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roblox x reader blog (she/it 20y/o)! requests closed, read pinned post! nsfw on blog, proceed with caution

[coffinofsweetdeath]

hello! welcome!

my name is sugar, welcome to my paradise! here you will find a lovely assortment of roblox x reader fan fictions!

i will take sfw and nsfw requests for the following fandoms:

regretevator!

forsaken!

phighting!

request information

i will only do x reader requests! poly relationships ok!

be specific with requests! give me scenarios! something to work with! it can be a little tiny detail and that will usually help me write!

any characters that are canonically minors will be platonic ONLY. no exceptions.

i am more comfortable writing some characters than others, but i will do my best!

i write for fun, please be patient with me.

request status will be posted regularly!

i also take nsfw requests!

please do not request or interact with any kind of nsfw posts on here if you are a minor. nsfw posts will be tagged separately from sfw fics.

rules from above apply. i will not do more extreme kinks (ask if unsure). i am still learning to write smut, so please be patient with me!

masterlists are below!

regretevator masterlist!

forsaken masterlist!

phighting masterlist!

enjoy your stay!

[7kingofspades7]

breaking and reparing

college!007n7 x reader, hurt/comfort, fluff

summary

you made the mistake of joining a coding class when ya dont know shit about coding, so you're forced to ask the guy who likes to burn down your place of employment for help on an assignment.

You stare into the blue light of your laptop, eyes burning with exhaustion.

Yeah, you have no idea what you're doing.

You made the mistake of joining a new class late in the semester, after having to drop a different class due to the professor being a total creep. And, like the fool you are, you chose a coding class. Because it "sounded interesting."

God, you regret that now, staring blankly at an assignment you don't understand. Your code is a mess, spaghetti tangles of bugs and broken logic. You just do not understand it, and you've joined late enough that you're even more lost because everyone else is miles ahead of you.

The lack of understanding isn't even the worst part, it's your classmates. Two, in particular. 007n7 and Noli.

Unfortunately, you've met those two before-- specifically 007n7. Those damn hackers just love tormenting your place of employment, Builder Brothers Pizza. Elliot, the poor guy, deals with the brunt of it. But he's too much of a people-pleasing sweetheart to tell the hackers to go fuck themselves. So, sadly, you do have to deal with them occasionally. Telling them to fuck off when Elliot won't, calling the Admins when things get too out of hand, ect ect.

In recent times, though-- since you joined the coding class, actually-- you've had to deal with 007n7 more often. He'll come in to wreck the place during Elliot's (rare) days off, targeting you and you alone. Setting any ovens you touch on fire, instantly rotting the pizzas you cook, flinging friendly customers across the map... just tormenting you for no good reason. All with that obnoxious smirk.

The situation got even stranger when you ran into him and Noli on your way to class for the first time. Surprisingly, they weren't as aggressive as usual. They were almost awkward, with 007n7 avoiding eye contact and Noli nudging him every five seconds. Eventually he called you lame and skittered off like the little rat he is, but his anxious behavior (and the teasing from Noli) stuck in your mind.

He seems much more... approachable when he's not hacking. You even considered asking him for help with your assignment, but the thought of him mocking you and using it as ammunition next time he decides to torment you quickly ended that idea.

You start to consider it again, staring blankly at the lines of code you can't quite make sense of, eyes glazing over as they scan the same line over and over. Frustration boils under your skin, and tears prick at your eyes.

You need a break.

You slam the laptop shut, with far more force than necessary, and tuck it under your arm. You ignore the tired/confused grumbling of your half asleep roommate, and stomp out of the dorm. Fresh air will make you feel better.

Probably. You hope.

This late at night, or maybe early in the morning, there's not many other people outside. Everyone else is either asleep or cramming for exams in their dorms or the library. So you have free rein of the sidewalks, shambling across concrete to find a nice place for your impulsive scenery change.

The street lights illuminate your path, but a flicker ahead of you portents doom. Your mind flashes to cheesy horror flicks you've watched either far too late at night or far too high, where the pretty blonde sorority girl gets hacked and slashed in a scene just like the one in front of you.

And then the lights flicker back on, and you catch a glimpse of that smug smirk, and you wish it was a masked assailant instead.

"What are you, some sort of... campus zombie?" 007n7 taunts, hands in his pockets in an attempt to seem cooler than he is as he approaches, and you consider turning heel and running back to your dorm. But, you squeeze the laptop closer to your chest and stand your ground.

"What, am I not allowed to take a walk?" You huff, and he tilts his head.

"I never said that." With the distance between you and the lights overhead, you can't see his expression past the glare of his glasses. "What's with the laptop?"

You glance down at it, and involuntarily frown. "I need to work on an assignment. The--" You cut yourself off and hesitate, debating on telling him or not. "...The one from our coding class. I'm... struggling with it. I needed to clear my head."

He snorts. "Really? That was so easy, I finished it in like, 5 minutes."

You doubt that, but it stings nonetheless.

It seems like a tiny provocation, not something worth being upset over, but you already know he's better at this. He's a hacker for admin's sake, of course he's better at coding. And the thought of him judging you, rubbing it in...

You feel the tears start to well up before you can stop it, the exhaustion and existing self loathing taking over. Weeks of frustration, at this assignment, at school in general, at him, it finally boils over.

"I just..." You sniffle. "I just don't get it."

You finally break. Your arms slump, barely holding onto the laptop as you burst into tears, flopping down to sit on the curb. You don't notice him flinching back, completely surprised by this sudden outcome.

(He wasn't even trying to be mean! He's too good at this for his own good.)

This is the worst. First you deal with feeling like a total idiot because you can't figure out a basic coding assignment, and now this asshole is going to make you feel like an idiot for crying in front of him. You brace for the mockery, preparing for the sound of his cruel laugh...

And yet, silence.

Eventually, you hear him sit down next to you. Huh??

He reaches out, attempting an awkward/comforting shoulder pat, but you reel away from his touch. He hesitates, and then crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back away from you. Pouting like a child, just out of view.

So, the two of you sit in awkward silence for a moment. The only sound being your muffled sobbing. 007n7 opens his mouth to speak again, but quickly closes it again after a particularly loud sob, hesitating on what to say while he watches your shoulders rack.

He squeezes his eyes shut, arguing with himself internally, and then finally scoffs. "Let me see it."

You glance up at him, raising a hand to rub the tears from your eyes. "...Huh?"

"Your project, let me see it." He rolls his eyes as if it's the most obvious thing ever, gesturing towards the laptop tucked under your arms. Defensively, you hold it closer to yourself and sniffle.

How can he seriously ask you to just... hand over your work like that? All he's ever done is ruin shit for you, it's all he's good at.

But, your work is already dog shit anyways. Incomprehensible lines of code that would make a bowl of spaghetti look neatly organized. So, it's not like he can steal it or wreck it more or something.

Seriously, this night is already terrible enough. What's the worst that could happen?

Begrudgingly, you flick the laptop open and open up your assignment, then pass it over to 007n7. Then, you bury your head in your knees and hope he isn't too mean about what he sees.

But, after a few more minutes of quietly sobbing while curled up into a little ball, you realize he hasn't said anything. The only sound you've heard for the past few minutes has been the quiet clacking of keys, the rhythmic thumping of 007n7's tail against the concrete, and your own shallow breathing. The silence is a well deserved break, but also terrifying considering you're sitting next to a scheming hacker. So, you dare to lift your head and take a peak.

Through tear-blurred eyes, you watch 007n7-- hunched over your laptop like a shrimp, staring at the screen with a surprising intensity. His tongue pokes out from between his teeth, totally focused on carefully reading each line of code over and over, scanning for errors and correcting what he sees. You sit up straight in surprise.

You've never seen him this... delicate. Usually, when he torments your place of employment, he treats his stupid gui like a toy. Flicking machinery and boxes of dough around like it weighs nothing, like it is nothing, all while destroying everything in his path. Cheerful and uncaring, as the flames climb higher and higher all around you. And yet here, he looks downright peaceful. Treating each line of code with a gentle touch you didn't think he was capable of until now, carefully correcting each of your mistakes. Fixing instead of destroying.

You stare at him for another second, taking in his appearance. You've never been this close to him before. You start noticing things about him... like the deep eye bags from surely many sleepless nights, the glint of metal from a tongue piercing when it pokes out from his oddly sharp teeth, the acne that litters his whole face, and the way his glasses slide down his nose while he leans forwards.

Without thinking, driven only by instinct in your sleep deprived state, you reach out and push his glasses up for him by the edge of his frames.

He flinches hard, and pauses. Almost blue screening. You flinch as well, once you realize what you've done, and prepare for some rude or cocky comment.

Instead, he lets out a (fake sounding) grumble, swats your hand away, and leans back into your/his work.

With the light of the laptop screen illuminating his face, you catch the pink dust that quickly rises to his cheeks. It's almost cute. Almost. You're still mad about him blowing up a box of pizza sauce on your favorite shirt.

You sniffle for a final time, tears fully dried as you watch 007n7 work with the same intensity he's using to fix your assignment. You consider thanking him, but hold back. You're still not sure if he's actually fixing it or wrecking it even worse.

You decide to just silently watch him, taking in his (surprisingly cute) appearance in more detail as he works.

"There." After a few minutes, he finally huffs and gently closes the laptop. "It's not the best organized, but at least it'll run now. I'll explain where you fucked it up at a reasonable hour--"

He cuts himself off with a quiet, surprised noise as he feels a weight drop onto his shoulder. Hesitantly, he glances down at you. Fast asleep, head resting on his shoulder like it belongs there, snug as a bug in a rug.

He freezes up completely, the red flush melting over his face again. This time he thinks he really is going to blue-screen.

(R.I.P. The ""Great"" Hacker 007n7, killed by physical contact with his crush from school. Noli will never let him live this down.)

i didnt go to college so . erm. if the changing classes stuff is inaccurate im Sorry. also i know nothing about coding. They say write what you know, and i tell Them to eat shit and die

also first time posting my fics to tumblr pls be gentle..

[saltyjummylizardz-deactivated20]

its dangerous to go alone. here take this

stupid thang

[coffinofsweetdeath]

hello everyone! sorry for inactivity! i will be very honest, my doors fixation has come back full force since the outdoors update. that and some writers block …

tbh i have been thinking about opening requests for doors x reader, because i have written a handful before on my ao3! the issue is im not sure if people will be interested enough to send requests, lol. let me know if youd like to see any of that, though! much love <3

[isaacz]

i got the polycule brainworms

[reiwini]

🍲

[cabbag3juice]

Two time×reader

Pls🙏🏻

Necessary sacrifices

TW: blood

[coffinofsweetdeath]

First, hiii.

Secondly, can i request Folly x reader (gn or M), who is just chill about all nightmares stuff she do. Cause he(they) pretty much fell for her since first encounter on her boss battle floor.

(Headcanons or Oneshot, whatever is clicking with you. Also nsfw is okay just incase)

And thanks in advance.

a nightmare and a dream

— in which you don’t really mind folly’s shenanigans.

cw: short, maybe ooc ..

folly thinks you’re weird. a strange one indeed. ever since the two of you first met on her floor, you seemed to be oddly enamored by her. you weren’t scared, you weren’t disgusted. you just… stared at her. with a blank expression. she didn’t like it. she preferred the terrified staring from everyone else. she killed you pretty quickly without a second thought.

then you kept coming back. you kept coming back to seemingly continue to stare at her and do nothing else. you didn’t speak to her. you didn’t even speak to your peers. just kinda stared. you barely even reacted when she killed you. you just kept coming back.

then there was the time she finally got on the elevator. everyone was terrified of her. they stayed as far away as they could in the cramped box. except for you, of course. you didn’t say much, or even do much. you just stared at her. it truly aggravated her. she wanted to haunt your dreams, not even to scare you at this point, just so you will finally leave her be.

and when she finally did do that, you seemed… oddly calm about it. there was no screaming, there was no pleading, there was no crying. you were just… there. watching her. she really didn’t like it now. why couldn’t she get anything out of you?! not even a whimper?!

she finally asked you what your deal was. you didn’t quite know how to respond. you just thought she was pretty. she didn’t really like that answer. she finally snapped and asked you why you aren’t scared of her. you only repeated yourself. i think you’re pretty.

she killed you in your dream pretty quickly after that. you woke up in a cold sweat, though you couldn’t deny your rapidly thumping heart either.

returning back to her own realm, folly grumbles and mutters to herself incoherently. you were really irritating. she didn’t like it. didn’t like how you stared at her without a hint of fear no matter the circumstances. didn’t like how your dumb stupid face was etched into her mind. didn’t like how your voice echoed in her head. i think you’re pretty. she really didn’t like it. no matter, though, because you will come to fear her soon enough. she’ll make sure of it. she’ll make your biggest fears come true.

you, on the other hand, are sitting by yourself in your dark bedroom. butterflies flutter in your stomach as you think about your recent encounter with her in your dream.

you find yourself wondering when you’ll see her again…

confession ive never played folly’s floor. i hope this is okay tho…

[coffinofsweetdeath]

This blog made me question my sexuality and I have no shame 😛😛😛

THANK GOD

[coffinofsweetdeath]

100 followers!!! thank you 🩷🩷🩷🩷!!! would you guys like me to celebrate in any way? if yes, let me know in my inbox and ill take it into consideration!! sorry i really wasnt expecting to get here this fast. i love you all.

[coffinofsweetdeath]

HI………omg I’m on my main help I hope none of my friends find me can I get a two time x reader……hurt reader/comfort tt….with cuddles and kisses thank you

tomorrow will be a better day

— in which two time comforts you after a rough day.

cw: two time is a bit strange but they mean well. otherwise none!

finally. you finally made it home. the gray clouds perched above in the sky makes the house in front of you seem foreboding. like something evil awaits you within. but you have no energy to pay it any mind. you tiredly drag your feet along the wet pavement, fallen leaves squishing underneath your boots. the sound of your feet stomping up the front stairs seems louder than usual.

the sound of the front door creaking open makes your skin crawl. the aged wood scraping across the carpet beneath, the squeaky hinges terrorizing your ears. it’s all almost too much at this point. you absentmindedly kick the door shut with your muddy boots, wanting to collapse into your bed already. you ignore the muddy tracks, thinking that would be a problem for future you.

as you’re peeling off your wet coat, you think to yourself; the house is quiet. it’s clean, thankfully, but eerily silent. it’s odd. your partner is usually waiting by the door almost like a clingy dog waiting to greet you with the same big smile you fell in love with. but you are greeted with nothing but silence and the consuming dread of your own thoughts. not the most pleasant experience, especially not after today.

as you’re considering your next decision, whether it be to snack your sorrows away in front of a movie, or to bury yourself in thick blankets and sleep until next week, you miss the feeling of two thin hands sneaking around your waist from behind.

“blessed be the spawn, for my love has returned to me once more!” your heart practically dropped to your ass at the sound of your partner’s shrill voice coming from behind you, their chin resting against your soaked shoulder. good god, you love them, but you really need to get a bell on this guy. they breathe in your scent, sighing as they do so. after a few moments of silence, they begin to speak once again. 

“hmm,” they let out a thoughtful hum. you can feel the vibrations of their voice against your cold skin. “the spawn tells me you are upset. why is that? bad day?” they squeeze you gently, looking at you with a soft look. at least as soft as their manic grin can look.

“uh, yeah…” you utter, ready to spill every grueling detail about your awful day when you’re suddenly stopped by two time, their finger shushing you with a giggle.

“shhh, shhh… worry no more, darling. the spawn has you in his arms now. there is nothing that can hurt you now, not while you’re under his protection. come now…”

you have no time to protest as your body is picked up a bit too effortlessly for your liking. two time’s unlikely strength despite their lanky limbs and frail build never failed to shock you extensively. though you’re far too tired to think about it too hard today. so you sit still in their arms and allow them to carry you towards your shared bedroom.

they push the door open with their hip, the cozy atmosphere immediately hitting you and making you melt. the lights have been dimmed already, and your favorite blankets and plushies are neatly folded at the foot of the bed. your preferred snacks and drinks are seated on the bedside table, practically calling your name. two time grins at your gawking.

“the spawn had advised me that you weren’t feeling well. i planned ahead to ensure my love would feel most comfortable after a day such as these.” they smile sweetly, making you feel a bit uneasy, but the gesture is still sweet nonetheless. “i understand your sorrows. your burdens shall be mine to carry as well.”

how they actually could have known that you had a bad day is something you don’t want to worry yourself with right now. at least they’re trying to be nice.

they hum, bringing you over to the soft bed and setting you down carefully. you’re just about to pull several blankets over yourself and knock out, but two time stops you. though your complaint is cut off entirely by a gasp as two time nearly jumps on top of you. they immediately wrap their arms around your body once again, nuzzling into the back of your neck with a content smile.

they’re warm. you can feel yourself already drifting off. despite this, you can still vividly feel two time pressing gentle kisses along the back of your neck down to your shoulder, muttering some ramblings you don’t quite catch in your tired stare. it’s still soft, comforting. they switch between nuzzling into you and pressing gentle loving kisses to your exposed skin. it makes your brain fuzz and your skin heat up. the weight of the day you had melts away in an instant. two time smiles against your skin at the feeling of your muscles relaxing.

“your worries are no more. not while i’m here.”

if u get the title reference we are in love and kissing

[coffinofsweetdeath]

POST 🔜!! STAY TUNED !!

[coffinofsweetdeath]

Hi, just wondering when are you gonna open request? cuz i have a special someone in mind that i have been fixated on...

just asking though...

i hope you are doing well :3

hi!!! ahhh im so sorry !!! work and mental health have been a bitch again lately!!! sucks because im also scarily close to 100 followers and i wanted to reopen requests by then :,c

hopefully i start working on some wips today. i have no definitive answer of when requests will be open but i will keep you guys updated! much love 🩷🩷🩷

[coffinofsweetdeath]

ohmyGYAT the. PIZZAPUNCHREADER REUQUWST IS SO FIRE. ur writing is top tier..... jumps around as i patiently wait for the next one

AAA THANK YOU!! im so happy you all love my writing… ;w:

[coffinofsweetdeath]

When are ur requests gonna be open😭

HOPEFULLY SOON!!!! i need to clear some out! sorry for the wait!! this account has gotten more popular than i anticipated <3

[coffinofsweetdeath]

sugarr what’s your queue look like rn? :0

currently at 18 requests in my inbox! im hoping to steadily work though them and reopen requests when i get them down to around 10! next fic is going to be another requested sfw two time one!

[coffinofsweetdeath]

Can you do a nsfw fic of

Elliot(top) x reader(bottom) x guest1337(top)

Scenario:

reader keeps snatching pizza when others desperately need it even mocking the survivors with low HP eating Infront of them with the pizza in hand..irritating Elliot more because of that,reader not lending a hand for guest 1337,either just going straight towards him with the killer chasing reader when he tried to find any medkit or anyone to protect him at low HP he got killed immediately and reader being a jerk about it

So when the rounds over both Elliot and guest1337 tried to confront reader(privately) about their own actions that lead to them failing that round,but reader dismissed it completely,both of them decided to punish reader on bed(which reader is secretly into it,but didn't admit)and fuck reader into submission..

Is it okay if it could add up some degradation 🥹🥹 sorry if I worded it wrong LOL I'm not good with scenarios

every man for himself! NSFW

— in which elliot and guest 1337 teach you a much needed lesson in manners.

cw: tad bit of pizzapunch if you really squint, reader is an asshole, hatefucking, degradation, overstimulation, amab reader and guest, elliot has no described genitals

“whoops, gonna need that, thanks!” you call, appearing out of seemingly nowhere, pushing past a heavily injured noob and snatching the slice of pizza thrown on the grass before they could even react. elliot groans, already dreading your arrival from the start as he shouts after you, irritated. but you only wave the two survivors off, making sure to make a show of savoring the gooey delicious pizza. and just as quickly as you had arrived, you were gone once again. elliot grumbles something incoherently before turning to comfort the frightened noob. no point wasting energy on you again.

you had a habit of doing that. snatching up the pizzas elliot lends to your fellow teammates despite your injuries almost always being incredibly minor. elliot hated it. he hated you. he wishes you would just fix your damn attitude, but the way you grin and laugh every time he shouts at you in frustration shows that you have no plans of stopping.

fortunately for elliot, he at least has someone else who shares his frustrations.

guest 1337 didn’t quite enjoy your presence either. guest is a tough faced soldier, his skin and heart hardened from fighting in the war. though despite this, he is a calm and understanding man towards his fellow survivors. it takes a lot to get on his bad side. but that somehow you did.

on multiple occasions have you led the killer straight towards where guest is, while he’s merely tending to his or someone else’s wounds, or just minding his own business. this has of course led to many unnecessary casualties, but obviously you didn’t care. your reasoning was that everyone comes back to life after each round anyways. guest argues that death is painful for everyone, not just you. but you only scoff in his face. that aggravated him beyond comprehension.

guest 1337 and elliot found at least some relief in each other when they ended a round overly frustrated from your antics. but it comes to a boiling point one day when they both confront you, and you grin at them and say “why don’t you make me stop?”

so thats what they decided to do with you. they’re going to do whatever they can in their power to make you stop.

and maybe this was really the only way they could do it anymore. not like it wasn’t entirely enjoyable for the both of them, though.

“o- oh, f- fuuuck… shit, hah…” loud moans tumbling from your swollen lips echoed from behind your bedroom door, only muffled by the shirt stuffed in your mouth. after weeks of failed attempts to get through to you, guest and elliot finally had you where they want you. below them, whining and begging for forgiveness. elliot has your upper body sat on their lap, his hands roughly pinching at your stiff nipples. meanwhile, guest is leaning above you, pounding into your wet sloppy hole with wild abandon. he lets out occasional quiet huffs and grunts, though it doesn’t compare to how loud you were.

your body squirms, although it does little to free you from the bruising grip that guest and elliot have on you. at your display of resistance, guest 1337 grips your thighs tighter, ignoring the strangled gasp that comes out of your throat when he angles a sharp thrust on your prostate. he watches with twisted amusement as your cock twitches and dribbles an absurd amount of precum, begging and pleading to be touched and treated mercilessly all the same.

“fuckin’ whore…” guest pants, sweat dripping from his chin. “this is what you wanted all along, huh? you wanted someone to, haah, mold your pathetic hole into the shape of their cock?”

at the lack of your response from being too lost in pleasure, elliot tightly grips your chin and forces you to look at guest. “tell us,” elliot mutters, bending down until his breath was hot against your ear. “tell us how much of a slut you are. how much you wanted this. fuckin’ freak.” he spits, hand trailing downwards and brushing against your sensitive cock. you jump at the feeling, hips involuntarily bucking into his hands to chase the sensation. he jerks his hand away, not allowing you the much needed stimulation.

“why don’t you fuckin’ earn it, huh? say it.” elliot grunts, glaring at you with such intensity that you find yourself shivering in your vulnerable state. too desperate and lost in pleasure, you mumble out a somewhat comprehensible string of words, mostly consisting of “yes” and “more.”

the men decided to be a little nice, just this once.

you let out a loud wanton moan as elliot’s rough hand suddenly encases your hard cock, immediately beginning to jerk you off with vigor. occasionally, his thumb brushes against the slit on your tip, making you gasp. the overwhelming barrage of pleasure was already bringing you closer to your peak, the knot in your stomach impossibly tight. elliot and guest work on your body in tandem, guest’s thrusts into your ass slowly becoming more sloppy whilst elliot becomes more lazy with his motions. despite everything, it still ends up being too much.

thick ropes of cum spurt from your overstimulated cock, coating elliot’s hand and guest’s pelvis in your sticky fluids. you spasm in their grip, though this does nothing to deter either of them. they continue their cruel ministrations and you can’t stop the embarrassingly high pitched moan that escapes you. both of the men grin in satisfaction at your reactions, watching intently as you pant and moan like a bitch in heat.

“good little slut.” elliot whispers.

guest lets out a loud grunt, mumbling something under his breath before he bottoms out inside of you, his heavy balls slapping against your ass as he spurts his hot seed into your ass with a hiss. you pant heavily, feeling his thick cum fill you up within seconds. its hot and nasty, but its so disgustingly good. after taking a few moments to come down from his high, guest pulls his now softening cock out of your hole, watching in satisfaction as his seed almost immediately begins to leak from your spent hole. he uses his thick fingers to push it back in, ignoring your whines of protest. guest and elliot only laugh at you.

“what, tired already?” elliot hums with mock sympathy, his hands deceivingly gentle as they rub your arms. “i haven’t even had my turn yet. and i think there’s plenty more to teach you in manners…” as he speaks to you, you’re suddenly flipped around without warning, your head now resting against guest’s crotch. guest pets your hair gently, before taking his once again hardening cock in his hand and positioning you closer to it. you shiver as you feel elliot tightly gripping your hips from behind.

“we’re done when we say we’re done, sweet face.”

IM NOT PERSONALLY INTO DEGRADATION AND HATEFUCKING IM SORRY IF THIS SUCKKKSSSS i like my sex #loving and #romantic