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ddne blog for the pitt • mdni i write hot, narcissistic and perverted women!

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are you provocative, eighteen, british, she / they, i write disturbing things for jack abbot and michael robinavitch.

dead dove do not eat blog meaning but not limited to: fauxest, icky behaviour, extreme age gaps with themes of obsession, violence (never towards reader) and possessiveness.

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my current sex tape:

no.1 : untitled (how does it feel)

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untitled (how does it feel)

you’re exhausted from the pitt, robby and jack are more than happy to let you wind down on their weekend off. female reader.

minors do not interact. age gap not mentioned. smut. pwp. this is hella soft for dddne blog

robby’s mouth is skilled. in back talking, in his humour bantering and then when he’s pushing his tongue right inside of your pussy with nothing but a prayer in his head.

he’s not a religious man—sometimes—but when he has you like this, slack, panting and dazed, he’s sure that you’re the closest he’s ever gotten to god.

jack is brushing a hand down your stomach, mindful to rub at your hip, before his fingertips find your swollen clit. she’s puffy, and albeit a little sore from so much walking, before he massages her. it’s sweet of him, almost.

you whimper a hiccup, eyebrows knitted together with your eyes closed. robby can feel his knees beginning to ache, he shifts a leg over his shoulder and groans when he smells (tastes) your arousal.

“you’re so pretty,” has you smiling when the words fall from jack’s mouth.

your fingers curl in robby’s hair, nudge him forward almost as your hips rock up, jack’s pushing his fingers to your clit in eager circles.

robby’s tongue goes further, as if he’s trying to devour you whole. your first orgasm is soft, gentle even. the second has you whimpering and lastly the third — but not final of the night — has you smiling.

it’s only then, as jack pushes his slick coated fingers into his mouth with a satisfied hum and robby’s pressing sloppy kisses up your stomach, when they feel satisfied.

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