🧡 #058 — G 𝙴 𝙾 𝚁 𝙶 𝙸 𝙰 🧡

"𝔼𝕧𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘? ℕ𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤. . . . . .𝕀'𝕕 𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖.~🧡" 🔥 Laidback Growlithe Gal 🔥 Pokémon/MVRP 🔥 Gym Newbie 🔥 20 y.o. // 5'2// 140lbs 🔥 Bi-Curious // Switch // Inexperienced

yo know what?? take THIS!!!! bwehhhhh :P

@SoftestWoolGurl Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes— A-ahem...she gets a little too hyperactive when she's excited, sorry!!! It's supposed to thunderstorm tonight, and she isn't a big fan...maybe she can come over to Eden's place and keep the pretty, soft sheebie company?~ 🧡

@PacifistPup Mmmmmh. N’ she’d love to snuggle n’ kiss with them too, so it’d be…quite perfect to snuggle n’ smooch with the pretty pup! Yeeeeeah? Now she gets to meet another Sheebie.

<—Lowkey loves a girl with a lil bush. … … … What? Neatly trimmed pubes ‘r somethin’ can be pretty n’ all, y’know.

let me love you, let me help you, you dont need to be alone anymore please...

[SOLO] These are always open for responses! ————————— Rain streaked down the windows of his truck as he sat parked beneath the flickering lights of the campus garage, the engine still idling. Midnight had long since passed, yet he couldn’t bring himself to go back to his apartment. The city buzzed somewhere beyond the concrete walls—distant sirens, passing traffic, muffled music from parties he hadn’t had the energy to attend in months. His hands rested heavily against the steering wheel, roughened fingers tightening every so often like he was trying to ground himself in something real. Back home, life had been simple. Dirt roads. Open fields. Long evenings fixing fences with his father while the sun dipped gold behind the trees. He used to think leaving meant freedom, meant becoming something more than another small-town boy who never left county lines. Instead, the city swallowed him whole. Classes blurred into work shifts, work shifts blurred into sleepless nights, and somewhere in the middle of it all, he became someone who only existed to keep up. Everyone knew him as dependable. The guy who picked up extra hours without complaint. The one professors trusted. The friend who always answered the phone. Nobody noticed how badly he was starting to unravel beneath it. His apartment had become proof of it. Boots abandoned near the doorway. Unwashed laundry spilling over the edge of a chair. Energy drink cans crowding his desk beside assignments he kept promising himself he’d finish tomorrow. He hated looking at it because it reflected exactly how he felt inside—exhausted, disorganized, barely holding together. And every time things started slipping, he responded the same way; pushing harder. Like maybe if he worked himself hollow enough, he could outrun whatever emptiness had started settling in his chest. That night, after bombing an exam he’d studied weeks for, something in him finally cracked. Not loudly. Not dramatically. He’d simply walked out of the lecture hall, ignored the texts asking where he was, and driven aimlessly through unfamiliar city streets until skyscrapers gave way to quieter industrial roads on the edge of town. Eventually he parked beside an empty field tucked behind an old rail yard, the kind of place that reminded him faintly of home if he squinted hard enough. Rain tapped softly against the roof while he sat there staring out across the dark grass, jaw tight enough to ache. For the first time in a long while, nobody needed anything from him. No expectations. No deadlines. No one asking for another piece of him he didn’t know how to give anymore. He lowered his head against the steering wheel, fingers trembling faintly from exhaustion as a tired breath escaped his chest. He stayed like that for several seconds before quietly laughing to himself, though there wasn’t anything funny about it at all. “I don’t think I can keep doing this.” The words sat heavy in the silence. He didn’t want to go home, he couldn’t stomach the thought of those four cramped apartment walls waiting for him again. So instead, he drove. The city lights blurred against rain-slick streets as he wandered without direction until an old neon beer sign caught his attention through the storm. The bar sat tucked between a pawn shop and a closed laundromat, the kind of worn-down place most students overlooked in favor of louder crowds and cheaper drinks. He parked near the curb and sat there for a moment, staring through the windshield at the warm amber glow spilling from the windows. Country music hummed faintly through the walls whenever the door opened, accompanied by bursts of tired laughter and clinking glasses. Familiar. Grounding, almost. With a slow exhale, he grabbed his jacket and stepped out into the rain. Water soaked through the shoulders almost immediately as he crossed the sidewalk, boots heavy against wet pavement. ——->

@SoftestWoolGurl Huff...soft lil kisses and shy, giggle cuddles sounds GREAT, honestly, especially with someone so pretty! ...puppy had some lil sheebies on the farm when she was younger...🧡

@PacifistPup Only if she’s allowed to feel, yeeeeeah. …Guess she’ll give ‘em a soft lil kiss or a few then, huh? Make it a lil more interesting n’ fun! 💜

@SoftestWoolGurl Gaspppp!!!! 5'2 gang!!!!

Casual reminder. Sheeb’s a lil short gurl. Shes only 5’2” tall. … … Which means taller people have to lean down to nuzzle against her perky tiddies if standin’ up.

@SoftestWoolGurl Does she wanna maybe. . .feel, too? . . .puppy's never kissed a girl before, though, hopefully Miss Eden doesn't mind taking charge at first. . .🧡

@PacifistPup <—Now wants to see that extra fluff of theirs. … … Totally needs to see it, even.

@WarmestMILF She's too late. . .🥺💔

Who wishes to come spend a little quality time with a hisuian fire badger momma?

@TWUNKCLAWS But....🥺💔

Gay.

how she sees @HEXRTTHROB. . .🥰🥰🥰

pretty girl pretty girl pretty girl pretty girl—

@LycaonHunk Hiiiii, Kay~ ♡♡♡

Mornin

🔥// . . .

ᅠ 𝑇𝑒𝑚𝑝 𝑃𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑 ᅠ

ᅠ 𝑇𝑒𝑚𝑝 𝑃𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑 ᅠ

cuddling innocently but then feeling him get hard… yeah… need that

a bf that treats me like a delicate princess and gives me cute pecks on the cheeks on the day and then he uses me as his sextoy at night 🩷 #nsfwtwt