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bite marks are love notes written in flesh.

im his p.y.t and i'll give him t.l.c

hickies and bitemarks on thighs. thats it. thats the post.

I cannot be trusted as a little spoon I WILL be grinding my ass into your crotch

he needs to come home and give me hickies. this is fucking ridiculous.

im so fucking tired of my dad and nana thinking im trans because im mentally ill. genuinely fuck you both. thank god i have a boyfriend that can point out their fucking bullshit.

need to be called a faggot but in a forcemasc kinda way you feel me

I love making out, i love whining into their mouth, i love wandering hands [up or down, go either plspls], i love being breathless , i love hickeys !!

i always get so bricked when he leaves. i think it's the anticipation of him coming back.

aw what’s wrong? you can’t handle my boot there? c’mon, it’s not like it hurts. oh, you’re just sensitive? baby, toughen up. you’re a big man, you can take it.

wearing off shoulder tshirts means I want you to kiss my bare shoulder and neck every time you pass by me btw

Subtly mentioning my weight so that his instincts kick in and he says “I bet I could lift you”

he's sleeping and i can hear him breathing, im in a place as close to heaven that i can get

he let me bite him and made him bleed 🤤. it was so fucking kin-firming holy shit. i was for real shaking.

he let me bite him and made him bleed 🤤. it was so fucking kin-firming holy shit. i was for real shaking.

still thinking about this. he said ow and everything. ugh im gonna bust

he asked to be my forever partner. im over the fucking MOON with joy. crying sobbing throwing up. i love him so fucking much.