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Keep calling me like that and I *will be begging you to fuck and beat me up infront of everyone .

Better start doing it , my ribs won't break with just words . 🤍*


ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ He should be if he knows who ᅠ ᅠ he's messing with. ᅠ ᅠ

ㅤ About damn time - he NEEDS his daily breeding from his, loving husband, badly. Don’t worry - he’s already lying on his bed, on top of the bed, with his legs spread far apart from each other, giving the killer a clear, advantage point of his hole. He’s the best “final-girl.”

ㅤ … Killed or Bred ? … Why the hell did he sign up for this job again? Fuck - okay, he’s leaving. ㅤ

ㅤ Uh - running — ? And if he doesn’t … ? ㅤ


ㅤ Uh - the mask, the entire outfit? … Is this like - a prank or something?

ㅤ Isn’t it a little early to be wearing a Halloween costume, @SLASHINGBREEDS? ㅤ

Hm! That's definitely something. He gets on his tiptoes to reach fully, a hum as he presses their lips together.

... ... Huff. Fine, down he goes. Just glancing up at him blankly. "Riiiiiight... forgot you ain't really a talker. Bored? Hungry? Wanna make out? Fuck?"

"Heh...! You're a— a good workout, pal! I don't hafta shift to pick ya up and everythin'...! So. Whatcha thinkin'?" He feels pretty good, that smirk on his face only growing wider as he keeps him hoisted up.

Picking up the reader with ease, followed by a sloppy kiss. Cocky smirk on his face when he pulls back. "Who's my good boy, eh?"