🥩°𝕮𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖉𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖍°🥩

Oh friends, the pleasure I feel now using my face to censor dicks is priceless HAHAHAHA

A small improvement, I did it quickly at work hehe 🫪🫪🫪

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Imagine MC had a rough day—Damon noticed them crying in the bathroom when they thought he couldn't hear.

Damon: "Rosebud, come here."

He pulls you into his lap on the couch, arms wrapped around you like he's afraid you'll disappear again.

Damon: "Now why didn't you tell me anything? That's a problem, you know? We can't have that. And the second problem is you thought you had to hide it."

He kisses your forehead, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth.

Damon: "When you're sad, you should come to me. That's not optional. That's not a favor you ask for. It's what you owe me, because I'm the one keeping you safe~"

His lips brush against your earlobe.

Damon: "I'm going to take you to bed. I'm going to hold you down and make you feel so good you forget why you were crying. And then you're going to sleep. And tomorrow, we're going to talk about what happened. Not because I'm being nice. Because I need to know who made you sad so I can decide what to do about them."

He tilts your chin up.

Damon: "I love you. That means I get to fix things. Let me fix this."

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This time MC is in the darkroom of Damon’s home, red safelight casting everything in blood tones while more photos of you are being developed.

Damon stands behind you, arms caging you against the counter as strips of developing film hang around you like silent witnesses. His voice is soft and dangerously affectionate.

Damon: "See how beautiful you look in these? Captured perfectly when you thought you were alone… Every secret expression belongs to me now~"

He lowers his head, deliberately dragging the rough scrape of his stubble along the side of your jaw and down the curve of your neck. His stubble leaves your neck tingling as he presses closer, lips brushing the shell of your ear while one hand slips between you and the counter, fingers teasing just under the hem of your clothes.

Damon: "You’re already shaking… so responsive for me. I love how your body betrays exactly what it wants, even when you’re trying to stay quiet."

Damon: "Now spread your legs wider against the table—yes, just like that, darling. I’m going to fuck you right here while you watch yourself come undone in the photos I took yesterday."