Trying To Find Fics And Scrolling Thru The Tag Only To See Like 15 Spam Posts Of Bootyholes Wtf

trying to find fics and scrolling thru the tag only to see like 15 spam posts of bootyholes wtf

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 & 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐬

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Steve would twist open the water bottle/open your can before giving it to you <3

I cannot be the only one who thinks mike is a total munch

(If your picking up what I’m putting down)

oh he absolutely is. In every single way possible, he’s desperate for anything.

Minors dni, 18+

He’s a begger cause I said so.

like he will beg to eat your pussy

“I’ll be quiet, I promise-“

He doesn’t need anything back from you, as long as he can stay in between your thighs forever, he is fine

and he’s godly with his tongue, you swear he’s been around causeee

Anyways, when he says he doesn’t have much experience other than a girl he was with in high school, you’re SHOCKEDDD

he loves to hear the noises you make

He gets hard simply from the act of eating your pussy (which is a lot, he loves it)

(There was probably a time or two where he accidentally came in his pants, but ion know if everyone else is into that type of desperate

yeah. that boys a munch

fnaf 2 office star dangly decor divider

free to use with credit! a reblog would be nice if you did <:) you know who the assets belong to

on white and black background

the way mike brushes abby’s hair and cradles garrett’s face … i firmly believe that he just loves to just admire you and cannot help but trace his hands over your temples and cheeks. his touch a little hesitant at first, scared you might disappear — scared he might hurt you, so the brushes from his fingertips are always feather light. he loves to study your facial features, permanently memorizing each little detail just because he wants to. it’s the feeling knowing you’ll never escape his mind, that you’re somewhat there when he’s away from you. every single fleeting touch on your skin and hair still ghost over his fingertips — in fact, he could even smell your soft perfume on his palms. you drift along his dreams, pulling him away from all his hellish nightmares, with a smile so bright and with eyes much more brighter. he could never forget you, he doesn’t really want to.