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RUIN ME

@desperatefun

Call me M | 18 | they/them | nsfw | Asks open! | Minors, Bigots, Terfs: Do Not interact!! | Please read pinned before Dmming

Just a little description!

BACK FROM BREAK

-this is a nsfw account so no minors under 18!!

-My name is M

-I’m Bi (but I lean towards girls)

-I’m a submissive switch

-This is ofc a safe space for all trans people

-My asks are open please ask me anything and tell me all of your horny needs ;)

- and last if you’re an asshole your getting blocked simple

Hard no’s

-R4PE, SCAT, PISS , AGE PLAY, RACE PLAY, FAT KINK (feeder/feederist)

-PLEASE DONT SEND ME DICK PICS WITHOUT ASKING EXPLICITLY

-my DMs are closed

-Answers are inconsistent and not guaranteed

-Pls don’t try to send me money

-everything is under the tags below!!!

Community Label: Mature

Don't think about cum. Don't think about cum shooting out of a pulsing dick. Don't think about how much you need to stare at that right now.

Community Label: Mature

Sexual themes

I love the buildup right before sex.

Making out, needily rubbing against your partner and feeling them run their hands over your entire body. Stripping ff clothes and pullings someones hips closer to yours. Just feeling a naked body pressed into yours, everything laced with tension and anticipation.

we’re gonna be ok btw

it’s ok if you’re scared. or tired. or unsure. or one million billion other complicated emotions at once. but i’ve decided things are going to be ok anyway. and i will hold that belief close to my heart no matter how scared or tired or lonely or depressed or one million billion other things i am. i will hold onto that. and if you’re scared, you can hold onto me. we can carry each other through

love how she doesn't even bother to ask if crowley has a wife or girlfriend. one look at him and it's clear there is no heterosexual explanation for anything about crowley

Playing with my pretty tits(wish u we’re doing it)

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vi and sevika are proud girlfriends and would definitely wear your lipstick marks anywhere they go