animal. That would fix me

2 weeks till Christmas...

hello, okay, so.

we have 2 weeks until christmas officially.

i'd like to be open for any and all cliche requests to write OUTSIDE of right person wrong time. i'm talking holiday headcanons of any holiday, happy ones, sad ones, things that could only happen in a lifetime movie.

let these be the gifts under your metaphorical tree

Need to find gay bars to go out to just to get dressed up together, him in his leathers and studs, and me in something pretty and pink and revealing that he picked out for me. Hand on my hip and kissing the back of my neck, breathing in the perfume that he bought for me, and making sure I can feel the strap he’s going to rail me with afterwards. I help him with his hair, and he helps me with my makeup. I wanna be pretty on my butch’s arm or his lap, giggling and sipping from a fruity cocktail. He holds me so comfortably in his possessiveness; anyone who can see us - and they definitely will be looking at us - would see how deeply we belong to each other. And when he finally takes me home, I’m tipsy and giggling, and he’s desperate to make a mess out of the femme he just dolled up.

why did i check my account and theres four p*rn bots following me. is there is bot apocalypse happening again

It's a tragedy no one is gripping my hips and bouncing me on their cock/strap right now

I offer myself to be used at a games night as a scoreboard for the players to keep track of every round. Once we run out of space on my arms and legs, they can str¡p me and scribble all over my thighs, my belly, boobs and back. I'll walk around naked, covered in numbers and scratches, leaning over the gamers' laps as they spread my butt cheeks to take notes with a sharpie. But it's only when the competition is over that I realize: all this time they were marking which parts the champions of each round would get to fck. Sometimes sole winners, sometimes teams of players, they all get in line and chat casually as they wait their turn to claim the prize. Everybody with a sharpie in hand, of course, so they could tag their names on the last place left to sign: my face.

can't stop thinking about how bad i wanna be pregnant. it's just eating away at my brain until my only thoughts are how bad i wanna feel my girlfriend cum inside me when i'm not on birth control. i wanna go off of it so bad, want to feel their baby swell inside me, the weight in my pelvis when i could go into labor any second.

fuck, i want them to knock me up. i need to be a dumb, pregnant bunny whose only job is looking cute and having mommy's baby 🥺❤️

rainbow dash applies for a job

i accidentally started getting into a longer fic (ludwig) because of an ask i got so my brain power is going there. i'd also like to admit that i'm going through a small obsession with mr anthony slime and having to cool it by drinking water and staring at the sun for long periods of time

so there's that admission into the world.

Thinking about. Being curled up in bed with my puppybutch. And he’s being soo sweet and gentle and cooing over his bunny femme, reassuring me he’s just my sweet puppy, nuzzling my boytits and sliding a thigh between mine. Shushing me as I start to whine from him sucking on my tits and rutting his tdick against my thigh, telling me that he can’t help it, he’s just a puppy that needs his favorite toy

when I was a kid for some reason I thought Lola Bunny's last name was "Rabbit" and that she was actually Jessica and Roger's daughter. And the reason she wasn't in the original Loony Tunes is just that she wasn't born yet

I mean can you blame me. Look them and look at her. She's got a good blend of both of their features.