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hello!
you can call me gabi, or dragonfly if you wanna be cute
20s. fem. she/her
i can't commit to any requests but i can certainly peep ideas!
18+ 18+ 18+ mdni !!
this blog was made in 2024 but i've been on tumblr since 2012!
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a gift from me to you, as well as a way for me to keep track of my favourite works on tumblr <3
warning: most of these are graphic and nsfw, so read with caution.
i stay awake and grind my teeth, i go to bed and walk around, around, around inside my head
Johnny offers to shovel sidewalks and stairs for a lot of reasons.
One is just to have something to do. Post discharge with a hole in his head, he’s left without a sense of purpose. The tremor in his hands and his trouble controlling his mouth makes him less desirable for employers.
Another is for the community contact. He likes getting to know all his neighbors. All the old folks, the parents with little kids running around, the single people who work from home.
But the best part is that you’re the last house on the block. So when he’s all done, you insist on inviting him in, offering to make any hot drinks he fancies, sliding a plate of biscuits in front of him. He gets to watch you putter around the kitchen and basks in your scent, fantasizing about getting to live like this every day.
And you keep your hamper in the bathroom, which makes it really easy to get his actual payment for services rendered.
worlds slowest fanfic author tries really really hard
Price who groans low and heavy when he grinds his cock deep into your weeping cunt. You gasp and nearly choke when you feel the tip of his dick rubbing against that soft little pink ring under your womb.
“There we go— that’s the kind of welcome-home-kiss Daddy wants from now on, baby.”
Your teeth are sunken into the pillow under your head, the wet slap of his balls against your puffy cunt lips audible under all of your whimpering.
“Poor thing. Can’t take it when Daddy’s knocking on your nursery door, lovie? Been saving up all these months I’ve been away, darl’. Got a nice, warm load that’ll make y’feel all better…. You just gotta let. Daddy. In.”
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the morning after with ghost
Dr Robby stay off that motorcycle I'm already at our chalet in Alberta waiting.....
Psych eval: yeah he's fit for duty
Ghost the second he steps foot off base:
Sorted
wait, i'm sorry, i'm supposed to believe that former butcher and renowned 'diy til i die' knife pervert ghost didn't do his own fucking top surgery after falling down a research hole and realizing he has the skills, anatomical knowledge, and insane pain tolerance to pull it off himself?
literally his only regret was not recording himself doing it. god knows how much money he could've gotten off perverts on the internet for the footage.
i bet Abbot has the biggest corruption kink ever. and it's a tinderbox in a burning room when he finds a sweet, by the books student he slowly ruins with his chaotic warzone medical knowledge and seething disregard for protocol. nudges her into his way of thinking with snide little encouragements and the tantalising idea of saving people without all the red tape wrapped around their necks like a noose.
and maybe the problem is that he sees a little bit of himself in you.
(a bit, of course, because the reality is that he just wants an excuse; needs something to make the clog of day after day a little more bearable after a lifetime of looking over the edge a beat too long. misery needs company, after all—)
and you have all this hunger he can recognise, find kinship with. but unlike him, you have nothing to feed it when you're too busy tripping over red tape. starving yourself on scraps and highlighted text.
you need someone to help you curb that appetite, but you'll never find the answers buried in a book.
so he teaches you how to take protocol between your hands and twist it around until it fits between your fingers, sits on your skin like a glove. and it's a beautiful sight to see the way you look to him for the answer first. always. unquestionably trusting when he shows you something off the cuff. stabs at the heart of the problem instead skirting along the outside as mandated, like helping a teen get an abortion or skipping the line to save a life.
and it's easy to tell himself it's for your own good when he tucks you under his wing, dragging you closer to the edge with him.
Dr Abbott if you can hear me... Save me Dr Abbott... If you can hear me...
ahead of No Kings I'd like to give you some tips and tricks I've picked up along the way:
Shut up. Tell your emergency contacts where you are going, and that's it.
Shut up x2. No posting. Not even to Tumblr, or reddit, or wherever you think you're anonymous.
Make your plans ahead of time with your people and then leave your phone at home.
Don't let anyone take photos or videos of you. This includes friends, and the others.
Your face is a target. At night, reflective tape on your hood, the collar of your shirt, even your cheek bounces light back from flashlights and camera flashes.
Umbrella.
A Fox 40 is nine bucks, and nothing cuts through a bunch of noise like that shrill ass whistle.
If it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, but swears it isn't a duck... it's probably a duck.
Mob mentality is dangerous on all sides. Be smart.
For anyone who might need it. Special emphasis on the shut up part. No one on social media should know where you are or what you are doing.
