— Ꮢᴏɴ Ꭺ.

⊰ The Walking Dead. ⊱ — ❝You're the light of my life.❞

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New #RonAnderson account.
Looking for engaging SLs with descriptive RPers.
Known as: #Desolate.
Please RT.

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@RuinousBrute “You really are.” He grinned from ear to ear, his head moving to hide in the crook of Carl's neck.

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@ScoutKillcr Sure! DM me to plot.

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@RuinousBrute Ron leaned into Carl's touch, a content sigh leaving his lips as he let his eyes close. “Youre so perfect.”

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@RuinousBrute “Nothing. I'm fine.” He glanced over at Carl and flashed him a wide smile.

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@RuinousBrute — soft sigh escaped his lips as he stared up at the ceiling. “I love you.”

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@RuinousBrute “I bet.” He smiled faintly and pressed a kiss to Carl's nose before deciding to move so that he was laying beside him. A —

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@RuinousBrute — He bit his lip as his thigh teasingly rubbed against the brunet's bulge.

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@RuinousBrute “What's so funny, Carl Grimes?” He grinned, moving up from his neck do that he could press a kiss to his boyfriend's nose. —

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@RuinousBrute — boyfriend's neck.

“God, I love you so much.” He murmured.

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@RuinousBrute The moans that left Carl's lips were enough to trigger Ron's soft moans as he nibbled and sucked on random parts of his —

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@RuinousBrute — kiss his lover's neck.

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@RuinousBrute — he could lift Carl's shirt off and toss it to the side, his tongue swiping across both his lips before leaning down to —

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@RuinousBrute Ron, being extremely turned on by Carl's actions, had absolutely no problem with going fast.

The blond pulled away so that —

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@RuinousBrute — time with his perfect boyfriend.

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@RuinousBrute — hand snuck up his shirt and he vaguely worried about doing something wrong. He decided to ignore it and just have a good —

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@RuinousBrute Ron slipped his tongue inside Carl's mouth, letting it explore a bit. Butterflies erupted in his stomach when the brunet's —

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@RuinousBrute — begging for entrance.

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@RuinousBrute Ron moaned softly against Carl's soft lips, pushing himself closer. his tongue eagerly swiping across his lover's lower lip, —

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@RuinousBrute — shut.