Girl If Only You Knew How Dumb You Two Look. This Simply Goes Back To You Two Pushing Your Fans To The

Girl if only you knew how dumb you two look. This simply goes back to you two pushing your fans to the side for a man who obviously didn't want you enough to not go to a girl with a better pussy. Stay fucking mad. Don't know why you're still on here, when all your asks come back to your ex. If you don't want us to comment on shit don't post it online. It's pathetic, just like you are. Seems i was wrong, you and that bitch meg do have something in common. Both pathetic

You really thought you ate.....Hun i need to obviously teach you a few things. 1. i have over 100 followers. My page hasn't been on Zach in LONG fucking time. come back to me after you get over your little obsession. Damn. Anything for a man who wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire. 2. MEGS************ 3. she's anything but pathetic. She's one of the best people along with @bloodlinemadness i've met on here. I love that you care enough about my page to go back MONTHS, but maybe keep that level of stalking away <3

4. @darkenedroses-world they on a high horse or some shit i swear.

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6 months ago

๐ŸŽถ๐Ÿคโœจwhen u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (positivity is cool)๐ŸŽถ๐Ÿคโœจ

Hi baby!!!! hmm

Earned it -The Weeknd

Viva la Vida - Coldplay

Somebody told me - The Killers

Pretty little devil - Shaya Zamora

The water is fine - Chloe Ament

Love you baby!!


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5 months ago

hey lovelyyyy can i have some Smii7y content pleaseeee im feigning for ittt like something where its maybeee high school? and theyโ€™re pining but one is obvi more down bad for the other secretly? if you can pleaseee thank youuu๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’•

Hey lovey!!! what kind? like a story, or headcannons???


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6 months ago

ah itโ€™s actually 6 a.m here where i live (donโ€™t even ask me why iโ€™m still not sleeping hahaha but i will soon!) but my day was okay, weather is gloomy and i felt super sleepy all day, had rice and pork for dinner which was yummy, hopped on a game and played for a few hours, so thatโ€™s how it went! how is/was yours?

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Mine's good! it's almost 10:30 here, so almost time for me to go to bed (I'm an old lady, and i'm tired lol). other than that it's good! made some dinner for me and the hubby, and had a long bath, now i'm just writing!!

6 months ago

Who I write for

Hey babies I'm back to writing!!

Who I Write For

๐Ÿ…ต๐Ÿ…ฐ๐Ÿ…ฝ๐Ÿ…ณ๐Ÿ…พ๐Ÿ…ผ๐Ÿ†‚

๐“ฃ๐”€๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ๐“ฝ, ๐“ฆ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ต๐“ญ ๐“ฆ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“”๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐“ช๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ (๐“ฆ๐“ฆ๐“”), ๐“ข๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ผ, ๐“ž๐“พ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“‘๐“ช๐“ท๐“ด๐“ผ, ๐“‘๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ญ๐“ฐ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ท, ๐“–๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ญ ๐“–๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ต๐“ผ, ๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐”€๐“ช๐“ต๐“ด๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ญ, ๐“ข๐“พ๐“น๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ท๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“พ๐“ป๐“ช๐“ต, ๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ฅ๐“ช๐“ถ๐“น๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐““๐“ฒ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ฎ๐“ผ, ๐“•๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ฝ & ๐“•๐“พ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ผ, ๐“—๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ฝ๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“น๐“น๐“ฎ๐“ป, ๐“—๐“ช๐“ถ๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ท, ๐“’๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ถ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ช๐“ต ๐“œ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ผ, 13 ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ผ ๐”€๐“ฑ๐”‚, ๐“จ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ฝ๐“พ๐“ซ๐“ฎ, ๐“ฃ๐”€๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฌ๐“ฑ, ๐“‘๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ด๐“ผ.

Who I Write For
Who I Write For

๐Ÿ†ƒ๐Ÿ††๐Ÿ…ธ๐Ÿ…ป๐Ÿ…ธ๐Ÿ…ถ๐Ÿ…ท๐Ÿ†ƒ

๐“๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ฌ๐“ฎ ๐“’๐“พ๐“ต๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“’๐“ช๐“ป๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ต๐“ฎ ๐“’๐“พ๐“ต๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“”๐“ญ๐”€๐“ช๐“ป๐“ญ ๐“’๐“พ๐“ต๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“”๐“ถ๐“ซ๐“ป๐”‚ ๐“’๐“ช๐“ต๐“ต ๐“”๐“ถ๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ฝ๐“ฝ ๐“’๐“พ๐“ต๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“™๐“ช๐“ฌ๐“ธ๐“ซ ๐“‘๐“ต๐“ช๐“ฌ๐“ด ๐“™๐“ช๐“ผ๐“น๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“—๐“ช๐“ต๐“ฎ ๐“Ÿ๐“ช๐“พ๐“ต ๐“›๐“ช๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ ๐“ก๐“ธ๐“ผ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ฎ ๐“’๐“พ๐“ต๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“ข๐“ช๐“ถ ๐“ค๐“ต๐“ฎ๐”‚ ๐“ข๐“ฎ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ ๐“’๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ป๐”€๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป

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๐Ÿ††๐Ÿ…พ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…ป๐Ÿ…ณ ๐Ÿ††๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…ด๐Ÿ†‚๐Ÿ†ƒ๐Ÿ…ป๐Ÿ…ธ๐Ÿ…ฝ๐Ÿ…ถ ๐Ÿ…ด๐Ÿ…ฝ๐Ÿ†ƒ๐Ÿ…ด๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ†ƒ๐Ÿ…ฐ๐Ÿ…ธ๐Ÿ…ฝ๐Ÿ…ผ๐Ÿ…ด๐Ÿ…ฝ๐Ÿ†ƒ (๐Ÿ††๐Ÿ††๐Ÿ…ด)

๐“๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ป๐“ช๐“ญ๐“ฎ ๐“๐“ท๐“ฐ๐“ฎ๐“ต ๐“–๐“ช๐“ป๐”ƒ๐“ช ๐“’๐“ธ๐“ญ๐”‚ ๐“ก๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ผ ๐““๐“ช๐“ถ๐“ฒ๐“ช๐“ท ๐“Ÿ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐“™๐“ช๐“ฌ๐“ธ๐“ซ ๐“•๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“พ ๐“™๐“ฎ๐”‚ ๐“ค๐“ผ๐“ธ ๐“™๐“ฒ๐“ถ๐“ถ๐”‚ ๐“ค๐“ผ๐“ธ ๐“›๐“ธ๐“ฐ๐“ช๐“ท ๐“Ÿ๐“ช๐“พ๐“ต ๐“›๐“พ๐“ญ๐”€๐“ฒ๐“ฐ ๐“š๐“ช๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ž๐“ถ๐“ธ๐“ผ ๐“ก๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ๐”‚ ๐“ž๐“ป๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ท ๐“ก๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“ช๐“ท ๐“ก๐“ฎ๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ท๐“ผ ๐“ข๐“ช๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ผ ๐“”๐“ผ๐“ฌ๐“ธ๐“ซ๐“ช๐“ป ๐“ข๐“ธ๐“ต๐“ธ ๐“ข๐“ฒ๐“ด๐“ธ๐“ช ๐“ฃ๐“ช๐“ถ๐“ช ๐“ฃ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฐ๐“ช

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๐Ÿ†‚๐Ÿ…ท๐Ÿ…ฐ๐Ÿ…ผ๐Ÿ…ด๐Ÿ…ป๐Ÿ…ด๐Ÿ†‚๐Ÿ†‚

๐“’๐“ช๐“ป๐“ต ๐“–๐“ช๐“ต๐“ต๐“ช๐“ฐ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“˜๐“ช๐“ท ๐“–๐“ช๐“ต๐“ต๐“ช๐“ฐ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“š๐“ฎ๐“ฟ๐“ฒ๐“ท ๐“‘๐“ช๐“ต๐“ต ๐“›๐“ฒ๐“น ๐“–๐“ช๐“ต๐“ต๐“ช๐“ฐ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“œ๐“ฒ๐“ฌ๐“ด๐“ฎ๐”‚ ๐“œ๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ด๐“ธ๐“ฟ๐“ฒ๐“ฌ๐“ฑ

Who I Write For

๐Ÿ…พ๐Ÿ†„๐Ÿ†ƒ๐Ÿ…ด๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…ฑ๐Ÿ…ฐ๐Ÿ…ฝ๐Ÿ…บ๐Ÿ†‚

๐“‘๐“ช๐“ป๐“ป๐”‚ ๐“™๐“™ ๐“œ๐“ช๐”‚๐“ซ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ด ๐“™๐“ธ๐“ฑ๐“ท ๐“‘ ๐“ก๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ฝ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ญ๐“ฐ๐“ฎ ๐“Ÿ๐“ธ๐“น๐“ฎ ๐“—๐“ฎ๐”‚๐”€๐“ช๐“ป๐“ญ ๐“ก๐“ช๐“ฏ๐“ฎ ๐“’๐“ช๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ท

Who I Write For

๐Ÿ…ฑ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…ธ๐Ÿ…ณ๐Ÿ…ถ๐Ÿ…ด๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ†ƒ๐Ÿ…พ๐Ÿ…ฝ

๐“‘๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ฌ๐“ฝ ๐“‘๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ญ๐“ฐ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ท ๐“’๐“ธ๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ท ๐“‘๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ญ๐“ฐ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ท ๐“ข๐“ฒ๐“ถ๐“ธ๐“ท ๐“‘๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ฝ

Who I Write For

๐Ÿ…ถ๐Ÿ…พ๐Ÿ…พ๐Ÿ…ณ ๐Ÿ…ถ๐Ÿ…ธ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…ป๐Ÿ†‚

๐“ก๐“ฒ๐“ธ

Who I Write For

๐Ÿ†ƒ๐Ÿ…ท๐Ÿ…ด ๐Ÿ††๐Ÿ…ฐ๐Ÿ…ป๐Ÿ…บ๐Ÿ…ธ๐Ÿ…ฝ๐Ÿ…ถ ๐Ÿ…ณ๐Ÿ…ด๐Ÿ…ฐ๐Ÿ…ณ ๐““๐“ช๐“ป๐”‚๐“ต ๐““๐“ฒ๐”๐“ธ๐“ท ๐“๐“ฎ๐“ฐ๐“ช๐“ท ๐“ข๐“ถ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ

Who I Write For

๐Ÿ†‚๐Ÿ†„๐Ÿ…ฟ๐Ÿ…ด๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…ฝ๐Ÿ…ฐ๐Ÿ†ƒ๐Ÿ†„๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…ฐ๐Ÿ…ป

๐“’๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ฎ๐“ต ๐“’๐“ป๐“ธ๐”€๐“ต๐“ฎ๐”‚ ๐““๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ท ๐“ฆ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ข๐“ช๐“ถ ๐“ฆ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“™๐“ธ๐“ฑ๐“ท ๐“ฆ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป

Who I Write For

๐Ÿ†ƒ๐Ÿ…ท๐Ÿ…ด ๐Ÿ†…๐Ÿ…ฐ๐Ÿ…ผ๐Ÿ…ฟ๐Ÿ…ธ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…ด ๐Ÿ…ณ๐Ÿ…ธ๐Ÿ…ฐ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…ธ๐Ÿ…ด๐Ÿ†‚ ๐““๐“ช๐“ถ๐“ธ๐“ท ๐“ข๐“ช๐“ต๐“ฟ๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“”๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ณ๐“ช๐“ฑ ๐“œ๐“ฒ๐“ด๐“ช๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“ผ๐“ธ๐“ท ๐“๐“ฒ๐“ด๐“ต๐“ช๐“พ๐“ผ ๐“œ๐“ฒ๐“ด๐“ช๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“ผ๐“ธ๐“ท ๐“ข๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฏ๐“ช๐“ท ๐“ข๐“ช๐“ต๐“ฟ๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“ฃ๐”‚๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“›๐“ธ๐“ฌ๐“ด๐”€๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ญ

Who I Write For

๐Ÿ…ต๐Ÿ…ฐ๐Ÿ†‚๐Ÿ†ƒ & ๐Ÿ…ต๐Ÿ†„๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…ธ๐Ÿ…พ๐Ÿ†„๐Ÿ†‚

๐“‘๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ช๐“ท ๐“ž' ๐“’๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ท๐“ธ๐“ป ๐““๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ฌ ๐“ฃ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ฝ๐“ฝ๐“ธ

Who I Write For

๐Ÿ…ท๐Ÿ…ด๐Ÿ…ฐ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ†ƒ๐Ÿ†‚๐Ÿ†ƒ๐Ÿ…พ๐Ÿ…ฟ๐Ÿ…ฟ๐Ÿ…ด๐Ÿ†

๐“๐“ฒ๐“ฌ๐“ด ๐“๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“ผ๐“ธ๐“ท

Who I Write For

๐Ÿ…ท๐Ÿ…ฐ๐Ÿ…ผ๐Ÿ…ธ๐Ÿ…ป๐Ÿ†ƒ๐Ÿ…พ๐Ÿ…ฝ

๐“๐“ช๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ท ๐“—๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“ช๐“ผ ๐“™๐“ฎ๐“ฏ๐“ฏ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ผ๐“ธ๐“ท

Who I Write For

๐Ÿ…ฒ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…ธ๐Ÿ…ผ๐Ÿ…ธ๐Ÿ…ฝ๐Ÿ…ฐ๐Ÿ…ป ๐Ÿ…ผ๐Ÿ…ธ๐Ÿ…ฝ๐Ÿ…ณ๐Ÿ†‚

๐“๐“ช๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ท ๐“—๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐““๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ด ๐“œ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฐ๐“ช๐“ท ๐“ข๐“น๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ก๐“ฎ๐“ฒ๐“ญ

Who I Write For

13 ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…ด๐Ÿ…ฐ๐Ÿ†‚๐Ÿ…พ๐Ÿ…ฝ๐Ÿ†‚ ๐Ÿ††๐Ÿ…ท๐Ÿ†ˆ

๐“™๐“พ๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ท ๐“•๐“ธ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐”‚ ๐“œ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ฐ๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐”‚ ๐““๐“ฎ ๐“›๐“ช ๐“’๐“ป๐“พ๐”ƒ ๐“ฃ๐“ธ๐“ท๐”‚ ๐“Ÿ๐“ช๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ต๐“ช ๐“ฉ๐“ช๐“ฌ๐“ฑ ๐““๐“ฎ๐“ถ๐“น๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐”‚

Who I Write For

๐Ÿ…ฐ๐Ÿ…ผ๐Ÿ…ด๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…ธ๐Ÿ…ฒ๐Ÿ…ฐ๐Ÿ…ฝ ๐Ÿ…ท๐Ÿ…ธ๐Ÿ†‚๐Ÿ†ƒ๐Ÿ…พ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ†ˆ ๐Ÿ†‡

๐““๐“ช๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ฎ๐“ต ๐“ฅ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐”‚๐“ช๐“ป๐“ญ ๐““๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ด ๐“ฅ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐”‚๐“ช๐“ป๐“ญ

Who I Write For

๐Ÿ†ˆ๐Ÿ…พ๐Ÿ†„๐Ÿ†ƒ๐Ÿ†„๐Ÿ…ฑ๐Ÿ…ด

๐“’๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐”‚ ๐“ข๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“”๐“ญ๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ฎ ๐“ฅ๐“ก ๐“™๐“ช๐“ด๐“ฎ ๐“ฆ๐“ฎ๐“ซ๐“ซ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“œ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ด๐“ฒ๐“น๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ข๐“ช๐“ถ ๐“–๐“ธ๐“ต๐“ซ๐“ช๐“ฌ๐“ฑ ๐“ข๐“ฝ๐“พ๐“ป๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ธ๐“ต๐“ธ ๐“ฃ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“น๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ฝ๐“ผ ๐“ฅ๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“พ๐“ช๐“ต ๐“ฅ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“พ๐“ป๐“ฎ

Who I Write For

๐Ÿ†ƒ๐Ÿ††๐Ÿ…ธ๐Ÿ†ƒ๐Ÿ…ฒ๐Ÿ…ท

๐“‘๐“ฒ๐“ฐ ๐“Ÿ๐“พ๐“ฏ๐“ฏ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐““๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ถ ๐““๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ฒ๐“ญ ๐“–๐“ฎ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฐ๐“ฎ ๐“๐“ธ๐“ฝ ๐“•๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“–๐“ป๐“ฒ๐”ƒ๐”ƒ๐”‚ ๐“š๐“ช๐“ป๐“ต ๐“™๐“ช๐“ฌ๐“ธ๐“ซ๐“ผ ๐“Ÿ๐“ฎ๐”ƒ๐”ƒ๐”‚ ๐“ข๐“ช๐“น๐“๐“ช๐“น ๐“ข๐“ถ๐“ฒ๐“ฒ7๐”‚

Who I Write For

๐Ÿ…ฑ๐Ÿ…พ๐Ÿ…พ๐Ÿ…บ๐Ÿ†‚

~๐“—๐“ช๐“พ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ/๐“—๐“พ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฎ (๐“—.๐““ ๐“’๐“ช๐“ป๐“ต๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ท)

๐“ก๐“ฒ๐“ธ ๐“ฉ๐“ช๐“ญ๐“ฎ ๐“œ๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ญ๐“ธ๐”€๐“ผ

~๐“‘๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ฏ๐“ช๐“ฎ (๐“”๐“ฟ๐“ช ๐“’๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ฎ)

๐“ข๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ช๐“ผ ๐“ฆ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฝ ๐“๐“พ๐“ฐ๐“พ๐“ผ๐“ฝ

~๐“ฃ๐”€๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ฎ๐“ผ (๐“๐“ฟ๐“ช ๐“—๐“พ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ฐ)

๐“๐“ต๐“ฎ๐” ๐“ฅ๐“ธ๐“ต๐“ด๐“ธ๐“ฟ ๐“ก๐“ฑ๐”‚๐“ผ ๐“›๐“ช๐“ป๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“™๐“ธ๐“ผ๐“ฑ ๐“’๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“’๐“ฑ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ช๐“ท ๐“—๐“ช๐“ป๐“น๐“ฎ๐“ป

~๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ญ๐“ป๐“ช๐“ฐ๐“ธ๐“ท ๐“ผ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ฏ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ผ ๐“ถ๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ผ (๐“”๐“ฟ๐“ช ๐“’๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ฎ)

๐“ฆ๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐“๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฎ ๐“๐“ช๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ท ๐“œ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ฌ๐“ธ

~๐“๐“–๐“–๐“–๐“ฃ๐“œ (๐“ ๐“ฐ๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ญ ๐“ฐ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ต๐“ผ ๐“ฐ๐“พ๐“ฒ๐“ญ๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ถ๐“พ๐“ป๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ป (๐“—๐“ธ๐“ต๐“ต๐”‚ ๐“™๐“ช๐“ฌ๐“ด๐“ผ๐“ธ๐“ท))

๐“ก๐“ช๐“ฟ๐“ฒ ๐“ข๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ๐“ฑ


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6 months ago

Sam + body worship ๐Ÿฅบ๐ŸคŒ๐Ÿผ

THIS MAY BE ONE OF MY FAVOURITE ASKS EVER. YES THIS IS HAPPENING

Sam + Body Worship ๐Ÿฅบ๐ŸคŒ๐Ÿผ

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2 months ago
๐“’๐“พ๐“ป๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ต๐”‚ ๐“Ÿ๐“ต๐“ช๐”‚๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ:

๐“’๐“พ๐“ป๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ต๐”‚ ๐“Ÿ๐“ต๐“ช๐”‚๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ:

~ ๐“’๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ธ (๐“‘๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ฎ ๐“”๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ฑ)

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Hi, I'm Star!! Most of you should know me from my fics, mostly my WWE fics! 21+, She/her, Straight.

MDNI!! Almost all of my fics (or my fic rec's) are 18+. Unless something is explicitly marked as fluff, please assume it is all smut!

"Are you crazy?" "worse" "what is worse" "In love"

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Hiatus Status: Active (not on hiatus), actively writing and roleplaying.

Requests: Currently Open! Might take awhile to get to yours since I have to finish my actively writing, but I will get to you :)

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1 month ago

Too Big

Too Big

Song rec:Candy shop (50 Cent ft. Olivia)

Warnings:MDNI BEYOND THIS POINT.ย  Smut. literally just pure smut if the title didnโ€™t indicate it. Oral (fem giving), gagging, Swearing (Is that really a warning anymore, all my stories have it lmao), SLIGHT VERY SLIGHT use of teeth (not enough to injure), slight Manhandling (But papi can manhandle me anyday), Use of pet names (Papi, mami, mi amor, puta (Slut in spanish))

A/N Note: Hey lovelies! I know I know, I've been gone too long. I think itโ€™s just a thing I do now lol. But its been exactly 17 days since yโ€™all got a masterpiece from me, courtesy of me being fucking clumsy and cutting open my finger, and then practically murdering my own foot. But, hereโ€™s your masterpiece for the nextโ€ฆhmmmโ€ฆmillion years.

JK, I love all of you. Especially you wifey <3 @bloodlinemadnessย 

Further links: Wishyouloveme (Main blog) Pairing: Luis Berrios Martine Jr. โ€œDamian Priestโ€ x fem! Reader

Further information: Requested, timeline is while he won his belt (Cause lets all be honest, he never shouldโ€™ve lost it)

TAG TIME: @hannah-h-pleb

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Too Big

Oh my god.

He had done it.

He had finally fucking done it.

He had been wanting this from day one, and he had finally done it.

He had finally won his first world title, and with barely any help from the judgement day. He has finally done it. You were now married to a world heavyweight champion.

You kind of figured this meant you wouldnโ€™t see him until the wee hours of the morning, no doubt wanting to celebrate even though heโ€™s known itโ€™s coming for the past few weeks, So you easily settle into the pillows of the shared king size bed, that Damian had practically begged you two to get because โ€œheโ€™s big and he needs space.โ€ That wasnโ€™t really a lie on his part, he is big, in more ways than one, and he does need space. But just because he needs it doesnโ€™t mean he gets it. Most of the time heโ€™ll wake up to you curled into his side late at night, because he hadnโ€™t been home in weeks, and you just missed his scent, his body, justโ€ฆhis everything/ Pulling out the book you had been reading from under the pillow, where it had slipped in your utter happiness for the fact of your boyfriend winning the title. Thankfully, you had the sense to bookmark it before launching it. Opening it to the page you had left on, the words fly past your eyes. Usually you loved to read, but tonight the words werenโ€™t sticking like they did. Like they were supposed to. Instead of the words, you were imagining your husband's hands, the way they wrapped around that belt..oh god. You just wanted him home. I mean, yes, it is selfish, but also, you donโ€™t care. But, you donโ€™t want to ruin his night out. So instead, you send him a quick and simple text.

โ€˜Hey handsome. So proud of you tonight! Have fun with the group, call me if you need a ride or anything at all. Love you!โ€™

But, before you could hit send, you hear the front door open, and feel confusion flood your senses. You knew you had locked the doors earlier when making dinner, โ€˜cause you had music on blast and wouldnโ€™t hear the door. So the only way someone could get in was a key, and the only people who had keys were you, Damian and your parents, and the man himself. Thinking maybe your mom had come over to congratulate Damian, you stand, pulling a hoodie over the sports bra you had on. Donโ€™t wanna flash your mom, even though sheโ€™s seen everything already, multiple times over the years.

Making your way down the stairs, you shiver a little at how cold the hardwood floor is. Another thing you have to bring up to your husband at some point, either heated floors or carpet. As you round the last stair, you hear the clinking sound of keys being deposited into the bowl next to the entrance. Your heart speeds up as you round the corner, and your body baulks surprisedly. This was definitely not your mom. โ€œBaby!โ€ Your eyes were wide, definitely not suspecting him to be home already.

He lets out a small chuckle,ย  shrugging off the jacket you had bought him months ago that looked so good on him. โ€œMi amorโ€ He all but groans out, quickly wrapping his arms around you, burying his face in your neck. The sight was downright laughable. This 6 '5 giant hugging what looked like a gnome next to him. You wrap your arms around him, scratching at the back of his neck like you always did. โ€œYou did so fucking good today.โ€ You whisper into his ear, planting a small kiss below it. He lets out a small groan, and you feel something bulky against your upper stomach. You break away from the hug slightly, your breath hitching when you realize heโ€™s broughten the belt home with him. You let out a practically silent swear at how fucking good your husband looks right now. Fully black clothing, his hair done up in fresh braids, which he no doubt got done for wrestlemania, the gold belt hanging low on his stomach. He lets out a small chuckle, no doubt taking you in the same way. The smaller shorts that you had thrown on after your shower, the hoodie that looked fresh out of the laundry and somehow like itโ€™s been in the closet for months on end at the same time. He gently swipes his thumb over your hip bone, kissing the edge of your jaw. โ€œYou get all dolled up for me?โ€ His voice was low, strained like he was holding back on something.ย 

โ€œNo, actually. I thought it was my mom.โ€ You admit with a small laugh, and continue. โ€œI just had the sports bra and shorts on while watching Wrestlemania, which I'm so proud of you for.โ€ You say softly, leaning up and tugging him down softly, kissing him, trying to pour how proud you were of him into the kiss. He responds in earnest, tugging you closer to him, one of his hands going to red on the side of your head, the other trailing down your spine to your ass, resting there.

You kept kissing him, gently bringing a hand up to his braids, which you could tell werenโ€™t as tender as they were when he left. You were still careful running your hands through them though. He lets out a pleasured groan into your mouth, pushing you back against the wall that separated the entrance and the kitchen. He breaks away, exhaling as he kisses all over your face. โ€œI couldnโ€™t have done it without my amazing wife behind me through every step.โ€ He said, his voice going slightly emotional. You gently caress the side of his face, practically tearing up yourself. โ€œI didnโ€™t do anything. I just believed in what was already there.โ€ His face changes a little, and then heโ€™s kissing you again. A fast, hurried kiss, like he couldnโ€™t get enough of you fast enough. His hands go up to the hoodie, and he breaks the kiss long enough to tug it off of you. You barely hear it hit the ground before he's picking you up, not giving you time to speak as he goes up the stairs into the shared room. He pauses, his eyes flicking with an emotion you donโ€™t have time to place, before he moves the book, putting you on the bed. โ€œYou bookmarked this?โ€ He asks, and at the nod of your head, he throws it somewhere random, pushing you back onto the bed as he gets onto it. He starts to take off the belt, but pauses as your hand goes on top of one of his much larger ones. โ€œLeave it onโ€ You urge softly, sitting up to help him get off his shirt, your body practically convulsing at the sight of his chest. โ€œFuck am I lucky.โ€ You said quietly, running your hands over the panes of his chest, over the tattooโ€™s there. His breath had already escaped him at you wanting him to keep the belt on, but he let out a groan when your hands felt along his chest. He stares down at you, taking everything about you in, before he leans down, tugging your hair back and kissing down your jaw. โ€œGet on the ground, on your knees.โ€™ He says, his tone leaving nothing to be questioned. You smirk slightly, and take your bra off slowly. Hands slowly go back, brushing along your back as you undo the hooks, gradually making it looser until they pop from the last ringlets, and you slowly slide your hands back to the front, snapping the straps teasingly before pulling it off fully. Heeding the demand, you slowly slip onto the floor, backing up a little before she drops onto her knees, letting out an exhale at the coldness of the hardwood floor. He pauses at the exhale, and he raises an eyebrow. โ€œEither we need to get you a physiotherapist, or different floors.โ€ He comments, undoing his jeans. He comes over, lifting your head. You swallow as you look up at the perfect man in front of you.Your mouth opens at a gentle nudge from his thumb, and he steps back, pushing his boxers down. You knew he was big, but he doesnโ€™t fail to surprise you every single time. You feel your back straighten as he comes closer, but your mouth stays open.You knew what he expected.

He slips his dick into your mouth with little to no friction, and he lets out a small groan. โ€œFuck princesaโ€ He groans out, feeling the warmth envelop him like a welcoming blanket. โ€œThats right Mi amor, let the champion fuck this pretty mouth, hm?โ€ He cooes out, running a hand over your hair that felt oh so soft. He pushes further into you, relishing in the small gag he hears come from your mouth, god he loves that. You moan around him, feeling his hand in your hair, and your hips flinch against the floor, the shorts suddenly feeling too tight on your hips. You gag slightly, your eyes rolling back and fluttering closed at the taste of him, feeling a larger vein go across your tongue. You exhale through your nose as he pulls back slightly, and you swallow around him, your handโ€™s coming up to rest on his thighs. โ€œFuck I love you, perfect little Putaโ€ He groans out, his hands fisting your hair as he pushes back further. You gag harder when he hits the back of your throat, and your eyes shoot open as you feel something warm and salty hit your back tastebuds. โ€œFuck baby, cโ€™mon, swallow.โ€ God you were so proud of this man. And god you loved how big his dick was, and how he knew exactly to make you fold.


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6 months ago

hi hi!! dropping by to ask if youโ€™re celebrating halloween, and if yes, are you dressing up as anyone? iโ€™m a vampire this year, went for a classic one ๐Ÿง›โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™ˆ

hi baby!!! I'm not dressing up,I'm curling up and watching a spooky movie! Probably it and it 2!!


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7 months ago

Hi hun! I was wondering if I could please request a Tama x fem! Reader NSFW fic where they are enemies in the beginning but end up falling for each other later on? Appreciate you! Thank you! - ๐Ÿค

of course!!


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5 months ago

in response to you: like a short fic pleaseeeee

okay babes!!! ALSO, is it me or you writing the next chapter for OISIDS?


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