soffiashifting

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𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 & 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓. 𝐒 | 𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐀 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒

NSFW!! | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑─𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊

₊⊹⁀➴ : Matt, Chris, and Y/N are nestled on the couch, absorbed in their movie marathon. As the film continues, Chris proposes a new twist to their evening by suggesting a game where Y/N has to stay completely silent while they try to make her react to their touch. With a mischievous glint in his eye, Chris and Matt begin their playful attempts, their touches and teasing becoming more intimate and flirtatious.

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🦌⊰˚ : 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬. Matt rested his arm on the back of the couch behind my shoulders while Chris leaned back with his legs propped up on the coffee table in front of us. The three of us had settled in for a movie marathon, the quiet hum of the television providing a familiar background noise. It was all rather comfortable and domestic, until Chris suddenly spoke up.

“Hey, I have an idea,” he said, looking over at us with a smirk on his face. Matt shifted slightly, turning his gaze to Chris with an eyebrow raised.

Matt shot a look at Chris, rolling his eyes before replying. “Whatever it is, it's probably going to be stupid,” he said, a hint of skepticism in his tone.

Chris chuckled, unfazed by Matt's skepticism. “Oh come on, it's going to be fun.” He leaned in closer to me, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. “Y/N, I have a challenge for you.”

I turned my attention towards Chris, my curiosity piqued. “A challenge?” I echoed, my eyes flickering between him and Matt.

Chris smirked, his gaze locking onto mine. “Yeah, I want to see how long you can stay silent while we try to make you react to our touch,” he said, his voice taking on a low, challenging tone.

Matt shot Chris a disapproving look, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “Chris, no, let's not do that,” he protested, shaking his head.

Chris rolled his eyes at Matt's response, not backing down. “C'mon, Matt, it'll be fun,” he retorted, a hint of mischief in his tone. “It's like being tickled, just a game.”

Matt still looked dubious, his eyes flickering towards me before returning to Chris. “I don't know if it's a good idea,” he said, his voice laced with concern. “We don't want to make her uncomfortable or anything.”

I couldn't help but be intrigued by Chris's proposal. It sounded like a bit of harmless fun, afterall. Besides, I didn't think they could actually make me react. I turned towards Chris, a confident smirk on my face. “Alright, I accept the challenge. I'm sure I can keep silent no matter what you do.”

Chris's smirk widened at my response, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Oh really? You think you can handle it?” he taunted, his gaze locked onto mine.

Matt shot me a worried glance, his eyes narrowing as he looked between me and Chris. “Are you sure about this?” he cautioned, his voice laced with concern.

I nodded my head firmly, determination in my eyes. “I'm sure,” I replied confidently.

Matt sighed, looking unconvinced but reluctantly giving in. “Fine,” he relented, his gaze flicking between me and Chris. “Just... tell us to stop if it gets too much, alright?”

I nodded in agreement, my body tense with anticipation. Chris and Matt exchanged a brief glance before their hands reached for me. They started softly at first, their fingers gently caressing my sides, their touch light and teasing. I couldn't help but squirm a little, fighting back the laugh that threatened to escape my lips.

They stopped their tickling, giving me a moment to catch my breath. Chris looked at me, a smirk on his face as he asked, “Think you can keep going?”

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for more. Then, with a stubborn nod, I signaled that I was ready. They resumed their tickling, this time digging in a little deeper. The sensation was more intense now, making me bite my lip to hold back a laugh.

Once again, they paused, their hands drawing away from my sides. Chris's voice was low, almost sultry, as he asked, “How can we make you lose?”

I took a shaky breath, trying to regain my composure, when suddenly I felt Chris lean in closer to me. His head was near my neck, his breath hot against my skin. “I have an idea,” he whispered huskily into my ear.

I could feel the heat radiating from his body as he spoke, his voice a low, sultry murmur. “How about we try this instead hmm?” he repeated, his breath sending a shiver down my spine.

His head was still near my neck, but now his lips ghosted over my skin, tracing a soft, feather-light path along my jawline. The sensation was unlike anything I had felt before, a mix of tickling and teasing that sent a jolt of electricity through my body.

As I was reeling from the sensation of Chris's touches, I felt another hand on my thigh. I looked down to see Matt's hand gently caressing my skin, his touch firm but tender.

I looked over at Matt, my eyes meeting his for a moment. His eyes were dark, his gaze locked on me as his hand continued its steady, deliberate movement.

Matt's hand continued its steady movement on my thigh, his touch sending tingles through my body. “We can stop now, just say the word,” he said, his voice laced with an undercurrent of desire.

I shook my head slightly, my body still buzzing from the sensations. “No,” I whispered, my voice shaky. “Keep going.”

As Chris's lips continued their slow, deliberate descent towards my neck, and Matt's hand still roaming across my thigh, I couldn't deny it anymore— I was enjoying this. The sensations were like nothing I had ever experienced before, a delicious mix of pleasure and torment that was driving me wild.

As Chris's kisses on my neck continued, they were suddenly joined by another pair of lips— Matt's. He leaned in, capturing my mouth in a soft, lingering kiss. His lips were gentle, almost reverent, as they moved against mine.

I was instantly lost in the sensation, my head spinning as I felt two mouths working their magic on me at the same time.

As Matt reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, I was greeted by a new sensation— the feeling of Chris's hand on my face. He had turned my head to face him, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that was almost mesmerizing.

Without a word, without any preamble, his lips were on mine, his kiss rough and demanding. It was like he was pouring all his desire and hunger into a single, searing moment of connection.

As Chris continued to kiss me, his tongue seeking entry, I felt another set of hands on my shirt, pulling it down to reveal my shoulder. Matt's mouth found the exposed flesh, his lips and teeth leaving a trail of kisses and nips across my skin. My senses were on overload, the dual sensations of Chris's relentless kisses and Matt's exploring mouth overwhelming me.

I felt myself becoming increasingly lost in the sensations building up within me. I was being consumed by the heat, the desire, the need that was building with every kiss, every touch. Chris broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to catch his breath.

Chris's hand trailed down my body, his fingers tracing a fiery path along my skin until he reached the hem of my shirt. He tugged gently at the fabric, his eyes flickering towards Matt for a brief moment.

Matt, still nuzzling my neck, caught Chris's signal and his own hand joined the fray. Together, their hands slowly started to pull my shirt up and off of me, exposing more and more of my skin to their hungry gazes.

As my shirt fell to the floor, discarded and forgotten, I felt a flush of heat creeping up my chest, spreading across my skin like wildfire. The cool air of the room hit my bare skin, making me shiver slightly as both Chris and Matt's gazes roamed over me, their eyes taking in every inch of my exposed body.

Chris's lips were firm and insistent as they made their way down my collarbones, stopping to give sharp little nips on my skin. Meanwhile, Matt had pulled me into a kiss, his tongue delving deep into my mouth, stealing my breath away.

The sensations were overwhelming, my body caught between the rough, almost feral kisses from Chris and the more restrained, careful kisses from Matt. It was a delicious contradiction, a maddening mix of tenderness and aggression that had me reeling.

Chris's hands and lips continued their journey down my body, his mouth leaving a trail of love bites and kisses on my chest. Each bite stung deliciously, a sharp pain that was soon soothed by his gentle tongue, his mouth working to ease the hurt and turn it into pure pleasure.

As I moaned into Matt's mouth, lost in the sensation, I heard Chris let out a low chuckle. I turned to see him wearing a smug, self-satisfied smirk, the sound of my pleasure confirming his suspicion that he had won the challenge.

He leaned in close to my ear, his voice a low, sultry whisper. “Looks like we won, ma,” he said, his breath hot against my skin.

As Chris whispered in my ear, his voice still laced with a hint of triumph, he didn’t hesitate to continue. “But now let's see if you can handle us both in something else,” he murmured, his tone suggesting a playful challenge.

I could feel both of them shifting position, their bodies pressing closer to mine, surrounding me from both sides. I was trapped between them, their touch becoming more demanding, more intense.

As I felt myself being surrounded by Matt and Chris, their bodies closing in on me from both sides, I heard a soft, sultry voice in my ear.

“Think you can handle both of us, sweetheart?” Matt whispered, his breath hot against my skin.

My body quivered at his words, a shiver running down my spine. I could feel their presence on either side of me, their touch a constant buzz of electricity that sent my senses spinning.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. “I can take it,” I said, my voice firm but laced with a hint of trembling.

Chris's voice was low and appreciative as he heard my response. “Good girl,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.

Matt and Chris both latched onto my neck at the same time, their mouths claiming the sensitive skin there. The sensation was overwhelming, their tongues and teeth working in tandem to leave a trail of kisses, nips, and bites on my flesh.

I reached my hands up, grasping their heads and pulling them closer to my neck. My fingers dug into their hair, holding them tight against me as they left a trail of kisses and teasing bites on my skin.

Their lips and tongue's moved hungrily over my throat, their hands roaming over my body, their touches growing more and more possessive with each passing moment.

It was the kind of bold, dominant move that was typical of Chris. He grabbed my hand, his grip firm, and placed it on his bulge, letting me feel the hardness straining against his jeans.

I was so engrossed in the sensation of Matt's lips on my neck that I barely registered Chris's hand guiding mine to his crotch. I felt the heat and hardness through his jeans, a stark contrast to the gentle kisses Matt was planting on my skin.

Chris's breath hitched as he spoke, his voice low and husky. “Look what you do to me,” he muttered, his eyes locked onto ours with a mix of frustration and desire. His hand tightened around mine, urging me to squeeze his bulge, to feel the extent of his arousal.

Chris's hand, still entwined with mine, slid up to his chest, encouraging me to explore. “Don't be shy to touch us” he murmured.

With a newfound boldness, I reached out with both hands, one for Chris and one for Matt. I gently squeezed their hardened forms through their jeans, eliciting groans from them both. Chris's chest rose and fell rapidly, his breathing growing heavier with each touch.

Matt threw his head back against the couch, a low moan escaping his lips. Chris's face contorted with pleasure, his jaw clenched, and a deep, guttural groan resonated from his chest.

I stood up, my heart racing with excitement, and quickly removed the rest of my clothing— the comfy sweats and underwear. Feeling bold and eager, I sat back down in the middle of Chris and Matt, my naked body sandwiched between their clothed forms.

I leaned in, closing the short distance between Chris and myself, placing a tender kiss on his lips. A wave of desire washed over us as our bodies pressed closer together. Breaking the connection, I turned to Matt and repeated the action, feeling the same spark of attraction ignite within me.

My hands found their way to the hems of their shirts, my fingers toying with the fabric. I looked at Chris, then at Matt, silently asking for permission. They both nodded eagerly, their eyes filled with anticipation.

I slowly began to lift their shirts, revealing toned abdominal muscles. Chris helped me, pulling his shirt off completely and tossing it aside. Matt followed suit, their bare chests now on full display, rising and falling with their heavy breaths.

My lips found Chris's neck, kissing and sucking on his warm skin. My right hand, however, reached for Matt's belt, slowly unbuckling it. I wanted to ensure that neither of them felt left out, that both were engaged and desired equally.

As I continued to kiss Chris's neck, my other hand reached out to run through his hair, tangling my fingers in the soft strands. Meanwhile, my hand on Matt's belt worked to free him from his pants, my fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper.

Once I had managed to free Matt from his pants, my hand wandered down, sliding underneath the fabric of his boxers and gently stroking him. My lips parted and my breaths became shallow, causing soft moans to escape as I continued to explore Chris' neck with my mouth.

Chris and Matt let out soft moans, their bodies reacting to the touch and attention. Chris, feeling my lips on his neck, turned his head slightly, his mouth seeking mine. I reached out, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss, all while continuing to stroke Matt through his boxers.

As I began to pull away from Chris, his mouth chasing after mine, I found myself suddenly pressed against Matt's lips. Our kiss was just as passionate as the one with Chris had been, my hand still working him with slow, deliberate strokes.

I pulled back from Matt, my breath hitching as I reached for Chris's belt, my eyes locked onto his. However, before I could even begin to unbuckle it, Matt grabbed my head, turning my face towards him and capturing my lips once more, his kisses urgent and demanding

I gasped into the kiss, my fingers trembling as I tried to continue unbuckling Chris's belt. As we continued to kiss, Matt's grip on my head tightened, holding me in place as he plundered my mouth.

Finally, I managed to free Chris's belt from the loops of his jeans. He didn't waste any time and quickly shoved them down, revealing his growing arousal. I reached out with my fingers, lightly tracing them over his length, eliciting a low moan from him.

“Please,” Chris groaned, his voice laced with desperation. Matt's grip on my head tightened briefly before he released me, allowing me to turn my attention to Chris fully. I wrapped my fingers around his hot, hard flesh, pumping my hand slowly as I leaned in to kiss his chest.

I stroked both Chris and Matt's lengths simultaneously, my hand moving up and down in a slow, deliberate motion. Chris's moans grew louder as I tightened my grip, while Matt's eyes rolled back in bliss, his hands reaching out to grasp my arms. “Fuck, yeah,”

Chris managed to gasp out, his hips bucking slightly into my hand. Matt, still holding onto my arms, pulled me closer, his mouth finding mine in a hungry kiss. I continued to stroke them both, my movements becoming faster and more urgent as the tension in the room reached a boiling point.

I dropped to my knees in front of Matt, his thick length springing free from his boxers. I wrapped my lips around the head, sucking gently as I began to stroke Chris's shaft with my free hand. Matt's hands tangled in my hair, guiding my head as he started to thrust into my mouth.

“Oh god, yes... That's it, just like that,” Matt panted, his grip on my hair tightening. His words spurred me on, and I took more of him into my mouth, my head bobbing up and down in rhythm with my hand stroking Chris.

“Please... Please, don't stop,” Matt begged, his voice hoarse. But I ignored his pleas, instead focusing on Chris. I wrapped my lips around his shaft, bobbing my head up and down as I continued to pump Matt with my hand.

Matt's breathing grew shallow, his hips jerking as he reached his peak. He spilled into my hand with a hoarse moan, his body shuddering with release. Meanwhile, Chris's moans grew louder, his voice thick with desire. “You're... you're gonna make me... Oh god...”

I squeezed Matt's cock, milking every last drop of his climax from him as I continued to suck Chris off. Chris's moans reached a fever pitch, his hands fisting in my hair as he struggled to hold back. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!”

Chris's release hit the back of my throat, hot and salty. I swallowed it down greedily, savoring the taste of him on my tongue. When I finally pulled off his cock, I looked up at him with a smirk. “Good?”

Chris's lips curled into a satisfied smile as he reached down to stroke my cheek with his thumb. “Perfect,” he purred, leaning down to claim my lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

“How about you show Matt some love now?” Chris suggested, his voice low and sultry. I rose to my feet and sauntered over to Matt, who was slumped against the couch, his eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction.

I straddled his lap, my hands looping around his neck as I ground my hips against his. Matt's hands gripped my thighs, his touch firm and possessive. “You're so hard for me already,” I whispered, my breath hot against his ear.

I reached between us and grasped Matt's thick cock, guiding it towards my entrance. I slowly sank down onto his length, my walls stretching to accommodate his girth. Matt's hands gripped my waist, holding me in place as his head hit the back of the couch.

“Oh god... You're so tight,” Matt hissed through gritted teeth, his fingers digging into my flesh. I moaned softly, my nails biting into his shoulders as I continued to sink down onto him. “That's it, sweetheart... Take all of me,”

Chris leaned in, his lips brushing against the side of my neck as he whispered, “You look so pretty with Matt's cock buried inside you.” His warm breath sent shivers down my spine, and I tilted my head to the side, giving him better access to my neck. His hands slid around my waist, his touch gentle as he began to massage my breasts. I whimpered, the double stimulation driving me wild. “Chris... Matt... It's... It's too much...”

“Too much is just right, isn't it?” Chris murmured, his voice dark and sultry as he continued to knead my breasts. Matt's grip on my hips tightened, his moans growing louder as I slowly lifted myself up and sank back down onto his lap. “Fuck, sweetheart...”

“He loves the way you ride him,” Chris said, his breath hot against my ear. “Look at him... He's powerless beneath you.” I glanced down at Matt, his face contorted with pleasure as he continued to moan and grip my hips. “And look at me...”

“...watching you take what's yours. You're in control, ma. Show us both just how much you can handle.” His words spurred me on, and I began to move faster, my hips rising and falling in a smooth rhythm as I took Matt deeper and deeper.

Chris leaned in and claimed my mouth in a passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with mine as Matt's grip on my hips tightened. With a final, shuddering moan, Matt buried his face in my chest and came, his whole body convulsing with the force of his release.

I moaned into Chris's mouth, the kiss breaking only when he pulled away with a smirk. I quickly turned to Matt, grabbing his face and kissing him deeply, my tongue exploring his mouth as he lay there, panting and spent.

Chris sat back down on the couch, his eyes hooded as I climbed off Matt's lap. Matt's spend spilled out as I stood up, coating his thighs and dripping onto the floor. He let out a contented sigh, his limbs heavy and relaxed. “Come here, Ma,”

Chris beckoned me over, his hand wrapped around the base of his own erection. I obeyed, straddling his lap and slowly lowering myself onto his hard length. He grunted, his hips bucking upward as he sheathed himself fully inside me. “That's it, just like that,”

I threw my head back and moaned loudly as I took Chris all the way to the root. He was thicker and longer than Matt, stretching me wider than I'd ever been before. “Chris... Fuck!” I whimpered, my nails digging into his shoulders for support.

As Chris began to move beneath me, I rode him hard and fast. The friction sending waves of pleasure through my body. Matt lay beside us, his chest still heaving with exertion. His gaze was glazed over as he watched us intently.

Chris and I both moaned in unison, the sound echoing through the room. Our bodies slapping together with each thrust, the sight of Matt watching us only adding to the intensity. Chris reached up and grabbed my breast, squeezing it roughly as he pounded up into me. “Fuck, you're so tight!”

Chris let out a low growl as he grabbed my hips and pulled me off him, spinning me around to face the opposite direction. Matt stood up from the couch, his cock at perfect eye-level for me. I looked up at him and licked my lips before wrapping my mouth around his length.

Chris positioned himself at my entrance, and with one swift motion he thrust up inside me. I gasped around Matt's cock as Chris filled me completely. Matt let out a strangled moan and tangled his fingers in my hair as I began to bob my head up and down on him.

As Chris pumped into me from behind, I focused on Matt, taking him deep into my throat and swirling my tongue around his sensitive tip. He groaned encouragement above me, his thighs quivering with restraint. “That's it, just like that... you look so perfect like this, taking both of us...”

Chris reached around me and palmed my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers in time with his thrusts. I moaned around Matt's cock, sending vibrations through him. I was overwhelmed by this wave of pleasure that washed over me and I could feel myself nearing the edge.

I couldn't hold back any longer. With a muffled scream around Matt's thickness, I shattered, my body convulsing between the two men. Chris roared behind me, burying his face in my shoulder as he came hard. Matt followed soon after, spilling into my mouth with a hoarse shout.

Chris slumped against me, his breathing hot against my neck. He pressed his lips to my skin and whispered, “Think you can handle us both in the same hole?” My eyes widened briefly, but the idea sent a thrill through my spent body.

I looked up at Matt, who was watching us with a hungry gaze, before turning my head to look at Chris. He smiled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest.

Could I really do it? Take both of them inside me at the same time?

“We'll go slow,” Matt promised, his voice gentle. Chris nodded in agreement, his hand sliding down to my lower abdomen possessively. “We won't hurt you,” he murmured, pressing soft kisses along my shoulder. I took a deep breath, considering their words, my body warming to the idea.

I nodded tentatively, trusting them despite the magnitude of what they were suggesting. Matt's face broke into a grin, while Chris let out a pleased rumble.

I carefully slipped off of Chris, my legs shaky as I got up, feeling their combined juices slipping out of me and trickling down my inner thighs. Chris, noticing my struggle, quickly stood up and swept me into his arms in a bridal style carry.

Chris carried me to Matt's bedroom, with Matt following close behind, his eyes fixed on where I was cradled in Chris's arms. Gently, Chris laid me down on Matt's bed.

Chris looked at Matt and then back at me, a thoughtful expression on his face. “I think we're going to need to stretch you out a bit more to fit both of us comfortably,” he said, his hands gently spreading my legs apart, showing off my vulnerable position.

As Chris spoke, his hands slowly glided down my body, caressing my curves, until they reached my hips. He leaned down, pressing soft kisses along my collarbone, and down my chest, his touch gentle yet electric. His fingers slowly spread my folds, exposing me to his gaze and Matt's.

Matt climbed onto the bed, positioning himself on the left side of me. He leaned down, his lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss, as Chris continued to explore my body with his skilled hands.

Chris's fingers slowly entered me, stretching me wider as his hot mouth latched onto my peak, suckling and teasing with his tongue. I moaned into Matt's kiss, my fingers gripping Chris's hair tightly, holding him in place as the pleasure intensified.

Matt broke the kiss, his hands reaching up to fondle my breast, his thumb rubbing over my hardened nipple as Chris continued to devour my pussy. The dual sensations were overwhelming, and I found myself arching my back, pushing my breast into Matt's hand and my hips against Chris's face.

Matt took my breast into his mouth, sucking hard on the nipple while his hand massaged my other breast. Chris, not to be outdone, added a second finger to my pussy, scissoring them apart to stretch me even further as he continued to lick and suck my clit.

I couldn't help but moan out loud, my body trembling with pleasure at the attention. Chris lifted his head, looking up at me with a wicked grin as he added a third finger to my pussy, stretching me even further.

Matt released my breast from his mouth, kissing up my neck until he reached my ear. He whispered huskily, “Do you like that, sweetheart?” I could only nod, unable to form words as the pleasure coursed through me.

Suddenly, I felt my climax approaching, and I grabbed a handful of Chris's hair, holding him in place as I pushed my hips against his face. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” I screamed, my body shaking violently as I came hard, my pussy clenching around Chris's fingers.

Chris eagerly licked and sucked at my folds, cleaning up my release as I lay boneless and spent on the bed. Chris looked over at Matt with a smirk. “Want a taste?”he offered.

Matt eagerly got off the bed and knelt between my spread thighs. Chris moved out of the way, watching intently as Matt buried his face in my folds, licking and sucking until he had cleaned every last bit of my essence.

I brought my hand to Matt's hair, tangling my fingers in the soft strands as he feasted on my spent flesh. Chris watched with a hungry gaze. “She tastes so sweet, doesn't she?” he remarked, his voice low and filled with desire.

Matt paused to reply, “Like honey,” before diving back in, his tongue delving into my creases and lapping at my puffy lips.

Matt finally lifted his head, his face shiny with my essence. He crawled back onto the bed and lay down behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist. Chris positioned himself between my spread thighs.

Chris lifted my left leg, draping it over his shoulder as he aligned himself with my core. Matt's hands gripped my hips from behind, entering the same hole as Chris. They both slowly pushed forward, filling me completely and stretching me deliciously.

“Oh fuck, you're so deep,” I moaned, my back arching as both boys buried themselves inside me. Chris started thrusting, his hips slamming against my thigh as he pounded into me. Matt's movements were slower, his long strokes reaching deeper into my core.

Chris picked up speed with each thrust. Matt followed suit, his thick cock pistoning in and out of my dripping cunt. The dual penetration was overwhelming, and I felt like I was going to split in half. “Yes, yes, fuck me like that!”

Their movements became synchronised, both of them pushing inside me at the same time, only to pull back and push forward again together. The sensation was indescribable, a perfect harmony of pleasure that had me writhing between them. “More,” I panted,

As they continued to pound into me, I couldn't help but think about how perfectly they fit inside me. The fact that these were my best friends fucking me senselessly only added to the wrongness of it all.

It should have felt like a betrayal, a line crossed that could never be uncrossed. And yet, it felt so good, so incredibly right. Their combined heat, their dual rhythm, the way they filled me so completely— it was heaven. I bit my lip, torn between guilt and bliss.

“Look at me,” Chris growled, his hand wrapping around my chin and forcing my head up. His eyes bored into mine as they continued to thrust into me in unison. “We're best friends, and we're sharing you like this. Isn't that messed up?”

“Using you like the little slut you are,” Chris grunted, his hips snapping forward with each word. Matt's arms tightened around my waist, his hands splayed possessively over my stomach. He leaned forward, his breath hot against my neck as he whispered, “You love it, don't you?”

I would've answered, but the overwhelming sensation of both of them moving inside me rendered me speechless. My mouth hung open, silent moans escaping as they continued their relentless pace.

Chris's fingers dug into my thigh, his breathing ragged as he pounded into me. “She's so tight, Matt. She's milking us both so good.” Matt's response was a low growl, his teeth sinking into the flesh of my neck.

The room was filled with the wet sound of our bodies coming together, punctuated by the slapping of skin against skin. I was a writhing mess in their arms, pleasure building inside me, coiling tighter and tighter.

Chris reached down, his thumb pressing against my bottom lip. “Open up,” he commanded. I parted my lips, and he slid his thumb inside my mouth. Behind me, Matt's tattooed arm came around, his fingers finding my swollen nub and rubbing in tight circles.

With every thrust, Chris pushed his thumb deeper into my mouth, mimicking the motion of his hips. Matt's skilled fingers drove me wild, the dual stimulation pushing me closer to the edge. I was moaning around Chris's thumb.

I reached down and grabbed Matt's tattooed forearm. He didn't skip a beat, his fingers continuing to tease me as I dug my nails into his skin. Chris pulled his thumb from my mouth, replacing it with his lips.

He kissed me hard, his tongue delving into my mouth in rhythm with their thrusts. I could taste myself on his lips, the saltiness spurring me on. Matt's fingers sped up, his arm taut under my grasp.

They picked up the pace, their hips slamming together in a frantic rhythm. I saw stars, my vision blurring as the pressure built to a breaking point. Chris's kiss grew more desperate, his hands gripping my face as Matt's fingers worked magic on my clit.

“Fuck, she's so tight,” Matt grunted, his fingers moving furiously. Chris broke the kiss to growl in my ear, “You're gonna cum so hard, Ma. We’re gonna fuck you until you can't walk.”

They were relentless, their filthy words and the friction of their bodies sending me spiraling over the edge. Every nerve ending was alight as my orgasm washed over me, waves of pleasure crashing through me.

I grabbed Chris's shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh as I convulsed between them. “Please,” I begged, my voice reduced to a whimpering mess. “More, please, Chris. Matt. Harder. Oh god, please.” My words were punctuated by moans and gasps, my body convulsing between theirs.

I kissed Chris feverishly, pouring all my passion and desperation into the kiss. Then I pulled away, turning my head to find Matt's mouth with my own. He growled against my lips, his hand coming up to grab my wrist and pull my hand back to his head.

His fingers once again finding that sensitive spot between my thighs. “You can take more, can't you, sweetheart?” he growled against my mouth.

I whimpered my affirmation, my body bucking against their touch as they continued to stretch and fill me. Their hands and mouths were everywhere, driving me to heights I'd never known. “Harder,” I panted, “Please”

“Harder... oh god, harder!” I cried out, my voice echoing in the room. The bed shook beneath us, their powerful hips snapping back and forth as they drove into me with feverish intensity. “I'm... I'm gonna... oh god, I'm gonna...”

“Cum for us, baby,” Chris murmured against my mouth, his hips bucking up as Matt's fingers pressed down. Sandwiched between them, I shattered. My back arched, my head falling back onto Matt's shoulder as I screamed out my release.

As I trembled through my orgasm, Chris and Matt didn't slow down. They kept pounding into me, their movements becoming even more frantic. I could feel them both getting close, their thrusts becoming brutal as they chased their own releases.

“Ma... so good...” Chris panted, his face buried in my neck. Matt groaned against my back, “So tight... can't... hold... back...” Their words were broken, their voices strained as they neared the edge.

“Come on, baby.” I whispered to Chris, my hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. I pulled him down for a hard kiss as Matt's fingers dug into my hips. With one final thrust, they both came undone.

“Fuck!” Chris cried out, his voice muffled against my mouth as he found his release. Matt's grip on my hips tightened painfully as he grunted against my back, “Shit!” The room filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and mutual moans as they came down from their high.

I could feel their warm releases fill me, my insides seeming to pulse with the force of their orgasms. The three of us collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, sweaty and panting.

With a few final thrusts, both Chris and Matt pulled out of me, their hot breaths mingling with my own. As they did, a flood of liquid spilled out of me and onto Matt's bedsheets, the wet spot growing larger with each drip.

Chris let out a low whistle, eyeing the mess on Matt's bed. “Looks like we made a real mess of your sheets, Matt,” he chuckled. Matt groaned in response, flopping back onto the pillows with an arm thrown over his eyes. “I’ll clean them later”

I snuggled up against Matt's side, my hand reaching up to gently pry his arm off his face. “You did great” I murmured softly. He peeked open one eye, his expression lazy and content. I leaned in to kiss him gently, smiling against his lips.

He returned the kiss, his arms wrapping around me to pull me closer. “You weren't so bad yourself” he mumbled, nuzzling into my neck. Chris scooted in on the other side, sandwiching me between them.

I turned my head to the side, pressing a soft kiss to Chris's lips. He smiled against my mouth, his arm wrapping around my waist to pull me against him. The three of us lay there in a tangle of arms and legs, the sound of our combined breaths filling the room.

[soffiashifting]

once u realize that you’ve already got your desires in your other realities, it’s so so so much easier to not get jealous of others and what they have in this reality.

she posted her face & gained 5 million likes? well, you posted yours and got 10 million.

her hair is so long, it reaches the back of her knees? well, the whole city calls you rapunzel because of your ankle length hair!

she got an interaction with your ult bias? whole time, you’re in your dr on a date with them.

this way, there’s less feelings of envy, and more of excitement to experience your desires physically!

so go shift 💕 you already HAVE your desires! you’ve gotten them a long time ago, ever since the moment you decided that you did !! ^^

[soffiashifting]

my love language is shift realities for you

[soffiashifting]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒.𝐒 | 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐓

NSFW!! | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑─𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊

₊⊹⁀➴ : At a crowded party, Y/N ends up sitting on Chris’s lap due to a lack of seating. Feeling overwhelmed by the closeness, Chris can no longer contain his feelings. He takes Y/N’s hand, and they slip away from the party together. Once in the car, they share a passionate, private moment away from the noise.

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🦌⊰˚ : 𝐀𝐬 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬’𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. The closeness was both thrilling and overwhelming, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Despite the crowded party around us, all my attention was fixed on the man who had just pulled me into his lap.

Chris’s hand was wrapped around mine, the heat of his touch sending a shiver up my spine, and he leaned in close to my ear. “Are you okay?” he asked, his low, gruff voice sending another wave of desire through me.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “Yeah,” I said, shifting a little in Chris’s lap. “The party is kind of boring, to be honest.”

Chris chuckled, his hand moving to rest on my waist. “And here I thought you were enjoying yourself,” he teased, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over my hip.

I felt my breath catch in my throat as Chris let out a soft moan, the sound sending a shockwave of desire through me. I couldn’t help but move a little more, just to hear that sound again, and Chris’s grip on my waist tightened.

“Careful,” he warned, his voice low and rough. “You’re playing a dangerous game, you know that?”

I chuckled, feeling a thrill of excitement at the hint of danger in Chris’s voice. “What, afraid you’re going to lose control?” I taunted, shifting again in his lap, this time deliberately pressing against him.

“Watch it,” he warned again, his voice a growl this time. “You keep doing that,” he added, his hand gripping my hip tightly, “and I won’t be able to hold back.”

I felt a shiver run down my spine, a wave of heat pooling in my stomach. “Maybe that’s what I want,” I breathed, leaning in closer to him. “Maybe I want you to lose control.”

I had always been a bit of a flirt with Chris, but I didn’t quite realize how my words and actions were affecting him. I was innocently unaware of the true impact I was having on him, simply going with the flow of our banter and conversation.

But as Chris pulled me closer, I began to feel a sense of uncertainty. The truth was, I had little experience in flirting, let alone anything more intimate.

But as I felt Chris’s hand on my waist, his thumb tracing circles over my skin, I couldn’t help but respond. I leaned into his touch, my body instinctively seeking his. The heat of his touch and the rough, gravelly sound of his voice were making me feel things I’d never felt before.

Chris suddenly stood, taking my hand firmly in his. “C’mon,” he said, his voice rough with suppressed desire. “Let’s get out of here.”

We left the party, hand in hand, and quickly made our way to Matt's car. Chris opened the back door, gesturing for me to get in. I slid into the backseat, my heart racing with anticipation. Chris followed me, closing the door behind him before he pulled me onto his lap.

The confined space of the car suddenly felt intimate and charged with tension. Chris’s body was pressed against mine, his hand once again on my hip, his touch possessive and sure. I felt a surge of heat and desire course through me, and I couldn’t help but melt against him, my body instinctively seeking his touch.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he whispered, his voice low and rough. “No idea how badly I want you right now.”

I let out a shaky breath, feeling suddenly overwhelmed by the raw desire in his voice. “Then take me,” I said, the words leaving my mouth before I could stop them. “Please, Chris. Make me yours.”

Chris let out a low growl, his hand tightening on my hip. “Be careful what you ask for,” he warned, his voice a rough whisper. “Once I take you, I won’t be able to stop.”

A flicker of nervousness shot through me, but it was quickly replaced by a surge of desire. “I don’t want you to stop,” I breathed, my body arching against his. “I want you, all of you.”

With a growl, Chris pulled me roughly into a kiss, his hand moving to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair. Our lips collided in a clash of desire and need, his tongue demanding entry into my mouth. I gasped, kissing him back with a fervor that surprised even me, my body molding to his as we embraced.

The kiss was intense, filled with a hunger and desperation that left me breathless. As Chris’s tongue tangled with mine, his hands roaming over my body, I felt something inside me awaken. A part of me that was innocent and untouched, but also eager and wanting. I found myself giving in to the sensations, losing bits of my innocence with every kiss and touch.

Chris broke the kiss, his lips trailing along my jawline and down my neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses in their wake. I let out a soft moan, tilting my head back to give him better access, my body arching against him involuntarily. His teeth scraped gently against my skin, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine

As Chris continued to kiss and nibble at my neck, my hand instinctively moved to his hair, burying my fingers in the short locks. The sensation of his lips against my skin was sending waves of pleasure through me, and I couldn’t help but tug at his hair, pulling him even closer.

The sensations and emotions were overwhelming, and as Chris’s lips continued to explore my neck, I let out a soft whisper, unable to hold it in any longer. “Just... be gentle,” I breathed, my voice shaky with both pleasure and nervousness.

As I admitted my inexperience, I felt a wave of embarrassment crash over me, and I instinctively covered my face with my hands, unable to look at him. A small part of me was certain that this revelation would change everything, that Chris would probably not want to continue with someone so inexperienced.

Chris gently took my wrists, pulling my hands away from my face. I kept my eyes downcast, unable to meet his gaze, but I could hear the reassurance in his voice. “I’ll be gentle, don’t worry,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “Just tell me when to stop, okay?”

I nodded, still feeling a bit embarrassed but also reassured by Chris’s words. Before I could process anything else, he leaned forward, his lips capturing mine again in a gentle, tender kiss. His hand reached up, caressing my face, his touch soft and caring. It was a stark contrast to the intense passion of the previous kisses, and it left me feeling both vulnerable and adored.

Chris pulled back slightly, his lips still lightly touching mine. In a low, soothing voice, he whispered, “Just relax and let me be in control. You’ll be in good hands.” The words sent a shiver down my spine, both a reassurance and a promise at the same time.

Chris continued his kisses down my neck, his hands moving to the hem of my shirt, gently lifting it up and over my head, tossing it carelessly aside. I gasped as the cool air hit my skin, feeling suddenly exposed, but the heat in Chris’s gaze was reassuring.

Chris continued his descent down my body, his lips trailing kisses over my collarbone and down my chest, his hands gently exploring the newly exposed skin. The sensations were overwhelming, each touch sending shivers of pleasure through me, making me gasp and arch against him, silently begging for more.

Chris lingered over my shoulders, his lips mapping a path of feather-light kisses along the sensitive skin. With each kiss, he inhaled deeply, as if taking in my scent, savoring the moment. The intimacy of the gesture made my heart race and my body tingled under his touch.

As Chris continued to kiss my shoulders, I couldn’t help but reach up and bury my fingers in his hair once more. The texture of his short locks soothed me, grounding me in this moment. I gently tugged at the strands, pulling him closer, silently pleading for more.

The sensations were overwhelming, and I could feel my body responding to his touch, my skin growing sensitive and every nerve ending feeling like it was on fire. I had never experienced anything like this before, and I was helpless to the onslaught of pleasure.

Emboldened by the pleasure coursing through me, and the overwhelming desire to feel more of him, I reached for the hem of Chris’s shirt. My fingers trembled as I grasped the fabric, pulling it up and over his head, discarding it into the darkness of the car.

Once the shirt was gone, I let my hands roam over his bare chest, feeling the ridges and valleys of his muscles under my fingers. The heat of his skin against mine was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, and it only added fuel to the fire that was burning within me.

Unable to resist, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his jaw and the side of his neck, mimicking the kisses he had given to me just moments ago. His skin was warm, his stubble rubbing against my lips as I kissed and nipped at his skin.

Chris let out a low moan, his hands gripping my hips even tighter, his body reacting to my touch. It was clear that he was losing control, his composure slowly unraveling as I explored his neck and jawline.

My confidence growing with each of his reactions, I continued to kiss and nibble along his jaw and neck, my hands roaming over his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart beneath my fingertips. It was thrilling to know that I had this effect on him, and it only fueled my own desire.

As my lips and teeth continued their exploration of his neck, Chris let out a deep, guttural moan, the sound echoing in the confines of the car. The low, primal sound sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt him tilt his head back, offering me more access to his skin.

As my lips planted kisses along the sensitive skin of his throat, my ears caught the faint whisper of Chris's voice. “Y/N...” His voice was a low murmur, full of longing and heat.

I felt Chris's hand slowly make its way down my body, finding the hem of my pants and slipping his fingers beneath it. My breath hitched as his hand moved lower, and I could feel the warmth from his touch radiating through me.

His fingers brushed against my underwear, and I bit my lip to stifle a whimper. Chris's hand slid further, his fingers finding their way to my sensitive clit through the fabric. He gave it a gentle rub, and I felt my knees tremble as a wave of pleasure washed over me.

I couldn't help but let out a soft sigh as I felt Chris's fingers working their magic on me. My lips continued to explore the sensitive skin of his neck, leaving a trail of kisses as my hips began to rock gently against his hand.

As Chris's touch became more insistent, I buried my face against his neck to muffle my moans. The sensation of his fingers against my core, coupled with the warmth of his skin and the faint scent of his cologne, was driving me to the edge.

I could feel my breath hitching as Chris's fingers continued to move with purpose. My hips rocked faster against him, and my moans grew louder. I couldn't help but let out a low gasp as he slipped a finger inside me, drawing another wave of pleasure through my body.

“Fuck... Chris...” I whimpered, my voice barely a whisper against his ear. His hand moved with more urgency now, his fingers pumping in and out of me as his thumb circled my swollen nub. My hands gripped his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his flesh.

His long, skilled fingers curled inside me, reaching depths that made my breath hitch and my eyes flutter closed. I could feel my core tightening around him, drawing him in deeper as I got closer and closer to the edge. “Chris... it's too much... I can't...”

But Chris wasn't finished yet. He added a second finger, scissoring them inside me as his thumb continued to rub my clit. The sudden stretch and intrusion sent me over the edge, and I came hard against his hand, my body shaking with the intensity of my orgasm.

Chris slipped his hand out of my pants, lifting his glistening fingers to his mouth. He wrapped his lips around them, sucking my essence from his skin as he let out a low, satisfied hum. “You taste so good...”

His hands reached up to unhook my bra, baring my chest to his hungry gaze. He then helped me wiggle out of my pants and underwear, tossing them onto the car floor. His voice was hoarse with desire as he whispered, “I need you, now...”

I reached out and grabbed his belt, fumbling with the buckle as my hands trembled with anticipation. Finally, I managed to undo it and pull his pants open, helping him shove them down his thighs along with his boxers.

Chris took control of the situation. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer, positioning himself at my entrance. His voice was husky as he whispered into my ear, “Are you sure you're ready for this?” I nodded, biting my lip in anticipation.

With slow, gentle movements, Chris eased into me, his strong arms wrapped around my back to support my weight. I gasped at the sensation, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he slowly filled me. “You're so tight...” he groaned, pausing to let me adjust.

After a few moments, I relaxed around him, my body growing used to the new sensation. I took a deep breath and nodded at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. With slow, deliberate movements, Chris began to thrust into me, his hips lifting off the seat as he pulled me down onto him.

I straddled his lap, my hands braced against his chest as he moved beneath me. The motion was intoxicating, his thick length stretching me in ways I never thought possible. I started to rock my hips, moving up and down on his lap as he continued to thrust from beneath.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as the overwhelming pleasure became almost too much to bear. I buried my face in Chris's neck, my breath coming in short gasps as he gripped my hips and drove into me with more urgency. “Chris...”

“Look at me.” I lifted my head, meeting his gaze as he continued to move beneath me. “Breathe with me,” he instructed, taking slow, deep breaths to help guide me through the intense sensation.

“That's it, just like that,” he praised, his voice low and soothing. “You're doing so well, baby. You feel so good... Just a little more, okay?”

I nodded, my tears spilling over as I struggled to keep up with his breaths. Chris wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as he continued to move beneath me. “I've got you, I've got you,” he whispered, his words a soothing balm to my overwhelmed senses.

Chris's grip on my hips tightened, and he started to thrust up into me with more urgency. The car rocked with the force of our movements, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the small space. I clung to him, crying out as another wave of pleasure washed over me.

Chris looked up at me, his eyes locked on mine as I hovered above him. He reached up, his fingers brushing against my cheek before he pulled me down for a deep kiss. Our lips met in a frenzy, our tongues dancing together as the car continued to rock beneath us.

The windows of the car began to fog up, condensation building on the glass as the heat inside grew more intense. Chris's touch became firmer, his hands gripping my hips and thighs as he continued to drive into me with increasing urgency.

I reached out, pressing my hands against the foggy window as I held onto it for support. My fingers left a faint handprint on the glass, the condensation making it difficult to see outside. Chris's thrusts became more erratic, the car swerving slightly as he lost control for a moment.

I gasped as Chris's thrusts became more forceful, the sounds of our moans filling the small space of the car. The windows were completely fogged up now, the only light coming from the streetlights outside.

Chris's hands moved to my waist, lifting me up and slamming me back down on his lap with a loud thud. I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face in his shoulder as I screamed in ecstasy.

“Fuck Chris, yes! Right there!” I moaned, feeling the build-up of pleasure in my core. Chris grunted in response, gripping onto my hips as he thrust into me.

“You like that, baby?” Chris hissed, his voice hoarse with exertion. “Tell me you love it.” I nodded, my words spilling out in a breathless rush. “Yes, Chris, I love it! Please, more!”

Chris's hands tightened on my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he continued to thrust into me. The car shook with the force of our movements, the sound of our moans and the slapping of skin against skin filling the air.

“I'm close, Chris...” I gasped, my breaths coming in short, sharp pants. Chris grunted in response, his thrusts becoming erratic and forceful. Suddenly, we were both pushed over the edge.

With a final, powerful thrust, Chris buried his face in my neck and groaned loudly. I clung to him, my body convulsing with wave after wave of intense pleasure. The windows of the car were completely fogged up, the only sound the heavy pants of our breath.

I slumped against Chris, my head lolling onto his shoulder as I nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Our chests rose and fell in sync, our hearts beating as one as we slowly came down from our high. Chris wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close.

We sat there in silence for a while, the car still idling as we caught our breath. Finally, Chris reached up and gently brushed a strand of hair out of my face. “You okay?” he asked softly.

I nodded, my head bobbing against the warm, damp skin of his neck. Chris chuckled softly, his arms tightening around me. “Words, baby. I need to hear your voice,” he murmured. I took a deep, shuddering breath and finally managed to speak. “Mhm...”

Chris's hands began to trace lazy patterns on my back, his touch gentle and soothing. “You were incredible,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my neck. I hummed contentedly, nuzzling into him once more.

I tilted my head up, my eyes fluttering open to meet Chris's gaze. He leaned in, pressing his lips to mine in a slow, tender kiss. It was different from our heated, passionate kisses earlier. This one was gentle, full of affection and warmth.

As I pulled back from the kiss, I found myself lost in my own thoughts, taking in the reality of what had just happened. I had lost my innocence in the back seat of a car with the man I had been secretly pining after for months, and the strangest part was that I didn't regret a moment of it. I knew, deep down, that I wouldn't want to lose it any other way than with Chris.

[soffiashifting]

building the life that you deserve

building the life you deserve is a journey that involves self-reflection, goal-setting, and consistent effort. here are some steps to help you get started:

decide what you want: identify what you want to change about your life and how you envision your ideal life. this clarity can help you focus on your goals.

envision your ideal life: this step is all about creating a clear and vivid picture of the life you want to live. when you start to envision your life as you want it to be, it helps to guide your actions and decisions towards making that vision a reality.

set goals: break down your vision into achievable goals. this makes the process less overwhelming and more manageable.

take action: start making changes, even if they are small. consistent effort over time leads to significant progress.

prioritize relationships: building and maintaining strong relationships is essential for a fulfilling life.

simplify your life: remove unnecessary possessions and distractions. this can help you focus on what truly matters.

believe in yourself: trust in your abilities and strengths. confidence is key to overcoming challenges and achieving your goals.

remember, it’s your journey, and you have the power to change it.

[soffiashifting]

Living in the end? Or hoping to shift?

"When I shift, I will..."

"if I wake up in my chosen reality..."

"I can't wait to meet my S/O..."

"When I finally shift, I will do this and this ..."

The thing you don't seem to grasp, is that you already exist in your chosen realities. You were born there, you grew up there, you formed core memories and have thousands of stories to tell... You have lived with your family for years and you have known your friends for years and you have most likely already met your S/O. You have eaten all of your favourite foods and went to most of your favourite places. You have fallen down and scraped your knee, you have gotten a bad haircut that you regretted immensely, you have gotten into a fight with your best friend and made up almost immediately... You have already lived there. Why are you looking forward to something as mundane as waking up in the same bed you've woken up in for years now?

Live in the end and stop hoping to shift. You're already there, direct your awareness towards the reality of your choosing, and let your pure consciousness do the rest. Act as if you're there. Think like your DR self, act like your DR self, talk and walk and eat like your DR self because they are you and you are them. There is no divide, no disconnect, no separation.

Happy shifting ❤️

[soffiashifting]

⎯⎯ The New Me 2k25 project 🎀🩰 ⎯⎯⎯

✮ Healthy whole foods only - no added sugar, no unhealthy fats, no oil, no ultra-processed food

✮ No food restrictions, just mindfulness

✮ Hitting the protein goal daily (70g)

✮ Chosen sport 2 times per week

✮ Working out at home/running 3-4 times per week

✮ Drinking 2l of water

✮ In bed by 10 PM, up at 6:30

✮ AM and PM skincare every day

✮ Getting homework done the day it is assigned

✮ Studying and practicing at least 2 hrs

✮ Max. 2 hours screen time

✮ Reading at least 50 pages per day

✮ Language learning every day

✮ Spending time with myself

✮ Taking it easy. I'm not working against myself, but with myself. I am confident and positive and the physical and mental improvements will appear in no time. I am glowing up!!

[soffiashifting]

I miss my man 😞

[soffiashifting]

₊˚⊹♡ rules

1. i DO NOT accept any hateful speech towards me as a person! i am here to write and explore this new part of my life and also share it with the world.

2. i DO NOT accept any negative comments about the triplets. unless they do something that they should be keep accountable for, i don’t accept any kind of hate towards them.

3. get out of my page if you support isr@el, if you’re racist, homophobic, transphobic etc. this is a safe place for everyone BUT these kind of people.

4. english is NOT my first language!! so i’m sorry in advance for any grammar error that you might see in my fan fics.

5. be respectful.

6. have fun in here 🫂🤎

as i mentioned before, i will NOT write smut. i am not an expert in that, but that doesn’t mean i don’t enjoy it :D

I DO NOT WRITE INC3ST!!! that’s digusting in disrespectul.

NO NICK X ROMANTIC FEMALE READER!! again, disrespectul!! the only nick x reader fics i will write will be PLATONIC

i am not one to use y/n in fics, nor use second person in my stories. i know that it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but that’s how i like to write. my stories will only contain names in case i need to use one, but in most of the cases, reader will not have a name or a description.

i will not post on a daily basis and i will not have a program of posting. i post whenever i can and whenever i feel like it.

i also don’t consider myself be a creative person and since people have made thousands of fan fics before me, i will not guarantee anyone that my creations might be original. if i got inspired by someone, i’ll make sure to give them credit!!! if i somehow manage to write something that was already written and not give credit, i promise you all that i didn’t see the original post before 🙏🏻

if you have any requests, feel free to share them with me 🤍🍂

[soffiashifting]

Cara, meu s/o é tão lindo ,incrível, fofo, gostoso, forte, musculoso, tem um rostinho e um corpo de escultura grega, uns olhos maravilhosos junto com um olhar de tirar o folego, gentil, prestativo, enérgico e ele é perfeito pra mim em todo o sentido da palavra. Você é incrível, meu amor.

(Essa é uma mensagem que meu s/o definitivamente me manda na DR)

XOXO, Sofia

[soffiashifting]

my 30 day workout plan to get back into my routine 🎀🍵🪷

start date: monday, september 9

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ♡ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ♡ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆˚୨୧

day 1: 20 minute lower body pilates + 30 minute hips & hamstrings yoga

day 2: 35 minute pilates + 20 minute full body yoga

day 3: 20 minute upper body + 30 minute back flexibility yoga

day 4: 30 minute cardio + 20 minute full body yoga

day 5: 20 minute upper body strength yoga + 25 minute mobility workout

day 6: 45 minute full body yoga

day 7: 30 minute yoga sound bath

day 8: 30 minute leg workout + 25 minute inner & outer thighs yoga

day 9: 30 minute full body pilates + 20 minute full body yoga

day 10: 30 minute upper body pilates + 25 minute backbend yoga flow

day 11: 45 minute full body pilates + 25 minute full body yoga

day 12: 45 minute abs & arms pilates + 25 minute abs & arms yoga

day 13: 45 minute full body yoga

day 14: 25 minute yoga sound bath

day 15: 30 minute lower body pilates + 30 minute hips & hamstrings yoga

day 16: 45 minute full body pilates + 25 minute full body yoga

day 17: 35 minute upper body workout + 30 minute backbend yoga flow

day 18: 40 minute low impact hiit cardio + 20 minute full body yoga

day 19: 30 minute pilates hiit + 25 minute strong yoga

day 20: 45 minute full body yoga

day 21: 25 minute yoga sound bath

day 22: 30 minute lower body workout + 25 minute lower body & binds yoga

day 23: 30 minute pilates x strength + 20 minute full body yoga

day 24: 30 minute upper body workout + 30 minute backbend yoga flow

day 25: 30 minute cardio + 20 minute full body yoga

day 26: 30 minute arm balance yoga flow

day 27: 1 hour yoga flow

day 28: 25 minute yoga sound bath

day 29: 38 minute lower body workout + 30 minute hip opening yoga flow

day 30: 20 minute full body yoga

[soffiashifting]

◜ ✿ ◞ weekend reset 🍡

because sometimes you really need it

— ✦ O1. : tidy up your space

open up your curtains

wipe / dust off surfaces + shelves

clean mirrors and windows

wash sheets, clean out underneath bed

vacuum / mop floors

do your laundry, fold any you have out now

if you have a whiteboard, clean it

organize your closet, donate clothes you no longer want, throw out tarnished ones

organize self care stuff / cosmetics, clean makeup brushes, throw out anything expired

— ✦ O2. : everything shower

leave in hair oil / dry brush pre-shower

exfoliate

apply shave oil / cream, shave legs, underarms, etc.

soap up

wash hair

anything else you'd usually do

ps: you can swap for a relaxing bubble bath 🎀

— ✦ O3. : out of shower

apply glycolic toner to areas you shave (can only be used on the skin, do NOT apply to facial or bikini area)

moisturize

apply body oil / perfume

dry hair (you can blow dry it / air dry)

brush your teeth, floss, use mouth wash or oil pulling mouth rinse

do your skin care

wear a cute face mask + under eye patches if wanted

— ✦ O2. : relaxation station

light some relaxing scented candles / incense if you have some

put on some pajamas (i personally prefer nightgowns and silk matching sets)

the time is now yours! you can do whatever feels right, but some things i like to do include: making myself a small snack and putting a movie / show on, journaling my thoughts and feelings, playing video games, or reading a good book

— ✦ O5. : digital cleanse

if you're gonna be on your phone, might as well get something done!

clean out your camera roll

go through your apps, delete anything taking up space or not benefiting you

for social media, go through your followings, unfollow anyone who makes you sad / uncomfortable

organize playlists, pinterest boards, tumblr blogs, insta stories, etc.

if you're in the mood for re-decorating, you can fix up your layout / homepage or revamp your social media accounts

✷ heαder creds @ unknown !

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🥀🕊 dead dove: don't eat (this fic contains dark material - read at your own risk)

hiiii, it's @ariestrxsh (this is my backup account, and here is my contribution to kinktober 🖤 no taglist included on this account bc it would be really complicated)

🥀🕊 content warning: smut, prey/predator dynamic, primal kink, establishment of safeword, knifeplay, rough sex, degradation, daddy kink, roughdom!chris

🥀���� author's note: if the idea of being chased around in the forest at night and then being brutally fucked by chris sturniolo doesn't sound fun to you, don't read this!!! i don't ever want my writing to trigger, offend, or upset anyone, so please just skip this one if the material sounds unpleasant to you. this is just for those of us who have this little dark fantasy. 🖤

🥀🕊 summary: while housesitting for your boss, an unsuspecting visitor drops by, and the night takes a twist.

a forest

"I'll give you a two-minute headstart," he rasped into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

You took off, sprinting into the vast forest that was lit up by the full moon. Your sneakers crushed twigs and dead leaves as you wandered deeper into the woods.

You stopped for a moment to take in the sound of your surroundings, but the silence was eerie and unnerving. So quiet you could hear your heart about to pound out of your chest, along with the sound of adrenaline pumping your blood through your veins.

The thick, grey clouds in the sky slowly moved into the way of the moon, obstructing the light it emmited momentarily. You were excited to be chased, but something about this situation still triggered a primal fear in you. You started to run again, trying not to lose your sense of direction along with all the other sensory deprivation you were experiencing.

Suddenly, your shoelace snagged on a branch that had fallen, launching you forward into the forest floor beneath you.

*flashback to several hours earlier*

Your car made its way down the winding dirt road as you navigated directions to your boss' house, the branches above creating a dense canopy above you while you meandered through the tunnel of trees.

She was a sweet lady who owned the dog grooming business you worked at, and she was offering you some extra money to house sit for her, feed her cats, and water her plants while she was away on vacation.

It was a nice way to make some extra cash, and a nice way for you to get away from your roommates for a little while and enjoy some peace and quiet in the little woodsy area she lived in. An even bigger plus, she told you to help yourself to any of the food in her fridge and pantry, so it wouldn't spoil or go stale in the time that she was gone.

You slammed on your brakes, nearly losing traction and kicking up dirt as a fawn leaped out of nowhere and into the path of your car and stopped a few feet in front of your headlights. Your heart raced, but you immediately let out a sigh of relief as it got away safely and trotted off in another direction.

You'd never been to your boss' place before, but it wasn't hard to find, considering it was the only house around, and the nearest neighbors were at least a couple of miles away. You located your destination, and as you slowly ascended the driveway and admired the wooden structure, the full clouds above you started to release a light drizzle of rain.

It was a big, gorgeous, and charming home. You could tell a lot of work and money had gone into it, and you were even more excited to see the inside. You slung your bag over your shoulder, stepped out into the rain, and found the creepy owl statue, which the house key was hidden under. You put the key in the lock, turned it until you heard the click, and let yourself in.

It had a very rustic vibe, which really fit your boss, and you were so lost in the decor and the architecture that you were startled when a sweet, long-haired, black cat appeared at your feet and started rubbing up against your bare leg. She placed her two front paws on your black Converse shoe and peered up at you. "Hi, sweetie," you whispered, squatting down to let her smell you.

After she sniffed you for a few seconds, she drove her sweet face into your hand, and you scratched her under the chin. She started walking off in the other direction, looking back at you as if she wanted you to follow her.

You walked through the hall, through the living room, and into the dining room where two empty food bowls sat on the ground next to the fridge. "Awh, are you hungry?" You asked the cat as if she could respond to you, and you emptied a bit of dry food into both of the bowls, and as the sound of kibble ricocheting off the metal containers filled the room, another cat came bounding into view.

He was a short-haired brown tabby with white paws and a bit of white at the tip of his tail, but he stopped dead in his tracks when he got a look at you and ran the other direction to find something to hide under. "Can't win them all over, huh?" You said, peering down at the black cat as she gobbled up her food. She glanced back up at you and let out a soft meow as if she understood and went back to snacking.

You slowly walked through the rest of the house, acquainting yourself with the layout. You found your way to the guest room, which was right where you were told it was. Two doors down on the left after you walked through the second hallway that connected the kitchen to the bedrooms.

You set your bag down on the bed you'd be sleeping in tonight and backtracked to the kitchen to check out the drink and snack selection. You found a bottle of bourbon stored in the pantry that looked pretty fancy. You were of age, and your boss did say you could have any food or beverages she had, so you poured yourself a glass of bourbon over ice after you'd found her stash of whiskey glasses.

You grabbed some garlic stuffed olives from the fridge along with some aged cheddar and crackers you found, and you made your way to the living room to check out the entertainment. While you were flipping through apps on the television, you noticed some pictures above the fireplace.

Your boss had mentioned she had a son your age, but you'd never seen him until your gaze landed on his senior photo. "Holy shit," you whispered, admiring his beautiful smile and his lovely, blue eyes. Why hadn't your boss told you her son was so hot?

You popped an olive into your mouth and washed it down with a small sip of bourbon as you studied the picture collection she had on the mantel above the fireplace. Your eyes were immediately drawn to all the pictures of her son, and you couldn't help but allow your mind to wander while you looked at his photos. You'd never seen a man so attractive before.

You picked up a photograph of him in which he was shirtless and carried it back over to the couch with you. After looking at his picture a bit longer and taking a few more sips of your alcoholic drink, you turned your attention back to the television.

The sun had set by now, and you'd settled on watching Jennifer's Body. You'd seen it a dozen times before, but it was the only movie that sparked your interest after looking through several films on several different streaming services. Plus, you thought the movie was fitting, given it was October.

You were drinking your second glass of bourbon while you snacked on cheese and crackers when the scene came on where Jennifer and Needy make out. You were so lost in the steamy kiss that you had no idea anyone was in the room with you.

"Whatcha watching?" A voice came out of nowhere. You snapped your neck around, nearly dropping your drink, paused the movie, and asked, "Who the fuck are you?" before you could take in any of the boy's features. "I'm Chris. Who the fuck are you?" He returned the question, snorting at you.

"Sorry, you must be my boss' son," you quickly apologized, realizing he was the same man in the pictures. He was even more attractive in person. You stood up, wiping your crumby hands off on your striped shirt and your cut-off jean shorts.

You introduced yourself and extended your hand to shake his, but his gorgeous blue eyes flicked to the photo you had of him on the coffee table in front of you. "Like that picture of me?" He flashed you his million-dollar smile.

You ignored his question that felt like more of an accusation. "Sorry, I didn't know you'd be here. I was told I'd be staying here all alone," you responded, still caught off guard by his presence. "Well, I didn't know anyone would be here either. My mom told me someone was watching the cats, but I didn't know that meant you'd be here full time," Chris said, still caught off guard by your presence.

"Well, your mom told me I could sleep here and eat what you guys had in the fridge. I'm not doing anything weird," you replied. "Sure, you're not," Chris smirked, his gaze flicking back up at the frozen frame on the television of the girl-on-girl kiss scene you were watching. "It's not weird at all to watch porn on your boss' couch while you have a picture of her son next to you."

"Oh, my god, I'm not watching porn. This is just some horror movie on Hulu," you turned bright red, reaching for the remote and shutting off the film. "Well, either way, I won't tell my mom you're drinking her bourbon and watching softcore lesbian porn in her living room as long as you don't tell my mom I stop by here sometimes when she's out of town. I have a long weekend, and I just wanted to get away from my dormmates and come spend some time alone here," Chris told you.

"It's not porn.. whatever," you shook your head, giving up trying to defend yourself. "Your secret is safe with me," you said, taking in all his aesthetically pleasing features. "You don't mind if I hang out and stay the night here, do you? I just drove like two and a half hours, and I'm pretty tired," he bit his lip at you, and you nearly melted.

"No, I don't mind. After all, it is your house." Chris plopped down on the couch next to you and pulled out some rolling papers and a bag of weed. "You smoke?" He asked, looking up at you. "Yeah," you responded, sitting back down on the couch beside him.

"Smoke this joint with me on the deck?" He offered, while he packed the paper full of ground weed. "Sure," you accepted. He looked into your eyes while he licked and sealed the joint. "Follow me," he muttered as he stood up and started to make his way to the back door that led out to the wooden deck that wrapped around the back-half of the house.

The rain had let up by now, but the scent still lingered in the air. The two of your found yourselves leaning over the railing, staring up at the full moon and the few stars that were visible between the clouds while you passed the lit joint back and forth.

"Guess I should have asked this before I invited you to smoke with me, but how old are you?" He wondered. "Twenty-one. How about you?" You asked, giving him the joint back after blowing a puff of smoke into the air. "Same. You like working for my mom?" He wondered, glancing over at you.

"Yeah, actually. You know, everyone really respects her because she's a little bit of a hard ass, but she's really understanding. She doesn't treat us like cogs in her machine like some of my former employers. She treats us like we're actually human," you shrugged. "That's been my experience with her, too. She's a no-bullshit type of woman. Kind of hard on you when you need it. But a really caring and genuine person," Chris told you, taking another hit.

"What are you studying in school?" You asked him. "I've changed my major like a dozen times because I can't focus on any one thing, but right now, I'm leaning towards something in finance," he replied.

"I like the taste of these rolling papers," you told him. "Yeah? They're vanilla," he responded. "That's the best flavor. Except when it comes to sex," you mumbled under your breath and giggled. "Oh, yeah?" Chris raised his eyebrows and glanced at you, smiling and shocked to hear you say such a thing. "How freaky are you?" He asked, taking another puff off the joint.

"Well, freaky is subjective," you started off. "And that's how I know you're a freak," Chris glared in your direction, still smiling. "If you'd given me a definitive no, when then, that answers that question. If you'd given me a definitive yes, that could have meant that your definition of freaky is like getting your hair pulled while you're in doggy or something," he replied, passing you back the doobie. "Well, I do like that," you chuckled. "Yeah, but what other freaky shit are you into?" Chris' curiosity had been sparked.

"I'm not telling you. I just met you," You widened your eyes at Chris and shot him an embarrassed smile. "You're the one that brought it up. I'll tell you what I'm into if you tell me what you're into," Chris promised, dying to hear you confess all your naughty fantasies to him. You rolled your eyes at him while you heavily blushed.

"Okay, fine. I really like being tied up, spit on, choked, slapped around, having my hair pulled.." You started to say, but your voice trailed off. "What else, pretty girl? I can tell you're holding back with me," Chris lowered his gaze to your lips. "Well, you might judge me," you said, taking a puff of the joint and returning it to Chris. "I don't kink-shame," Chris chuckled in a low voice.

"Okay, well I like being degraded, humiliated, talked down to, that kind of thing," you responded, nibbling on your lip and looking for Chris' reaction. "Keep going," he encouraged you, intrigued to hear what else you were going to say. "I kind of get turned on by things that would scare the average person. Like knives, blood, and like being chased. Stuff like that," you admitted, gazing down at the ground, afraid of what he'd think of you.

"Such a little whore," he said in a seductive tone. Your heart raced, and you peered up at him. "What a coincidence, because I like degrading and humiliating girls like you, and I love to hunt my prey before I fuck it," Chris curled his lips into a menacing smile while his dark eyes piercing through you. He put out the joint and clenched his jaw at you waiting for you to say something, but the words were caught in your throat.

"I mean, I'm making assumptions here, but I think you're into me, and I think you want me to chase you," Chris sneered at you, tilting your chin up at him. You hesitantly nodded your head. "You can be my little fawn, and I'll be the hungry coyote," Chris cooed, running his thumb along your bottom lip that was pink with arousal. You nodded again. He took a few steps closer to you until you could feel the warmth coming off his body.

"Just remember. I know this forest better than you do, princess," his words triggered the hair on the back of your neck to stand up. "In honor of Halloween, your safeword is Beetlejuice."

You weren't sure how long you'd been running for. It could have been forty-five seconds, or it could have been ten minutes. You felt disoriented, your perception seemingly disconnected from reality as time seemed to fold in on itself. The smell of wet dirt filled your senses as you got a face full of it. You placed both of your hands on the soil and grass beneath you to prop yourself back up onto your feet, but your shoelace was still stuck.

Instead, you scooted yourself down towards your feet, frantically reaching around for the branch you were caught on. After fiddling around with it for a few seconds, you whispered to yourself, "Shit." You ultimately decided to pull your shoelace untied, and tried to knot it back up quickly before getting to your feet and bounding further into the woods.

You weren't sure if you were even running the right way or if you were tracing your footsteps back from where you just came. That's when you heard his footsteps, dead autumn leaves crushing under his weight, and you whipped around in the direction you heard the crunch.

You hoped it was the attractive boy you just met, stealthily setting his sights on you through the trees where he could see you but you couldn't see him, rather than an actual coyote, but you expected him to chase you and tackle you right away. Instead, he was behaving like a four-legged wild animal - stalking you. Hunting you.

You heard a few more brittle leaves and twigs crack as he slowly stepped closer to you. You took off, sprinting as fast as you could, still a bit unsure about what was chasing you. He was hot on your heels, and you made it only a few more feet before he lunged forward, grappling you to the forest floor.

You fell on your stomach, and the pressure knocked the air out of you. You were almost relieved when you felt human hands tearing at your clothes, and you heard Chris whisper, rasping in your ear from behind you, "Gotcha!" He ripped your shirt off of your torso in a swift motion, and you gasped as you tried to get away from him, but his hands were strong, and he had all his body weight on you, his erection stabbing you in the backside as you squirmed, digging your nails into the soil beneath you.

You grew increasingly wet as you heard him fiddle with his belt buckle and his zipper. Then he tugged your shorts down and took them off you. He didn't waste his time, pulling your panties to the side and lining his length up with your entrance.

He roughly pushed into you, causing you to sharply inhale and whimper as he started moving his hips back and forth, stretching you out. You'd been caught and defeated, but you loved every second of the way Chris took you. You began arching your back and leaning back into the boy while he fucked you senseless.

You could hear his deep, animalistic grunts in your ear and you could feel his hot, shallow breath on the back of your neck. You couldn't conceal how much you loved it. You threw your head back and let out a few loud, satisfied sounds.

Your hands and your knees dug into the soft ground beneath you while you graciously took Chris' rod. He pounded into you, the sound of his hips slamming into your ass echoed throughout the forest and reverberated through your body. Chris placed his hand on the back of your head and pressed the side of your face into the dirt while he began to fuck you harder.

"You fucking love it, don't you? Such a worthless little cunt," Chris grunted breathlessly. You responded by rolling your eyes back into your head and moaning at his words. "I'm gonna flip you around, slut, and if you try to run away from me, it's not gonna go well for you," he whispered in a raspy voice.

As soon as he pulled himself out of you and went to grab you and turn you onto your back, you jumped up and took off running in nothing but your thong and your sneakers. You couldn't wait to see what he had in mind.

"Bitch!" Chris growled as he pulled up his pants and started chasing after you again. You didn't get far before he tackled you to the ground again and flipped you onto your back. "What did I fucking tell you? Defiant little brat. You're gonna be sorry you ran from me," Chris chuckled under his breath as he nudged your legs open and pinned both your wrists above your head with one of his strong, veiny hands.

You watched Chris pull something out of his pocket, and you noticed the way the moonlight bounced off of it and made it glimmer. It was something long and metal. As well as sharp, you noted as Chris started teasing you with it. He took the blade and started running it along the center of your rib cage.

He brought the knife up to your chest and started grazing the curve of your breasts. Your breath quickened. You shuddered at the feeling of the cool metal as he subtly grazed your nipples with it. He did this over and over until adrenaline was flowing through you. You were both worried and excited that he may actually draw blood.

He dragged the cold, sharp edge down your stomach and replaced the tantalizing feeling of the blade against the sensitive buds on your chest with his soft, pouty lips. He engulfed each nipple, swirling his tongue around and eliciting sweet whines from you while the knife grazed the insides of your thighs. You felt it rest up against your vulva through your panties, and suddenly, Chris took the switchblade, hooked it into the strap of your underwear, and sliced them off of you.

You gasped and squirmed beneath him, fear and excitement flooding your system. The forest was so eerily quiet besides the sounds of your desperate mewls that Chris could hear your heartbeat. "Do you trust me?" Chris whispered in a creepy voice as he took the switchblade and held it up to your neck, nestling his cock back into your sweet, wet pussy.

You barely knew him, but you had to trust him. After all, he was weilding a weapon and holding it about an inch away from your carotid artery and one subtle move, purposeful or accidental, could end your life or at the very least, put you in critical condition. "Yes," you managed to choke out.

"Your pussy is all mine. You're nothing more than my little cock sleeve. Isn't that right?" Chris degraded you while he thrusted into you, still holding your wrists down overhead. It turned you on even more that you were letting a stranger fuck you, and not just any stranger - your boss' son.

"Fuck, you take daddy's cock so well," he chuckled, causing you to smile and letting your eyes roll back into your head once more. You hadn't even told Chris about your daddy kink, but it's like he could smell it on you. "Yes, daddy," you whined as he pounded deep into you, hitting the spot with every stroke. He knew just what to say and do and how to fuck you just right.

Chris loved the way your cunt swallowed his length perfectly and how warm and wet you were as he did what he pleased. He loved the way you were getting off on your own fear and adrenaline. He could feel you losing control, your body convulsing beneath him and your tight hole rhythmically clenching around him. Waves of euphoria traveled through your veins, filling every one of your senses with pleasure.

"You're so pathetic and needy to cum, aren't you?" Chris cooed in a condescending tone. "Yes, daddy," you whimpered. "I don't know if you deserve to. You've been such a naughty girl," he shot back. "Please, daddy," you whined, squirming around. He relished in the way you begged over and over, flirting with the idea of letting you cum with every desperate plea that escaped your lips.

"Beg harder for it, slut," Chris replied in a deep voice. "Daddy, please, I need it," you cried out. He delivered a few more hard thrusts before he gave in to your whining. "Okay, fine. Cum on my daddy's cock, slut," Chris huffed, pressing the knife to your neck with just a bit more pressure.

All you needed were those magic words, and you reached the point of no return. Your orgasm swept you under like a strong current you couldn't stop, carrying you in its flow, and you surrendered to the feeling. It ripped through you mercilessly, leaving you in a pool of your own drool and cum. You spasmed around Chris' cock while you finished onto him.

The way your body reacted tipped Chris over the edge as well, sending him through the same euphoric sensations. He loudly moaned, slammed his eyes shut, and slacked his jaw before he pulled out and finished all over your stomach. He admired the way the moonlight caught his load and made it glitter against your flesh. "Fuck, I needed that," Chris breathlessly mumbled, squeezing out every last drop.

He switched the blade shut, put it back into his pocket, and pulled up his pants while the two of you caught your breath. Your legs were numb, and you couldn't think straight, recovering from the thrilling experience. You laid still for a few moments, your gaze fixed on the stars that were scattered overheard and barely visible through the storm clouds.

Chris grabbed you, slung your naked and mud-covered body over his shoulder, and then climbed to his feet to carry you back to the house. "Don't worry. I know exactly where we are. I'm gonna get you back safe."

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Be Busy—Become “Little Miss Hard To Reach.”🪫🧘🏾‍♀️🎀🧖🏾‍♀️🍷🍱💋

Remember, putting self-care and peace first is essential for leading a fulfilling life 💎

We’re encouraging all of our besties to try this:

🧽 Clean home ✔️

🧖🏾‍♀️ Nice hot shower + Hygiene Routine ✔️

👚 Cute pajamas ✔️

💨Put on perfume ✔️

🕯️Candles lit ✔️

🛋️Create a Comfy ambiance ✔️

🍱Food and your favorite tv show ✔️

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bad habits that held me back for years

negative self talk: tune into your inner voice and turn mean thoughts into kind ones

prioritising comfort over progress: you have to actually do the work, then enjoy your rest and comfort (with less anxiety too)

hanging around the wrong people: you are the sum of the people you spend the most time with, choose your friends carefully

never taking responsibility: tough stuff happens to everybody, focus on what you can control (you) rather than blaming outside circumstances (not talking about trauma here obviously)

expecting praise for 'being yourself': you're good enough as you are in a spiritual sense, but if you want to be excellent at something you have to actually do the work, not just expect praise and reward for just showing up

liking the aesthetic more than the work: do you want to achieve that goal or do you just like how it looks on pinterest??? make sure you derive some level of pleasure and satisfaction from the pursuit

overthinking: seriously just tell your brain to shut up. stop over intellectualising and over thinking every single thing. find your heart to guide you and save your brain power for working on your passions...

[soffiashifting]

AH OMG CAN YOU DO FACESITTING WITH 2008 TOM

only if u comfortable wit it tho ☺️

ᡣ𐭩 facesitting w tom

it was a sunny morning, daylight creeping in through the blinds that protected the solace of tom’s bedroom. you and your boyfriend were sleeping in from a long night out, and a long night in. if yk what i mean ;)

shuffling back, your back was met with the heat from what seemed as tom’s own body.

not thinking much of it, you attempt to get more shut eye in before you actually wanted to start your day.

that was until, you felt a pair of hand creep under your shirt. the shirt that tom lended you after a night at the club because you forgot to pack your own. exploring your body, the rough skin of his palms slid up your torso to message your chest.

tits filling in the crevices of tom’s hands, he fondles them roughly as he nuzzles his nose into the crack of your neck, breathing your scent in.

he didn’t take it in that you were awake and just went to town with how he was touching you.

tweaking your nipple between two fingers, he elicited a whimper out of you, “mmph..” doing so, he begins to kiss and lick at your neck, not exactly using enough pressure to leave a mark on you.

“well good morning to you too baby,” you giggled.

he froze, stopping all his movements before smiling into your neck, “mornin’ schatzi,” “you gonna let my tits breathe?” you ask as he quickly resumed to caressing your breasts under his touch leaving you to heave a bit. he shakes his head into your neck as you forcefully shift to face him, stopping all movements of his.

kissing his lips, you smile at him as you begin to get on top of him, propping your body to hover above his on your arms and knees, not yet making contact with his.

as tom’s shirt rose above your ass, this gave tom full leverage to take what’s his, using both his arms, he extends them to kneed your ass cheeks. your head falls a bit lower to almost reach tom’s, your hair draping over your shoulders.

distracting you, a yelp slips out of your mouth as you feel two of his fingers prod your entrance. you were too lazy to put your panties back on after using the bathroom due to how drunk you were, motion and vision hazy and all you yearned for that night was to get in bed. “ah! tom!”

“so wet already.. you’re such a pervert, y/n..” grinding your hips on tom’s fingers, you bite your lips as to not let out any more noises. tom giggles and removes his hands from off your body, placing them at his sides. you whine at the lack of contact and reach down to kiss his lips, “tom..”

“is there something you wanna borrow?” he asks, smirking at you.

your body hot and needy for touch, so early in the morning. and there it was in front of you, all you had to do was make the decision but it’s the way that tom had you so quickly wrapped around his finger that made you frustrated.

body still above his, your brain is all scrambled as to what you truly wanted this morning. you can feel yourself getting all bothered as you arch your back, stomach almost touching tom’s.

“ugh…” you scoff softly,

“what are ya’ gonna do it about it baby?”

“uhhhhh…”

“…”

he doesn’t dare speak a word, relishing in the fact that your slutty body and brain has to make the quick decision of how you wanted to take him, or really, how you wanted him to take you.

“5.”

you gasp at the realization of how long you’d been thinking, “tom shut up!” really, you wanted both, but he wouldn’t allow that unless you give him something in return, and truthfully your body can only take one thing at a time this morning.

“hurry up or i’ll change my mind baby. if you don’t make a move in the next four seconds you’ll get nothing.”

tears begin to well in your eyes, “so mean..” you manage to call out through hiccups. yet through your crying you feel yourself get wetter. with your trembling body and the continuation of tom’s countdown, you finally made your move. “unnnh fine!” you scream at him in frustration.

“4.. 3.. 2.. 1..”

“i—i’m so sorry tom..”

your legs plush down on each side of tom’s head as your cunt lay directly down on tom’s lips. beginning to lap at your slick cunt, you can’t help but whip your head back to look at the ceiling and moan, “finally..” his tongue darts at your entrance as he eats you out in a slow but sensual pace.

his tongue licks at your puffy lips, collecting all the grool that he can, taking it in as if it were water while the rest of it drips down his mouth and chin.

“s-shit tom,” you whine holding his head still as he sucks on your clit, grinding your hips in circles on his face. you don’t even hesitate to ensure that your boyfriend is breathing, because if he could, he would die while eating your pussy out.

unknowingly, tom has one of his hands down his pants, jerking his hard-on off as his opposite hand and arm is latched around your thigh.

momentarily you lift yourself off tom as you felt though the sensations were becoming too much, “fuck baby, you taste so good.. so perfect for me this morning..” using his arm that’s wrapped around you, he pulls you down on his face hard and shakes his head side to side, motioning his tongue to harass your puffy and sensitive clit.

“t-tomi! s’too much!” your head becomes all cloudy with how tom licks at your clit and the way your pussy sounds even wetter from than before, the sound of that and your moans bouncing off the wall.

your thighs shake and tremble as you came, your grip strong onto tom’s dreads as you ride your orgasm out on his face, he moans at the tightness of how you hold his head, even managing to come undone in his own sweats. his come staining the underside of his pants, not deciding to wear any underwear, like you.

attempting to collect all your juices, tom slurps up all he could as he lays his tongue now flat against your cunt to allow you in riding your high out.

you manage to catch your breath as you finally shift your weight off of tom’s face. eyes closed and smiling, as if he were in heaven. tom’s face is completely soaked with your slick and you can’t help but feel embarrassed by how much of a whore you just were.

as you begin to get up to clean up, tom calls out for you, “y/n.” you turn around and are met with tom’s eyes, his fingers pointing to the lower half of his face, motioning something.

“oh! sorry baby..” you begin to kiss your boyfriend warm and soft, as you begin licking his face to clean up your mess. you can’t help but cringe at the weird aftertaste and question how tom indulges in something like this, but you weren’t totally complaining.

placing a final kiss on your lips, you lift tom up off the bed and lead him into the washroom, “let’s get you cleaned up yeah? and work on that.. problem downstairs,” you blurt out as you eye tom’s groin area.

tom had forgotten completely about coming in his own pants and he can’t help but facepalm himself mentally. what am i, a virgin? he questions.

he however cannot feel disappointed in himself anymore the second you close the bathroom door behind him, and begin pulling his pants down, slowly getting down on your knees in front of him, where your body is met with the cold tiled floor.

“oh fuck—”

[soffiashifting]

mouth - chris sturniolo

summary: a lil' drabble on how well chris knows how to use his mouth when you're in his backseat

content: fluff, smut, sweet-talking chris, praise, use of "ma" (i'm on the FLOOR), oral (fem receiving)

a/n: this is a little something while i try to get the motivation to write pepsi pt 2 im SORRY okay. also non proofread because it is again 1 am!!

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going on car rides with chris is always perfect, yapping and blasting music is one of my favorite ways to spend time with him. but i think our outings ending with me sitting in the backseat, with him kneeling in front of me might be even better.

chris pulls my shorts down, leaving me in my panties that already have a wet spot forming. just from the previous making out and his sweet talking. he trails his hands up my legs, just admiring them for a moment.

"you're so gorgeous, god damn it" he murmurs, his eyes eventually landing back between my legs.

"can i have a taste, ma?"

i give him consent, and he licks his lips before dipping his head down, kissing my inner thighs. he kisses and nips at my inner thighs, running his tongue on my skin occasionally, making the warmth between my legs grow. he glances up at me

"you're so good to me, ma, letting me do this. lemme show you how good i can be to you"

he makes his wait between my thighs, his tongue flicking out and licking the wet spot on my panties, and he groans.

"gonna taste you for real now"

he pulls my panties off, pressing a kiss to my thigh again before his tongue flattens against my slit, licking a stripe up before flicking it over my clit. he does this a few more times to get me worked up.

chris moves down, his tongue dipping inside me as he fucks me slowly with just his tongue. he occasionally moves up to suck on my clit before moving back down, adding to my pleasure.

he moans softly as he eats me out, his bulge fully hard in his sweats now, he gets turned on from my pleasure

he starts to tongue fuck me faster, and he notices i'm getting close

he pulls away for a second "gonna make you feel so good now. you deserve it"

he suddenly attaches his lips to my clit, sucking and flicking his tongue over it at the same time. this lasts less than thirty seconds before my legs are trembling, and i release on his face. he continues, drawing out my release before he pulls back as i tug on his hair.

"you did so good for me. 'm never gonna get enough of tasting you baby"