bunny

girl with the bunny tattoo (literally!)

[danforthkiddo]

hiiiii!! i’m bunny!

she/her, 18, desi

requests are so open! feel free to send all your smutty thoughts

rules

minors please please please do not interact! this is an 18+ blog. ageless/blank blogs will be blocked.

please don’t dm me if it’s not fic related (basically, do not message me if you’re going to be weird and pervy towards ME. let’s only be weird and pervy to the characters)

i do write taboo/dark kinks. most is very dead dove. there will be fauxcest. there will be realcest. many characters may be written as predatory. read at your own discretion!! you’ve been warned!

you, and you alone, are responsible for your own triggers. i promise you that if you come into my asks whining about how bad my fics upset you, you’re getting blocked with no reply

i only write for f!reader !!

my hyperfixations

titus danforth (ready or not 2)

ursula danforth (ready or not 2)

jack abbot (the pitt)

michael robinavitch (the pitt)

terry mccandless (reckless)

sammy bryant (southland)

daniel le domas (ready or not)

pope cody (animal kingdom)

will also write for

frank langdon (the pitt)

brendon park (the pitt)

baran al-hashimi (the pitt)

dean winchester (supernatural)

john winchester (supernatural)

[danforthkiddo]

HI HI HI HUGEEEEEEEEEE ASOIAF/HOTD FAN HERE!!!! i’m so excited about this daemon plotline! him murdering some random goat guy so that he can protect rhaena (also rhaena specifically singing the same lullaby daemon did earlier in the series to calm sheepstealer) was so insane. all rhaena ever wanted was a dragon because she was taught that being a dragonrider was the only way to get her father’s attention. and now she has claimed a fucking wild dragon and she has her father’s attention!!!!! god that family is so fucked up i love them

NO like the fact that he found his special girl… in a cave… and grabbed her basically head like that. he’s gonna fuck her. also, please please reveal yourself bc i need to also talk about helaegon grief sex

[danforthkiddo]

Would demon dean be a dad! Bf and if so how possessive of his girl do you think he is?

-🥀

ohhhhhhh…. well yes!!!!!! also… i love your brain

demon dean x female reader, fauxcest

before the mark, dean was really sweet. he could be mean, sure. could smack you around. could punish you. but he cuddled you, fed you, bathed you.

demon dean does that too, in a way.

when you misbehaved on a hunt before, he used to take you into the motel room. say a few harsh words. kiss you. fuck you while you begged for it.

now, he pins you down immediately. no preparation. no cooing. just a sharp crack against your face as you sob, slotting into you without any of his warmth. “you wanted to fuck with dad, huh? wanted to make me mess up out there?”

you try to shake your head no, but it is no use. you try to cling to him, desperate for the warmth that used to come so easy. the most you get is a possessive kiss on the head. “sometimes, little girls gotta hurt to realize what not to do. ain’t that right?” you nod. anything to get him to go a little easier on you. he smacks you again. “atta girl. she’s gonna show dad some respect, now.”

after, when you’re leaking and full of him, he doesn’t clean you like he would’ve before. he lets it slide out of you. you try to whimper. “dad…” that always used to work. “daddy.” dean laughs. warms a bottle, like he always does. it doesn’t taste the same. it used to taste clean. now, the milk is sweeter. he presses the nipple to your mouth. “drink up, baby.”

you start to sob, shoulders shaking. he kisses your forehead. “hush… good girl. don’t be too loud. you just drink your bottle. daddy’ll take care of you.” you are out cold after that.

when you wake, he is dressing. you are dirtier than before. cum on your stomach, in your hair, still between your thighs. you try to push yourself up. you cry out. “poor baby. that pussy really took a beating, didn’t it?” you grab at his back. “i gotta go out now, baby. so daddy’s gonna give you another bottle, okay? don’t fight it.” you know what happens if you fight it.

you drink the bottle.

[danforthkiddo]

plss does evil baby daddy robby come to the first baby shower or just help set up?? i can see him helping put up decorations before friends come and easily waving away that he doesn’t /have/ to be at the party.. he can come back after and help clean up, put some of the gifts in the nursery..

ohhhhh he absolutely comes…. and makes all your friends extremely uncomfortable

evil baby daddy!robby x female reader, cw for cheating and mentions of infertility, oops i guess i made heather robby’s wife

you have the baby shower because your child deserves to be celebrated.

that is what you tell yourself.

your child does not deserve to live in the shadow of its father’s misdeeds or its mother’s mistakes.

also, because robby insisted you had to have a baby shower.

he tells you that he will not let his child come into this world having not been celebrated, despite the fact that he has a wife at home, completely oblivious to your existence.

so, now, you stand in a rented cafe, with some of your closest friends, pink balloons surrounding you, as robby stands in a corner.

as everyone attempts not to comment on the 55 year old man in the corner.

the father of your daughter.

who you had told everyone you had broken it off with.

you glance at him, and he smiles and gives a little wave. you shift nervously, looking from him to your friends to him again.

the shower goes pleasantly enough. you play games, eat baby food, measure your growing belly. your friend attempts to ask about him at one point, but you just shake your head. “can we not?”

you are young. too young to be pregnant with his child. too young to be rearranging your life around the shape of him.

the baby shower ends. your friends filter out slowly, one by one, as if reluctant to leave you alone with him. you know your best friend thinks he planned this. “he’s predatory, babe. of course he would.” no. he wouldn’t, you think. you’re too much of an inconvenience to his perfect, adult life.

he steps away from the wall, crossing the room towards you, presses a hand to your bump. “i’ll help bring the gifts up.” you protest. you know what this will turn into. “it’s fine, michael. i can handle it.” he laughs. it comes out mean. “no. you’re carrying my daughter. you’re not risking her to prove a point.”

he loads the gifts into his car, one by one. puts a hand on your thigh when he gets into the driver’s side. like this is normal. like you are a picturesque family.

you sit in silence, for the most part, as he drives to a house in squirrel hill north. your house, he insists. though it is in his name. you whisper. “you didn’t have to come.”

he squeezes your thigh. “why would i not be at the baby shower for my child?” you sigh and squirm in the seat. “you know what i mean. i know you have work… and heather.” he scoffs. “every patient i get is either unsavable, an idiot, or both. and heather… well, she isn’t you. and she isn’t our precious girl either.”

robby pulls into the garage, jerking the gear shifter into park. he gets out, opens the door for you, and kisses your head. “why don’t you go up and start a bath for yourself? i’ll just get these in the house. you should relax.” you try to pull away. “i’m fine.” his voice changes. goes flat. “i said, you need to relax. last i checked, i’m the medical professional here.”

you do not speak as he presses a hand between your shoulder blades and nudges you towards the door. “go on.” it is better not to fight him. because he gets vindictive and pretends it is for the baby’s own good. says stuff like “you’re not acting like a fit mother.” you trudge up the stairs, enter the large bathroom attached to the master bedroom, and turn on the tub faucet. you grab your kindle, a desperate attempt at normalcy.

as you try to enjoy your bath, tune out the world, and forget your friends’ horrified faces at the sight of robby, you can hear him loudly open the garage door. back and forth, setting gifts down on the marble countertop. you try not to imagine his arms flexing, or the way his stomach curves when he bends slightly to put them down.

the bathroom door opens. your heart flutters. “robby… we really shouldn’t.” he doesn’t respond. he just picks you up, wraps you in a towel, and sets you on your king sized bed.

his face is in your throat, now, teeth scratching, voice muffled. “you know, sex during pregnancy is supposed to help with cravings.” you do not know he’s lying. what reason would he have to lie to the twenty year old mother of his child. “my cravings have been getting pretty bad…” he laughs softly, your hand tangles in thinning hair. “i know. messaged me last night, asking if i could doordash you ice cream.”

he slots into you. you gasp as he establishes a rhythm. “said i don’t have to want for anything.” he nods against your skin. you can feel a rash from his beard forming. “that’s right. what my girl wants, my girl gets. nice house, fancy baby shower, ice cream at whatever time her little heart desires.” his hips snap into you. “said i was your special girl…” he hums an affirmative. “that’s right, baby. only my special girl could be carrying my kid. isn’t that right? that’s why none of heather’s pregnancies amounted to anything. cause she’s not special.”

you whine as he fucks you through your orgasm, trying to push him away. you hit his chest. “no more, mikey!” his hand claps down on your mouth. he speeds up.

“shhh, sweetheart. it’s better for the baby. helps with development.”

[danforthkiddo]

do not know if anyone who follows me watches hotd or is into asoiaf as a whole but daemon potentially going to have an affair with his daughter is so buzzy i need it so bad

[danforthkiddo]

Dad bf! Titus catching reader trying to cook.

-🥀

titus danforth x female reader, fauxcest, vomiting at the very end

you don’t mean to upset titus.

in fact, this all starts with you not wanting to disturb him at all.

see, daddy gets mean when he’s in meetings. especially if anyone, such as yourself, comes creeping in, demanding things of him.

so, you decide that you would be sooooo responsible, you wouldn’t even ask daddy to make you your cocoa.

yes, that is technically against the rules.

but you think daddy would be very impressed.

a maid debates whether or not to stop you. if she touches you, titus would likely have her hand cut off, if she did not, he might well do the same.

she chooses to walk to another part of the manor. she cannot be apart of this.

the flame flickers. you clumsily place the pot on the stove. milk spills over the sides. you catch your finger on the metal and quickly pull away, but somehow burn your wrist in the process.

you hear a sharp intake of breath behind you and turn instinctively. that’s not a good sign. titus grabs your wrist, holding it up in front of you. “what in the hell has gotten into you?”

you try to stammer out an excuse. “just wanted cocoa.” he fights the urge to strike you. “sure. but there are rules about the stove. what’s the rule?” you shift awkwardly, nightgown bunching. “i don’t touch the stove.” he smacks his palm down on the countertop. through gritted teeth, “no. you don’t touch the fucking stove.”

you whimper. he seems to notice, and attempts to calm himself down. “why did you not ask?” you try to shrug, but it looks more like a tremble. “didn’t wanna bother you…” his thumb presses the padding of your cheek, almost hard enough to bruise. “never a bother, honey.” he leans down, eyes gleaming with almost rage. “but you know you gotta tell dad.”

titus wraps your hand, aloe underneath the bandaging. he kisses it. he coos at you. and then, he pushes you to your knees on the hard floor. “you wanted a treat, baby? that’s what you were so desperate for? well dad’s got the treat for you.”

you squirm, but do not protest, as he slaps his cock against your cheek. he does not show much regard as he positions it against your lips, then shoves your head down, nose to base with silver pubic hair. you gag, but he just pets your face. “that’s it. just like the baba dad gives you before bed. just suck. gentle. gooood girl.”

you feel your stomach turn, and so can he, from the way you gag again. titus clicks his tongue, right as you are about to spew around him. “that’s the consequence of not telling dad what you wanna eat. you end up like this, don’t you? and now your poor little tummy is all achy.”

sour, acrid liquid pushes it’s way up your throat. he hisses as it makes contact with his cock, then thrusts deeper into you, as if punishing you for your body’s reaction. “gotta learn your lesson, angel.”

[danforthkiddo]

WE SUPPORT YOU INCEST QUEEN!!!!

this hits harder today!

[danforthkiddo]

Hi!!!! I hope you don’t mind writing about Realcest Michael Robinavitch, please.

They’re in the living room watching something. He notices the way she’s sitting and then notices her expression. Her heel is flush against her pussy as she’s sitting with two crossed legs or one leg bent. Maybe she’s just realising now for the first time how good this feels against her clit.

Pushes in the heel of her foot a bit more or grinds very slowly and sporadically since robby is there and she doesn’t want him to notice. Squirming here and there.

I honestly don’t know what’s his move next😅 up to you, but he knows it seems like she just discovered this now and is really liking it.

omg i’ve been waiting for this one….

michael robinavitch x daughter!reader. CW: INCEST. read the tags. block them. do not trigger yourself and then whine to me. it is your responsibility to manage yourself. daddaughterdaddaughterdaddaughter, 1.2k words

you and your dad have your rituals.

robby wasn’t the type of father who made it to every event, every game, every anything. you understood that. he is a doctor. he saves lives. and that, sometimes, is more important than anything you are doing.

but that does not mean he has no care for you. when he gets off shift, the first thing he does is come home. he asks you about your day, he brushes your hair. he says “kiddo” in that soft, tired voice. you do not know why it makes you squirm. but it does.

and, every friday night, you watch a movie together. recently, you had gotten very into shark movies, much to your father’s chagrin. he’s made you cocoa now, even though the summer night is hot and there is no real need for it. you lean into him as he kisses the crown of your head. “what are you planning on torturing me with today?” you glare. “it’s called 47 meters deep.”

he rolls his eyes. “course it is. a man can’t get a normal sci fi movie around here.” you point a finger at him. “be glad i’m not making you watch mean girls again.” he lifts his hands, openly surrendering. “trust me, i’m grateful. don’t even know why you watch those fucking chick flicks anyway.”

you do not reply, simply click the remote and scroll to the film. he pets your hair. “have a good day, kid?” you nod absently, letting yourself soak up his undivided attention.

you do not lie to yourself. often, you are very jealous of his patients. they get his full care. your dad. your only parent, considering your mom up and left years ago, and you’d have to be close to death to get the same level of care.

robby sucks in a breath. he rubs the back of his neck. “listen— i wanted to say that i’m sorry for missing that—” your voice goes cold. “i get it. you were called. you couldn’t come.” he notices the bite. he does not comment. “thank you, sweetheart.”

your eyes fixate on the screen as a sting plays, the shark swirling around the divers on screen. he mumbles. “this is ridiculous. what type of parent would let their daughters go shark diving.” you inhale, irritated at the interruption. “not everyone asks their parent’s permission for everything. specially not adults.” he raises a brow, squeezing the back of your neck. you are not sure if it is playful or not. “well, you would. and i’d say, no chance in hell. not playing with my baby girl’s life like that.”

you try to ignore the rush of heat that pulses through you. normal girls do not get aroused by their father being protective. you know that. you know that because you are a completely normal girl.

robby looks over his glasses at you, squeezing again. “you would ask, wouldn’t you? because not asking is the reason those stupid girls are gonna die at the end of the movie.” you shift slightly, drawing your heel against sleep shorts, trying to press subtly. “yes, dad. i’d ask. relax.”

he smiles, triumphant. “not that you’d be going on any trips by yourself, of course.” you roll your eyes. “like you’d notice if i did.”

he grabs the remote, pausing. “what’s that supposed to mean. i wouldn’t notice my only child going off to die? are you serious? kid, i notice everything about you.”

well, maybe not everything.

you press your heel in again, trying not to let your eyes roll back. you need to find a way to go to bed early. take care of yourself. just fingers and your phone.

his hand settles at your shoulder and the movie resumes. you try not to think of the pattern of your father’s breathing. of the way he sounds when he’s disappointed. maybe you should disappoint him. get arrested. force him to bail you out. you control a slight buck of your hips. his breath smells like mint. altoids. beer. he never allowed you to drink. too many studies on how it fucks up kid’s brains.

your breathing changes slightly as you try to control yourself. he glances down at you. “you good, kiddo? scared of the movie?” you shake your head, speech failing you.

the movie continues. there are screams, sobs, the constant, ever present weight of your father’s hand on you. you can feel yourself getting unpleasantly wetter, causing your shorts to slip and slide with little resistance.

you try not to look at him, still in black scrubs. he normally doesn’t change until right before he goes to bed, and there’s no anomaly here. do not sexualize your father. he would be horrified.

at that, your hips give a little buck against your heel. robby looks down, quick enough to catch the movement. his lips part. he closes them. he tries again. “kid?”

you shake your head. he flicks your cheek. “whatcha doing there?” you push his hand away. “stop being annoying.” you can feel the stern look he gives you, though your eyes are closed. “that the way we’re talking to dad, now?” your head shakes again. “good, that’s what i thought.”

he drags your hand, making you stand in front of him. “shorts down, sweetheart. let dad take a look.” you whine, but he makes that face again. you stomp your foot uselessly as he tugs at the cloth. “always were a thumper, weren’t you? i’d put you in time out and you’d just huff and puff and stomp.”

he reaches a hand between your legs, long, thick fingers clinically passing over your clit, your entrance. you squirm.

“yeah, i can see the problem here. someone got a little worked up.”

you blush. “did not!” he barks out a laugh “did too! look at that. got all soaked between your legs while watching a movie.”

you whine, shaking your head. “no!” he sighs, patting your bottom gently. “deny it all you want, hon. dad knows what’s going on. bend over, now.” you don’t. all of a sudden, force at your back, your hands at the coffee table. “let’s take a little look. deep breath in,” he plunges two fingers inside you, you squeal like a stuck pig, “deep breath out.”

his fingers start working you open. “all this, just for little old me? no other boy, right?” you shake your head. “no one else, daddy.”

he sighs. “see. daddy. that’s what i like to hear.” his fingers curl inside you. “that’s what conveys the proper amount of respect for the man who has worked tirelessly to make sure you got to do all your shopping, all your school trips, all your extracurriculars. worked even more when you were in school. you know that.”

your eyes roll back, this time, not in annoyance. he smiles, sharp as any shark you would’ve watched on tv. “that’s it. let dad take care of you. just like he always does.” he sighs, lamenting. “it’s a thankless job, being a father. but it’s honest work.” you clench around him, body spasming.

he keeps working you, far past the point of your first orgasm. by the time he withdraws, you are collapsed fully against the coffee table. he wipes his fingers off, swiping them over your mound. pulls your shorts up. kisses you on the head so sweetly, so paternally.

“i think it’s about time this little girl got up to bed, isn’t it?”

[danforthkiddo]

and if i said my full incest daddaughter robby fic is almost done…

[danforthkiddo]

the reason i ship robvadi soooo hard is because at my core i actually am victoria javadi if she was an english lit girl obsessed with perfumes

[danforthkiddo]

landed back home gonna write soooo hard tonight

[danforthkiddo]

rabbot n bunny!reader who gets rlly needy n they make her use a carrot to get off:((

rabbot x bunny!reader, robby isn’t THAT mean in this one

you don’t mean to hump robby’s lap.

well, you were perched on his leg, watching the tv with such concentration he wanted to flick you, wanted to drag you down into that hazy bunny fog.

so he slides a hand between your legs and smacks you over cotton. you yelp, ears flattening back, cowering. he pulls you into his chest, kissing the back of your head. “poor bunny got all scared, didn’t she? ’s okay. robby’s here.”

just the tone of his voice. his smell. it’s enough to have you pushing back into his hand, wiggling at him, trying to get him to give you more attention. he presses two fingers lightly over your panties. “aww, being so sweet for me.”

jack walks in, a grin spreading over silver features as he looks down at the two of you. he gives robby a faux sympathetic look. “bunny here burdening you, brother?” the taller man shakes his head, reaching out to tousle your hair. “nah. she just got a little excited.” he coos at you. “that’s not a crime, is it?”

jack puts his hands up. “certainly not. can’t have our pretty girl going without, can we?”

you thump your foot angrily as jack removes you from robby’s lap. “easy, honey. just gonna make this a little more interesting.” jack reaches into a drawer and produces a carrot shaped dildo. he suctions it to the middle of the coffee table. robby grabs an actual carrot and places it between your teeth.

you try to curl back into robby, but jack grabs the back of your tank top. “uh uh. it’s carrot time now.” you reach for robby. he kisses your knuckle, then pushes you gently to the table. you want to protest. want to say no. but you end up spreading your legs on the hard stone, and filling yourself to the brim. you almost cry out. your nose and ears twitch. your nibble on the carrot instead. “good girl” jack coos. “using what robby gave you. so smart, bunny.”

that earns a laugh from robby. you really aren’t. but he echos “so smart.” spurred on by praise, you rock back and forth faster, nibbling little by little as you do. robby gets up and walks behind you to stroke your hair. “such a needy little thing. so sweet for us.” you curl into him. this time, no one stops you. he continues rubbing your head as you bounce erratically. up. down. up. down. get tired. side to side. up. down. jack laughs softly. “poor baby is all frazzled. that’s okay. our sweet angel.”

it doesn’t take long for you to start tensing. rocking back and forth and back. you whine, trying to communicate through the carrot. jack smiles wide. “aw, she’s about to cum, isn’t she?” robby looks down and presses a thumb to your cheek. “c’mon, sweetheart. know you got it in you.” you speed up, toes curling from the pressure in your tummy. you slow down. robby’s hand pushes you back down onto the dildo.

“bunny needs another, doesn’t she?”

[danforthkiddo]

thinking about evil baby daddy robby….

[danforthkiddo]

michael robinavitch x female reader, tw for cheating + infertility

robby who had a wife struggling with fertility. years of treatments. of miscarriages. of him holding her hand through it all.

but then you came along. all bright eyed and young and full of promise. you were his patient in the er, and had shyly slipped him your number. he had not grinned while you were there, his face stoic and stern, but the moment you were gone, his mask slid all the way down. he’d enjoy this.

that, of course, is how you end up with a two year old, fast asleep now, as robby ruts into you. you whine as his hand rubs over your belly. “gonna make me have another one…” he just smiles. “yeah, but our girl is so perfect. we gotta give her a friend.” you shake your head. “not gonna till you leave her…”

he sighs. shakes his head. “it’s complicated, baby. there’s logistics involved, we work together at the hospital.” his hips drive into you particularly harshly, as if punishing you for the thought. his body starts to tense, and you slap at his chest. “nonono, gotta— gotta pull out, mikey.” his face arranges in a faux pout. “do you not love our baby?” you shake your head fervently. “no ‘f course i love her!” he presses a kiss to your cheek. “then lemme give you another. won’t be bad. my sweet girl makes such a good mommy.”

you cry as he pumps into you, filling you with his cum. you can’t do this again, emotionally, that is. the going back and forth. dragging you to a different room while your baby plays with blocks in her playpen. you can’t. but he doesn’t care. robby leans into your shoulder, fucking you through it. “kids with siblings fare better socially— fuck— and emotionally— you want our girl to thrive, don’t you?” tears slide down your face. he would know, wouldn’t he? he’s the medical professional, after all. your voice breaks.

“yes, mikey.”

[danforthkiddo]

thinking about evil baby daddy robby….

[danforthkiddo]

Bunny! Reader bringing Sammy lunch and a rookie cop flirting with her and she being a dumb bunny thinks he’s just being nice

sammy bryant x reader, bunny reader, cw: piss for a moment i’m so sorry i couldn’t help it

you just wanted to bring him lunch.

you had packed it yourself! even though sammy says not to touch the stove… “you’re just too silly, bunny. you’ll hurt yourself.” still, you did. you cooked, burned a finger, cried, and packed it in a pink tupperware. you wanna see him at work, obviously!

now, as you stand in the station, holding a brown paper bag, a man named steve towers over you. you gleam happily, ears twitching back as he puts a thumb to your face. “sweet little thing. whatcha doing in a police station?” you smile shyly. “’m here for my sammy!”

your hands fidget at the hem of your too short skirt. you tend to get nervous without sammy. he says that’s normal. “bunny brain,” he calls it “too used to being prey.” steve laughs. “can’t imagine what bryant did to deserve all this waiting at home.” you brighten. “oh! he’s amazing. he takes care of me and cooks and washes me and plays with me and gives me water and—”

sammy presses a hand to your shoulder. you know his touch by heart. “why’re you talking to him, bunny?” your eyes dart up, studying him. he doesn’t look happy. not the way he does when he bends you over the desk. when you reach your hand back to touch him and he pins it to your back. “oh, he was just being nice while i waited!” he cocks a brow, glaring at the other officer. “moving on my girl, rookie?” the younger man straightens, shakes her head. “no, sir.” sammy’s jaw clicks. “better.”

a large hand circles your wrist, and you try to hold up the bag of food. “sammy! i made you food, and—” he doesn’t acknowledge it. just drags you along into the evidence room. “you know he was fucking flirting with you, don’t you?” you shake your head, tears pooling in your eyes. “no, i didn’t! i swear! never wanna make you upset!” his eyes darken. “’s okay, honey. you’re gonna make it up to me, aren’t you?” you nod fervently, pressing your palms against the wall when he turns you around. “anything, sammy. i’ll do anything!”

you hear the sound of his belt unbuckle, hit the floor. for a moment, you think he’s gonna punish you. a small spurt of piss runs down your leg. he sighs, stroking your head. “so jumpy. relax. not gonna hurt you, baby. just gotta have what’s mine.”

the fat head of his cock nudges against your pussy. your eyes screw shut, tightening yourself involuntarily. his head hits your shoulder. “fuck… my dumb little bunny.” your heart soars. he laughs, “yeah, you like being called that? say it back.” he thrusts into you, your mind going foggy. “i’m your dumb little bunny!” then, because you cannot help yourself, “i love you!” he sighs, slides his finger down to pinch your clit. “yeah, yeah. daddy loves you too.”

[danforthkiddo]

omg ur desi!!! me too!!! dead dove desi girls unite <3 -@httpfatherhowo

OMG LOVE YAYAYAY

[danforthkiddo]

catching up on all the smut sorryyyy been traveling w my family ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️