concept: running your hands over your chest, touching your face as you stare up at yourself nervously the you above dipping a hand between your thighs carefully "is this... okay?" you ask "i... think so" you answer your fingers slide lower and push as you make a small noise, your brows furrowing as you let out a incredulous little laugh "of course you know that spot" (tags: Reader/Reader, #selfcest, first time with yourself, quadrantless, archive rating: E)
why can i not edit my posts anymore im going to claw my face off #nsfw #nsfw #nsfw gomen gomen gomen
Miss Rankmaid this is possibly the best fic you've posted so far. Imagine me as one of those Russian photos of a cat sitting at a table with a recently-emptied plate. More #selfcest please!
D --> The depth of vibrancy of your imagination is D --> Ahem D --> Laudable D --> Though I do wish you would focus your creative talents into more meaningful e%ercises Ms. Megido D --> On an unrelated note which requires the utmost confidentiality, are your private messages open?
YES