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ilovet1ts · 2 months
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some of my fav nsfw twitter links🤭🤭🤭
view at your own risk ;)
Some overstim
Idk but this is goood
strap fucking at its finest
douple ended strap
squirting
pussy slaps <3
would love to be waken up like this
fingerin’ <3
more overstim
i will add more soon😘😘
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lizardindisguise38 · 10 months
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hiii (with an intention to be a total goof and love you forever)
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litta-jpg · 7 months
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butch entrapment
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sassymoon · 1 year
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U know what. Heaven is actually when a butch is laying on your chest, feeling safe and happy and you scratch their head with ur long nails. If you even care
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late-night-jams · 3 months
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In classic Jam fashion late night tummy Tuesday posting!! Had quite a bit of fun with this one >//W///<
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Ok maybe some underneath too~~
As a treat ^w^
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Genuinely very pretty dress I've really come to have fun with. Thanks for the confidence yall!
Maybe I should show off the possible boob window too.. if people reallywanted it ;p
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Tags!! pretty much all mutuals however if you'd want to be added, send an ask! Always up for bothering cool people who consent!
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Thank you all for your support, it's meant the world
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i am capable of living and doing things on my own. but i don’t want to. maybe i don’t necessarily need someone else to be complete, but self-love can’t replace companionship, whether platonic or romantic. my love language is physical touch. i can’t cuddle myself. i can’t kiss my own forehead. i want someone to walk down the street with me with our hands entwined. i want someone to hold me when i cry. i want someone to let me sleep in their arms, to run their fingers through my hair while i drift off to the sound of their heartbeat, or even their voice. it doesn’t matter if it’s from a friend or a partner; either is fine with me. i just need casual affection from someone. anyone. please i just need to feel safe and loved
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14fucks · 2 months
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of course ill pay for your nails baby as long as i get to feel them digging into my scalp as i eat your pussy later tonight
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v-tired-queer · 1 month
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When I was younger I thought I wanted to be That Girl with long dark hair, bold red lips, and lashes for days who wore all black and could do anything in a killer pair of heels, but actually it turns out that I just really, really wanna kiss women like that
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something that's always been a life goal of mine is to write the kinds. of love letters that make the sun rise. i want to make my lovers feel so thoroughly seen and adored that it chases out any doubt that they may not deserve it, or that they can't be desired, or that there is something about them that bars them from being held and warmed. i want to write the kind of letters people keep by their bedside even if we break up, not necessarily because they miss me but because they are proof even in the darkest of times that love is real and that they've tasted it and that they'll taste it again. the kind of writing that has heat like the soft glow of embers is, again and again, what i gravitate towards, and is what i hope to put out.
i often sign off "love, always." and it often doesn't mean "i will always love you." it means, what i am giving you now is yours forever, to keep and warm your hands by.
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cerise-on-top · 2 months
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how long do you think it takes Kate and Valeria to day ‘I love you’ to their s/o’s? love ur stuff fyi!!! 💚
Hello! Thank you for liking my stuff, I hope this is enjoyable to you as well! I think it would take the both of them quite a while to say it!
When do Valeria and Laswell Finally Say “I Love You”?
Valeria: It would take her a while to say it. I mean, once she’s with you, she’s already smitten, but she says “I love you” in different ways that aren’t just saying those three words. Valeria courts you with lots of gifts, that much is true, but the closest thing you’ll ever hear from her that resembles a “You have my heart, I love you more than the sun loves the moon, than the ocean loves the land” would be her spending a day with you where she isn’t spending copious amounts of money on you. But that’s not what you asked. Valeria will tell you that she loves you when you’re feeling insecure since she never says it, but on her own accord? It would likely be a year or longer into your relationship, on one of those nights where the two of you are lying in bed together, just talking about your lives, what you’ve been through and how it’s shaped you as people. Just venting your worries, voicing your appreciation for each other and how you’ve helped one another. It’s during such a night, when you’ve gone quiet for a moment, that Valeria would hold you close and tell you, in a voice softer than what you’re used to normally from her, that she loves you.
Laswell: Like Valeria, she shows her love for you through different means. While she may be a gift giver as well, she also shows you how much she loves you by doing anything you may or may not ask of her. From chores, to walking your pet, to cooking you some stew when you’re sick. Laswell doesn’t say that she loves you from the get go either, it would take her several months to a year for her to say it. But when she does, it doesn’t seem like a special moment to anyone else. You’re probably hanging up your freshly washed clothes while she’s sitting at the table, a cup of coffee in hand. Laswell would get up, give you a kiss on your cheek, and tell you that she loves you so very dearly. She was overcome with adoration for you during that moment and needed to show you that she loves you. It’s afterwards that you get a lot more I love yous from her. Not on the daily still, but they would be more common. She will always, and I mean always, accompany her I love yous with some form of affectionate gesture, regardless of whether it be a kiss to your temple, a hug from behind, or a small lovely rose she found in a flower shop. You will always be taken care of and loved.
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melodydolohov23 · 6 months
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Feeling very gay today, very homosexual
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litta-jpg · 11 months
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they're so lesbian pride flag coded. to me
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ilovet1ts · 2 months
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woke up all wet
bummer that there isn’t a hot girl next to me to take care of it :(
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crazy-freak · 15 days
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❝You snuck into her camp... ❞ part 2!!
❗MDNI 18+❗
☞⚢WLW ABBY ANDERSON⚢☜
content warning: BIT CHEEKY
❀ description: ❀ NONE LOL
You almost whine at this compromising position. Its suggestive, your arms tied behind your back, your face inches away from abby’s crotch. She must know how uncomfortable you feel, her eyes lighting up as a smirk stretches across her chiseled face.
"Leave us." She asserts, her tone unwelcoming of arguments. Your eyes scan over what you can see, and when you turn your head you watch as the loyal, dog-like soldiers retreat from the room without a whisper. You dread locking eyes with abby again, so when you turn back, you keep your gaze on the floor. The hall now being empty, is intimidating beyond belief.
"Look at me." Abby's smooth voice says, her tone so calm its alarming. You know Abby's not calm, and you're aware of the fact that she's playing nice just to coerce you. And in a feeble attempt to disobey her, you refuse. The cold air spreads goosebumps along your skin, as you squeeze your eyes tighter, gnawing on your chapped lips. Your body is still shaking softly, the short denim shorts that hug your thighs offering no comfort. Abby inhales sharply, frustration evident in the action.
Strong fingers grip your chin unsuspectedly, and you gasp, immediately trying to rip yourself from abby's grasp. Her thick fingers are warm on your skin, as she forces you to look at her, panic swirling in your wide eyes.
"There we go." She assures, an almost proud look shimmering in her eyes. You hate the way you bask in it. Her fingers move off of your chin, trailing over your head and brushing down the flyaways jutting out from your messy locks.
She strokes your hair gently, running her fingers carefully through your knotty hair, her eyes admiring how your hair looks when it catches in the light. You settle slightly, allowing her touch to melt the tenseness your body was trapped in. You let your eyes flutter shut, your lashes kissing your cheeks as you relish in her attention. This moment is a contrast to herself, and you know that. You know that Abby is not soft, or sweet. She's a machine, a force not to be messed with. Yet, you permit yourself to be lost in the moment of weakness, selfishly uncaring of your possible demise.
Her fingers curl around a thick section of hair, and she tugs, hard enough for a sharp pain to erupt on your scalp, and your eyes to burst open.
"What the fuck?" You snarl, eyes narrowed anger. You should have suspected that the bubble of kindness she created would burst. Her grip only tightens in your hair and you squint. "You think you could just sneak into my fuckin' city to sell your bunk drugs, without consequences? All because I played with your hair?," She sickeningly laughs, "Come on baby don't be daft." She growls, her jaw hard, her eyebrows furrowed, the playful smirk wiped from her face. Even her body posture has changed, her arms tense and strong, a vein pulsing on her neck. Now you can see the inhumanity in her eyes, the unmerciful ruthlessness.
"I told you," You begin, voice hoarse, "To fucking kill me already."
She scoffs, annoyed and intrigued with your pure stupidity.
She yanks you up by your hair, the pain burning your head like hot fury, and forces you to sit on her spread thighs. Your fight her, moving like a worm on a hook. You're really pissed off now, cussing and insulting abby and you whip your head around, your hair flipping about audibly. Your legs are spread, as your wrestled onto one thigh. This new position is worse then ever before, the pressure against your core threatening to make you delirious. You have to get up, so you continue to struggle.
"Fuckin' stay still." She grunts, and yet you continue to thrash, ignoring her command. Big mistake.
One hand grabs your hips cruelly firmly, the other wrapping around her throat. Her massive fingers dwarf your own strong neck, as she compels you to stop.
Her nostrils flare, her eyes looking up at you in this new position.
"You're fucking dumb, baby. Your not even trying to save yourself." She murmurs, fingers pressing harder on your throat and hip with each word. Your breathing is slightly interrupted, causing you to pant, your eyes watering.
She just rolls her eyes at you. "You're pathetic." Abby moves, adjusting herself in her throne, accidentally bumping her muscular thigh against your throbbing core, tearing a whine from your throat and cursing you to the depths of embarrassment.
Shit, I'm such an idiot. You think to yourself as your eyes well with more tears that you stop from falling by fluttering your lashes. Your not looking at abby, your eyes on the roof. You know she won't like this, but you can't bear to look at her.
Its a shame you missed her reaction, her normally unbreakable cold nature faltering, as her eyes had widened and her lips had curled into a surprised but knowing smirk.
The hand on your throat squeezes, and she evilly moves her thigh again, forcing you to whimper.
"I told you to look at me." She snaps, the hand on your throat leaving and moving to your other hip. You slowly look down at her with a guilty look on your face.
"Beg for your life." she hisses.
You sigh, before opening your mouth to begin begging when you let out a groan instead, her hands guiding your wet pussy along the hard plane of her toned thigh.
"Fuck." You stutter.
And the cocky bitch just smirks. "Go on." She purrs, her voice teasing and dripping with satisfaction.
You gulp, swallowing your pride. Her hands continue to move as you speak, "Please don't kill me." Your practically slur, using all you focus to not let your eyes roll back.
She laughs, her eyes scanning over your quivering frame. "Oh come on baby, you can do better then that." She announces, her grip tightening as she speeds up the pace.
Your legs are shaking, and honestly, your pleasantly surprised at how good she is making you feel.
You scoff, even though it sounds more like a desperate sigh, rolling your eyes at her arrogance.
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✎AUTHORS NOTE!
so uh I got bored and I didn't finish this but I wrote it ages ago when I was high and its mad cringe anyways lol bye
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raggedles · 3 months
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i love going out and getting spoiled!! i love when ppl carry my bags!! i love when people open doors for me and give me a smile!!! i love when we people kindly w other ppl and offer random smiles to strangers :)
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