Friendly Reminder That This Blog Is Pro-choice And If You Dont Think Everyone Should Have Full Control

Friendly reminder that this blog is pro-choice and if you don’t think everyone should have full control of their own body, then kindly unfollow me right now and go to hell

Yall do realize yall can send requests right? Like my inbox is open bae i need motivation. I promise I don't bite.

donate to an abortion fund rn <33

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musician eren and influencer (y/n) are homebodies to the highest extent but they love popping out every once in a while, just to flex on everybody and remind them who the true power couple is. There are always small clips and digitals of them from fanpages, posting their bomb ass outfits or singing along to some song while kissing and hugging up on each other. Chains dangling from around their neck, watches and water like diamonds glistening from their wrists the second they walk into the light. From the VIP of the new lounge that just opened to the strip club floor, where they sit front row, watching women twirl the pole in amazement. Tossing hundred dollar bills like bread to a bird and getting lap dances from all the baddest bitches. Bottle service doesn’t stop from the time they walk through the door and best believe, the servers are always happy to see them. They shut it down no matter where they go. Their energy is so infectious, they have everybody screaming goals. When the Jaegers come in the function, just know your party is about to be live. But the best part? Is when it’s getting late into the night and the both of you are intoxicated and tempted by the other. All night, you’ve been eyeballing each other..knowing you both look finer than a parking ticket. Each time you start dancing to a song, throwing ass, he’s quick to catch it and smooth as hell with it. Gripping on your waist..feeling you up in that tight dress with a bottle in one hand and your hip in the other. His social battery is dying quickly but for you? He’s got Emergizer Bunny type stamina and plans to put it to use. He’s so tempted to take you to the bathroom, lift your dress and bend you over the sink. Or get you back to the blacked out SUV that escorted you there and spread your legs in the backseat. And that Dusse had you craving dick like never before. It’s when a rather risqué track comes on, setting the mood does he decide to let you know what type time he was on. Tilting your head back, (y/n) smiles up at your man, mumbling lyrics in a half drunken haze. That’s when you find your throat lightly clutched in his enclosed hand and him whispering to you..

“Let’s get up out of here, baby..I need you on me right now..”

1 week, 6 days, 300 hours, 15 minutes, and 1,080,897 seconds until my 19th birthday...

it needs to hurry tf up.

i honestly think best part of tumblr is making a personal post and it getting zero notes. that’s like hundreds of people side eyeing you like ok i’m not touching that