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sbnkalny · 3 days
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This here's bean Town. just A town fulla beans. Yᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ.
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Fëanorian Week Day 1: Maedhros
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Prompt: Childhood Word count: 2,061 Summary: Maedhros tries to prepare his speech for Finwë's party at the last moment, but his brothers are always needing his help.
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Maedhros was panicking. Despite having three weeks to prepare for the upcoming family gathering, he had not memorized the speech he was expected to give—and his father had made it very clear that it would mean dishonor on their whole family if Maedhros slipped up.
He understood why this was such a problem—the eldest of Finwë’s grandchildren were each to deliver a speech in honor of his birthday celebration, and the absolute last thing Fëanor wanted was for his eldest son to be outshined by Fingolfin’s son, Fingon—but that put a colossal amount of pressure on Maedhros’s shoulders. And Maedhros had never performed well under pressure.
“Esteemed kin, we gather under Laurelin’s silver glow and Telperion’s golden boughs … no, that’s not right! We gather under Telperion’s silver glow and Laurelin’s golden boughs to celebrate the birthday of my grandfather and King …” Maedhros muttered to himself as he frantically pulled on his formal robes, his tall, burly figure drowning in liquidy red silk gilded with rubies and topaz. As elegant as his clothes looked, his deep red curls were every bit as unmanageable as his mother’s, and he swore loudly as he tried to brush it into submission.
“What do you think Atto would say if he heard you curse like that?” came a voice from the doorway, equal parts smug and reproving. Curufin was leaning on the doorframe, smirking. “Bet he would be angry.”
Maedhros turned and glared at him threateningly. “If you tell him, I’ll throw you off the balcony,” he warned. “What do you want?”
“I can’t tie this,” Curufin said, pulling his long, dark hair aside and motioning to the clasp on the back of his tunic.
“Did you ask Ammë or Atto?”
“They are busy helping the twins get ready.”
Maedhros sighed. “Fine,” he said, striding over and hastily fixing the clasp. “Now go on, I am still getting ready!”
Curufin left without another word—not even a thank-you—and Maedhros went back to fixing his hair, which he ended up just braiding back and decorating with the gold coronet his father had given him earlier. “In his wisdom, he has been more than a grandfather to me, but a friend to all, guiding us in a realm where … did I put ‘creativity’ or ‘passion’?”
He went to his desk and pulled out his notes, squinting at the hastily scrawled lines he had written, scratched out, and smeared many times. He cleared his throat and began to recite the line again, when the sound of footsteps came from the hallway and Maglor burst into his room like an indigo tidal wave.
“Mae! Where are my music sheets?” his brother exclaimed frantically.
“How should I know? They’re your music sheets,” Maedhros answered, but he still felt a pang of distress on his brother’s behalf; Maglor was to be performing his song in public for the first time, and had been meticulous with every detail to avoid being nervous—but if he did not have his music sheets, there could be a huge problem.
“I need them!” his brother stressed. “You’re sure you don’t know?”
“Just calm down, I’m sure they’ll turn up somewhere. Just keep looking,” Maedhros said. Despite this, Maglor did not look at all comforted—in fact, his large black eyes became glassy with tears. Maedhros bit his lip and glanced at the clock; there was only an hour left before they had to leave, and he needed that time to practice his speech …
“Come on, I’ll help you look,” Maedhros said, putting his papers down. Maglor nodded and left, his elder brother following behind him. 
“I’ve checked my room, the workshop, the library, even the kitchens—but I haven’t found them anywhere,” Maglor supplied, wringing his hands.
“Don’t worry, we’ll find them,” Maedhros said, hastily descending the stairs and scanning the large parlor for any sign of the missing music sheets. “Where did you see them last?”
Maglor bit his lip. “Well, I left them on the table there, but when I went to get them they were gone …”
Maedhros groaned. That meant they could be anywhere—the twins certainly could have taken them, and he would not put such sabotage past Celegorm or Curufin either.
Speaking of which, he caught a blond-haired figure slinking down the hall in his periphery. “Celegorm,” he said sternly, “have you seen Maglor’s music sheets?”
The immediate answer was “No,” but Celegorm did not turn to look at him, which made Maedhros very suspicious. “Come out here,” he ordered—and when Celegorm did, both Maedhros and Maglor let out horrified gasps.
“How did that happen?” Maedhros demanded, pointing at the large smear of mud on the front of Celegorm’s robes, which reached all the way up to his cheeks. His hair, which had been clean only a short while ago, was tangled with sticks and leaves. He looked like a wild urchin.
“Huan and I went for a walk,” Celgorm answered sullenly. “He jumped on me.”
Maedhros swore loudly again, slapping a hand to his forehead—if there was one thing that would be more disgraceful than Maedhros forgetting his speech or Maglor missing a few notes of his song, it was Celegorm on any given day. He was already boisterous and rude as it was, but if he showed up at a formal gathering drenched in mud, Fëanor might just erupt into flames. 
“Under no circumstances is Atar to see you like this,” Maedhros said. When Celegorm nodded abjectly, Maedhros added, “I’ll help you change if you tell us where you last saw Mag’s sheets. And I won’t tell our parents.”
Celegorm turned a little red and said, “... I may know where they are.”
As it turned out, Celegorm had hidden them in his room as a joke. When the sheets had been returned to Maglor, Maedhros helped Celegorm pick out another outfit and remove the moss and sticks from his hair before he finally returned to his own room, horrified to discover that nearly thirty minutes had elapsed.
“What a waste of time!” he wailed, snatching up his notes and reading through them once more, the realization creeping up on him that there was no way he could memorize it now. He debated whether he should just shove his notes into his pocket and recite it at Finwë’s celebration, but ultimately decided against it. If he had to, he would just make something up and hope it sounded moving.
“Children! Fifteen minutes!” came the loud voice of his father from downstairs. Maedhros sighed.
“Raise your voices in cheer, for it is the pride of all Finwë’s descendents and people to celebrate and honor the day of his birth, and celebrate what he has done for us.” He could remember that last line well enough, but something about it simply did not sound right. The whole speech would sound terrible; he would never be as good a speaker as his father. Maedhros put his head in his hands and tried to calm his frustration.
A soft knock on his door interrupted his thoughts, and Maedhros quickly looked up to see Caranthir in the doorway. “I don’t want to go to the party,” he said glumly, his grey eyes fixed on the ground. “Ammë says I have to be nice and talk to everyone, and Atar’s making me wear this stupid thing.” He half-heartedly raised his arms to show his disapproval of the plum-and-silver tunic edged with scarlet, which was a far cry from his preferred taste: solid black clothes that would make him blend into any crowd.
Maedhros sighed.
“Neither do I,” he admitted. “At least you don’t have to give a speech.”
Caranthir nodded and shuffled into the room, taking a seat on Maedhros’s bed. “Galadriel is going to make fun of me.”
Maedhros kept back a smile; his golden-haired cousin, just a few years younger than him, certainly did like picking on him at times. “Just try not to get in a fight with her,” he advised, glancing up at the clock. Five ‘til. He did not have time to get into a long conversation with Caranthir about his feelings, which was what usually happened when he came to talk to him.
“That’s why I don’t want to talk to anyone,” Caranthir said, “because no one wants me around anyways, and even when I am around them, they make fun of me!”
“I don’t make fun of you,” Maedhros said, kneeling down in front of him. “Anytime before or after my speech, if you just want to stay close to me, I won’t let anyone bother you—even Galadriel.”
Caranthir looked up at him. “You mean that?” he muttered.
“Of course,” Maedhros promised. 
“Boys! We have to leave now!” their mother called.
Maedhros stood up, trying not to look disappointed—his last precious moments of practice had disappeared, and now he would just have to hope for the best.
Finwë’s party was as resplendent as it was full; all of the Noldor had been invited, as well as his own family, so the High King’s palace was packed with guests, decorations, and fine food.
All Maedhros could think about was the thousands of eyes that would see him completely ruin his speech. He neither ate nor drank, and tried to avoid running into any of his relatives—especially Fingon, his regal, collected, too-polite cousin who was his biggest competition—until the time came.
When all of the guests had taken their seats at the long table in the Dining Hall, Finwë raised his glass and gave a brief welcoming address.
Maedhros frantically played the words of his speech in his mind, willing himself to remember them as his grandfather went on, hardly hearing the words. ‘Esteemed kin, we gather under Telperion’s silver glow and Laurelin’s golden boughs to celebrate the birthday of the High King, my grandfather—
“Mae! It’s time!” Maglor hissed into his ear, making him jump. 
Maedhros looked fearfully around the table, seeing that every single one of the guests had turned to look expectantly at him. They clearly expected something grand from the eldest son of Fëanor. He dared to glance at his father, who had fixed him with a prompting stare that was likely more intense than he intended, but it gave him no confidence.
Maedhros swallowed and began to stand up, but Caranthir—who was sitting on his other side—pressed something into his hand. “Take this,” he whispered.
It was Maedhros’s speech—but not the dirty, messy paper he had left at home. It was neat, organized, and clear, and more than that, small enough to fit in the palm of his hand without being noticed. Relief flooded him, and he looked down at Caranthir, who gave him the barest smile and nodded for him to continue.
“Esteemed guests,” Maedhros began, “We are gathered under Telperion’s silver glow and Laurelin’s golden boughs to celebrate the birthday of the High King, my grandfather Finwë.” His voice, rather than being a shaking, muttering mess, was clear and resonant, like that of a confident lord who was reciting words he knew by heart. “In his wisdom and kindness, he has guided us since our begetting, fostering the forge of our passions with love that burns as brightly as the stars above. Never have I heard him speak a harsh word, make a wrong decision, or make anyone—myself included—feel like we are less than him. He is the best King, and the best grandfather, the Noldor could have asked for—gifted by the Valar in more ways than we could count. Without him, the world would be a much darker place. So, let us raise our voices in joy to honor his birthday, and may we do the same for every year to come.”
The assembly erupted in applause, pride swelling in their hearts for both their King and the eloquent young Prince who honored him.
Maedhros caught his parents’ eyes, and saw that they were beaming with joy, his father clapping heartily along with the rest. Pride filled Maedhros’s heart, and he sat down before his legs gave way beneath him. He hardly heard Fingon’s speech past the pounding in his heart, remnants from his earlier panic—he still could hardly believe he’d done it. Far from failing miserably, he had received a standing ovation!
He looked down at the little paper in his hand, finally processing it; where had it come from? That was not his messy scrawl on the sheet, but Curufin’s neat print, surprisingly enough. He glanced quizzically at Maglor, who leaned in and whispered: “It was the least we could do after you sacrificed all your time to help us, brother.”
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I know I'm a day late, and I'm quite ashamed of myself ... who eagerly awaits their favorite challenge for an entire year and then starts participating late!? I really hope you forgive me, @feanorianweek, and I hope this story is still entertaining! If you want context for the narrative of my stories, read this post!
Despite how challenging this story was to write, I had so much fun with it - I really feel like I nailed that frantic time preparing for a formal event with so many people, and I wanted to focus on Maedhros in his adolescence; not as refined or eloquent as he will become later, but always there to help his little brothers (however reluctantly) and always striving to be a noble leader!
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Tell me that the answer's right... God are You awake at night?
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danikatze · 6 months
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Inktober day 1: homage.
My first Owl House fanart!! I watched it for the first time in July and yeah.. I love Raine. They're singing a little song to and about Eda :3
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hermitcraft-daily · 14 days
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[1] xb and bishop!! good start
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inktober day 1: dream
(roxas from kingdom hearts)
this year i'll be doing fanart for inktober, and i've assigned a piece of media i enjoy to each prompt! lets hope i last longer than 2 days this time
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archiesoniconline · 6 months
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Sonictober2023 Day 1! Theme: Beginning. Every iconic team gets its start somewhere. And no matter what reality, the freedom fighters always assemble for the same honest reasons: an unbreakable bond of friendship and a drive to fight for what's right.
Art by Pesky-Pincushion
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day 1!
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sariphantom · 2 months
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It took me 4 days to complete because life hates me, but it was worth it.
For context, this takes place sometime after stopping the invasion but before NYC got fully rebuilt, hence why Raph is wearing a temporary eyepatch for the time being. 
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werewolfaday · 3 months
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Day 1!
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//PURELILY WEEK : DAY 1// ''Reunion''
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simpleodditiesart · 6 months
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Day 1: love potion
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menacinggh0st · 6 months
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Kinktober Day 1: Masturbation
Sukuna x Fem!Reader
(I know I'm late but yeah here it is, and also I've decided to make the Sanemi x Reader Kinktober Day 2 and no I'm not spoiling what it is)
WARNINGS: Contains sexual content (obviously) themes of Fem!Masturbation and being caught, fem receiving, voyeurism, Humiliation
*credit of artwork goes to woshihedawei*
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Heavy whining pants filled the room as the bullet was gilded gently through your folds and vibrated strongly. The sensation of applied pressure as the vibrating bullet hit your puffy sensitive bundle of nerves that had your back arched the bed and your pussy dripping as you let out shallow gasps and quiet moans in pleasure. 
Your eyes rolled back as your vision started to blur and your breathing became more erratic and desperate as your legs shook and you felt a butterfly flutter like pressure in your stomach as you bit down hard on your lip and came all over your sheets.
You looked down through half lidded eyes only to be met with red ones staring back at you causing you to jump back in a gasp. You covered yourself up and looked into those eyes…they were sadistic and a little malicious as the tattooed facial features of the face the eyes were attached to turned into a smirk.
"Well hello slutty human~" a seductive voice chuckled out as you widen your eyes at the man in front of you. You couldn't believe that the King of Curses caught you toying with yourself; you began to think of a way to fight him or get away from him and call for backup, hell even call out to Itadori, but you were stopped when you buzzing vibrator was yanked from your fingers and you watched as Sukuna placed his tongue on it and licked up the sticky juices that originated from your orgasm.
Confusion and embarrassment flooded your face, causing the curse to chuckle and yank you by your ankles as you let out a small squeak while trying to turn away and fight him before he pinned your arms down with one arm and used the other two to throw your legs over his shoulders as he folded them against your chest. "You taste sweet on that little pleasure object but, I wanna taste it from the source ... .not to mention I can make you feel so much better~" he said as he bit harshly into your inner thigh and drew blood. "Now be a good girl for me and don't fight to much, it'll only be harder on yourself~"
You whined as you felt the sensation of Sukuna lapping away at your sensitive pussy, you moaned loudly as his tongue delved deep into your velvety walls and flicked in an upwards motion as it bumped against your g-spot and then eventually hitting your cervix. You let out a mix between a scream and a moan at the sensation as Sukuna's tongue reached all the point in your cunt that made you weak and drip in pleasure, his mouth was flushed against your pretty pussy as he tongue fucked you and made out with your folds, his nose nudged your clit making a painful amount of pleasure hit you harder than the vibrator.
He groaned as he savored the taste of you, a mouth appeared on his free hand as it moved towards your chest and began to suck on your nipples, you arched your back at an impossible angle as you felt yourself coming close to falling apart already, You looked at Sukuna with lidded eyes as he didn't seem to be letting up anytime soon as you edged closer and closer you were so close, about to accept the wave of intense pleasure that would overtake you but it never came.
The fucking nerve- he interrupted your orgasm as he looked at you with a devilish smirk and cackled at your pouted out lip and your furrowed brows. "Aww c'mon doll, don't tell me you were actually enjoying it~?" Sukuna said sadistically as you only looked even more frustrated. "Fuck you- " you spat out to the King of Curse even if it was a horrid idea. He let out a low chuckle "that's not how we ask for things...use your words, slut~" you allowed his words to take full effect as you shuttered at the thought.
You stayed silent for a bit before opening your mouth "please..." you said in a desperate tone piquing up Sukuna's intrest again "hmmm, please what doll~?" he said coyly as he watched your facial expression turn into one of embarrassment mixed with vexation. "Please let me come.." you begged quietly enough for Sukuna to hear. "good enough brat, all you had to do was ask~" he said as he flipped you over on your stomach and parted your legs while shoving your head down into the mattress. You made a noise of shock and confusion before Sukuna he let out a cruel laugh... "You never said how brat, so your gonna do it on my cock...and you'll savor every last fucking drop of my come in your womb....Yeah?~"
work by @menacinggh0st
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autisticaradiamegido · 3 months
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day 1
oh yeah gamers we are so back
year 5 babey lets fuckin gooo
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day 1: gojo satoru [filming]
࿓ synopsis • before going on a mission, gojo decides to record you while being fucked by him to watch it later.
―❦ nsfw, young!gojo, licking, cum eating, fingering, amateur porn (kinda), harsh, pure strength, pet names, obedient!reader, f!reader, overstimulation • 1.3k • enjoy the beginning of the unholy month! [kinktober m.]
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“cmon pretty face, look at the camera,” gojo says behind you, kneeling down to reach your chin with his big hand, grabbing it, and showing your face right towards the camera positioned on the head of the bed you’re currently on. “yeah - fuuuuck, like that, don’t take your eyes from it, I want to look at how tears runnin’ on your face when I watch it later.”
finishing playing with your folds with his fingers, he earns another climax from you. chuckling, without saying anything he turns your face around, making you look at how he licks his own fingers covered with your cum.
the sight gives you fireworks, the stomach twists in excitement, and pussy cliches around nothing, wanting to take him.
gojo rise an eyebrow as he sees the way you look at his shining lips and your cum on his tongue and fingers. “oh - you want some?” without waiting for an answer from you, his fingers find your inner thighs, caressing them with his fingers once again.
he kneels down until his face is at the same level as your face. blue orbs reflection of heaven on earth stays too close to allow you to focus on anything but him, so, when his tongue enters your mouth, you moan his name as you taste your own cum on your tongue, flowing from his hot one to yours.
he doesn’t stay long but he makes sure you taste yourself on his tongue. getting back, his fingers open your folds, and positioning himself, he shows the camera for you to look at.
obeying, you look at the camera, shyness and feeling a bit whore like make you turn on the moment you see the reflection of you on the screen turned to you - oh how gojo went to the shopping center and pick the one which would allow you to see yourself in it while recording. the audacity of this man!
“oh yeah, I definitely chose the right one pretty! right?” he asks, smirking down at your face before his eyes travel to your back and find your ass cheeks from there, eyes finally stop at the sight of his long cock staying right behind your pussy hole. “fuck!” he swears, a hand finds your hair, pull it up as your face stays at the same level with the camera’s focus. “don’t you fucking dare to move your face no more, I want to watch every bit of it when you take all of my cock until I break that brain of yours into hundred pieces whore.”
it's always has been hard to endure his desires, and replying them with obedience, especially in these kinds of moments in which gojo likes to see you as a fuck toy instead of his dearest lover since he has a habit of doing everything at the highest level, not at a normal rate - and that makes you nod, your own taste still can be felt ghost on your tongue, tears still dropping on your cheeks, waiting for his dick to enter your already abused pussy.
not wasting any seconds further, gojo shoves himself into you, not too harsh, not too gentle but surely enough to make you scream his name as your eyes close full shut the moment he goes out and in with another impactful thrust - and you swear he chuckles so deeply that the images of himself watching this moment over and over again only to see how he makes your mind go dizzy, knees get weak, forgetting about you are being filmed from the beginning to the end - and it's all just because how he fucks you, "shiiit pretty, what a show for me!" he smiles widely, hands grip the waist from right and left sides. thrusting into your aching pussy with an unstable rhythm while adjusting his position, holding your ass up, and pulling you until his tip slowly enters and you reach the end of his cock - deeper than ever, he takes a glance at the camera to see which expression you have on.
while you feel his balls hitting your ass cheeks, his hands begin to grip the skin under his hold, your waist, with such force that he shows how your weight is nothing compared to his pure strength - proving it by not moving his hips, instead, he uses your own body, pushing and pulling it towards him. sounds you make - moans, screams, cries, swears on gojo's lips, sweats flowing both of your bodies into one another - only you can make him sweat, pure hitting sounds you create - produce a pornographic air you melt into by feeling shy and hot at the same time because it's always like this with gojo, isn't it? - being both his precious lover and own whore.
he grabs your neck with his right hand, and shoves your face into the pillow under you, saying, "pay attention to me my pretty slut," he takes the camera, holding it in his right hand, he first records your face turned to him and you can only look at the black lens of the camera while taking deep breaths. "fuuck! look at you! are you already cryin'? is it too much? is my dick too much to handle?"
he asks as if he cares but in the end, he doesn't. the proof comes suddenly when he begins to film your ass, the way his cock enters your pussy comes into the screen and gojo loses himself once again, slapping your ass, "'toru!"
"scream my name mor - agggh, 'is so good, so fucking good!" he holds one of your ass cheeks the moment you look back at him and see him with all his glory; shining eyes focused on the camera and the sight it captures - what a shame you wouldn't be able to watch it until he comes back again. "look at the mess you're making," he looks up at your face as he continues to fuck you into oblivion - your brain is long gone and he understands - oh he understands it damn well that he beings to mock you as he higher the camera's lens up until your face is visible on it - the face of a brainless pretty girl because of only his cock inside your warm walls. "she even doesn't know she cums right now - for the fourth time already!"
then, you feel the wetness coming out of your pussy into your inner thighs, flowing on his cock and dripping into the bedsheets from there.
closing your eyes because of pure shame, your senses rise up, providing you to receive each pleasure mixed with pain and he didn't even cum yet!
understanding the meaning of your actions when you rise the ass up, allowing him to go deeper - further - harder, saying his name over and over again, "satoru! agghh, 'toru -" he leaves a chuckle, would sound like a melody to the ears if it wasn't so devilish. kneeling down at your level, his bare chest touching your exposed back completely, he cages you in his arms as he puts down the camera on the pillow right beside you. his cock now is deep inside of you and it takes the last breaths away from you. you feel so full that you believe if you move an inch, it will end with such pain mixed with pleasure this time.
looking at you through the camera's reflection, one of gojo's palms find your abdomen, pushing it so that he can feel the curves of his cock through your skin while the free one holds you from the chin. cheek to cheek, he makes you look at his reflection - right into his piercing eyes shining with sparkles of joy, lust, and passion, he smiles widely, displaying thirty-two teeth, "don't you think about it. I will cum the moment you have nothing left," he kisses your cheeks - a love act which feels much more like mocking, "I can't let it go waste, can I, my pretty doll?"
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❦ tagging: @lilvampirina !
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black-shippers-haven · 2 months
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black selfshippers, happy black history month.
🎀 i hope you get plenty of attention this month
🎀 i hope you get the interaction you deserve this month
🎀 i hope you feel very loved by your f/os this month
🎀 i hope you feel free to be yourself this month
{pro/com/darkship dni.}
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