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@drippinjupiter
Reblog if you're a cuddler.
One of those days where I need you to give me head until im begging u to fuck me🥴
If you call pedophilia a kink please unfollow me and never talk to me again
Isn’t it disgusting that 23 people just unfollowed me
Unfollow me too
this goes double if you call paedophilia a disability. unfollow me twice
and if you call pedophilia an “orientation” or in any way compare it to being LGBP+ you can unfollow, delete your blog, and set yourself on fire.
I just lost 50 followers.. bye
clearing out the trash
GO ON AND S M A S H THAT UNFOLLOW BUTTON
BUHBYE U McNASTIES
I’ve seen this circulating forever and genuinely thought “no way do I have any of them following me” until this week when it turned out I had all these fuckin “MAP” (pedophile) followers sad to find out I’m an “anti” (normal person) Please leave and also please get guinea worm.
I really hope no one that follows me is like this but for real, if you are, please unfollow.
Ditto
In case you didn’t get the message, if you’re into kids unfollow me; if you’re not into kids, reblog this!!!
Buh bye, no thanks
Csa survivor with zero time, patience, or tolerance for pedos/MAPs/apologists/whateverthefuck you sick fucks are calling yourselves.
Just watch baby
I love to watch
Tumblr Code.
If I ever see any of you in public, the code is “I like your shoelaces”
that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything
I’m just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person
must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now!
Remember the answer is: I stole them from the president.
always reblog tumblr identification
This is an absolute tumblr relic. I feel like an archaeologist right now. This is incredible that this is on my dash.
this is from an era long passed
Doing this lol
He takes such good care of me…
Wouldn’t mind a little rough stuff right now🙄🙄
Run your hands gently along my thighs. Kiss and bite my neck slowly. Put your hands under my shirt and squeeze my breasts. Grind your cock against my ass and make me feel how hard you are. Sneak your hands into my shorts and rub my clit. Finger me until I’m a dripping mess. Push me down on my knees and make me gag on your cock. Bend me over and fuck me as hard as you can. Unload every drop of cum in my pussy. Tell me how I’m a good girl while you slowly work your way into my ass. Fuck me while I scream and moan for you. Spank me and tell me to behave. Cum all over my ass and remind me to say thank you. Turn me into your submissive cum slut.
Be mine
Someone
Someone who's gonna make me do what he wants instead of asking.
Someone who's gonna bend me over and spank me till I'm nice and primed so he can teach me what he wants. Who's gonna pull my hair and whisper what a good fucking girl I am and is gonna show me exactly what he does to good girls.
Bully. | One-Shot
Erik Killmonger x OC!Black! Reader | WC: 1059 | Warnings: Cursing.
The New York native peered as she watched her boyfriend’s body lift off the ground, floating in an almost trance-like state. The hand that held the Spaulding basketball let go of the object, effortlessly dropping the ball within the hoop. The layup had been executed so perfectly that she had no choice but to give a generous clap and a small smile. She put her head back down, paying attention to her Instagram feed before a loud voice caught her attention.
“Fuck outta here, nigga! That’s a foul!” The angered male voice yelled. Kiyanne realized that the angry man was speaking to her beloved, Erik. She immediately stood up to her feet as she prepared for whatever was about to ensue. Though the unnecessary calls were made frequently in the game of basketball, this man seemed to be calling more often than usual.
“That’s not a foul bro?! C’mon! Nigga shoulder dead hit my chest on his way to make that bumass layup!” The man continued to try and make a claim.
“Yo, who is this nigga, bro? Son keeps on coming up with a new type of call every game!” Sheik, a familiar man, called out causing everyone on the court and within the nearby distance to laugh. Kiyanne released a hearty laugh, shaking her head as she returned to scrolling on her phone.
“Akeke my ass! Ya’ll been playing with my man the moment we got to this bum ass park.” A grating voice yelled, only a short distance from Kiyanne. The figure angrily made her way down the stands, making a bee-line towards one of the men on the courts.
“Tisha, relax.” The angry man, whose hands were on his knees now, breathed out trying to catch his breath.
“Nah fuck that, Aaron! You just gonna let that bum ass nigga do that to you?!” She exclaimed, her arms and hands exaggerating whatever viewpoint she was trying to create a claim on. “Yo, you! You ever do that to my man again, it’s over for you!”
The “Tisha” person had dug her index finger into the glistening chest that belonged to Erik, immediately causing Kiyanne to make her way down the stands. The tall, shapely figure was quickly forcing the common ordeal into something more than what it was, all due to what appeared to be a sign of disrespect.
Erik’s eyes looked down at the mahogany finger, barely making an appearance in his chest before glancing up to the woman. He chuckled. Obviously this was amusing, considering that the woman was overly defensive about the friendly basketball game. He placed his hand gently atop of the finger, quickly brushing it off his chest.
“Don’t put ya dumbass hands on me!” Tisha barked, shoving Erik in the same place her finger once was. He glanced down again before he looked up at her. His face had now become stoic as his anger began to rise.
“Ayo, get ya girl.” Erik gritted out, still staring at the woman before him. Before Aaron could do anything, Tisha’s hand had attempted to push Erik until a hand gripped upon her wrist. Kiyanne then pushed the hand away from Erik, defensive mode entirely turned on at this point.
“Touch my nigga again, and I’ll show you what’s really good, sis.” Kiyanne gritted out as she stepped in front of Erik. Erik, still growing with anger, more than appreciated the interference for he did not know what might’ve happened if that hand connected with his chest again.
“I’m not ya sis, sweetie. Watch ya mouth.” Tisha replied, in a stern voice.
“Watch ya hands, sis.” Kiyanne smirked, curious as to what the woman might do by uttering the usually endearing term again.
“Yo, can ya’ll get ya’ll girls? I’m trying to finish at least one more game before I dip.” Sheik stated, watching just as all the other men were. Following his statements were several “facts” and “deadass” rolling off of the tongues of the other men.
“Wassup?” Kiyanne smirked, quoting her boyfriend’s favorite battle phrase in the same exact way. Erik smiled before feeling a twitch in his nether region. Tisha only stared at the woman before her, creating a scowl on her face.
Tisha continued to have a staring contest with Kiyanne before Kiyanne’s thunderous laugh interrupted the conflict. Her right hand cupped around her mouth as her laughing continued. Everyone, excluding Erik, stared at her in confusion, not understanding what the joke was.
“Yo you really a clown. You know that?” Kiyanna finally stated, her index finger pointing at Tisha. “Like, you really a bitch. You and your clown ass man. Ya’ll both don’t want these problems.” She waved off Tisha as her thunderous laugh returned, beginning to walk off of the court, no longer committing herself to the issue.
Erik watched his girl, as she walked off. His anger had completely vanished as he watched his girlfriend protect and defend him from the annoying woman. He admired how quickly she came to his side and put “Tisha” in her place. He bit his bottom lip down as his anger grew into a horny state that he was trying to suppress. He only heard a huff before he saw “Tisha” walk back to the stands, the scowl still remaining on her face. Everyone was in observance as they were curious to what might happen next, as the two women shared a short distance range once again. Tisha rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth before putting her attention towards her phone.
“Ahhh. Let me find out Erik got a bully on his hands.” Sheik laughed as he playfully pushed Erik’s arm. Erik continued to stare up at Kiyanne in the stands as he let a chuckle release. She returned as a soft smile back towards him before she directed her attention towards her phone again.
“Yeah, it’s game for me. I’ll catch ya’ll next week.” Erik stated as he jogged towards the stands. He let his dimples show before he caught Kiyanne’s attention with her favorite nickname.
“Ayo Princess.” He bit down on his lip as she looked down towards him. “Let’s go, bully. I gotta beat something up.”
Kiyanne’s hands landed in the middle of her chest as her eyebrows rose, her face growing into an expression of interest. Erik laughed as she quickly gathered her bag, uttering a fast, “you ain’t got to tell me twice”.
A/N: I’m so excited to finally publish some shit. I was nervous for a minute but I hope you guys really enjoy it! This is who I inspired Kiyanne from btw lol.
@sonofnjobu
Tisha can catch this fucking hands.
It’s nobody else’s fault that her nigga can’t hoop.
Yes , to everything about this
MAJOR KEY
Only want a woman that will bring me wisdom!
& is a freak! 🙏🏾
But some people just don't want to know🤷🏽
If She Doesn’t Feel You For Days, You’re Doing It Wrong
I’m not talking just about the fucking and the sexy times and the scenes. I don’t just mean the slaps and pulls, bites and pinches, belts and ropes, licks and thrusts. Oh, the licks and thrusts. Wait, what was I talking about? Oh, yes! I am talking about all of the above, and so much more. I am talking about anything and everything you do. If you’re doing it without passion, if you are going through the motions, you’re doing it wrong. She’ll know it. Everyone around you will know it. Do you kiss her when you walk in the door? Do you lean over and plant a peck on her cheek as you toss aside your coat? Stop that shit. Stop it now. If you’re going to kiss her, grab her by the back of her hair, lick your way up her throat, and then kiss her like you’re trying to save her fucking life. Even if that entire exchange lasts only 10 seconds because you’re in a rush to hop in the shower and get to wherever the hell your ass needs to be next. She’ll feel that for days. Not everyone is good at putting pretty words down on a piece of paper. I get it. Go ahead and buy her a Hallmark card that says everything you feel about her in your heart. But fucking write something personal in it or go home empty-handed. Tell her about the last time she took your breath away. Tell her what you want to do to her the next time you’re alone. Tell her something that can only come from you because she’s yours. Tell her what you think of when you feel her hair in your hand or smell her shampoo. Tell her your fucking dick twitches when she calls you in the middle of the day and laughs into the phone. She’ll feel that for days. Don’t roll over when you get into bed. Grab her hip and pull her into you. Burrow your nose into her neck. It doesn’t matter if all you do after is go to sleep. Do it because she’s the last goddamn thing you want to feel as you drift off at the end of the night. Do it because you want her in your dreams. She’ll feel that for days. Don’t spank her because she asked for it. Spank her because holy shit, that ass. Don’t eat her pussy because that’s what gets her good and ready. Eat her pussy because it’s the only thing that will cure the cancer eating away at your soul. Whisper into her ear every dirty fucking thing about her that makes you crazy. Up your game a bit. Don’t ask her, “Is this what you want? Whose pussy is this?” Fuck. That. Lean over and fucking TELL her that pussy is yours. Because you’ve never felt pussy so good. Because you’ll never stop wanting it. Because all day you can’t wait to get in it. She’ll feel that for days. Long after the sun rises and the soreness wears off and the bruises fade, she’ll still feel you. She’ll feel you sinking into the cracks in her soul and hear the echoes of every whisper as it bounces around her heart. She’ll call you in the middle of the day and laugh that laugh that makes your dick twitch, but what you won’t see on the other end is her blushing and squirming in her seat because she can feel you. Whatever IT is, if you do it like you fucking mean it, like you cannot take another breath without doing it, she’ll know the difference. She’ll feel it forever.
#insightful
i deal with my personal problems the same way i study for tests
i don’t
Sometimes
All it takes is a stern voice and a firm hand.❤
Elegant composition.