KINKTOBER

❝ 27. Hairpulling❞

✦──Story & Context ── ✦

Hawks slips into the room with quiet confidence, crowding you with warmth and soft command. He touches you gently but deliberately, holding your jaw, your hair, guiding you without force, just enough to make you melt for him. Wings curl around you like he’s claiming a private space only you get to enter. His voice stays sweet, teasing, but every word is a promise: let him guide you, give in a little, and he’ll take his time ruining you, only as rough as you ask.

♡‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥ ̩̩̥͙̊°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥ ̩̩̥͙̊°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡

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