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Bed and Breakfast 🐇🛏️🍳

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Someone made a Maomao laughing maniacally compilation on YT and Jinshi's judging her ass so bad in like half of the clips. Observe:

He may be in love but he sure as heck ain't blind.

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a sitting platypus

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"tumblr humor is only funny to tumblr users" NOT true. those bitches on pinterest love us.

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cat

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Ghost & back tattoos are CANON FOR ME OKAYY 🙂‍↕️

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(More artworks on Patreon ✨ thank you for supporting me 🫶🏽)

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Idk if I posted my fav rat pic here yet. Here it is:

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Back when that Heatstroke trend was grabbing every single fanartist by the dang throat. I liked this Kacchan a lot.

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A genre of Kacchan's that I miss, ngl.

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Tumblr doesn’t count as part of your digital footprint.

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Rope kink W Simon Riley

Simon loved you, there was no denying that. Anyone who knew him could see he was absolutely head over heels for you.

But there were a few little things that he didn’t exactly love, per se. Course, not that he ever held it against you.

One of which being trying to give you head while you squirmed and thrashed like he was torturing you instead of giving you the best head of your life. He tried, trust him, lovie, he really did but it got to a point. And that point was your knee jerking up and smacking him square in the face one night.

Foot to the nose. Pain sharp enough to make his eyes water. You’d gasped in horror, apologizing a dozen times, but all he could do was laugh through the sting and tell you it was fine.

Still, after that? Every time he tried to settle between your thighs again, he flinched. Couldn’t even properly enjoy his meal without wondering if he’d leave it with a bloody nose.

So, he got ropes.

Soft ones, nothing that’d leave marks. Just strong enough to keep your squirmy little ass on the bed where he wanted you. Ankles spread and wrists tied.

And god, it changed everything.

He could finally take his time, slow, wet licks, the flat of his tongue dragging against your clit, the way he liked. No flailing limbs, no sudden kicks. Just your sweet moans and the soft creak of the rope pulling taut every time you bucked your hips.

But it didn’t stop there.

He hadn’t expected the rope to dig up something deep inside him, but it did.

Because soon it t wasn’t just about holding you still. It was about the way the red rope looked in contrast against your soft skin. The way your chest rose and fell faster when he blindfolded you and you didn’t know where his mouth would land next. The way you whimpered when he pulled back right before you came, or didn’t.

He didn’t know what he liked more: the tears you cried from too much pleasure, or the ones that came when he denied you over and over until you were begging. Both? He could do both, for hours.

And now? Now he had his favorite meal tied up, crying for him in the prettiest ways.

And this time, no bruises for him, just pussy drunk bliss. Better than alcohol he’d had.

finally writing againn 😛

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the inner court

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kindly may i marry your telemachus

and/or get him pregnant WHO SAID THATTTTTTTTTTTTTT WHO SAID THAT GUYSSS

( @sillyvanilly10 )

My exams just ended and I see this in my inbox 💀💀💀

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I saw 5hrs video about old MW campaign and couldn’t stop thinking about them again.

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Be considerate to your roommates