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hanasnx · 4 months

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Now that you've opened your inbox to DC! Men I'm just going insane! I have so many thoughts on this and now I'm going to flood your inbox with it, if that's okay.

I don't know about you, but I see AK!Jason falling (or just getting obsessed) over a real sweety reader. He would be in an immoral mix of how to take her to his cage with all his charm and suddenly he's just ponding your guts like u know ak would do, all cocky and massive and stuck up.

MINORS DNI 18+

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JASON TODD never thought too hard about who he’d end up with. Concealed in the background of his mind for so long while he’d planned every other detail of his life out to fulfill one single vindictive plan. Now that he’s more or less free, he looks at you completely bewildered as to how he managed to cuff you. You’re nothing like him, save for a few domineering qualities you adopt when you’re disrespected, but other than that you’re… soft. Pliant. Sweet. When you hold his hand, you just clutch onto two of his fingers. You’re half his size. You’re adorable. A part of him wishes he could spend all day pinching at your cheeks and bullying you into whining indignantly at him.

He bullies you other ways instead. Charms you like a snake with all his sweet-talking, mouthing at your neck and smacking your little ass until you’re ready to do what he wants. Now he’s got you backing up on his cock with your hair roped around his palm. “Huh? What’s that? You like your guts fucked?” he jeers, a wolfish grin tugging at his lips as he’s yanking you back into his thrusts.

“Jason!” you whine at him indignantly, just how he likes it as he snickers at you. Squeezing your eyes shut, you brace the pain that comes with his length lodging all up in your insides, kissing your cervix. Not many like that sort of thing, but he loves that you do.

“You like this shit? You like it when it hurts? So fucking freaky, baby. Never would’ve guessed by lookin’ at’cha.” he degrades and you cry out as he rolls his hips the way that makes you howl. Bent over in front of him, his large hand comes down to swat your round ass that ripples with impact. A sweet little thing like you, drooling all over him because he’s being mean to you. “What’s next, huh? You want bruises?” He feels you clench down on him and he can’t help but laugh at you.

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murdrdocs · 2 months

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Why is Luke sneaking into your room just to use you as his own personal punching bag lowkey in character

oh ... wait ...

cw for impact play + stepcest + dark!luke + mention of may

when he's frustrated at everything, just another young boy struggling to process his emotions. and he knows you'll let him do anything to you, too enamored by your all powerful stepbrother with more glory to his name than he knows what to do with. there's "something about his aura" you'd told him before, and although that briefly scared him, reminding him of stuff his mother would say, your attitude towards him reaps beautiful rewards.

your legs spread constantly, for one. your mouth always open to take his cock or his spit or anything, really. you'll let him slap you, smiling in his face all giddily. you look fucking stupid and luke loves it.

you'll hide your bruises under your clothes, and sometimes they'll fully heal before new ones get added. sometimes.

#yes...#yes i see #lukesworld!#luke castellan x reader #cw stepcest #cw impact play

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strawberrystepmom · 3 months

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need my pussy smacked

#this is an insane woman post I know but yall need to understand I have pent up every thought until my return to tumblr #it’s even more insane it be posting this at 2:05 pm #but my hubris is gone #cw impact play

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mcondance · 3 months

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stu and slapping.

he’s so into it. he’s got a terrible thing for pain and an even worse one for you being the one to give it to him.

the first one is always the best, when he’s forgotten exactly how your hand feels against his face, when the sensation is just a memory that he holds onto until he feels the urge to experience it again.

he reels back, winded and shocked and already feeling it give his brain the cloudy feeling he can’t get enough of. bracing himself on the counter, he does his best to stay here with you.

“fuck. .” he huffs, and a laugh creeps into his wounded breath, his eyes prick with tears. “‘s fucking gold.” he strains, hazy eyes finding your face.

“yeah?” you scan his face, a smile tugging at your lips when you see the hot red decorating his cheek. he nods, chest rising and falling with the beginnings of heaving, his excitement ramping up as he sees the twinkle in your eyes.

it’s the twinkle you get before you hit him again. which you do.

it rings out through the kitchen and he takes it like a champ, eyes squeezed shut and hand grasping the counter for grounding.

well, maybe the second one is the best. this time, he knows what it feels like and that makes it better, cause he has it under his tongue and now it, now you are sinking your teeth into him again, slapping him harder than the first time just to see his face turn red and his eyes get glossy, his whole body tense and shaky from the goodness of it all.

and again you hit him, catch him by surprise and this is the best one, he’s sure of it. breath retched out of his chest, hands on the counter and resting on his knee, he sees stars behind his eyes at what you do to him.

you make him feel a way he only feels when it has to do with pain. pain is his love, a slap across his face by your hand is one of the best things he could ever feel. makes his mind empty and his body burst into flames, his skin crawling with the sparkles of heat you gave him. whatever’s wrong with him is right when you’re hitting him the way he so desperately needs, when you share with him the perverted desire of his heart.

“thank you,” he chokes out, bleary eyes focused on your face. doubled over in pain and pleasure and whatever the fuck else he has going on in that fucked little brain of his. crossed wires fizzle and spark and it’s good. it’s so fucking good.

#cw impact play #tw impact play #stu macher smut #stu macher x reader #stu macher x black reader #stu macher x black!reader #stu macher x you

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softistdom · 10 months

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tying a vibrator to them while i beat them so they associate pain with pleasure

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starrierknight · 3 months

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all that can be heard from the churchyard are his sweet begging moans , 'please, please lord forgive me- '

then when u finally let him cum he sees heaven

he pants and whimpers , 'thankyou~ thank you, god' while looking up at u with tears in his eyes

u are now who he worships

he kneels in your presence <3

( im done now , oyasumi )

he thanks you, and then he begs you to use a harsher hand with him. he's a sinful man, and you are too kind to him. he fears greed, he does not want to disappoint you and be greedy. he doesn't want to cum too much, too fast, too often, because what if that's not what you want. and if he's not obeying you, then does he love you?

he deserves to be punished. make him cry, make his eyes water and cheek sting with a slap, leave your handprint on him—it's proof that you're real, that you've touched him, that you love him. let him revel in your wrath when he disobeys, because a good follower listens to the one they worship.

a good follower should have a raw throat from prayer, no matter if that prayer is screamed, sobbed, or whispered.

#skipping in circles #twirling my hair #꒰ =͟͟͞♡ ꒱ — love letters #꒰ ♡⃕ ꒱ — secret admirer #꒰ ✧ ꒱ — getou suguru thirst #cw sacrilege #tw sacrilege #cw impact play #cw dacryphilia #sub geto #sub geto suguru #sub geto x reader #sub geto suguru x reader

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gabessquishytum · 2 months

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NOOOOO GABE MY HEART THAT DARK DREAM ASK. I love Dark Dream so much, but we can't leave it hanging on Dream leaving Hob like that, my baby boi, he was young and stupid, but I'm sure he's grown to accept his feelings now.

Dream acts like Hob is beneath him, treating him so coldly and like a cheap whore, fucking him hard and rough, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Dream's been biding his time since high school to prove to Hob that he can be man enough to take him. Over time, his obsession has only grown. And he's been keeping tabs on Hob all this time (stalking him obsessively really but no one has to know but him), and when he found out about Hob's financial troubles, just perfect, he couldn't keep the manic grin from his face if he tried. He can finally prove himself, give Hob what he needs, and be his lover.

But not yet, Hob must be punished severely for ignoring him back in school. I'm imagining the first time they have sex after that initial blowjob to seal the deal. Dream is vibrating with excitement, but he keeps it inside, and he takes it out on Hob's body instead, years of resentment poured out in hours upon hours of rough sex. He's not gentle about it, oh no, but he makes it so good for Hob, it's his first time being fucked after all, Dream's not totally heartless. But he can admit to himself, seeing Hob shivering and so shy whilst on his knees, spreading his asscheeks for him has him drooling copiously and licking his lips in anticipation. Preparing his darling Hob to take his cock nearly broke his resolve, hearing him whimper and cry out as he drove his fingers into his prostate mercilessly, seeing Hob being overwhelmed as he experiences his first prostate massage, Dream almost almost cums right then and there, barely hanging onto his sanity by a fucking thread. Poor Hob and his body were so abused by the end of that night, he's a shuddering mess, cum drunk and babbling pleas still. He doesn't even register the lightest most imperceptible kiss to his head as Dream leaves to get a towel or two. Hob isn't going to ignore him now or ever, even if it breaks Dream's heart to see him cry sometimes through the cameras, it'll be worth it when Hob finally becomes his wholly and completely. Dream can hardly wait.

Ajajsjdhdha here's the original dark dream ask where they knew each other at school, but now things have changed...

Dream is monitoring Hob very closely, and he's pleased to see how good his darling is being! He's working very hard when he's at the bar, he's bought all the items that Dream requested, and he's always available when Dream calls him. He's obviously trying so hard to keep up his end of the deal, bless him. Dream knows that it won't be long until he can finish Hob’s punishment and finally be with him properly.

But not quite yet!

Dream wants to make sure that all of his resentment and bad feelings about Hob have utterly gone forever. So he calls his darling over to his penthouse suite. He's got a range of implements ready: a paddle, a riding crop, a hairbrush. He explains to Hob what's going to happen: if Hob says "red", the activities will stop, and there will be no consequences. But if he doesn't say red, then Dream is going to spank him until he can't even move for a day or two.

Hob situates himself arse-up over Dream’s lap, and expects to hate every single second of the spanking. But oh, no.... he's into it. He's getting hard against Dream’s thigh. His hole is clenching and squeezing, begging to have something inside! But Dream is too busy turning his cute little arse bright red. Hob ultimately ends up rutting himself on Dream’s leg and coming, which makes Dream so happy! He loves to see his darling making such a mess.

After all of that, Hob is surprised to find himself being kissed softly, and carried to the bed. Dream puts ice on his sore bottom and calls him good, sweet, lovely. Hob could cry, it feels so good! Maybe, just maybe, Dream has forgiven him!

But even if that is the case, Hob is taking no chances. He'll be a good boy from now on. He won't fuck up again. He'll finally make himself worthy of Dream’s love!

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw impact play #this still ended up fucked up oops sorry anon!

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mosaickiwi · 6 months

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I got too goofy about this kink ask with aftercare. [REDACTED] is ~so~ poggers for basic human decency (I am completely serious). An eventful evening leads into soft and silly aftercare. 1k-ish words, GN reader.

cw// sexual content in nature (nothing explicit), non-specific kinks implied and mentioned, degradation and impact play/spanking specifically mentioned, allusions to neglectful aftercare

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

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You had some vague idea of how things would go. By now, you knew your dark-haired boyfriend never held back in his dedication to your comfort—but you hadn’t expected this. Who knew your casual comments about a few kinks would lead to treatment better than royalty?

Endless conversations of boundaries and what was to come had slotted into the previous week during your nightly pillow talks. Each more thorough than the last, as [REDACTED] always came prepared with research and more questions. They'd even brought a strangely long list of potential degrading pet names for you to decide on—some in languages you didn't speak. Eventually, he was satisfied to put an end to what you were sure being interrogated felt like. That is, if the interrogator saw fit to cuddle and kiss the criminal into a confession.

So the fateful night came, and all had gone well. You had the sore muscles and countless bite marks to prove it. It was what came after that made you feel akin to something worthy of heavenly worship.

Once you were both dried off from a much needed—and breathtakingly intimate—bath, [REDACTED] began taking inventory of you. Gentle fingers glided over your naked form as he stood behind you, lingering at every mole, mark, and reddened imprint of teeth. He noticed all the small reactions of your body at certain placements of his careful touch, gaze focused on your visage in the mirror while you brushed your teeth. They couldn’t help but bestow a feather light kiss to each spot you barely tensed at to serve as silent apologies.

"Ren," you said once you'd spit your mouthful of toothpaste into the sink. "I told you I'm fine."

Blue eyes pointedly met yours in his reflection. "Really? Y'so sure after that punishment you wanted?" Their hand moved from your hip to lightly pat your bare ass, taking note of the whining gasp you let out. "'Wonder how you're gonna do that little front desk job tomorrow."

"It probably won't hurt by then," you insisted with a rather unsure shrug. As you set your toothbrush next to his untouched one, you looked back at him. "Not gonna brush your teeth?"

"Not quite yet. 'M relishing in the taste of you, Angel." They sensually licked their lips for dramatic effect.

Your nose wrinkled. "I love you, but that's so gross." Still, you raised up on your toes to kiss him, nasty as he was.

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Dressed in your favorites among their clothes, you were splayed out on your stomach over the bed sheets—in hopes to save your admittedly sore ass come morning. You stared up at your overly doting hacker, who'd resigned himself to playing with your hair in silence. Your mind only wandered at his caress.

You couldn't imagine how you'd gotten so lucky to be their first and only.

Hours had passed since that intense encounter, and he hadn't left your side except to get things you meekly asked for—it was impossible to ask too much, he'd reminded you. A blanket to warm up, a hot drink to soothe your tired throat, a gentle massage to relax you, and even gentler words of reassuring praise as you'd bathed together in steamy water and afterglow. Their soft, loving touch to bring you to quiet bliss once again in their embrace as you soaked in the bath stayed settled in your mind. It almost completely overshadowed the rough treatment they had you pleading on the verge of tears about earlier.

His actions were above and beyond the bare minimum that others were elated to get. There were myriads of horror stories about terrible partners that completely withdrew after sex, and even more so when performing certain emotionally and physically vulnerable activities on their supposed loved one. You knew he’d never treat you in such a hurtful way. Despite that security, just the thought of it burdened you in the days leading up. To be left to your own devices after the things he whispered in your ear and did to your body—no matter how desperately you welcomed it all—would devastate you.

"You know you mean the world t'me," he suddenly said, an uneasy frown on his face that brought you back to his focus.

Those words again. Words you'd heard plenty in your relationship, usually accompanied by an embarrassed shrug to explain away some bizarre habit of theirs you'd discovered, or a passionate kiss to soothe both you and themselves. You'd lost count of how much your lover repeated the sentiment tonight. He still must've been worried that you needed soothing in spite of his endless affections.

You hadn't realized you were holding onto a frown of your own. "I know," you spoke his name with resounding devotion and a soft smile, "You mean the universe to me."

Familiar pink blossomed in surprise on his cheeks, but he quickly caught on to your game. "Y'mean everything to me, Angel. ‘Love you more than anything."

"You mean—" His thumb pressed over your lips to silence you. It was completely stunning. They'd hardly ever stopped you from speaking before, even if it was to scold them.

"Whatever you're trying t'one up me with is already included in everything. So you’re not beating me here," he explained, smug as could be while he loomed ever closer. Ticklish kisses came littered along your cheeks and anywhere else he managed to reach, further encouraged by your laughs of protest.

You successfully wriggled out from their grasp after a few torturous moments. You felt flushed, clothes in disarray from their calculated attack. As you tugged up the sheets to hide under, you teasingly tossed a pillow at him. "Go get me some water, asshole."

He was happy to let the pillow hit him square in the face for your satisfaction. "Anything for you, my love."

#14 days with you #14dwy #14dwy redacted #mentions of:#cw kink #cw degradation #cw impact play #momo writing #pls lmk other cw tags you feel necessary #fucked up my sleep to write this cause this rat won't leave my brain #and i keep writing them so SILLY #it gives me the goo to make them a lil clown i'm so sorry #haha what if i wrote the smut that goes with it /hj #unless? 😳

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hanasnx · 4 months

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thinking about Jason Todd dating a veterinarian/doctor reader. We all know he's very busy with his Red Hood work, so having someone with a busy schedule is almost a relief for him, because then he wouldn't have to worry about disappointing you due to lack of time. he has a lack of time monitoring the city and the reader has a lack of time on medical duty. it's fair. it work.

but that’s not the best point of all, at least not for me. In my mind, Jason is very closed off and stubborn, so it's very difficult to get him to take care of the injuries he gets in alley fights against criminals, but now he's dating a doc and It change things, especially when they're trying to tend to an injury and it's so close, holding him still because god, won't he stop squirming? and he's like "okok, put your tits on my face will not calm me down, doc." It does. it calm him down. jason is a tit guy. He can sit for hours with you stitching his back without anesthesia if it means he'll have the soft flesh hidden beneath a tank top rubbing against him, against his face.

This is shaping up to be a long-winded rant and I don't want to be exhaustive, so I'll go to the last topic: the way tend his injures always lead to sex. he has this thing that he wants to be taken care of. he's rude and dominant with everyone and maybe even in bed, but sometimes he just wants his love to put bandages on his shoulders and spread kisses all over his face while he rides him nice and slow, saying that everything will be fine, that he will be brand new on no time. I also think it could happen since he's just too beat up to fight crime and Reader just put a stay-at-home sign on him, and it's driving him mad. he has nothing to take out all that energy and anger, so he takes it out on you, fucking you against every possible corner and surface, unlike the bubble of love from before, now he's just digging short nails into your hips already marked by his fingers, creating more and more noise tickets late at night.

anyway, I think that's it! I'm so happy you liked that ask about Dick & ballerina, it just warmed my heart! hope you're doing well!

MINORS DNI 18+

"Jay— Jay! You'll pull your stitches!" you warn, but JASON TODD remains un-intimidated, yanking you back by your hips to meet his thrusts. Some thug with a knife gave him a long slice across his bicep, followed closely by one across the side of his ribcage. Wounds you'd just finished tending, but the bourbon he'd downed to ease the pain was already in full effect. That, or he's fucking you through the sting. He's got you bent over in front of him, your fingers bracing on some piece of furniture while you stand. He didn't bother taking your clothes off, yanking your panties down to pool around your ankles, your smart little pencil skirt folded over your torso.

"Help me through the pain, Doc." he replies, his gruff voice strained from effort. "Hurts so good." he moans, but you can tell he's feigning it, as if he's not taking you seriously. To distract you from your protests, his large body curls around you, hand cupping your hanging tits, rolling the flesh in his fingers and palm. "If you cum on this dick I'll feel better."

You bark a laugh at him, releasing a breath you didn't realize you were holding. "Make me do it then. I'll have to patch you back up after this anyway." As if to playfully punish you for your attitude, he smacks one of your tits and you squeak in surprise.

"Finally on board."

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murdrdocs · 2 months

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ares fucks you in the most sloppy way ever. like the man is nasty. first of all, yall are probably coming back from some sports bar or a pub, possibly in an alley or something. best believe he's rawdogging it. that man— no, sorry, that GOD, will stick two fingers down your throat, have you gagging, and then with no warning will shove them up your pussy, spit string still attached. he wont just fuck you til your eyes are rolling back but until your drooling all over your own tits. your both covered in sweat (do gods sweat?). you nails r clawing down his back? good. mark him up. they'll be gone by morning anyway. not that the same can be said for you, with all the bruises and hickeys hes littering your skin with. and im not just talking soots, im talking full on handprints... on your hips, your inner thighs, your neck...

also, he will def slap u in the face and grab your cheeks for eye contact. and if yall r in doggy he will have a fistful of your hair pulling ur head back while he chokes you and slams into you.

-ares anon

thats it 4 tonight, i swear celeste <3

i was gonna go to sleep but …. i don’t even know how to add onto this ???

cw impact play/slapping; choking; major degradation; MDNI 18+

i feel like he makes you wait. ares smokes, just because he can, really. so he’s standing outside of the bar with you, back leaned against the brick while he takes his precious time inhaling the tobacco and letting the smoke out into the air. you stand a little bit away from him on his direction, wearing his jacket because he got tired of hearing you whine and complain about being cold. he’s this close to slipping a few dollars (don’t ask how he got them) into your hand and telling you to go play some arcade game like you’re nothing but a nuisance. but luckily it’s then that he reaches the filter and he has the cigarette stomped under the bottom of his shoe.

and then he’s fucking your mouth with his tongue. he won’t let you get close to the smoke (he doesn’t want his fuck toy to have the horrible smokers cough mortals get), but he’ll let you taste it from him. he’s holding you close by the back of your head, palming your skull which fits perfectly within it, nestled between the callouses.

he pulls away with just enough room to tell you to spread your legs, and as soon as you do as told he shoves his fingers into your mouth, stares you down with an eyebrow quirked in challenge as he flattens his fingers out along the very back of your tongue. when you’re starting to choke around them, useless hands wrapping around his wrist for security, he’ll remove his hand and shove it right up into your cunt, mocking you for not wearing any panties like a “desperate slut”.

then he’ll fuck you nasty. he’s trained you for this. he’s made sure you could handle at least half of his potential.

his hips painfully snapping up into yours. the palms of your hands scraping against the rough and dirty brick of the outside of the bar. the straps of your dress pulled down but you’re still wearing his jacket. and every time it slips off of your shoulders he threatens you, telling you that maybe he should let someone stumble upon you two. or maybe he’ll take you out in the street and deface you there. or maybe he’ll just ignore you. if you let his jacket fall he’ll just pretend you don’t exist and leave you to your weak fingers or even weaker mortal men.

and god does he love to bruise. handprints on your ass cheeks are his favorite. he’s taken to wearing a ring on his pinkie just so he can see where it’s cut into your skin.

at one point he’ll give you a little reprieve, blessing you by turning you around and wrapping your legs around his waist. your hands will find their place under his black tee. his hand will find its place around your neck. and you’ll both leave your mark. only his will be gone by the time you wake up next to him while you’ll be forced to wear a scarf or something for a while.

and in the morning, when you’re whining about hurting and needing a break, ares will snicker in your face. he’ll tell you “okay” and grab his shit and get ready to leave, but then you’re pouting and telling him you didn’t mean it. you’re spreading your legs and throwing the sheet off of your body and letting him use you again. and if you dare look away when he’s fucking you in missionary—something he does for you, mind you, he knows how sappy and sentimental you get and how you ‘need’ to see him—then he’s slapping your cheek and digging his fingers into your skin, pursuing your lips and making you look as dumb as he thinks you are while he forces you to stare up at him.

“eyes on me. right here,” he’ll tell you, maybe going as far as to snap his fingers right above his head to gather your attention. like you’re nothing but an inattentive animal.

#aresworld!#celeste writes pjo #ares pjo x reader #ares pjo x you #ares pjo smut #cw impact play #ares x reader

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alittlemxchievous · 5 months

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✨💖 Offices are so frustrating. Anyone want to help me work out my anger? 🫦 💖✨

#dommy kae #trans swer #trans #transfem #nsft #kaene #sadistic kae #cw impact play

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even-all · 20 days

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"your hands are so pretty <3" (please hit me please hit me please hit me)

#cw impact play #cw painplay #nsft #queer nsft

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