Alastor X Child!Doe! Reader

Alastor x Child!Doe! Reader

A/n: the reader in this one will be a female and will be around the age of 4-6. I will also try to write a fic for the male audience, enjoy!

If only your innocent little mind knew how shocked, confused and concerned Charlie, the princess of hell was when she saw you, a child who has freshly arrived to hell and came to her tugging her pants and asking in an innocent voice "miss, can you tell me where i am?".

And oh her grandfather how her heart hurt when you looked at her and those little doe ears on top of your head twitched slightly as you tilted your little head at her, of course she couldn't just leave you here! So she took you with her to her hotel and as she literally flew in through the door of the hotel while holding you like a treasure that she has been trying to find for so long and yelling with excitement, "this little cutie is staying with us from now on!" And held you up like simba for everyone to see you and you just innocently looked at them and still confused on where you were and where your mama was.

Charlie then sat you down on one of the red couches in the hotel lobby when Vaggie told her that she should calm down and let you down.

She of course forgot to ask you for your name so she thought it would be good to start off with an introduction! "Alright sweetie! Let me introduce myself and the others to you! Im charlie, this lady next to me is Vaggie, my girlfriend! Then over there is Angel dust and his our first resident at the hotel, then there's Husk, our wonderful bartender! Sir. Pentious our second resident! And nifty she keeps everything clean here and-!"

She was about to introduce the red deer demon when she noticed he wasn't present in the lobby which meant he either was in his radio tower or in cannibal town but she didn't need long when he popped up.

"Charlie dear, i heard that you're introducing us to a new resident at the hotel, who might it be dear?"

Alastor asked as he looked at Charlie with his usual toothy smile, and your first impression about him was that he was red, like a strawberry! And you loved strawberries!

"Alastor! Right on time, i was introducing us to-! Eh i forgot to ask her name, but anyways i was introducing us to our new resident at the hotel! Darling what might be your name?"

Charlie asked you as she kneeled down in front of you as you sat on the couch and started at the deer demon and then looked at Charlie again. "[Y/n]" you said that innocently and squeaked happily, you really were an innocent little fellow.

'a child..'was the first thing Alastor thought, a child in hell was rare, except for the hellborn children of course, a sinner child was rare and this one looked small and from her look she didn't know where she was or what was happening, and she looked like a doe, maybe it was the reason eht he felt such a pang in his sadistic heart when he saw you, you were a doe, a fawn, his deer parent instincts kicked in.

He walked up to you and looked down at you and you looked at him and he just chuckled through his static voice, "oh what a little darling you are, aren't you? Can you perhaps tell us what you remember as last before you came here?" He asked as he looked at you and you twitched with your doe ears slightly and though and then answered.

"well i remember that papa was mad about something and then told me to take some kind of pills which made me feel dizzy and funny!" I said that and looked at the red man in front of me, and that's when the spider spoke, angel dust was it.

"toots her father drugged her with overdoses, what a filthy man." The spider said that and that's when Charlie literally froze up and Alastor himself felt like slaughtering that pitiful excuse of a father with a slow and painful death and then broadcasting his screams in his radio broadcast, and Charlie's reaction wasn't good either, she was all about second chances and redemption but that filthy human being didnt deserves any of it.

Looks like that was the reason why you were in hell, your father killed you with drugs but heaven saw it as if you had taken them willingly, which actually made Alastor and Charlie more furious, you were a child, and a child had nothing to do in hell!

"don't worry sweetie! Big sister Charlie will take great care of you as well as everyone in this hotel! As we are one big family here!" She said that as she calmed down her anger and picked you up and you giggled, you had a big sister now!

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And from that day on you started to live in the hotel while also being taken care of, Angel of course had to put his sex jokes away whenever you were around otherwise he would get threatening looks from Vaggie and Alastor.

Surprisingly and what no one expected was that you warmed up to Alastor quite quickly, you literally were like glued to him, at first he didn't really approve of it but then he also warned up to you and now you were like a father daughter duo!

You would always accompany him where he went but only in the hotel as he didn't want his innocent little doe daughter to get bad influence from hell and also he didn't want you to get hurt.

He would let you in his radio tower and you would either sit in his lap and draw something with crayons on a paper or color something or sometimes just listen to what your now new papa was doing, well except for times when he did gruesome things, he will always either get you to take your nap time or just leave you with Husk where you would get your favorite juice and usually also draw something of just color things in your coloring book and the show it to alastor afterwards.

He of course has taken you to meet Rosie after all she was your auntie now and it wouldn't be polite not to have you meet her and oh my stars she was just beaming when alastor introduced you both, she was an auntie now to Alastor's (literal) spawn of a daughter, and now she got a little lady to give cute little dresses and skirts! She even got you a mini version of Alastor's outfit and even a self-made little cane! Oh how adorable you looked!

Vaggie was very skeptical of this (and she still is) because well Alastor is the radio demon after all and well she just doesn't trust him and how is she supposed to trust him with a kid!

But even if some (almost all of the hotel staff) were skeptical and also afraid that your innocence might change. Alastor was still a great father, he does your hair even if it comes out sloppy at times but he's proud of his doing and sure his mother would be as well, speaking of his mother, she would have loved you as all the food that Alastor cooks you are receipts of his mother! And lets not forget that he tells you stories of her and how great she was, after all he does want you to admire his mother like he does!

He totally cuddles with you, you can't change my mind.

You are now one of his weaknesses now for sure.

At the meeting with heaven, Charlie didn't only present as a possible sinner for redemption, Angel dust and Sir Pentious, she also showed you, but she also wanted that to be as a show of how unfair heaven is, sending a little child down to hell when they have done absolutely nothing wrong and were drugged to death by their father!

Emily of course being the sweetest being ever was shocked and of course started to doubt heaven only more, and when the talk of extermination came, she was furious, like furious furious, like who is in the right mind to kill souls and at that even innocent children! That's just absurd!

A sweet one was when adam revealed Vaggie's identity and Charlie came back to hell with Vaggie and she was sad, you, their little sunshine, was there to cheer Vaggie up, she was your big sister as well! And the. You went to Charlie with auntie Rosie, and then everything was alright again and you were a happy bubbly mess to your father who was scratching you begging your doe ears, you were just the sweetest.

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A/n: that's it for now dear reader, i hope you enjoy this little fic! Should i perhaps make a part two of this? Or maybe a full mini series?Have a wonderful day and stay healthy!

Lick You Clean

The smutty companion piece of my Girl Talk series. See Part 1 and Part 2 for context. Angel Dust may have his suspicions but what is it exactly that Alastor x reader get up to behind closed doors?

TW: blood and gore, oral (both receiving), light anal play, biting, p & v, creampie, squirting, shower sex, overstimulation, tentacle suspension play. You know the drill. Rampant demon horniness. MDNI!!!

You found Alastor in the bathroom of your hotel suite with the shower already running behind him, stripping his bloody clothes off one item at a time, letting them fall into a pile on the tiled floor. By the time you stepped into the humid room, he was down to just his trousers, the scarred skin of his torso on display and covered with random streaks of red that his clothes must have left on him as he took them off. His hands and everything from his chin up were a different story. Those red and black locks of his were literally dripping blood onto his shoulders and the floor, and the bottom hems of his pants were wet enough to leave red tracks across the tops of his hooved feet. 

He looked pissed off, his smile strained, his eyes narrowed, ears straight up and rigid. The Radio Demon, covered in the remains of his slain enemies, and in a visibly foul mood, as if his bloodlust was far from sated.

He looked . . . delicious.

“You’re going to have to get a better poker face,” he said after a brief glance up at you before he started undoing his belt buckle.

You frowned, confused as to what he was talking about.

He rolled his eyes at your expression.

“Angel Dust,” he explained. “Still asking questions, I see.”

“I haven’t told him a thing,” you defended.

He stepped out of his pants and sauntered over to you, his height towering over you. Even with just his black briefs on, he was terrifying. But you didn’t feel threatened, only more aroused.

“You don’t need to,” he said and tapped his index finger against the tip of your nose. “Your blushing gives you away every time.”

“You think my blushing is adorable,” you countered.

He had your jaw in his hand, his bloody grip wet and sticky against your skin, and tilted your head up. You stood on tip toe to meet his gaze and felt your face flush with desire.

“No one else needs to know the things my shadow has done to you,” he said, his voice low and warped with warning.

You only grinned like a brat and used your own hands to peel his off your face before you brought two of his long, clawed fingers into your mouth and sucked on them, licking the blood from the digits as you teased them with your tongue.

“He doesn’t know about any of that,” you say, feeling proud of the way Alastor’s glowing eyes burned brighter at the feel of your mouth on him. “But he does know what I came up here to do.”

You pressed yourself up taller, kissing Alastor’s neck and sucking on his pulse. He responded to your touch and both of you wrapped your arms around each other, pulling your bodies together as you reached your fingers into his wet and messy hair.

“I said I needed to lick you clean,” you say as you ran your tongue along his jaw line, tasting the savory blood and the saltiness of his own sweaty skin beneath the layer of thick red that was painted there.

You felt Alastor’s body shudder against you and you grew bolder, reaching between your two bodies to cup him at the seam of his briefs, feeling a familiar hardness growing at your touch.

“You just look so tasty right now,” you whisper to him, rubbing his clothed cock as you licked another path up from his cheek to his hairline. “I couldn’t hide how much the sight of you like this turned me on.”

He crashed his lips down into yours and he was bloody, even there. His tongue found yours, greedy and demanding, and you could taste the lingering essence of internal organs and flesh on him, telling you he had devoured and eaten well before returning to the hotel. It made you moan, thinking of him morphing into one of his more terrifying forms, and eating Sinners whole.

His sweet and doting nature, his attentiveness to you, and charming chivalry were what made you fall in love with him. But it was this side of him; the monster within that he could unleash on a whim, a dominating and blood-thirsty beast that could tear you in half should it ever choose to – that was what made you attracted to him in the first place.

Like you told Angel, you two were complicated.

Maybe it was fucked up, but you liked having a hand to hold in the streets and a fist to choke you in the sheets.

Those hands, messy as they were, had you undressed far more quickly than he had undressed himself, leaving your body with bloody streaks to match his own.

You trailed kisses down his body, using your mouth to clean up every sticky clot of blood as you went. His shoulders, collar bone, and chest all received thorough attention before you lowered yourself down, peppering the middle of his abdominal muscles with small kisses as you went. 

Once on your knees, you pulled down his briefs and his cock bobbed free of the restraining clothes. You kissed him at his base as the underwear slid the rest of the way down his legs and he stepped out of them, kicking them behind him, before grabbing two fistfuls of your hair and guiding your mouth onto him, making you take as much of his length as you could before his tip was at the back of your throat.

You gagged for a second until you made your throat relax for him and began properly working the heavy and thick member in your mouth just the way you knew he liked.

When you looked up and made eye contact with him, you saw him smiling, pleased with what you were doing, and he loosened his grip a bit on your hair. A bloody thumb stroked your cheek for a moment, a small showing of tenderness, before he was back to thrusting into your hot and ready mouth.

The musky taste of his cock on your tongue made you salivate and you pulled away for a second to let the moisture gather at your lips before you let it drip onto his tip, and stroked him with your hand to coat the rest of his length with your spit. You earned yourself another soft moan from your lover as you used your hand to pump him at the wide base of his cock and your mouth continued to suck and caress as much as you could fit.

He was pent up and angry, full of rage and overstimulated by his lack of control over his emotions. It took him a while to cum, but you didn’t mind and took your time to let his pleasure build, knowing he had earned his right to having his dick sucked good and proper. Normally when he was this upset, he was totally touch adverse, so you were pleased that he was allowing you this and knowing him, he would be more than willing to reciprocate once he had finished.

You moaned, a lusty needful sound when he finally came, his seed hot and salty and you swallowed every bit of it, even taking your time to lick his cock clean as he began to soften and just like when you had started, you pressed another little kiss to the curly black hairs at his base when you were done.

And then he was pulling you up by your arms, making you squeal and laugh as he slammed you into the closed bathroom door, and cut your laughter short when he pressed his lips to yours and his hand into your cunt.

“You got that wet just sucking me off?” he asked, sliding two fingers through your soaking wet folds. His hands, still covered in not quite dry blood, were treating you to long slow strokes, sliding over your clit and labia and mixing your fluids with red until you couldn’t tell the difference anymore.

You were dead and didn’t menstruate anymore but that’s exactly what it looked like and when Alastor looked down at the red tinted fluid now covering his hand and your mound, wicked desire luminated his ruby eyes and he visibly salivated at the sight. You knew he wasn’t sexually attracted to you, at least not in any usual sense of the term, but he was obviously turned on by the sight of you covered in blood, just as you were him.

Without a word, he was on his knees and draping one leg of yours over his shoulder, using his tongue, now unnaturally long, to lap at your soaking wet core.

You felt the sharp edges of his teeth lightly grazing your clit, just enough to feel the threat of them, as he gave your little bud a hard suck that would have had you falling to the ground if you weren’t propped up between him and the door.

His tongue worked back and forth, circling the entrance of your dripping center and then stroking up to your clit, alternating between tongue work and hard, aggressive suction.

You were seeing stars, panting hard, and gripping onto his blood covered locks of hair like it was the only thing that could keep you anchored to this world.

Then he started tongue fucking you, letting his hot slick tongue penetrate the depths of your swollen cunt and you clenched against the muscle as it curled against that sweet spongy spot of your inner walls.

Claws traced up your inner thigh, grabbing hold of the gentle swell of muscle right before the apex of your legs, and you nearly screamed with pleasure as you felt the deadly sharp nails dig into your flesh. And then his hand was gone, trailing even further up, and with his tongue still pumping into your pussy, he pressed the flat tip of a finger against your ass, massaging your tight hole with gentle circles and you came so hard and fast the knee of your one supporting leg really did give out and Alastor had to practically catch you, his hand holding tight to your ass cheek as he braced his shoulder into the leg that he was holding up.

“Oh fuck . . . okay, okay, okay!” you begged, trying to pull yourself away from him as he chased your overstimulated clit with his tongue as you did so. You finally won, getting your leg off his shoulder and standing on your own and he chuckled, kissing the skin of your lower belly just above your mound, his hands gripping your backside as if you would try to move any farther away than you already had.

“I do enjoy the noises you make, my dearest,” he said as he stood, his lips and chin glistening with lightly tinted red fluid. He wiped a bit of it away with his hand but then you grabbed his head and pulled him down, eagerly tasting the combined mixture of your own sex and his victims’ blood on his lips.

He kissed along your jawline and down your throat, open mouth wet kisses that felt like he was both marking you and licking up the blood his hands had left on your skin.

You suddenly realized how hot it was in the room and looked over his shoulder just as he sunk his teeth into the base of your neck, a love bite that was just hard enough to break skin, making you gasp in a lung full of steamy air.

The shower had been running the whole time.

Alastor pulled away and you realized with the exception of a little bit of blood still left on one of his hands, you had managed to get him decently licked clean. Except his hair and his feet. And while you found his strange two-toned locks and hooves to be beautiful, and as kinky as you were, you were not about to suck on those parts of him.

“Shower?” you said breathily, still panting and trembling a bit from your recent orgasm.

“Ladies first,” he replied with a bow, letting one arm extend out behind him and towards the shower. His flamboyant flourish of body language was extra amusing considering he was stark naked, but his smile was as deviant and arousing as ever.

You stepped into the shower with him following close behind and you turned to face him as the hot water soaked your hair and ran down your body. Taking him by the hand, you stepped further into the shower and guided him under the cascading water. He bowed his head as you ran your fingers through his hair, watching as the torrents of water that fell down his chest and body began to turn a diluted shade of red. It spiraled in the drain at your feet and splattered on the tiled walls and you wondered if you would have to clean the shower once it was done cleaning the two of you.

There were a few chunks of clotted blood and what looked to be bits of liver and strings of torn flesh still stuck to the tip of one antler and you pulled them off, hoping they would make it through the pipes of the hotel without causing a clog somewhere.

After the thickest bits had been removed, you lathered some shampoo in your hands and worked the rest of the mess out of his hair, taking extra time on a few particularly rough strands that had become hard and crunchy. You were so focused on your task that when you glanced back at Alastor’s face your heart skipped a beat. His eyes were closed and his smile soft and relaxed as you carefully and gently cleaned around the base of his ears and antlers. He must have been enjoying this treatment in more ways than one because whenever you had to stand on tip toe and press yourself a little closer to him to reach a further spot up in his hair, you felt the warm and velvety touch of his cock against your belly, and it was getting harder by the minute.

“What happened exactly?” you asked, a teasing tone to your voice though you couldn’t help feeling a little concerned. Alastor was the single most powerful Overlord you knew but he still had his enemies.

He sighed and his eyes darted to the side for a second before meeting yours again.

“Oh it was nothing serious. I may have lost my temper . . . just a bit today. Nothing that any Sinner can’t respawn from eventually.”

You nodded, understanding, and just relieved it wasn’t something else. Alastor enjoyed violence – as did you - but he didn’t enjoy not feeling in control of himself. If he truly lost his temper over something that he later felt hadn’t warranted it, he was probably struggling over a rare moment of guilt and didn’t want to talk about it.

Knowing him, he would be looking for another outlet, either at the bottom of a glass of whiskey . . . or you.

You were satisfied he was properly clean now and you brought your hands down from his hair, putting one around his back to pull him close while the other reached for the hardness pressed between your bodies.

He sighed against your lips before kissing you, the feeling of him warm and inviting, and you got a few strokes in, feeling his cock twitching eagerly in response. But then he was grabbing you by your forearms and shoving your hands off his body, pressing you into the tiled wall of the shower. It’s coldness at your back made you gasp as much as his rough handling of you did.

Before you knew it, he was gripping your backside and your body responded, muscle memory responding faster than your thoughts did, and you jumped into his embrace, wrapping your legs around him as he supported you between himself and the wall.

With expert grace and precision built around years of knowing each other’s bodies, his cock found your entrance and quickly slid into your depths, filling you up until his hips pressed against yours and you felt the deep pressure of his tip pushing against your cervix. Even after all this time you could just barely take him and you willed your body to relax, your pussy and its inner walls still swollen and puffy with arousal from your first orgasm minutes before.

He allowed you just the first few seconds to adjust before he pulled back and thrusted forward, his claws digging painfully into your ass as he fucked you, slamming your lower back into slick tile behind you with every forward motion of his hips.

You moaned and said his name with a breathy sigh, feeling the sting inside your cunt turn to marvelous pleasure, his cock pressing hard against your g-spot with every movement, making you wet enough that even in the shower you could feel it running down your inner thighs, your slickness coating the base of Alastor’s cock every time you felt the brush of his black short curls tickling against your clit.

It was heavenly when it was like this, when you could feel his need for you burning your insides; when you knew he was fucking you for himself rather than just to appease your own desires. You got off on it enough that even if he wasn’t preoccupied with your pleasure, you still felt another coiling knot forming deep in your core as another orgasm built itself up.

You had your arms around his shoulders, mostly for balance, but without really thinking about it, you were digging in, gripping him hard enough to leave scratches.

A mistake.

Sometimes he liked that; in fact, he usually did. But you should have been able to read his moods well enough to know that was not the kind of affection he needed from you in that moment.

Cool appendages wrapped around your wrist and had the backs of your hands hitting the shower wall above and behind you before you had processed your mistake.

“Don’t touch me,” he said through gritted teeth, his words frustrated but almost apologetic, even as you felt the tentacles begin to coil down around your arms and wrap underneath your shoulders, suspending you by your arms and keeping Alastor well out of your reach.

You struggled against them but it was just for show, anticipating them tightening around your limbs more, keeping you from being able to budge even an inch in any direction. A shudder ran through you, a wave of muscles tightening from your cunt to your chest, as you felt your body responding to the restraints.

Alastor’s face was buried into the crux of your neck, his breath coming in needy, quick pants that heated your flesh and when he sank his teeth into that sweet spot where shoulder met throat, you came with a guttural cry, your moans and whimpers escaping with every exhale as your body tightened impossibly more around his cock.

He didn’t stop, didn’t slow or change his rhythm, just pounded mercilessly into you as your orgasm racked your body until you lost all control, all sense of anything else but him and his cock ravaging your insides. Alastor bit you again and overstimulation took over, and you whined and cried, almost trying to pull away but there was nowhere to go and you felt the sudden flood of your own release, squirting until both your bodies were drenched with more than just the water from the shower.

Your ears picked up the sound of one satisfied and malicious chuckle from your lover before his breath hitched and he moaned, the movements of his hips becoming shallower and erratic. Then you felt the first warm spurt of his seed inside you and his thrusts became slower and gentler as he pumped you full of his cum.

The tentacles released your arms, dissipating into thin air, a wordless welcome for you to touch him again. As soon as your skin met his shoulders, he sighed into your neck, and you felt him relax into your hold on him.

Alastor carefully let your legs down, shaky as they were, and you leaned against his strong lean form, your eyes closed and face buried in his chest.

You both stood like that several minutes, holding each other close and letting the ceaseless hot water from the shower relax your now tired and aching bodies. He rubbed your back, cradling your head to him, and kissed the crown of your hair; a silent thank you for understanding exactly what he had needed.

Then he cleaned you up, washing your hair and your body in much the same tender and carrying way you had done for him.

Once the humid heat from the shower and the exhaustion of the rough fucking you had taken became too much and you felt your head begin to spin, Alastor turned off the water and wrapped you both in fluffy clean towels.

You lay together in bed, on top of the covers to let the excess heat dissipate from both of your tired and trembling muscles, with you curled into his side.

Sleep was just beginning to claim you, your eyelids heavy and feeling impossible to lift, when you felt Alastor shift just a little next to you.

“If Angel Dust asks you if I used tentacles on you tonight, I swear I’ll kill him.”

You lifted your head to blink sleepily up at your love, and saw a mix of seriousness and teasing glint in his eyes, though his smile was unreadable as ever. You laughed softly and settled back down into his side.

“Go easy on him,” you said with a yawn as you draped your arm across Alastor’s chest and hugged him close. “He’s just jealous of me because he thinks you’re hot. He’s into Shibari so he can’t help but be a little curious.”

“Hmmff, fine,” Alastor said, though you could still pick up on a note of irritation on in his tone.

And then after another moment  . . .

“. . . so what is this Shibari you speak of?”

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Lucifer - [ NSFW AUDIO #2 ]

(MDNI…if you do you’ll never see the light of day again…)

Idk why the photo I used makes me giggle sm….anyway I’m glad you all like the audios. I plan to do at least 2 for most of the characters (including Adam…) and I’m also attempting to find longer versions that fit them as well. Be patient with me you little feigns -I’ll do my best to deliver just cause I love you all sm. -The Radio Angel ❤️

TITLE: Off Script

FANDOM: Hazbin Hotel

PAIRING: Alastor x f!Reader

TYPE: Request/Ask; One-shot

WARNING/TAGS: f!reader, double p*netration, shadow tendril play, pe*ging, an*l play, handjob, "happy ending", strap-on, light oral, fingering, smut, established relationship, p in v, alastor refusing to play by the rules, alastor being a brat as per usual, RedVexi tries to write pegging for the first time

RELEASE DATE: Slutty Saturdays 💋

“Oh, good girl,” Alastor whispered, his words sending a delightful shiver down your spine and heating the tight coil in your gut.

With a sharp snap of his fingers, an inky shadow tendril appeared on the other side of the strap-on. It was long, sleek, and its girth matched...your eyes dropped to Alastor, now baring his full body to you, his cock standing upright, twitching ever so slightly every time your breath hitched from his fingers.

“Alastor, is that –?” You couldn’t finish your sentence as Alastor brought the shadow’s member to your lips, trailing the tip around them before slowly entering your mouth.

“Ah, darling,” he sighed, pushing the shadow tendril deeper and deeper into your mouth. When it met the back of your throat, your hands flew up to his shoulders, trying to steady yourself and control the garbled breaths from taking so much of it at once. “Mhm, suck harder,” he commanded quietly, his breath running ragged as he pushed and pulled the shadow's member from your mouth.

((See you this Saturday, my lovelies 💖))

A Misdemeanor Of The Heart: Teaser #3

Human Alastor x married reader

Rated Adult for adult themes, triggering content and sexual content

Series Trigger Warnings: Adultery, stalking, Sexual assault, Rape, smut of undetermined sorts, Domestic Violence, Time period accurate views on women and domestic violence and skin color, Alastor is a serial Killer, there's murder, there's angst, there's dark content.

Alastor is NOT the husband and is not a DV perpetrator.

If you know me from my old days you'll know this warning: Kit's up to her old shit again.

That said, please enjoy a unedited peek into Chapter 1

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Do it properly. (18+)

I posted the uncensored one on my twitter! please check it out 😉!