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!!!!SMUT READERS HELP ME PLEASE!!!! Have been searching for a Spencer Reid fic/one-shot I think that has y/n as an ex of Prentice while on the team. Prentice mentions y/n squirting and Reid called it gross not knowing y/n heard it. So when they finally have sex for the first time he grows frustrated with her lieing about cumming since he now knows she's a squirter. But she feels bad about it now cause he thinks it's "gross". Then leading to more smut where he gets over himself and makes her cum like a water park.

Happy new years peeps!

IT'S MY 17TH BIRTHDAY BITCHES!!!

My mom just woke me up at 3:45 in the morning because the second season of Tiger King just uploaded to Netflix. 

I just got really excited cause a person I followed yesterday followed me back and I was like "awe, they like me too!" And got very happy. Then I overthought it and realized that I followed them from a smut comment section cause I liked them and I never commented so they probably just followed back to be nice. And now I'm sad. But I'm still happy because I like them still and they followed me back. And they probably will see this and will know its them. But it's fine. I only hypercriticise the little things I do. : )

BROSKIS! Momma got me Wattpad Premium + I don’t know what I did to deserve such love but I love her.

I always forget that the Harry Potter fandom are hella funny. Someone called poor Cedric Deadric and I’m wheezing!!!

Is Twitter mentally deficient? I was on Wattpad and someone had their Twitter linked so I clicked it and because I didn’t click the actual app and clicked a link to it instead I had to login to my Twitter. And when I clicked login after giving my email and password or whatever it said “Account already used” like dude yeah. It’s me, I’m using it. It’s my account that why I have the information. And it’s not like it was the sign up for an account page I checked just in case I was trippen’ but no. Twitter is just stupid.

Happy 39th birthday momma!

Hey, this is random. But I must verbalize this for myself mostly. Ignore me. Tanks. 
          
          So my dream relationship is a person who lets me be the kind of dominating and mothering person I am while still fully understanding that I am in fact a submissive and don’t like being in charge. Like I’m gonna sternly tell you to be careful while holding a sharp or hot object, but I also later want to to tell me to shut up while holding that knife to my thigh. (All in a completely controlled setting with safe works and color systems of corse.) But yeah, I kinda wanna tell you to shut the hell up and you just grab my by the waist and sit me on your lap for nice lil cuddle. Is that to hard to ask for? Ion know. Is that even a healthy relationship? I have questions. I’ll later do a shit ton of research. But for now it is almost 4 in the morning and I have yet to sleep.