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i would LOVE to read your vision of boyfriend by dove cameron....... but w minsung x reader 😏

OH MARSYYYY marsyyyy ajdbkskfla youuu how dare youu take my sleep away from me like thisssss kabfoqbfoskj i barely got to 300 words and i was like “yup. there’s no fucking way i’m not writing this.” so @lyramundana @stayconnecteed, pasarla muy bien mis amores bskdbakd id a la iglesia después

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄-𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐒.

sum. gentlemen like them make for a better boyfriend, and minho and han will let you know as soon as you come over… they know first times pave the way for more.

yes, the cursive makes a cute lil sentence, kill me

wc. 5.6k (me cago en todo mars)

cw. suggestive, smut! cursive: a lifestyle, the restaurant scene came out really high-class? fem!reader x dom!simp!minho x sub!needy!jisung, the reader is cheating on her boyfriend, so many things happen (praise, degradation, hair pulling, thigh riding, dry humping, oral fixation, marking, mild choking, corruption kink, use of pet names, accidental orgasm denial, oral (f rec.), begging, fingering (f&m rec.) dirty talk, overstim, mild bondage, unprotected piv sex [don't!<3], creampie, breeding kink, dacryphilia). holy shit this is nasty man, aftercare (mandatory) and just have fun lovelies <3<3<3

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Minho has to breathe in, slowly as he smiles, a cat-like grin that has already threatened many people’s hearts, grabbing Jisung’s wrist and pulling him a bit closer.

His company that night —his company forever, if anyone bothered to ask or wanted to know— doesn’t ask why, merely tilts his head, watching, waiting.

“Twelve o’clock. Red and white dress.”

It’s a mumble that the older man makes with his eyes half closed, yet he opens them again after a beat of silence. He grunts, a low, whispered voice, not daring to interrupt the shy flow of music in the fine restaurant, but still takes Han’s chin in his hand, gripping it softly and tilting it a bit further to his left.

“That’s more like one o’clock— oh.” Minho doesn’t dare voice nor even question the way blood rushes to the deepest parts of his body when Jisung licks his lips and stares back at him, lowering his hand with a gentle touch that sets his skin ablaze.

He can’t help but let his eyes trail towards your figure again. The dress you’re wearing, a mix of colours that gingerly combines with that of their own suits, that clings to your shape in a way that threatens his own sanity and the stability of their plan, the impulse of running to you head first wondering what the crash would feel like. He stops himself, and breathes in again, deeper this time in an attempt to stop wondering how the dress would look just a few floors over them, in their hotel room, preferably on the floor, and he finally does, catching the faint scent of Jisung’s new cologne.

Alone. It’s funny to him. Ridiculous, yes, because only a fool would leave such a beauty like you in a situation like that —on your own, waiting in boredom close to death, or even worse, resignation—, and he’s sure that if he were in your place, he would’ve left a while ago. Hell, if he ever pulled something like that, he’d allow for Jisung to choke him —in a non-sexual sense, at least for once—, but he can’t help feeling giddy at the empty sight of the chair in front of you. Almost as if you were waiting for them to get close, to take a seat. And then, maybe you’d smile. Like a little treat.

A cute gift.

The image makes him smirk as he licks his lips. Minho knows he’d wrap you up in a heartbeat.

“What do you think?” He ponders the question lowly, still waiting for the waiter as the restaurant prepares their table. The one next to you, of course.

Jisung’s eyes widen for a moment. “What do I think?”

He gulps, and Minho reels in the way his boyfriend is already blushing, the red dust on his cheeks making him think twice and wonder if he could afford having a little snack before properly taking you both as a dessert, and he can’t help but snicker, tonguing his cheek.

“What are the chances?”

Minho’s fingers stroke Jisung’s palm.

“Well, I did as we agreed. And now the plan follows, jagi. I’m sure you can play your part now, mmh?” His voice is sultry, low, and a whisper, one that deepens Han’s blush and darkens his eyes even further, making his breath hitch to Minho’s amusement. “As if you can’t do whatever you want with that pretty little mouth of yours.”

“Min—”

“Welcome.” The whispered whine that Jisung had been just about to say dies on his lips, as tragically —yet not quite as brutally— as the unfortunate and inopportune waiter in Minho’s head.

“Your party for two is ready. Come with me.”

Shrugging away the comment ‘with you here, no one’s coming’, Minho follows behind Han and nods his head after being pointed to his table.

White-collar thieves could have plenty of money and exotic pairs of jewelry. Take any gemstone, for example. In unknown eyes, it may seem flawlessly perfect, but that’s merely a refracted illusion. Its core, deep in there, remains a secret, and it’d take a good crack for it to be seen.

No, this couple had it clear. A thief could steal anything but achieve nothing. And as Minho sends his partner in crime a wink, and the plan finally starts, its gears already set in place, he knows that whatever the outcome of it might end up being, nothing would give a better reward than trying to steal you tonight.

And it all starts with a silly trip of his boyfriend’s foot.

Jisung’s hand saves him from ending head first against your thighs —did he really save himself, Minho wonders, because the thought sounded like heaven—, and he watches as the younger one rushes back up, an apologetic grin on his face that he had seen so many times before and still made him want to kneel in front of Jisung and worship him to death and beyond.

“Sorry,” Ji smiles, bashful, his little dimples showing. He pretends to cringe, an action only Minho can see through.

“Oh, no, don’t worry. Are you alright?” The genuine worry that slips through your tone softens the men.

“Of course. Yes.” Jisung chimes right back. “Such a kind lady.” He grins, pulling his hand in front of him.

Minho is just watching, and the feeling of witnessing such a moment nearly has him bulging in his tailored pants as shy little Jisung kisses the back of your hand.

He can’t believe how obsessed they both are with you, enthralled at the mere thought of having you closer, and he doesn’t care, needing more, more of your confused smile as you stare at his boyfriend, more of the gentle blush that creeps up to your cheeks, more of the way your hair is neatly tied up and away from your face, feeling the impulse to ruin you on the tip of his fingers.

“What’s a place like this doing, surrounding a beauty such as yours?” Minho smiles, taking a seat at his table. Calm. Mindful. With the plan in his head.

You chuckle so politely that it makes Minho fidget with his rings, a laugh so melodic that tickles his heart and warms his insides.

“I stay in this hotel.” Minho knows. He’s seen you before.

“Alone?” Jisung smiles, a bit cheeky, sitting and moving his chair at an angle, making it easier to keep the conversation going.

The way you sigh makes them both angry and giddy. They had seen your partner before, and they almost couldn’t believe their eyes, genuinely wondering what had the ugly man done to deserve such an angel. If it were for them, not for too long.

“Up until twenty minutes ago, I wasn’t, but…”

Crystal clear. They both can see the resignation in your eyes, and Minho can’t help but feel it trail up his skin, needing to do something about it immediately.

“I know it may seem too straightforward,” his mouth is dry and he can feel his ears turning red. “But I wouldn’t mind the extra company tonight. Right, jagi?”

The smile he shoots at Jisung is soft and sweet, feelings conveyed between layers and layers worth of things he hasn’t said yet. A comforting grin that Ji matches, holding his hand from below the table and giving it a light squeeze, catching it.

“Yes. It’d be a pity, using that wonderful dress on such a dull night.” His boyfriend turns to you, smiling widely. “Join us?”

God, yes. The squirm of satisfaction that threatens to leave past his lips has him fidgeting with his fingers, cracking his knuckles in an oh-so-giddy attempt to hide just how excited he is when he sees you stand up and grin sheepishly, moving your chair and settling on their table.

If one tried and overthinked it too much, it wouldn’t work. People tend to feel those kinds of things, the rush, the nervousness, the desperation. Not attractive on a stranger in the slightest. And Minho knows he’s one lucky bastard just getting to sit with you at the same table, sharing sentences with Jisung across the rounded table with just a blink and a cheeky stare through his lashes.

And as the night goes on, sneaky glances, touches, soft hands over yours, their eyes deep in colour, on you as you wine and dine, the white-collar thieves swiftly steal your heart for the night.

A fever dream. You find no other way to word it, how they get under your skin and into your head, how their cheeky antics keep getting you closer and closer in a way that almost baffles you. You can’t even think about that sad excuse of a boyfriend you have when Jisung’s hand brushes your arm again or when Minho’s eyes lock on yours, almost undressing you under his gaze.

You couldn’t call it a red flag. After all, their collars are pure white.

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Jisung can’t hold back any longer.

He opens the door to their hotel room for you, and in an unrestrained need, grabs your wrist and finally pulls you to him.

Minho smirks, closing the door with a thud by leaning on it, watching as his boyfriend ruins and smears your lipstick, giving it just a bit before he pulls him from the back of his shirt, tutting at him.

“Such a needy little slut, mmh? Couldn’t even wait for me?”

His hands thread on Jisung’s hair, pulling in a way that has him already on edge. Minho takes his blazer off under the eager eyes of his company, and also takes Ji’s red one, leaving both on the couch that sits in the corner of the room as he licks his lips and takes his hands to his boyfriend’s neck, kissing him deeply, hungrily, humming a snicker when he feels his cheeky little hands tugging and pulling on his white shirt.

“Brat.” He whispers on his lips. “We have to treat our guest first, don’t we, jagi?”

Heat pools on your lower belly, disarmed as the two gorgeous, disheveled men stare at you with a glow in their eyes so deep it could fuck you alone. Both stare at the other with a sly grin on their faces, the phrases they want to say hidden behind the opacity of their eyes, clouded in lust.

Cheekily, Minho grabs Jisung by his belt, speaking at mere inches away from his lips.

“Be a good boy and hang on the door the do not disturb sign, mmh?” His eyes trail from Han’s neck, reeling on his heavy breathing and how his big brown eyes flutter when his hand teases him, tickling his skin with a brush of his fingers, doing tender and slow motions, opening the lower buttons on his shirt and going down his happy trail.

Jisung only nods weakly, in a daze as Minho lets go of him, blinking slowly and letting out a playful chuckle when he teasingly smacks his ass as he makes his way to the door.

“Now, what do we have here?”

Your throat feels dry and you yearn for the moment in which you’ll finally drown in Minho’s lips. He can tell, approaching you slowly, his steps barely making a sound on the carpet below.

His hands brush away the few hairs that Ji got loose, his hand traveling from the shell of your ear to just a bit after your pulse point. “Such a beauty.” Your heart swoons as he whispers, something that sounds more for him than for you, which does nothing but worsen the situation below your dress.

Licking your lips, you watch as he leisurely sits on the edge of the bed, two fingers teasingly making a ‘come hither’ motion as he spreads his legs, making space for you between them, his tailored clothing hugging his lush thighs in a way that nearly makes you salivate.

“I won’t bite, gorgeous. Not unless you want me to,” he teases, his hands stroking your knees while he sits just a short step or two away from you.

The sentence not only makes you shiver in anticipation, but also makes a small part of you wonder if there could be anything you wouldn’t let these men do to you. Dare I say non-existent, the list seems to be pretty short, as you nibble on your lip and answer to how he pats his thigh, taking a seat.

“There we go.” He grins with a low hum, his hands traveling far past the fabric that covers your thighs, grabbing and kneading the skin under his grasp. “Wonder how long it has passed since you’ve been treated right.” He clicks his tongue. “We have to do something about it, don’t we, jagi?”

He’s talking to Jisung as if you weren’t there. As if they’re taking you, a pretty diamond gingerly falling into their white-gloved hands, and —make no mistake—, you’re letting them, and it’s the end of the story, because you’d be a fool not to.

Besides, it’s already too late to back down. You want this. You couldn’t care less of what happens to your boyfriend after he left and scurried back wherever, attempting to leave you with the burden of paying for everything again without having to deal with the consequences nor the guts to face you. He was going to have a fun time, arriving at your previously shared room and finding that your things had been already packed and you were no longer anywhere to be seen, leaving behind you not only the bill of the restaurant —both his and yours, and then the one you had with Minho and Jisung, of course, an autograph on the receipt and all— but of the entire week you had been abroad, for all the times he had been tricking you and pulling your leg.

Tonight, you weren’t just being stolen. You were being freed.

“What makes you tick? Mmh, gorgeous?” Minho gets you back from your mind, naughty hands traveling underneath your dress and playing with the back ends of your underwear.

He’s dying to kiss you, and he will —he will die trying and he’d be happy to do so—, and he can see it in your eyes that you want just as much, the dark of his reading yours with an ease that does nothing but aggravate the situation, knowing that if he were to kiss you as he had been thinking —ever since he and Jisung had seen you and your boyfriend— would cause you more things than neither you nor him could process, leaving both of your minds blank, wet, legs tangled with one another.

Minho cherishes the way you tremble in his grasp, feeling Jisung’s hands surprise you from behind, playing with the zipper of your white and red dress.

“Baby, you’re already grinding on my thigh.” It’s teasing, it’s a menace, and he fucking loves it, seeing how said sentence darkens both your and Han’s eyes. “What are you thinking, mmh? Want us to figure you out as we go?” He licks his timidly swollen lips, his hands traveling down your legs to take your heels off, discarding the red sole shoes by the end of the bed.

He kisses Jisung over your shoulder, and a moan leaves your lips when said motion —him moving forward, that is— makes him tense his thigh underneath you.

“Jagi, do me a favour.” He whispers on his boyfriend’s lips, next to your ear, as if he’s telling Han a secret you shouldn’t know —but you don’t care whether you should or shouldn’t. You’re already going to hell for cheating on that low-life you call a boyfriend. Could be the wine speaking, or how your pussy is already leaking, but if you’re going to hell, you’ll make it so that these fine gentlemen help you reach heaven first.

“Ladies first, okay? Let’s treat her how a princess deserves.”

Jisung’s eyes smile as he bites Minho’s lip, finally taking your dress off of you, lowering the zipper in a way that his hand strokes your skin as the dress goes further down, and doesn’t stop kissing him, even when his greedy hands take the dress off your shoulders, and travel forward, tickling you menacingly, from your belly to your chest, teasingly playing with the little bow that decorates your white bra before letting his fingers go further up your cleavage.

Minho’s hands move your hips against his thigh, starting to feel the wetness and warmth not only on the fabric between his leg and your sweet sweet core, but on his skin.

He chuckles, panting on your ear as Jisung’s lips hungrily travel to your back, kissing and scratching with his teeth. A man blinded crazy by lust, his hand finally reaching your neck.

The way the action makes you moan is almost obscene, your cheeks as red as Jisung’s forgotten blazer and trousers. His grasp, gingerly cold, as if the rest of his warmth was traveling to other parts of his body —parts you weren’t complaining to be feeling against your lower back—, was a little bit over your collarbone, and it drove you wild.

“Hyung—” It’s a whine so desperate that nearly has him crumbling apart. Jisung’s eyes are teary when Minho’s lock into the dark brown full of lust that they have turned to. Merely pecking his lips, Minho smiles.

“I’m going to eat you alive.” It’s a desperate groan, and his partner’s eyes only glow in a darker shimmer, as if he yearned for just that. “Go on, jagi. Have fun.”

Before you can expect it, Jisung lets out a moan, grabbing your waist and pulling you from Minho onto the bed. Your impending release gets ruined, and you whine, your hand unconsciously traveling to your face.

As the younger one hurriedly finishes taking your dress off of you, discarding it somewhere on the floor —a view that, later on, would make Minho grin cheekily— said gentleman moves and lays down next to you while his partner leaves hickeys all over your inner thighs.

Only pants, whines, and moans leave your lips, low and dimmed, overwhelmed by all that you’re feeling, hiding behind your hand. But they’re gentlemen, after all. Ever-so-observant, Minho’s smile is sweet when he takes your hand and interlinks your fingers.

“Beauty,” he calls, his voice sultry. “Are you familiar with the traffic light system?”

It takes a shy, confused shake from you for him to tut at his boyfriend, and Han stops his antics, licking his lips, his eyes glowing as he strokes your thighs, gingerly comforting you out of your daze.

“Like a traffic light, yeah? Green for when you want to keep going, yellow when you want to slow down, and red if you want to stop.” His hand softly moves, trailing soft motions on your cheek. “Don’t wait for us to ask. If we’re playing the figure-it-out game, I want to hear you moaning ‘green’ every single minute. Good?” You blush, nodding. “So. Colour?”

You give it a thought. You’ve brought up things like this before to your boyfriend. Things he shamed you for. Things you had been wanting to do for a while. And as you stare back at Minho, his eyes widen for a moment when he sees you smirking lightly.

To hell and heaven with it. It had been a close call before, back at the hotel’s restaurant. It’s stupid now, and you can’t believe you almost ran away back to your room and wasted such a divinely given chance like this one.

“Green.” You smile. “Figure me out better than I know myself.”

Jisung’s mind is completely foggy and hazy, his hands kneading your thighs, waiting, panting at your sudden forwardness. He can barely form a coherent thought, his mind consumed by the need to keep going until your taste is all that he knows.

You lift yourself, sitting on the bed, as the focus of the two men’s attention while your hand reaches for Jisung’s chin, and he’s dead. He’s gotta be, because as he moves to keep feeling your soft grasp on him, he swears he stops breathing.

“I’m going to kiss you.” It’s an announcement. Not quite a question but a warning, a narration of sorts. It keeps Minho waiting for a movement, something, whatever, anything to be able to follow what they had started, surprised by the newfound shimmer in your eyes.

And you can only confirm the whole chain of unbridled thoughts that haunt you —that you want to devour them with kisses, that you would let them eat you whole, unashamed, unrestrained, and overly needy— when, after closing your eyes, you erase any space that was between your lips and Jisung’s.

It’s not the butterflies in your stomach, but your own pulse rumbling in your ears, so loud that you think that either of the two men to whom you knew crystal clear that you were going to give yourself to tonight could hear it without making any sort of effort.

Nasty, desperate, wild. Jisung is gone, set on making any trace of red lush lipstick disappear from your lips. He starts kissing you more passionately, taking both of his hands to your nape, pulling on your hair in an attempt to get you even closer to him, the need for oxygen merely a necessity far less important than to keep kissing you and lick away your strawberry lipstick.

“This is crazy,” you pant, gasping for air.

“You make me crazy.”

He’s breathless, and he just can’t stop kissing you. Not when you’re giving yourself back to him with almost the same intensity, the raw need for more overperforming any sort of kissing skills that Jisung thought he had before. Matter of fact, he can’t think. Not when his hands travel from your waist, your skin like a canvas he’d die to keep marking, trailing a teasing path up your back, making you shiver until he finally undoes the barrier that keeps him from touching, and finally tasting —licking, spitting, marking, fondling, kissing, biting, better if it’s all at the same time— your breasts. He swiftly takes your bra off of you, as if it burns. It would’ve made you laugh, but as he cages you against the mattress the only thing you can do is moan.

Yes. Yes. Yes, More. Please. Don’t stop.

There’s a light bounce of the mattress when Minho takes a seat behind you, and Han whines when you leave his lips.

You’re a mess. There’s no other way to describe it, and Minho loves it. He loves how you’re in between Jisung and him. How you’re drooling and moaning, your head leaning against his shoulder as greedy little Hannie goes back to where he was heading before. He loves how you’re not holding back anymore, your right hand pulling on his boyfriend’s hair and your right one on his nape, gingerly playing with it as you squirm under the pleasure that Ji’s mouth brings you.

“Beauty,” Minho’s voice is impossibly low when he calls for you, pressing soft, tender kisses on your pulse point. You whine, a strained ‘yeah?’ that kills him. “How do we feel about this?”

You open your eyes, not really aware when you had closed them, and you look at Minho’s soft hands, his rings shimering under the room’s indirect light. It’s a lace, your fuzzy brain tells you. It has the words Dior written several times on it.

“G-green…” it’s a whine, it’s slurry, and it turns to a hitched breath when Han’s fingers slide inside you with ease, curling and thrusting until you can’t do anything else but moan and whine, trembling as you come, pleasure hitting you in waves.

You cling onto Minho like a rock, as much as you can, his body behind you stroking you in a way that makes you shiver while Ji helps you ride out your high.

“Look at him, princess.”

His tone is slightly mean, and you sigh, feeling his arms surround you.

“He came just from tasting you.”

You’re still a bit out, panting, but your eyes turn to him, whose head is leaning on your thigh. One of your hands moves to stroke his hair, and you grow hotter watching how he shudders for a second.

“He was grinding against the mattress. Like a little horny slut.”

It’s shameful. Minho’s tone is one for mocking. He’s… torturing him. And yet he looks like he might just come one more time from that alone.

“M-min…” Hannie whimpers, a slurred sound of pleasure.

“Oh, beauty. He even wants more.” Jisung’s eyes open, staring at you two from below, and he moans.

You blink, but slowly, you seem to get it. Or, if you asked Jisung, you were a godess sent straight-out from heaven.

“But can he… beg like a… a pretty slut?”

Minho nearly comes untouched at your tone. The way they’re already corrupting you, how you’re degrading Jisung already, watching how he’s unconciously grinding against the mattress again, overstimulating himself.

“Ngh, fuck… p-princess…” his hands travel to your thighs, clinging to them like a lifeline.

You’re unsure of what to do, because you know what to say, holding back for a second.

“Beauty,” Minho kisses your neck. “What’s that brain of you thinking, mmh?”

Your blush covers your whole face, and you smile, as if you’ve been caught on a white lie.

“I… want to, um. Want you to do to him what you did to me.”

Jisung freezes in his place. Minho’s eyes darken. “Keep talking, beauty. Spare no detail.”

Your shyness fades as you look at Ji’s face, reeling at how he moans softly, his body just a tiny bit spent, yet he’s paying close attention to you and your words, not wanting to stop even for a second. The intensity of his stare makes heat hit you, unexpected yet welcomed. 

And with hooded eyes and weak legs, you turn to face both Minho and Jisung, letting go of what you’re thinking without giving yourself the chance to second guess it. 

“I want you to finger him. While you fuck me. And then I want him to fuck me.” 

Perplexed. There are little to no words Minho can manage to say, if any. He knows that he’s a sentence away from losing himself completely to the sensation, your mind and body now completely under the control of the aphrodisiac that is their company and undivided attention, and the intense pleasure it induces. 

“Hyung.” Han’s eyes are teary, and he looks so pretty. 

Why would Minho resist?

He takes you by your wrists and pulls you towards him, kissing you in a way that makes your mind and body completely submissive and compliant. There it is. Minho is finally kissing you, claiming you with each stroke of his tongue. And now he holds no restraint, his hands exploring your body, his touch becoming more urgent and passionate with each moan that goes past your swollen, kissable lips. 

His body presses even harder against yours, pinning you against the mattress as he kisses you deeply, his lips and tongue tracing a path down your neck, his breath hot against your skin. Minho bites down gently on the sensitive skin of your collarbone, his hands gripping your hips, holding you in place as he continues his assault on your senses, his desire for you growing more and more intense.

He moans softly into the kiss, his hands wandering along your body, his touch hungry, as if he couldn't get enough of you —and he can’t, he’s well aware that you might be his last meal, and he’d be happy about it— grabbing and marking and touching all he can reach. He breaks the kiss briefly, his lips trailing down your jaw and neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against your sensitive skin as he pants heavily, his voice low and hoarse with desire.

"You're driving me crazy, beauty," he murmurs, his voice gravelly with lust. "Can't get enough."

“Minho, please,” you whine and beg, shivering when he stands on his knees, looking at you from above, a dark, nasty shimmer in his eyes. 

He pushes Jisung next to you, face down ass up, which only makes the latter moan, desperate to be touched again. 

“You know what, beauty?” Minho grins, mad, crazy, horny, and all of the above, as he takes back the Dior lace and softly moves your hands over your head, making a pretty bow on your wrists, almost as pretty as his needy princess. He’s thankful Jisung wanted to buy that perfume. 

“I’m going to fuck you. Because you want to, don’t you, beauty?” His snicker brings heat to your whole body, and it hits you where you’re restrained, Minho’s hands pinching and teasing all over your torso, watching you crumble and whimper underneath him. “And I’m going to make him come too. You two want to be used like little toys, and it’s just what I’m about to do.” 

He bends down to reach for the lube in the bedside table, but uses that opportunity to meanily bite your cheek. It feels warm under his tongue, the skin red, not only from the teasing bite but from how deep you’re blushing. 

Minho keeps talking while he slowly removes your ruined panties and Jisung’s soiled underwear. 

“I’ll fuck you so good, beauty. So good you won’t ever feel the same, if you fuck that scum you call a boyfriend. I’ll make you come so hard you won’t even remember his name.” 

You don’t know what happens first, but surely, Jisung and you start whining and moaning, panting as Minho fails to keep a steady pace on both of you, his thrusts irregular as pleasure takes hold of him. 

He’s reeling in pleasure, whispering into your ear in between moans and grunts how good you feel, how tight your pretty little pussy clenches around him, how you’re going to milk him dry as he keeps pouncing on you. “If y-you, ever, ever, ever doubt who you belong to…” he moans, watching you cry in pleasure, listening to Hannie’s slurred babbling, failing to get a good grip on the bed sheets. “Remember… that you can always come back… princess…”

After all, his duty as a thief wasn’t only stealing. He wasn’t going to complain when he’d kill for you to sit on his face. Just for starters. 

It doesn’t take long for Jisung to come on his own palm, shivering in pleasure, panting, but smiling at you, and —with his other hand— grabbing yours while you moan and whine and whimper, so close once again. 

T-too much— Don’t stop. Yes, yes, please!

Moaning so beautifully, Minho crumbles. His words are slurred as he whines, something about filling you up that makes you see stars as he somehow thrusts even deeper.

“There, there, ah… f-fuck, I can’t…” 

Dazed, fucked-out, drunk and lost in pleasure, you’re only able to let out louder sounds, tugging at your restraint as the Dior bow keeps you grounded, and Jisung’s now clean hand —you missed when that happened, yet you’re not bothered enough to question it— presses figure eights on your clit. And not even a minute later, you’re both gasping and moaning, and you throw your head back as he comes inside of you. 

It takes a moment for the three of you to move. For a minute, the world stops spinning, and you relish the warmth of his bodies, next and over you, your head still fuzzy with pleasure. 

You and Minho whine when he pulls out, and you shiver at the loss of heat over you and the emptiness inside you. Jisung is quick to fix the first one, softly moving your head over to his shoulder, and he leans his chin over yours. 

“Hey, princess.” He still has a red hue on his cheeks, but you’re pretty sure you’re matching, if not worse. 

You hum, weak, and he can’t help but giggle. His soft hands cradle your face, and he sighs, stroking your nose with his tenderly. 

“I’m really happy you joined us tonight.” 

And with the strength you have left, you merely move to kiss his palm, your eyes closed. They remain closed when Minho comes back, even when he softly moves your arms and links them behind his nape. 

Han heads into the bathroom first, making sure the water of the bathtub is warm enough before sliding inside, helping Minho put you down, leaning your head against Ji’s shoulder and in between his legs. 

You’re half asleep, but you smile when Minho’s hands stroke your legs. Your legs feel sore and you’re a blink away from the best sleep of your life, but first, the best night of your life makes sure to take care of you after all the fun. 

Two pairs of hands clean up the mess they turned you to, and you’re so happy to be taken care of as sweetly and as gently as they are doing, that you weakly peck Minho and Jisung’s lips. 

No words are needed, and Jisung hugs you from behind, pressing soft kisses on your shoulder blades. Minho links his hand with yours, fondly staring at the two of you before him. 

Thieves like Han and Minho are masters in their craft. With professional care, they dry your body, tender touches fully lulling you to sleep when Jisung grabs one of the discarded white-collared shirts and gingerly closes its buttons. Bathed, spent, and tired, they settle you in between them, with your back to Minho, and Jisung kisses his boyfriend’s hand, covering all of you with the bed’s blanket. 

Sure, maybe you didn’t do all that you wanted that night. But you don’t mind it. Warm, clean, and thoroughly satisfied, you’re fine with the need that hits you even after you wake up. You want to be theirs so much, and despite the estrangement, it’s a fact that doesn’t change —not even after it dawns on you that neither you nor them introduced themselves, and you don’t know their names.

[🎀 ☆ 🍽️ ☆ 🎀]

kats, who needs a high —infinite, even— dose of grass, stat.

catiuskaa, august 2024 ©

[gh0stsp1d3r]

👀 Maybe a fluffy “meet-cute” Kraven x fem reader..

Like she’s a veterinarian who helps animals that were rescued from Poachers.. she’s also a mutant with Deadpool level healing and animal like reflexes.. (and is actively Jealous of kraven for his bound and understanding of animals.. she would seriously pout like a child if he flaunted it infront of her)

she’s very kind and soft spoken when you first meet her.. However won’t hesitate to calmly explain how she’ll disembowel a man if she’s pissed off.. not threaten.. explain, she’s doing it.

Kraven is… intrigued you could say.. 😏

The forest

Love it!!!!

You walked along the quiet trail. The birds singing and flowers moving with the wind.

You smiled at the peace and the quiet. Then you stumbled upon something as you continued to walk.

A bird laying down, chirping in pain, as it’s wing hung low. You stopped and crouched down.

You frowned at it and looked at its wings.

“Poor thing…” you mumbled, and slowly picked it up.

You looked around for something to wrap it in, you then thought about your scarf. You took it off and wrapped it around the bird.

“Might have to keep you for a while, little guy.” You mumbled, and pet his head.

Sergei was also on a walk, clearing his head. He stopped when he saw someone crouched down, holding a bird wrapped in a scarf. You.

He came up to you, you seemed a bit lost.

“Hi.” He said, waving as you turned around to him.

You smiled at him “Hi! Uh- would you happen to know the quickest way out..? Saw this little guy and I couldn’t just leave him. Just a little confused on directions..”

“Broken wing, huh?” He said. You looked in confusion and slowly nodded.

“Uh.. yeah. Yup. Cute little guy.” You laughed quietly.

He stared at you for a moment. He stared at your eyes, and your lips. You were beautiful, and he almost forgot about what you asked.

“So uh.. directions?”

“Yeah. It’s uh.. this way- I can show you.” He said, embarrassed as he pointed and then just deciding to start walking towards it.

You looked at the man closer, he was tall. And he was very… attractive.

He looked back at you, chuckling to himself when you looked the other way quickly. Your face heated up, and you were nervous.

“So, what brings you out here?”

“Just wanted to clear my head. Works a lot and stuff, Y’Know. I’m a veterinarian, and it’s hard seeing animals I couldn’t save..”

He stared at you, a lot more interested now.

“It’s not your fault.” He shrugged. “Do you work at the one downtown? The one with the poached animals?”

“Yeah, actually.” You looked back at him, smiling slightly.

“That’s really nice. That’s amazing.” He nodded, smiling back.

“Thanks. And what brings you here…” you said, not knowing his name.

“Sergei.”

“That’s a nice name.”

“Thanks.” He chuckled. “Pretty much the same reason as you.” He shrugged.

“Where do you work?”

“Oh- I uh.. I’m actually a hunter.” Was all he could say. It was weird to say that to a vet who just told you they worked on hunted animals.

“That’s cool.” You said.

“Yeah…” he said, finally reaching the parking lot.

“Thanks, Sergei.”

“Of course…” he squinted his eyes to your name tag on your shirt.

“Of course, y/n.” Oh he would definitely remember that.

——————————————————————-

“Ms. Y/n?” One of the interns called.

“Yeah?”

“A man asked for you, he’s in the lobby.”

You furrowed his eyebrows. “He say his name?”

“He said it was Se- Ser.. Sergei?” She struggled to pronounce it.

The guy from the park! You remembered.

“Thank you. I’ll be out in a sec.” You hung up the phone, and continued to finish the check up.

You gave the dog a treat as the family left, you waved to the baby who waved to you.

You looked at Sergei who looked at you, smiling.

“C’mon, I’m on my break.” You said, grabbing his hand as you walked outside.

—————————————————————-

And that’s how it started. It had now been 2 years since you and Sergei started dating, and you now knew he was a mutant, and he knew you were as well.

He knew about your healing abilities, and fast reflexes. And it was so weird to him how you had once gotten bit by a whole tiger (that he brought in) and healed in a few seconds, only saying ow.

You learned about his powers, his strength and his speed, his superhuman like abilities making him almost like a lion.

But he tries not to get you caught up in his work too much, one time a man tried to kidnap you and shoot you. Sergei was home, but you said you wanted to take care of the man.

You healed quickly. The man stood in shock and shot you repeatedly now. “Okay, dude if it doesn’t work the first time why would it work the other times?”

He tried to do it again when he gun clicked, he had run out of ammo. You backed him up against the wall, punching him in the face as he looked at you. How does your arm move that fast? He wondered to himself.

Kraven stood behind you, arms crossed as he watched in amusement.

“I will fucking slit open your abdomen, remove your entrails, and every single other organ in your damn worthless body, then I will throw them in a fire. Don’t come near me or my boyfriend ever again.” You shouted, pointing to the door. The man, terrified, ran out, stumbling on his feet as he did so.

“You’re not seriously gonna let him go?”

“Nah, just wait.”

The man’s screams were heard as he was now taken care of.

Sergei smirked, and pulled you in for a fiery kiss.

“God I fucking love you.”

[prettypinkporkchop]

Can you please do a embry x reader where she has a one night stand with Paul BEFORE embry imprinted on her and she ends up pregnant with Paul’s baby and it’s like a whole situation??

I love a little drama so make it messy if you can😏🫣🤣

You get up out of the empty bed, naked and ashamed of what had happened. Your body aches from how rough Paul went with you. Maybe no more bar visits..

You pick your your clothes from last night, putting them on except your heels. Your head aches with the worst pain.

You make it out of the room and see that Paul is nowhere in sight. Nice. You open the front door and begin to walk. Ugh, time to call your friend.

You pull out your phone and start to call her, still walking until you make it to the road. You hear a truck behind you, so you rush to call her.

"Hey!" You hear a voice call out.

Your girl friend answers, "hello?"

You turn to see a young man driving an old truck. He has a worried face.

"Hang on." You say in the phone. You go up to the passenger side window that's rolled down. You get a good look of the guy.

His eyes meet yours and you gasp.

A feeling that's new. A feeling that has you in love. His face, he's so perfect. You notice he's stuck and staring at you too.

"Hello? Y/n!" You hear your friend through the phone. It jolts you out of your trance. You lift your phone to your ear.

"Sorry, I'm okay! Just letting you know I'm heading home." You say.

"Okay, love. If you need me, tell me." She says.

You guys hang up the phone, and you look at the guy.

"My name is Embry. Do you need a ride home?" He asks.

"Yeah.. yeah, I do." You open the door and get in. You automatically notice the nice smell in the car.

"You're new in town, aren't you?" He asks.

"Yeah, I am. Just leave the reservation. Go to Forks and I'll guide you to my house." You say.

He nods his head and begins to drive. You drop your heels on the floor of his truck. You pull down the mirror and look over your face. Your makeup from last night is nearly gone. Just your eyebrows and mascara are left the same.

"What's your name?" Embry asks.

"Oh, sorry. I'm y/n y/l/n." You close the mirror and look at him.

"Why are you on the road at eight in the morning?" He chuckles.

You sigh and blush deeply. "I'm just.. stupid." You laugh at yourself.

"No, you're not. What happened?"

"I drank at a bar last night. I had a one night stand with some guy named Paul." You sigh.

Embry grips the steering wheel and licks his lips. But you don't notice his angry face since your eyes are closed.

"I feel even more stupid now that I'm in a truck with a guy I don't know and could be a murderer."

Embry laughs. "Nope. Just a guy with a big family and a mechanic. My mom works at that souvenir shop on your left." He points.

You quickly look over his window and see a cute little store. You smile at how innocent he is. "That's cute." You close your eyes again. Suddenly, you think of your wallet. You sit up and dig through your pocket. You pull it out and look inside. Everything is normal and still in there. You sigh of relief.

"Don't worry. Paul isn't a bad guy." Embry glances at you.

"You know him?" You ask in shock.

"Yup. He's a part of my family." He grumbles. "We're all good people."

You blush in embarrassment. "Great."

You guide him to your house and step out. You grab onto your heels and feel the grass below your feet, cringing at your actions from last night. You look up at Embry, who's watching you carefully. "Thanks for the ride. I appreciate you." You smile.

"It's nice meeting you. If you ever need anything, let me know." He takes out his phone and hands it to you.

You turn it on and notice how dry it is. No females. He's got nerdy games. But you don't go through every detail. That's weird... he's not yours... but you want him. You add your number and hand it to him.

"Thank you, Embry." You smile and shut the door. You walk inside your house and drop to the floor. "I need to stop drinking." You say to yourself.

----

The next few days are you working and Embry texting you all the time. He's a flirt and super adorable. He makes your heart flutter. You're running deep in him.

Embry: you off work today?

You: yes. I'm bored. Help.

Embry: want to join a bonfire tonight?

You: bet! Send me the address.

Embry: a lady deserves a proper date. I'll pick you up at seven tonight.

You adjust your flannel. Embry notices and chuckles at you. He takes your hand in his, which shocks you, but you lock your fingers in his. "Do I look okay?" You look up at him and then back to the group of people around a fire.

"You look perfect." He smiles down at you.

You blush and then grab onto his arm with your free hand, leaning into him. You two begin to walk, and the closer you get, you see Paul. He looks up at you. He looks at Embry and nods.

You look up at Embry. "This is awkward. I'm sorry." You whisper.

"Nope. Not awkward. No hard feelings." He smiles and then rubs his thumb on your hand.

You met everyone at the fire and had a great time. You learned about their legends, and it felt as if you belonged. You belong to Embry. You can't tell him that just yet.

Now he's driving you back home.

"Thanks for inviting me. I had a really good time." You smile at him.

He smiles and then reaches his hand out for you to hold. "Thanks for coming. Would you consider another date with me?"

You grab his hand tightly and smile as the butterflies hit you. "Yes, please.''

You make it to your house, and he gets out of the truck with you. He walks over and then touches your waist, looking down at you. You bite your lip and wrap your arms around his neck. He wraps you up, holding you tightly. He's so warm!

----

Two weeks later, you are sitting in your bath with warm water. You still have your clothes on. You feel like you're going to throw up. You keep looking over at the toilet where the three pregnancy tests lay. All positive. You've only had sex with Paul. He's the only guy you've had sex with in two years.

"Y/n?!" Kim, your new best friend bangs on the bathroom door.

"Come in." You say softly.

She opens the door and gasps at you. "My god, girl." She sits by the tub and pulls you into her. "It's going to be okay. I promise you. Being an imprint is going to make this easier." She whispers in your ear.

You pull away and look at her confused. "Imprint?" You ask.

She slowly smiles nervously and shakes her head, realizing Embry never told you. "It's just a new term. It's nothing, sweetie. Still, I promise it's okay."

"I have to tell Embry." You cry. "Paul, too. Oh, god." You whimper. "What if Embry leaves me? He makes me feel alive." You cry.

"Shh. Shh. No, he won't. We all know Embry. He's serious about you." She says.

----

You stand outside of Emily's house, waiting for the guys to show up. You see them approach the house. Jacob, Jared, Sam, Paul, and Embry.

They get close to you, and Embry smiles. "Babe, why are you here?" He looks around nervously.

"I.. have to speak to you." You say.

The guys all nod and walk away. But you grab Paul's arm. "You stay."

Both of the guys look at you confused. "I'm just gonna lay it all out. I'm pregnant." Your lip starts to shake. You feel tears and bile coming up.

Embry starts to shake. Paul looks at him, realizing that it's his. "Embry.. no. Calm down." Paul says.

You see Embry's body contorting a bit.

"Y/n! Back up!'' Paul warns.

"Y/n." Sam pulls you back. "Embry! Stop!"

Next thing you know, Embry is a wolf. You gasp and nearly faint. He growls at Paul and pounces him. Paul then changes and they fight. They fight all the way into the woods.

"What the fuck..." You breathe out.

Sam gets you settled into the chair in the dining room. Emily sits next to you, and Sam is just telling you everything. You're lost. You're confused.

An hour passes, and Paul and Embry walk inside. Embry softly takes your hand and pulls you into him. You wrap your arms around his waist and lay on his chest.

"I'm sorry." He whispers. "I meant to tell you." He says.

"Do you want to leave me, now?" You ask.

"Never." He kisses the top of your head.

"Maybe you guys should go somewhere and figure this out." Emily says.

You guys go outside into the woods far enough away from Emily's.

You look at the two guys that stand in front of you. "What do we do?" You ask.

"Y/n, I'm with you. You won't be alone. I'll handle this however you want me to." Embry says.

"Oh, shut up, Call. She's gonna get rid of it." Paul spits and looks you up and down.

You softly touch your stomach. "I-I can't." You say softly.

Embry grabs Paul's shoulder, throwing him to the ground. "Fuck you! Fuck you! You don't get to tell her what to do!" Embry yells.

Paul throws his hand across Embry's face, and they switch places. "Well then, he's all yours." Paul hisses and then stands up, running away.

You start crying and cover your face. Embry is quick to grab a hold of you.

"It's okay, baby. I'm not going anywhere, ever." He grabs your face.

You look up at him. What is it like to kiss Embry? "Embry? Can you kiss me?" You ask.

He smiles and then presses his lips on yours. Your problems leave. You know Embry is yours and will take care of this baby.

Your lips keep moving with his, and he pulls away with your bottom lip gently in between his teeth.

The next day, you get a knock on your door while you're getting ready for work. You sigh and open the door. It's Paul.

"What?" You ask.

"I want to apologize to you. I'm sorry." He says.

"Ah, sweet." You say sarcastically.

"No, I'm serious. I'll just leave it to you and Embry, but I'll help in every way I can. I will love them." He says.

"Thanks. Go tell Embry that, now. I have to go to work."

----

Embry waits for you at your car for your shift to end. You walk out and see him leaning against it. You smile at him, and he smiles back. He takes your face in his hands and gently kisses you.

"Paul talked to me." He says.

"What do you think?" You ask.

"I'm adopting. And also, I love you." He says.

You stare up at his eyes. "Damn it, Embry. I love you, too." You kiss him roughly.

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (48)

*When Felix was outed as a Ravinstill* Read [this] first.

Felix: Hi, Dill.

Dill: Hey, Philip.

Felix: How are you holding up?

Dill: Fine. Those ✨Miracle Pills��� you gave me earlier worked wonders!

Hy: True. They even cured my f*ckin’ Asthma.

Dill: Stop swearing in front of me, Hy.🙄

Felix: So you two are not coughing blood anymore?

Hy: Yup! My lungs are good as new!

Dill: I can even sing better than Baird-

Lucy Gray: Are you challenging me to a sing-off, child?!

Jessup: Lucy Gray, stop being mean-

Lucy Gray: Fight me, Dill! Fight me! C’mon now! Let’s have a sing-off battle!

Jessup: Lucy Gray, no-

Lucy Gray: Lucy Gray, yes!

Felix: By the way, I brought you guys some homemade pizzas and lemonade from my place to enjoy-

Mizzen: Thanks. But can we order takeouts again?

Dill: I want takeouts too. That green bean casserole was so good-

Brandy: I need another whole ass chicken, boy! A whole ass chicken!

Lamina: Can we order that famous pink peppermint ice cream from that boring Capitol commercial?

Felix: But I have pizza-

Lamina: Pretty please?🥺🙏

Felix: Um-

Lamina: I never tasted ice cream before!😭

Velvereen: I’m starting to think that those are just fake tears.😒

Lamina: My tears are real!😭

Velvereen: Then why aren’t you dying from dehydration?

Lamina: Velvet is bullying me again!😭

Velvereen: 🎶Fake tears~, fake tears~. Lamina has fake ass tears~.🎶

Lamina: I’ll f*ckin’ axe you and your ugly braids, 1!😭

Treech: 🎶Oh, Velvereen, you better watch out~. You better watch out~.🎶

Felix: Why am I even here again?

Coral: Oi, Philip, where’s my red headed idiot? He still owes me a whole ass cheesecake!

Felix: Red headed idio- Oh, you mean Festus?

Coral: Duh~. Who else?

Felix: He’s in juvenile jail right now. But don’t worry about it. We’re bailing him out later.

Coral: What did that idiot do now?

Felix: Creed was caught trespassing and dumpster diving on private property.

Coral: Whose property?

Felix: The President’s.😩

Coral: Nice one, Festus! F*ck those sh*tty Ravinstills!

Marcus: Yeah! F*ck the Ravinstills!

Mizzen: And their ugly Bichon puppies!

Felix: I feel so attacked right now.🥲

Treech: How about that pretty blondie and his rich annoying boyfriend?

Lucy Gray: FYI, Sejanus is Coryo’s ✨fiancé✨, Treech.

Tanner: More like his sugar daddy.

Wovey: What’s a sugar daddy?

Tanner: That’s when-

Marcus: Shut it, Tanner! Think of the children!

Felix: Well, Coryo and Sejanus are actually busy-

Treech: Making out in a gold encrusted broom closet?

Felix: Huh?

Sheaf: Planning for their upcoming royal wedding?

Felix: Um-

Sol: Booking their first honeymoon!

Felix: That’s-

Lucy Gray: Can you call them right now? I really need those lovebirds to buy me some makeup and hair curlers for our upcoming late night interview with the funny man.

Reaper: Yo, shorty, where’s my Mentor? She gave me the wrong flavored energy drink again-

Felix: First of all, I am only here to help Dill! So if you guys have problems that you want to cry about, then complain about them to your Mentors!

Facet: Oh, you look kinda cute when you’re angry, Philip~.😏

Coral: Lol. Look at Philip fuming like a baby.😂

Mizzen: Are you gonna cry, Philip?

Felix: You guys are so mean! I’m going home-

Androcles: Yo, Felix! My man, what are you doing here?

Felix: Andie?!

Coryo: Hi, Felix. How’s it going?

Felix: Coryo, please don’t use that name-

Dill: Who’s Felix, Philip?

Sejanus: Felix, my Coryo just kissed me earlier! I’m so happy!😍

Dill: Who’s Felix?!

Dennis: Yo, Ravinstill, can I borrow 50 bucks from the President again?

Felix: I- Um- I’m not-

Clemensia: Hey, Ravinstill, Monty wants to talk to you about her “kitchen rights” again.

Felix: I’m so dead-

Dill: Ravinstill?! You’re a nasty Ravinstill?!

Reaper: F*ckin’ Felix Ravinstill!!

Felix: Yup. I’m dead.

Dill: You lying traitor!

Mizzen: You monster!

Velvereen: Capitol scum!

Reaper: F*ck off and die!

Coral: Fight me, you coward!

Androcles: Yo, why are you bullying Felix?! My bromantic brother did nothing wrong!

Dennis: Yeah! Quit swearing at our poor Class President!

Reaper: He’s an evil Ravinstill!

Sejanus: He’s our baby!

Brandy: He gave me no chicken!

Clemensia: F*ck your chicken!

Dill: He lied to me!

Androcles: He’s just sensitive! Look at him!

Felix: *is not responding*

Coryo: Call the medics, Babe. Felix just fainted.

[genderlesssinner]

Oh my god why he on the table

Why would they put a jug of water on the table they're too chaotic for this 🤣

Not Sam screaming like an actual kid AND THE BINKI

Wait I just realised they're in their BH seats but it's ok cause their stuff is in VM spots okay okay

Oh boy oh boy here we go, back with the OG crew

(well. Most of them.)

Ep 113

It feels so wild for c3 to be in triple digits??

Aaa les goooo

I still can't believe Keg is hanging with Scanlan's old crew

Oh no okay cerkonos calm down

Grog makes shoes???? How have I missed that or are they fucking with Scanlan

Back to Vasselheim it is

Oh okay no he's actually doin it okay

Oohhhh Kikiiii 🥺 guyyys

Trinket!!! The old maaann he's missing teef 😭

"I'm going to end up in there, don't think I don't know that." oh boy

Okay okay Pike an Scanlan oooh Pikey has a buddy

Oh god I forgot they had kids

Meat man import and sexports I hate it

I love Grog so much

Oh god Pike, mood. Everything hurts no matter what

Oh god Robbie XD

TRAVIS CAN YOU DON'T

Dynasty reps being in Vasselheim is crazy still. The queen herself.

Percy does not want the rifle corps out in the world Vex love

I can't

Ooooh is that J'mon? I think it may be

Interesting seeing factions we don't really know much about

This is gonna be such a massive and chaotic battle

J'mon is one of my all time favorite NPCs yall, I love them so much

Ooohhhh the ladies from the Matron. Liev'tel!!!

HE DID. YESS I LOVE IT

Character art for her!! She's so pretty.

Ooo Cerkonos is shook by the lady

"We will get him back." oh I love her so much

What if Vax is just in a pokeball but like instead of just vibing it's painful or something (he's clearly not just chilling) but like maybe he can bamf out like Trinket with the necklace

Devosa that's the dragon name,, I can never remember that one

Oh shit the judicators too

Heirophant doing some cool shit just standing there, damn ok

She's doing some Inspiring Leader shit and buffing everyone isn't she

Ooh shit okay okay just casually summon celestials like that goddamn

Like anyone is gonna feel good following that up. Woof. You got this Keeks.

No pressure at all, Keyleth. Nope.

Hell yeah Vex.

Oh Keyleth. Never change girl.

Historical speech right there. Fuck shit up!

Yeah yeah yeah 20 temp hp hell yeah

Interesting so now we have 2 clerics and 2 druids I love it

Ah yes so we're going over the walls on the ships okay okay

Ohhhh the old maaann twinketttt Buddddyyyyyyyy you don't gotta protect mama anymore

Oh my god he dragged out the old cup ugh I'm glad he's not really drinking out of it

Hero's Feast fuck yeah

Oh god Cerkonos please take advice from him with a gain of salt

Grog fucken TANKIN with almost 300 hp hell yeah man

Essek! I mean Seth 😏

I love that half of them were like WHO is this. Yall. 😂

Is that. Is it Verin IT FUCKING IS HELL YEAH BABY

Hot boi #2 damn right Laura

I hope we get to see him fight oooh man. He also better fucking survive this though goddamn it

Yep there's the awkward baby brother, love him

IS HE FLIRTING WITH MY GIRL

You fucker

Goddamn it Matthew

Ah okay so we're caught up now interesting okay quicker than I expected

It's go time boys and girls

Here we go oh shit okay good job grogory hoof booties

He made hoof crocs oh my god

Yess this is why I love these two! Such a good friendship

Oh hell yeah Lieve, buff my girls up

XD oh my god Cerkonos maybe just.. Don't speak.

YEEE VM ON XANDIS' SHIP FUCK YEAH

I love them so much, crazy fucking tiefling

A short and bumpy ride

Like you (Percy to Scanlan)

I love that Liev'tel x Cerkonos is still Liam x Robbie

Is that Artagan parting the dust storm?

It has begin my friends

What in the fuck are these freaky flying fucks?

Yup it's on the ground Groggy that's you, get it

Oh fuck uh okay it took the horse

Damn Percy, 22 with disadvantage. Love it

Oh fuck yes I love me a grave cleric yaaasss

Grogory with the first HDYWTDT Nice Nice

Goddamn Travis

Heheh the Platinum Gaurdian got a snack

Oh fuck dispel missiles holy shit

Elementals to the rescue?

Bitches yall best help Verin and his crew come on

Thank the Everlight indeed boys

Get that horsey bardic inspo

Oof I do not envy those ground forces at all. Vidulches are awful

Come on Xandis you got this

Oh well okay that's not what I was expecting but okay

Alright now get your asses to the Key

Liev'tel doing the the step off into freefall is so good

That damned cannon

Cerkonos fucken going human torpedo over here aight

Okay okay that was fucking badass

Break time!

How we feeling?

I missed these fucking idiots so much

[newhope8]

🐱🐾Comfort from Kitty💕🫂♾️

Here's a random idea I had. This post is inspired by the following two comments. ⬇️ And incidentally enough, this post is dedicated to @vanillacupcakefrosting & @moonlightndaydreams.

Please, if you truly are under the age of 18, don't read this story I've written. When fanfic creators (authors or artists) say, "Minors, Do Not Interact" (MDNI)", there's usually some damn good reasons why. If you decide to read, I ask that you please make note of the below-mentioned content warnings (C/W). ⬇️

C/W • 🔞❌⚠️ gentle ass play // fingering (anal) :: f-receiving; breast & nipple play; period Shark Week foreplay in general; hand job :: m-receiving; light breeding marking, tho no p-v happens, since fem::y/n is on her period; Minho is briefly mentioned as the y/n's BF (boyfriend), tho he can be referred to however you want >>fiancee, husband, sibling's best friend, your S.O. {significant other}, etc...<<; some cum play; spit play (f-receiving); use of pet names :: reader calls herself "Mommy" & her boyfriend "Kitten"; gentle degradation ... if you squint, i guess; mild praise kink (m-receiving); nursing & tit suckling kink (male pov); graphic mentions of male & female anatomy and bodily fluids; graphic language ... 🔞❌⚠️

Pairing • Minho & female y/n reader 👩🏻‍🤝‍👨🏼💗💙

Relationship Status • Comfortable, experienced, safe, loving, judgement-free 🫂❤️‍🩹

Synopsis • Your boyfriend (Minho) comforts you during your period.

If I've missed anything in the warnings, please let me know. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

My a/n (author note) thoughts throughout & at the end of this fic will appear in small purple font; you'll see. 🥰💜👍🏻 Just random ramblings that I wanted to write down/ make note of in that particular moment ...

This little story is just for fun & perhaps some relief from life's worries. Please take it as such. It's not serious, nor designed to replicate the mannerisms of any one Kpop celebrity irl.

Despite you being on your period (or, as some refer to it, "Shark Week" 🦈), you're still horny and desperate for Minho to ease your aches and pains in some very adult ways. 😏🔥💦

He would totally respect your wishes and leave your pussy untouched, no matter what type of feminine hygiene product you're using (whether it's an internal product or external one). Ladies, we all know what these are. 👍🏻 Minho may ask you to strip to your underwear, panties stay on (you're on your monthly cycle, remember 🩸🩸🩸🩸), yet he leaves you to decide if the bra stays or goes. Your pussy is throbbing, not entirely from being horny, yet from weird period cramps (am I the only one who's felt/ experienced this...??!!), so you're silently thankful your nether region is remaining covered. This weird throbbing has your tits starting to poke against your bra & if you weren't expelling a crimson river from between your folds, you would've sworn a few drops of Minho's favorite dessert had left your pussy hole. Yup, that's right. Your boyfriend's favorite thing to lick up is the cream your body generates. 🫦👅💦💦💦 Doesn't matter if it's pre-orgasm (pre-cum), during cumming or post-orgasm ("the little death" moment), he likes it all. And tells you he does, every chance he can get.

He sees you start to lay back on the bed next to him, yet his brows furrow when he sees you sit back up. Can't stand this fucking tit-choking bra any longer, you gripe to yourself. Reaching behind you, your fingers struggle to undo the clasp. After a moment, Minho hears you exclaim a satisfactory Ah-HA! as you successfully unclip the offending undergarment and fling it to the far corner of your bedroom. Minho fills his dick start to swell at your words. Desperate for some relief of his own, he turns over onto his stomach to press his groin into the mattress. This is a mistake for him, since he feels himself soak right through his undies, no doubt leaving a delicious little stain of his very own on your bed linens.

Turning his head to one side, time goes in slow motion for him. He watches as you lay back once again, twisting your hips to get settled a bit more comfortably, your tits finally free of your bra and poking out in the air. Without his permission, his mouth emits a small arousing gurgling noise, which does not escape your notice. Somebody's going to get to feel really good in just a minute, you think to yourself. 😏💦

Minho feels himself soil his undies completely as he watches the skin around your tits pebble up from the cold air in your bedroom. He cannot wait any longer for you and swiftly gets up from the bed to strip himself off completely. You prop yourself up on your elbows and watch with wide eyes as his dick flops free from his underwear and begins to steadily ooze your own favorite dessert from its tip. 💦💦💦💦🍆 Squeezing your legs together, not entirely to ease the period aches down there, your breath stops as he hops back on the bed and lays down on his side facing you.

He asks you next if he can suckle on your tits. He already knows this is one of your favorite foreplay activities (whether you're on your period or not) and the thought of tasting your full tits, made even fuller with increased hormone levels from your monthly cycle, has him pressing his soaked dick into your hip and leaking all over your leg. (Idk about anyone else, yet when I'm on my period, my boobs do feel like they swell slightly. For reference, I am a 36B bra size irl.) Whimpering out a strained yes in reply, you raise your arms above your head and move your shoulders from side to side to get fully comfy and as sunk into the mattress as you can.

Minho lets himself rub his dick in an up-down motion against your hip a few times before leaning over and taking your right tit in his mouth. Your tits are always sensitive when you're aroused (periodness or no) and the feeling of having your twin peaches 🍑🍑 in full-access-mode for him has you emitting small moans that go in time with the lazy suckling motions of his tongue.

Feeling your favorite dessert start to dribble down your right thigh and leg (Minho's cream), you are suddenly just as desperate to feel him as he is to be suckling on you. Moving your right arm down from above your head, you reach down to his dick with your right hand and lightly start to tickle the base of his shaft. Minho's lips break from your right tit and he nuzzles his nose in between your boobs while he freely emits unabashed moans, groans and whimpers at the feel of your hand being able to freely slide up and down, oh so slowly, along his shaft. There is only one person in the entire world his dick belongs to (other than himself, lol); that one person is you.

He continues to nuzzle his nose in between your boobs as you gently begin to massage him. His right hand comes up to ghost over your stomach and he blindly reaches for your left tit. You're just about to move your left hand to help him find what he's looking for, yet that isn't necessary. Thank goodness, you muse to yourself, for my left nipple had been screaming in agony for some attention since Minho stripped off his undies.

You feel your hand get even more saturated than it already is from Minho's precum. Gently wriggling your hand out from between your bodies, despite his adorable whimpers of protesting disappointment, you bring your hand up to your face and begin licking your entire hand clean. Yup, that's right ... you're having your dessert before your main meal. 😈👅🥵💦 Whoever said you couldn't indulge in dessert first if you wanted to was being ridiculous for no reason.

Minho notices you cleaning your hand off and you feel him start to rut a bit harder into your right hip as his lips regain purchase on your right nipple. Minho, baby ... please ... PLEASE, you moan. For the love of all that's holy and sacred in this world, look to my other tit with your lips. Do you really want any future children I may give you to only have 1 nipple to suckle from? Or are you going to be selfish and just keep both of Mommy's titties for yourself?

You hear your him mumble and groan around your right tit, still so engrossed in nursing from you. Laughing softly to yourself at his behavior, you reach your left hand over and gently tug on his hair, forcing his head up and away from your chest. Baby, why did you do that, he whimper-cries, giving you the sweetest set of doe eyes you've ever seen.

Because Mommy's left nip is sad, you answer. It needs love too.

Here, let me see it, Minho huffs out. He props himself up on his elbows just enough so he can move his head over to your left breast.

Hold my other tit, please, you whisper-whimper to him. It just needs you to hold it while you nurse from the other one.

You slowly bring Minho's left hand up to cup your right breast. He follows your directions dutifully, cradling your boob in his slightly larger hand, yet not squeezing it at all. You begin to moan in earnest when, in the very next instant, you feel his lips attach to your left tit, but not before you watch as he lets a healthy stream of his drool dribble onto your left nipple. His spit beads for a split second on the very tip of your left tit, before it glides down over the swell of the breast itself. Your breath just about ceases completely while you watch him hover his perfect mouth over your drenched tit. His breath comes in short, staccato bursts, similar to the slightly faster rhythm his hips have begun to make against your hip.

Giggling to yourself, you run your hands up & down your boyfriend's shoulders, getting temporarily lost in the lustful yet overall loving gaze he fixes on your boobs. He alternates looking at your twin peaches and your eyes. His eyes suddenly fill with an emotion you cannot put into words and you feel a rather hard lump of tears lodge right in the middle of your throat. You think to yourself that it's partially due to your monthly hormones, which are in full force atm. Indeed, you feel a strong urge to get up and use the restroom (lol, tmi perhaps). Yet, it's something else too, something else entirely. You return your boyfriend's gaze and see his eyes sparkling with tears for you, through his natural manly lust for your body. You get fully shipwrecked in his gaze and feel tears finish beading up along your lashes and starting to trickle down your cheeks. 🥹

Baby, what is it? What's wrong, you hear him ask you. You cannot answer him right away, so you turn your head to one side and bury one half of your face in your pillow. You feel hiccups start to build in your chest, yet force them down. Now is not the time to hiccup in your boyfriend's face, you silently giggle to yourself. Not that Minho would care. He loves every part of you, every part of your very essence. Even the silly & embarrassing noises your body makes on its own, for whatever reason. It's all music to his ears, he loves it all.

Baby, I need you to answer me. Are you ok? You hear him ask you again. You feel one of his hands come up to your left breast, gently wiping off the spit he'd left there mere moments before. His other hand goes to your tummy, which you feel to suddenly start clenching with one of the most painful period cramps you've experienced. He rubs his hand back and forth over your twisting uterus, and peppers the softest kisses 💋 all over your face. He isn't licking up your tears, just kissing you softly.

You force yourself to focus on the movements of his hands and lips on your body, instead of on the nauseating pain that continues to pull through your feminine parts. The uterine cramps start to ease for a moment and you feel yourself start to go soft with relief.

Are you ok, baby? He asks you for a third time. His hands still completely, and you can tell he's not going to continue further until you answer him. You slowly move your head to face him, because you feel the onset of a massive migraine headache starting to form. 😣 Reaching your hands up to either side of his face, it's now your turn to gently wipe up his tears.

Yes, my Leebit, I'm fine. Just letting your love heal me, I guess. It overflows from my heart every time for you and ... and ... You suddenly cannot continue speaking, so you turn your head to the other side and start to cry in earnest. Your shoulders start to shake a tiny bit and you feel Minho reach both his arms under your shoulders to pull you close to his chest. You burrow into his embrace and let the rest of the bodily aches dissipate as you feel his warmth seep into each pore of your skin. You haven't forgotten about Minho's other "concern", for it's still pressed against your hip, its tip is quite wet and very hard. 💦🍆 Before gently pulling away from him, you take a moment to marvel at his self control and respect for your emotions in general. He's not been rutting into you at all this entire time, he's been completely still. His dick has only twitched maybe once, it's almost as if he's told himself to stop until you're settled and calm again.

You watch as his eyes flutter closed & a few more tears trickle down the apples of his cheeks. Your thumbs ghost over his eyelids, using kitten-feather-soft touches to soothe away his tears. Minho leans his face into one of your hands, moving his head barely back & forth. He continues to nuzzle against your hand in this way, until you suddenly feel a sharp pain stab through your gut.

Ahhhh, oh fuck, ahhhhh, you moan out. Your hands fly away from Minho's face, pressing as hard as you can in a downward motion on your lower stomach, right where your uterus is. The period cramp is so bad, your back arches slightly off the bed and you screw your eyes shut.

You feel Minho shift slightly in the bed next to you, not leaving your side. He adjusts himself so you have a little more space to move, yet he's still just as close to you as before. It's ok, baby, I'm right here & I'm not going anywhere. Just breathe, ok? you hear him whisper to you.

Through the renewed fog of pain & nausea that threatens to overtake you, you feel his hands settle in place over yours, helping you to press down on your stomach further. Every female is different with her body & how she experiences period cramps, yet pressing down on your uterus is one of the movements that works best for you to ease the aches in the immediate moment. And Minho instinctually knows this.

He leans over your face & kisses your forehead before placing one, single, solitary, loving kiss on your left tit. He doesn't even suckle on it, just kisses it once and moves his mouth away to lay his head on your chest.

Then, as quickly as the pain makes an appearance, you feel your uterus relaxing again and the aches naturally subside. You shift your shoulders from side to side, signaling you want to get up. Minho, baby, I love being your body pillow, yet I really need to pee & change my feminine item out, you say to him. You have been in a healthy & steady relationship with your boyfriend for several years and always feel like you can talk quite openly with him about anything and everything. Yes, I said anything and everything; this includes every little aspect of women's feminine hygiene and gynecological health. So telling him you need to change your pad or tampon is nothing he hasn't heard before. He's a confident man & has the balls to be mature enough to handle such talk in a respectful manner. Some men are fucking babies when it comes to being respectful of a woman's health, yet there are others who aren't this way. They may seem like they're few & far between, yet they are out there ... I promise. 💕🫂🙏🏻

Minho, come on, baby, you huff out a laugh as he nuzzles his nose in between your boobs one last time. I really REALLY need to use the restroom.

You're just so soft and delectable, you hear him mumble into your skin as he moves to sit up in bed.

How the fuck am I soft when I feel so dirty and gross? you ask him.

Because you're you & perfect just the way you are, he answers. I cannot see you being any other way & I wouldn't have you any other way.

Aww, fuck, Minho baby ... I'm going to cry all over again! you moan out, looking at him with more tears in your eyes. Your heart melts even further than it already has as you sit up, scooting closer to him on the bed, and rubbing your nose in the crook of his neck. Despite feeling overall icky from your period, you're still somewhat horny and cannot resist scenting your boyfriend, just a little. 😉

Minho recognizes your signature move with this & you feel his body stiffen slightly. From the corner of your eye, you see his hands move down gradually to his rock-hard dick, which is now steadily oozing the most delicious-looking precum you've seen from him in a while. Its color is a shade of milky white, semi-clear ... the most beautiful you've seen from his cockhead in a while. Your pussy starts to throb with genuine arousal this time, not just residual period cramps. You are suddenly desperate to taste him and this thought has your pussy leaking his cream all over your folds. Your only regret is that because it's the first evening of your Shark Week, your pussy and folds are 100% off limits to him for the next few days ... at least until the heaviest flow has passed.

Baby, what are you doing? you mumble into Minho's neck. What are you doing, you ask again ... giggling at how Minho has suddenly decided to mirror your movements.

Loving you, what does it look like ... he whimpers back. His hands press down harder on his dick and he begins to leave little love bites and nibbles along the juncture of your neck & shoulder.

Are you trying to mark me? you giggle back, with a breathy moan of your own. Minho baby, I really have to pee. Making a more concerted effort to move away from him this time, or else you really will have a crimson accident in your bed, you gently push on his shoulders to get him to detach his mouth from your neck.

Nooo, he whines out. And to keep you in place, he bites down a bit harder, effectively pinning you to the spot for a few more seconds.

Ah, fuuuuuucccccckkkkkk, baby ... Minho ... NOOO, you whine back. Despite your almost having an accident, you push your tits against his bare chest and reach your hands up to tangle in his hair.

He feels your tits on the broad muscles of his chest and reaches a hand up to fondle your left nipple, not forgetting he left off mid-massage of it to check on you. You notice his hand is soaked and you suddenly moan out rather loudly as he lets himself start to push his groin into your side again ... this time in earnest. Your Kitty is determined to feel good and you're going to help him get there. But first, your bathroom stop ... for the only type of bodily fluids you prefer to clean off your sheets is your & his cum. Not pee, not barf, not period blood ... just delicious cum. That's all.

Using what little willpower you feel you still possess, you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull up with intention. His mouth leaves your neck with a quiet squelch and he looks at you with a half blown out expression on his face. His hand stays latched around your left tit, so you quickly detach this part of him from you too.

Baby, he whines at you. He tries to scoot closer again but this time, you're quicker. Scrambling off the bed, you stand up and point a finger at him. I have to pee, baby. Don't you remember what week it is for me?

Yes, I remember, it's just, it's just ... I need Mommy's titties and this ..., he whimpers, gesturing to his painfully hard dick.

My titties will be right back, you chuckle. I will feel better after just a moment. 🧻🚽🩸 Yet in the meantime, you continue, coming up to the foot of the bed and pointing your finger at him again. Lay back for me, and spread your legs. Arms above your head ... and do NOT fucking touch yourself until I get back. Mommy will help you out momentarily.

Will you, truly? he asks. He quickly moves into position as you've directed him to and the sight just about has you doubling over and feeling dizzy. Sweat gives a glistening sheen all over his body and his entire shaft is coated in the only moisture you're even remotely interested in getting nutrition from. Minho's muscular arms are above his head and he grips onto the headboard for support. He tries to keep his hips still, yet the sight of you staring him down, dressed as you are (topless, with just your favorite comfort pair of cotton panties on), has him involuntarily bucking his hips up just a bit.

Yes baby kitty, most truly. I promise, you reply to him. Turning on your heels before you can have another moment of hormonal weakness, you dash into the en-suite bathroom you both share, firmly shutting the door behind you.

You make your way over to your section of the spacious bathroom. Rummaging around in one of your many storage compartments, you hastily feel around for one of your favorite overnight pads in your period supply drawer. Your hand lands on the all-too-familiar wrapper of the pad and when you withdraw it from the box, you see a small post-it note stuck to it.

Sitting down on the toilet, you quickly dispose of your hygiene trash in the small trash can and relieve yourself. Bending over at the waist, you press both hands into your stomach as hard as you can and emit a silent moan, or as silent as you feel you can be under the circumstances. Your uterus is hell-bent bound and determined that you're not going to have much relief from it tonight. It's going to make sure you're aware it's there, at all times, no matter what. You're just glad you're sitting on the toilet, instead of standing up or sitting down. Giving birth to small jellyfish 🩸🩸🩸 during the first few days is always fun, isn't it, ladies? 🫣😣🥴😮‍💨 (For those biologically born with a vagina, you know what I mean & are the only people who will ever understand. For those that weren't {no matter how you orientate/ identify}, take note :: it literally feels like a small glob of jellyfish leaving your pussy hole. I'm not kidding. Periods are a necessary part of life & still not normalized as much as they should be, I think. No disrespect towards anyone/ everyone is beautiful, I'm simply telling things from my perspective as a woman who bleeds each month.)

While you wait for the feeling to pass, you look at the small post-it note you've found stuck to the pad. Un-sticking the note from the pad's wrapper, you unfold it and open it to reveal a short love-note from Minho! 🥹😻😭🤧💌🎀 Blinking back tears, you try to remember any recent interaction when he'd have an excuse to go into some of your more personal drawers in the bathroom. It suddenly dawns on you that just a week ago, you did ask him to pick up some extra pads for you while he'd stopped at the convenience store on his way home from work. You sent him a photo of the packaging of your favorite kind (ladies ... if you haven't tried pads by the brand called Honey Pot, you may be missing out; seriously -- give their pads and liners a try if you use said-products; Idk if they make tampons or not ...) & he came back with 2 packages, plus a baggie of your favorite chocolates & 2 cans of your favorite energy drink.

You involuntary emit a hiccup & swipe a hand across your eyes, in a poor attempt to dry your tears. Realizing this effort is futile, you reach for a handful of toilet paper to blow your nose, hoping Minho doesn't hear you being emotional in the bathroom. 🤧🫣 Straining your ears to hear, all "appears" quiet from the sanctuary of your & his shared bedroom.

Rubbing one hand absentmindedly over your stomach, you hold his note in your other hand & begin to read.

To my dearest baby, You are so very beautiful in each & every way. Don't let anyone ever tell you different. Thank you for being mine. Hugs & kisses, ~~your Kitty 🐱🐾😘 (P.S. I hope these are the right pads.)

You bend over in half again, your chin is resting on your knees. You cry for real this time, not caring two fucks if Minho hears you. The amount of love from such simple words never fails to take your breath away & you feel your heart swell with love for your boyfriend. Usually, such a note would only ever make you smile softly to yourself ... at best! Yet for some reason, his words tug on your heartstrings more than you realize. You chalk this up to your emotions being all over the place in recent days, not just due to pre-PMS periodness symptoms. From your parents' apartment lease being renewed for another year, to your dad's job being topsy-turvy/ toxic workplace, to your own unsuccessful attempts at finding employment and having a large amount of credit card debt {a large amount to you, tho maybe small to others...}, you haven't been able to discern if you've been coming or going.

You take a short, stuttering breath, breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth. You don't feel like you're going to throw up, not really, yet a wave of period-nausea sweeps over you all the same. You press Minho's little note to the side of your face and take several more deep, cleansing breaths. You instantly have his words memorized & you let the love he's conveyed sweep over you, grounding you back to earth and quelling your racing heart.

Placing the note carefully in the re-stocked basket where you keep your pads (for safe-keeping 💌), you finish up your business & clean yourself up the best you can. You look behind you on the lid of the toilet's tank & find Minho has also replenished your favorite flushable wipes. A new package sits there & what would you know ... it's your favorite brand! You didn't even ask him to get these, yet he went and bought them anyway. 🥹

You let yourself quietly cry some more as you wash your hands with your favorite lavender hand soap. Drying your hands on your favorite hand towel that hangs on a small towel rack above the toilet, you pick up the pack of wipes and shake your head. Holding the wipes in one hand, you reach for your Vicks-scented tissues with the other & pull one out of the box. Blowing your nose 2 times in a row (Minho can for sure hear this noise of yours), you close your eyes and breathe in-out again. {Everyone, whatever you do ... do not DO NOT wipe your eyes with Vicks-scented tissues!!!!!! 🫣🫣🫣 They are quite strong and for your nose only!! They may irritate your eyes and no one wants that.}

Walking swiftly to the bathroom door, wipes in hand, you flick off the light and leave the door ajar behind you. The sight that greets you when you re-enter the bedroom has your boobs swelling even more and your tits poking out at full attention.

Minho is laying on his side, facing towards you. He has one hand resting under his head and his other hand is laying casually on his hip. He's still very much naked. His dick is still just as rock-hard as it was before and lays out before him on the bed linens, oozing and looking like the most delicious popsicle you've ever tasted. 🍆🍭💦🥵

I guess it's a good thing I brought these out with me, you say to him, coming to a stop by the side of the bed, right where he's laying.

Why is that, my lovely?

You're making a mess & I'm going to have to clean up your puddle. Look what you've done, naughty Kitty, you say, pointing to the very wet & noticeable stain his precum has made from where his dick has been resting against the sheet.

Kitty is sorry, you hear your boyfriend mumble. Can Mommy clean me up?

Yes, Mommy is more than happy to do that for you, you answer. But first, I need you to feel something out for me, you continue cryptically. Walking the 2 steps over to the bedside table, you set the wipes down and move to sit cross-legged on the bed next to Minho.

What is it? he asks you, sitting up to face you properly.

Well, it's 2 things really.

What is it? he asks again, cutely wringing his hands in child-like anticipation.

Being just as desperate for relief as Minho's dick no doubt is, you decide to get right into it. First, I need you to get your hand nice and wet for me with your precum. Then, I need you to feel how clean I've got my ass for you, with that same hand, you tell him.

Minho's eyes almost pop out of his head at your words. He instinctually spreads his legs on either side of you and begins fisting his swollen cock, spreading already copious amounts of cream all over himself and his hand.

Mommy, really?! REALLY??!! he asks you again.

Yes, Kitty, really. Now, be a good boy & let me see your hand.

Minho sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and reluctantly removes his hand from his thoroughly soaked dick. His hand is positively glistening and some of his precum drips down his hand and onto his forearm. Yup, he's that wet already (& there's not a bottle of lube in sight). 💦💦💦🥵🥵����

Grasping his wrist in your left hand, you jerk his wet hand towards your face, not that you need further inspection of his efforts. Oh, such a good Kitty for me, you purr at him. Out of the corner of your eye, you see his dick twitch slightly at your praising words. You have an innate sense for being able to tell how close your boyfriend is to actually cumming and you correctly surmise that he's more than close.

I need to make sure your hand is the right amount of wet for my asshole, Kitten. And the only way I want to do that right now is this, you coo at him. Before he has a chance to respond, you suck his soaked pointer finger into your mouth and lick it clean.

Minho lets out another strangled gasp and barely manages to stutter out, Kitten needs to feel how clean Mommy's asshole is for him, PLEASE!!! Yet you hear him and promptly pull his finger from between your lips with a loud & lewd pop.

Go ahead & make me cum, Minho, you whine. And for fuck's sake, please fucking hurry. I may be on my period, yet I'm so close! 💦😭

I'm close too, y/n, he croaks out. Turn around for me then.

As fast as you can on your rather lumpy bed, you turn around and present your ass end to Minho. You hear him give his cock a few more slick pumps, making sure all of his fingers are thoroughly coated. You then feel as he presses his dick up against your ass, though he makes no move whatever to push himself inside in any way.

Gonna feel your sweet little hole now, Mommy, he coos back at you. Dipping both his hands past the back waistband of your panties, he quickly spreads your ass cheeks apart so he can dip one hand down your crack to finger your asshole.

You quickly stabilize yourself on your hands and knees & in the next second, you feel Minho's middle finger circle your rim, tapping on the outer edges of your hole once ... twice ... three times. You feel your orgasm approaching & you screw your eyes shut and forcefully bite your bottom lip between your teeth to stave off the feeling, at least until your boyfriend gets a finger in you. One solitary finger, that's all your ass needs. Just one, for fuck's sake! 💦💦💦👆🏻💦💦💦 Then he pushes his finger in, all in one go. The moan that leaves your mouth is more than pornographic.

AH, FUUUUUUCCCCKKKK, MINHO KITTEN, AHHHHHHH, you holler out. I'm so fucking close! 😭💦💦💦😭🫴🏻🫴🏻🫴🏻

Baby, don't say that! I haven't even gotten in a second finger. How can you be this close to cum---, Minho's words are cut off as he feels your asshole clench so hard around his middle finger, it's all he can do to keep himself from creaming against the backside of your panties.

I'M CUMMING, you moan out, more or less finishing his sentence for him. Again, you chalk it up to monthly hormones, a rise in estrogen or whatever else (in addition to natural horniness) that's surging through your system to cause you to cum so quickly. Your cunt spasms around nothing and you're not worried if you accidentally pee yourself, since you're wearing a slightly thicker pad. (Even when you're not on your period, you don't mind feeling your squirt-slick drenching your panties & thighs afterward, yet if it's anything to do with pee, that's a no-go for you. And Minho knows this about you too.)

Kitten, your hole is so beautiful, he croaks out from behind you. Leaning over your shoulder, he puts his lips right next to your ear 👂🏻🗣 & hoarsely stutters out, Need your hand around my dick ... like yesterday. He gives your fluttering asshole a few more loving pumps in-out in-out with his finger, then withdraws his drenched digit.

Flopping back onto the bed behind you, you hear him moan again. Turning back around just as quickly as before, you direct him to lean up against the headboard of the bed. He hastily complies, then makes the cutest set of grabby hands for you, that you've ever seen. 🥹👐🏻 You settle next to him, your left thigh pressing up against his left thigh, you're sat facing him.

Left tit, I need it, he whines. Tears have beaded up at the corners of his eyes and one drop does in fact trickle down his cheek. 💧

Here, Kitten, it's right here, you whisper. You adjust yourself, cupping your left breast in your hand and presenting it to him. He leans forward, whispers a barely audible I love you to you, then attaches his lips around your left nipple.

You gently & softly run your fingers through his hair as he begins to suckle. Humming one of his favorite songs (☀️You Are My Sunshine☀️), you look down and watch as he open-mouth suckles on your tit, then re-attaches his lips to your breast. It makes your eyes tear up and a few drops fall into his hair as you watch him leave the sweetest kitten licks ever around your nipple, gently pushing and pulling your left breast as he nurses and kneeding the other one with his hands. Minho doesn't notice your latest batch of tears, yet he does hear you quietly humming the song and moans along with you, still suckling you the entire time.

All too soon, you end the song after just one verse. Minho is still very much absorbed in nursing from you, so you decide this is the perfect opportunity to reach down & touch his dick. What you feel has you practically salivating 🥵🥵🥵💦💦💦 :: his dick is rock-hard, very hot, and very swollen. You take a gentle, yet firm-enough hold on his shaft and begin sliding your hand up and down, up and down, up and down. 🫳🏻🫳🏻🫳🏻💦💦💦🍆🫴🏻🫴🏻🫴🏻 He moans around your breast, temporarily detaching his lips from your left nipple, and buries his face in between your boobs.

Wanting to return the favor & check in on him as he's already done with you, you kiss the crown of his head and ask, Is my kitten ok?

Yes, Mommy, your Kitten is just fine.

Is Kitten close?

Yes, Mommy, your Kitten is so fucking close. Please ...

Please what?

Please, Kitten wants to cum for you! Minho whines out.

Aww, Minho baby, I love you too, you coo at him. 🥹 Speaking around the lump of emotional tears in your throat is beginning to take its toll on you, so your next statement is your last audible one for the time being.

Does Kitten want to suckle Mommy's tit while he cums for her? you ask.

YES, PLEASE. I am so wet and hard for you! Minho whine-cries.

Kissing Minho on the top of his head again, you again cradle your left breast in your hand and guide him to your chest. His lips waste no time in re-attaching themselves and he begins to suckle harder than before. Reaching back down with your other hand to his dick, you grasp a bit firmer and begin pumping him off in earnest. He barely makes it 3 more passes of your hand before he's biting your nipple in another "somewhat gentle" mating mark and suddenly your hand is coated in your favorite dessert of all time.

AHHHHH FUCK, KITTEN IS CUMMING, he whines for you. Jerking and pulsating in your hand, you keep kissing the top of his head as his lips leave your well-sated left nipple and he again buries his face in between your boobs.

Your hand does go completely still the instant you feel him start to cum for you. You know he's over-stimulated, just as you were yourself, so you don't want to make him uncomfortable or anything like that. There's a time and place for being over-stimmed sexually, yet now is not one of them.

His hips eventually stutter and stop moving completely as his body winds itself down from his orgasmic high. He keeps moving his nose up and down between your boobs, scenting you even though you both are spent from your orgasms.

Kitten loves you so much, he whispers as he lays back on the bed, gently pulling you with him. Neither of you mind one bit about being partially covered with cum and sweat. What's more important in this split second is cuddling and laying close to one another.

I love you too, my Minho, you whisper back. So, so much. 🥹🥹🥹

As you feel yourself drifting off to sleep, the last thought to cross your mind is how lucky you are to have such a loving & attentive boyfriend. Your heart is full, your body sated to its fullest extent, your period cramps non-existent now & your mind happily spinning with a few random thoughts on how your next encounter with him might go.

a/n • What did you think, my fellow fanfic lovelies? 🥰 Did you like this little story? This was spur-of-the-moment, I wrote it over the span of just 2 days, which is a personal best for me. I hope I did justice to some of the themes in the 2 comments I listed at the beginning of this post. This is also the first fanfic of my own I've written & posted on here! 💜😍 This comfort story is also the first concerted effort I've made to write anything since August of last year, 2023. And while this is a fic where the main character is on her period in the story, at the time of me posting this I am not on my period, lol. 😄🙌🏻

p.s. • If you liked this story, please re-blog to share it and give me credit. 🙏🏻 While I do not have copyrights on my writings (either on here or AO3), just know that if you plagiarize something of mine {or someone else's}, Karma will come back to bite you in the fucking ass with a vengeance. 😎 No matter how someone identifies themselves, Karens aren't called Karens for no reason. You really wouldn't want to be marked as a KAREN, would you? 🤔 Didn't think so. 😌

@itsseohannbin @channieandhisgoonsquad @frenchkisstheabyss @queenmea604 @minnieprincess85 @moonlightndaydreams

[empresskylo]

(hi I'm this specific anon that has been sending you your anonymous praises, like %80 of ur screaming btm asks are me but I'm shy)

I feel like ghost likes his woman's a lil crazy. Just a little bit. Just enough to make Jhonny go "holly shit man that her?" a few times a week as a retual, or make price call him in his office to talk bout 'dating advices', or making gaz turn and smirk to him proudly every time his girl is getting a lil out of hand.

And price I think he likes em sassy. even shocking ghost with her not so obvious sassy responses, making him raise his eyebrows behind his mask, or putting gaz into the hospital cus he was laughing to hard at Johnny's shocked face after she made a smart comeback to him a lil too fast. Too fast for Jhonny to understand that he has been put in his place by the captains lovely gf that cooks em meals cus they 'keep her love safe'...

Im not ok<3

BESTIE STOP YOU ARE THE SWEETEST!!! you can always sign a fake name or emoji on your messages so i’ll know it’s you <3 only if you want to ofc!

these men are FOR SURE unhinged in their taste of women. like there’s no way simon doesn’t get turned on by a woman who’s a bit nuts and all over the place. he likes the chaos. im swooning at the way he would stand there with a cute lil smile under his mask as he watches her act out.

price likes the sass because he can handle it 😏 i think the second she stumps ghost with a remark is when he just knows he’s gonna be obsessed. and whenever she’s a bit too sassy to price he punishes her later wink wink. and the way price would be all proud and infatuated with the way she’d make meals for all the boys. he’d watch them all make faces of pure pleasure as they ate and he’s just like, yup, that’s my fuckin’ girl.

i also not ok <3 we can be not ok together <3

[lehdenlaulu]

Oh, that's Klimt's Hygieia from one of the Faculty Paintings! Medicine, I think. The actual painting was much bigger than that, though.

But eh, the real story is relatively similar, so let's just go with it I guess. I'll try to can my annoying art history nerdery. It's not like this show is rooted in realism.

Oh dear that girl's hair. This was too early for that to even be back in fashion. 😂

Wait, did they recruit that one chick from the last episode?

No, that's a different crew? Juicy.

A Coolidge? Heh.

Well, one version of it.

Not a huge fan of even this fictional version of the painting being framed as "Holocaust art", I must say. But okay. *deep breaths*

Well, it's not like Parker is wrong...

Ooh, a vindictive ex?

I wonder how many people bought this back when this aired?

Not a super convicing fake funeral, though. 😂

But aw, Eliot called her 'sister'.

Hah, nice headstone.

Oh yay, more Hyundai advertising.

Way to be extra, Eliot.

Oh Parker.

You two just share a personal bubble full-time now, huh? Don't think I didn't notice that, Eliot. 😏

Sophie is looking really lovely, by the way. We can only hope to look that good in the coffin, as it were.

Yup, that story is true actually.

That's Café Terrace at Night but the colors are wrong?

I know, I know. Shutting up now.

Glasses!

Did he mess up his face again or is this the same injury?

Hey, you're pretty good at that dress up stuff, don't sell yourself short.

And again with the lack of personal space.

Oh Parker.

Aww, Sophie and Hardison really don't hang out much, huh?

Ooh, this is fun.

Girl version of Eliot? Fun.

What was that? 😂

Chaos?? That's the lamest hacker name I've ever heard.

Well, that's all very Shadowrun.

Don't be sexist, Hardison. Ex-Mossad or not.

The bird's actually pretty genius. Happens at my workplace all the time.

Birds getting in and sometimes triggering stuff, I mean, not heists.

Oh, I think I've seen this one in gifsets.

Nice, Parker.

Well, that's very gentlemanly of you to get on even level, Eliot. 😂

Nice Elizabeth Swann move. I approve. 😏

He's really met his match, huh? 😂

They all have, I guess. Some are just more... horny about it. 🤭

Hey, the headstone changed. Boo.

Oh Sophie.

Don't rush her, Nate, she's right.

[trentlvrr]

Best I ever had - TAA

Summary- your friend set you up with a random guy she met at the club. Will he be the one aka the best you’ve ever had or the complete opposite? Keep reading to find out! ;))

Info and warnings: fluff fluff fluff, this is my first story so sorry if it’s bad!!

Word count: idk but it’s short

Chapter 2: let me spoil you

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4 days later

I was watching a film til my phone buzzed

Trent: get dressed

Y/n: why?

Trent: I’m coming to get you and tell leia to get ready too 😏

Y/n: okay! 🤭

‘Weird’ I thought to myself. Even though I was confused, i went to the bathroom to start getting ready. When I got there, I FaceTimed leia. “Hello” she said groggy. She sounded like she had just woken up. “Get ready, Trent’s taking us out” I said while washing my face. “What?” She said while leaping from her bed. She left her phone and I could hear her moving around. “Wait why both of us and not just you” she asked. “I’m not sure but he told me to tell you to get ready so get ready” I said while applying moisturizer to my face. “Okay okay” she said excitedly while picking up her phone and rushing to the bathroom. “I’ll call you back when I’m done getting ready” I told her. “Alright bye!” She said blowing a kiss. “Byee!” I said while catching it, she smiled then I hung up. “Alright let’s pick out an outfit” I said exiting my bathroom and heading to my closet.

I started picking up clothes from my closet. I picked up an orange dress. “It’s cute but maybe too much”. I picked up a blue top. “This top is so pretty and I haven’t worn it yet but the cut is so low.” I sighed. ‘What do I wear then’ I thought to myself while looking at my closet. My eyes then landed on a white dress. It was calling my name. “Perfect!” I squealed. I dashed to the bathroom to put on the dress and do my makeup. “I look so good” I said to myself as I looked in the mirror. I blew a kiss at myself before exiting. I then picked out some jewelry, shoes and a tote bag that I haven’t worn out yet. “Perfect” I said smiling at myself while looking at my full length mirror. My phone then buzzed so I rushed to the bathroom to retrieve it.

Trent: I’m outside

Y/n: alright, Coming!!

(Outfit)

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I walked out of the apartment complex and saw Trent at the front, standing in front of his car. I waddle-ran over to him since I couldn’t sprint in the heels. He had his arms wide open and caught me. “Hey pretty girl” he said smiling. “Hey Trent” I responded. We then broke off the hug and i went to open the passengers door but someone opened it from the inside.

“Hey, im Jude” the man inside said as he stepped out. “Uh I’m y/n” I responded, moving to the side. He smiled. He kept the door open and put out his hand, signaling me to go in. He was so handsome, his pearly whites and his pretty brown eyes were everything. “Oh are you sure? You were sitting there before me” I said to him. “Yea it’s fine” he said as he ushered me into the passengers seat. I smiled at him and hesitantly got into the car. When I got in, Trent went around and got in the driver then Jude sat in the back. “Now we just have to pick up leia” Trent said while opening the maps app and typing her address in.

We got to leias house and she was already outside. I got out the car and speed walked to her with my arms open. She ran to me with her arms open too. We then collided and hugged. “Ahhh hey lei” I squealed. “Hey y/n” she shrieked. We then hugged eachother tighter. We broke off the hug and went back to car. Trent rolled the window down. “Hey leia” Trent said. “Hiii” she responded while opening the back door. Her eyes met with judes. “Oh hey” she said. Her face turning red. “Hey” he said as he smiled. He then scooted over and she sat down. She looked over at me and her eyes widened with a “girl he is fine” look. I laughed and sat back in the passengers seat. “Next stop, the mall” Trent says. “Ouuu we’re going shopping?” Leia says. “Yup” Trent says smirking. “Good thing I brought my wallet” I said. “You should’ve left it at home” Trent says. “Why?” I said amused. “So I can pay for your things baby” he said turning his head and winking at me. I rolled my eyes, fighting back the smile that was creeping onto my face. “Can you guys do this when we’re not in the car?” Jude says from the back. We all burst into laughter.

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We got to the mall and the boys stepped out of the car first. Trent came on my said and opened the door for me and Jude opened the door for leia. ‘Jude and leia are so cute, too bad she has a bf’. I thought to myself. We then walked into the mall, me and Trent holding hands, leia and Jude walking beside eachother awkwardly. We then made it into the mall. “Well, let’s split up” Trent suggested. “What?” Me, Jude and leia said in union. “I said let’s split up, me and y/n and Jude and leia” he responds. “But we don’t even know eachother” leia says. “Then get to know eachother” Trent says smiling before dragging me into the nearest store, i waved leia and Jude goodbye as I was pulled into the store. “Well..” Jude says checking his imaginary watch. “Well..” leia says looking around. Her phone then pings. *sale at h&m*. “Ahhh there’s a sale!” She shrieked. She then took Jude by the hand and pulled him to h&m.

The store Trent pulled me into was no other than a luxury store, Chanel. “Woah” I said as I looked through the store. Yea I had some Chanel pieces but this was a whole new world. “See anything you like?” Trent says coming behind me resting his head on my shoulder and putting his hands on my waist. “Yea this bag right here, it’s so cute” I said pointing at a pink Chanel bag.

(The bag)

I thought for a minute before I said something. “I don’t think I’ll get it though, maybe another time” I said about to walk away from the bag but Trent held me in place. “I’ll get it then” Trent said picking up the bag. I turned to face him. “No no, you don’t have to trent” I said trying to get him to put down the bag. “Why?” He asked smirking. “Because i dont want you spending so much money on me” I say. “Just let me spoil you y/n, I only have a few days left in the us and I wanna make these days memorable” he says. “Fine.” I say as I give in. He smiles. We walk to the register and he pays for the bag. “Thank you!” We say to the cashier before walking out. Once we get out he passes me the bag. “Here you go baby” he says. “Thanks Trent” I say smiling.

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(Leias pov)

Me and Jude made it to h&m and I immediately rushed to the dresses, he followed close behind. “What do you think of this?” I ask him like we’ve been together for months. It was a pastel yellow dress.

(The dress)

“It’s nice, it would look really good on you” Jude responds. I smile and turn away quickly before he sees my face turning red. ‘Leia stop you have a bf’ I thought to myself. I then got myself together and kept looking through the dresses. Jude also started looking. He pulled out a cute white dress. “What about this one? I feel like it would look good on you” Jude says.

(The dress)

“Maybe I should try it on then” I said smirking. I then took his hand and dragged him to the fitting rooms. “Wait out here” I told him. He nodded. I go into a room and put the white dress on. I moved my braids to see it better. It fits me nicely. ‘He was right, it does look good on me’ I thought to myself. It hugged all my curves, my ass looked great and my boobs did too. I then walked out to show Jude. His jaw dropped. “Woah” is all he could say. “Like what you see?” I say smirking. “Y-yea, I mean you look great leia” he says. “Thanks” I say giggling. He rubs the back of his neck and laughs. I then go back into the the room and change. After that we head to the register and I pay for my stuff. Me and Jude then walked out.

“Well what should we do now?” I ask. He looks around til something catches his eyes. “We can go get ice cream” he says pointing at the ice cream shop. “Ouuu yes” I say as we walk over. “What do you want?” He asks. “Mint chocolate” I say. “Weird but okay.” He laughs. I roll my eyes. “One vanilla and one mint chocolate” he tells the cashier. He pays for both of them and we find seats to enjoy our ice creams. “Mmm this is so good” I say as I take a bite of my ice cream. “Really?” Jude asks with a disgusted look. “Don’t look at me like that! it’s really good, try it” I say rolling my eyes. He hesitates but then tries some. “Wait this is kinda good” he says. “I told you” I said. We both laughed.

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(Your pov)

After a while we were done shopping and met up with eachother. All of us then headed back to the car and got in. “Trent you can drop me off with y/n” leia says. “Alright” Trent says. We then drive to my house. We got there and me and leia got out. “Wait leia, let me get your number” Jude says, handing her his phone. “Of course” she says taking Jude’s phone and putting her number in. She smiles and hands it back. “Thanks” he says. “No problem” she responds. Me and and Trent smirk at eachother. “Alright bye guys” I say catching Jude and leia off guard. Trent laughs. “Bye” Trent and Jude say. We waved them goodbye and they drove off. “What was that for” leia groaned. “Remember when me and Trent were about to kiss but you interrupted us?” I say smirking. “Oh” she replies. We then head to my apartment.

“So tell me what happened” I say to leia when we walk into my apartment. “What do you mean?” She says settling down on my couch. “What happened with you and Jude, don’t act dumb lei” I reply. “Nothing happened, we just got to know eachother I guess” she says avoiding eye contact. “Tell me more leia, please” I beg, sitting on the couch beside her. “Fine” she squeals excitedly. She then tells me all the details. “Wow” I say. “Y’all cute” I smirk. “Stop y/n, you know I have a boyfriend” she laughs. “Jude is way better than Toby though” I respond. “I know but I love Toby too much” she says looking down. “Does he love you though?” I ask. Leia looks up shocked. “Stop y/n” she whines. I laugh and hug her. She hugs me back and laughs too.

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That’s it! I hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 3 coming soon!! :p

[missbunnybunny]

Should widow be an only child, the middle child or the youngest? Or should she be a twin??🤔 widow and König being icons. Cursing, widow trying to give everyone a heart attack. Widow is a pet mom and brings them to base. Widow are you okey???🤣 141 being widows babysitters. Widow has too much chaotic energy, and I’m here for it.

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Widow on the floor:

Ghost: what are you doing on the floor??

Widow: am waiting for a fuck to fall from the sky.

Graves: and why is that?

Widow: cuz you fucking asked * you answer while looking at him straight in the eyes*

Widow: I hope a fuck falls, so I can give a fuck. But at lass all the fucks are gone, so I still don't give a FUCK.

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Ghost: Why is there a dog here 🤨??

Widow: don't worry he don't bite 😊

The dog :

Graves: what his name?

Widow: noche ( night), his a good boy he only bite when told.

*Graves tries to pet him*

* Noche provides to bite Graves in the ass, and rip his pants*

Widow: Sorry, he doesn't like trash touching him. he's a germapho.

Ghost: I like this dog. *pets the dog*

Widow: thank you, he has been trained well.

* Noche wagging his tail like a good boy*

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*Widow looking at Graves*

Widow : bombastic side eye, criminal offense, side eye.

Graves: Why is she looking at me like that, and why is she saying that??

Ghost: Because u exist 😐

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*Widow and soap watching anime*

*Graves changes the channel to the news*

* Widow and soap pulling out their guns-

🎶 dumb ways to die🎵 so many dumb ways to die🎶

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*König finding a cat on base and looking at it like 🤨*

*Widow frantically looking for her lost cat*

The cat:

*she's living her best life with König*

Widow: könig have you seen a black cat with a Dimon necklace * frantically looking around like a mad woman*

*König turns around with said cat*

König: I think she likes me.

Widow: she on ur shoulder purring, I think she might kill me if I try and take her from you!!

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Ghost: Widow, what do you want to be when you grow up?

Widow: kind!!

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🎶 falling through the air, I wonder how this could be fairr~🎶

*Widow screaming*

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King's have honor = König

Soldiers have bravery = soap, gaz, and widow

And

poets have heart = price

But all I have is rage = GHOST

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🎶And I said hello Satan,

I believe it is time to go

Me and the devil walkin' side by side

Me and the devil walking side by side🎶

Widow

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*Widow scared and crying cuz , she thinks she will be alone forever.

*141 and König

🎶As long as I'm here, no one will hurt you🎶

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*Widow singing to könig*

If the end of the world was near

Where would you choose to be?

If there was five more minutes of air

Would you panic and hide?

Or run for your life?

Or stand here and spend it with me?

If we had five more minutes

Would I, could I, make you happy?

König: Yes, you would make me happy.

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Ghost: Widow what do you have in your hand?

Widow: A 🔪

Ghost: NoOo!!😨

Everyone on base : 😱😱

Widow: ~ La la La la~

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Graves: So you finally decide to talk to me and not threaten to kill me.

Widow: yup, It's soo(🙄) nice to talk to you😊

Soap: Heres ya £20 for the bet, lass.

Graves: What bet?

Widow: Talk to a person you hate for an hour. And as a matter of fact, if I could get the change, I would kill ya☺️

Graves:🏃🏻💨😰 🎶Run boy run! Running is a victory🎶

Soap: ya really wanna kill him.

Widow: Nah, I hate him, yes. But to kill him, i'll wait for that change in the battlefield 😏 .

Ghost: Smart, you're learning fast widow.

Widow: Thank you, I learned from the best 😊

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To Be Continued.....* jojo theme song*

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Thanks for reading, everyone. Until next time.

[akitasimblr]

15 OC Questions - Maria edition

Thank you for the tag @natiesims :) this time i'm doing it for maria, my last heir of the harper legacy <33

Are you named after anyone? Yup. My Watcher is on a roll to name her sims after relatives. So I was named after her grandmother.

When was the last time you cried? When I was a toddler, probably...

Do you have kids? No. And I'm the last heir... will I have? Who knows?!?!

Do you use sarcasm? I don't know. You tell me *winks*

What’s the first thing you notice about people? How mad they look for me arriving late... *grins*

What’s your eye color? Brown and grey-ish, I guess... More brown than grey... is it hazel? What you think? *opens her eyes wide*

Scary movies or happy endings? Scary movies with terrifying endings *evil laugh*

Any special talents? I am a charmer *winks*

Where were you born? I'm a Strangerville girl, yeah!

What are your hobbies? VIDEO GAMES.

Have you any pets? Hehe. Kinda. Cannot reveal it yet 😏

What sports do you play/have played? NONE! Do not insult me! Lol! 😂

How tall are you? Not tall.

Favorite subject in school? Classes' breaks... *sticks her tongue out*

Dream job? Being paid to be idle.

[eastwindmlk]

“Hand” for the ask game please!

Ohh good one! So, this took me a while because hands are mentioned like 120 times in Echoes alone. Lily just goes on and on about his hands. 😂😏

This is from next week's chapter of Echoes of Tuning Hearts

“Hey, Kitten.” The voice purred in her ear, and the smell of whisky hit her in the face. Telling her enough about the state he was in. Being cross with him now would do nothing but give him more incentive to tease her. So, Lily swallowed her frustration and leaned into it. “Come here to apologize, have you?” “Yup.” James laughed, popping the ‘p’ sound at the end of the word, his stubbled cheek rubbing against hers. Even if she wanted to, she really could not be mad at him right now. So, instead, she ruffled his hair and hummed. “If you promise to pick up your phone next time, you are forgiven.”  Receiving a wet kiss on the cheek, Lily took that as an agreement.  “Fine, you are forgiven. Don’t do it again.” Petting the hand that he held against her stomach, she hoped to pry herself free. Get on with her tasks. Practically fleeing onto the stage as the support act flooded in, still pumped. High-fiving all of them on her way, going about her business as usual. Which now included a moment to wave at people who knew her name.  Tonight, that included picking up a fox plushy and blowing a kiss in the general direction of where it had been tossed from. Holding onto it, she was giddy as she made her way backstage once more. Getting to send everyone off with their chant, a hug, and some more high-fives. Not expecting to be left startled from another kiss on the cheek.

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (12)

Festus: Coryo! Lizzie! My favorite friends, I have a super important thing I need to ask you guys!

Coryo: Fest, for the last time, I don’t have food to feed you. I’m poor. End of story. So don’t go begging me for cheeseburgers again.

Lysistrata: And please don’t tell me to ask my parents if consuming 10 sugar sticks in one sitting is healthy or not.

Festus: Besties, please! That’s not what I’m here for! I swear!😭

Coryo: Ok? Did something happened?

Festus: No. Not really-

Coryo: Are you in trouble?!😧

Lysistrata: Are you dying?!

Coryo: Did Highbottom gave you another demerit-

Festus: Persephone Price and I are going out!🤭

Coryo: Perse- Persephone?! You’re dating Cannibal Price?!

Festus: Yeah! She asked me first, and of course, I said yes!😍

Lysistrata: That’s so sweet! I’m so happy for you, Bestie!

Coryo: I see. I get it now! You’re having trouble with her taste!

Festus: No, not at all! Thankfully, she ain’t even picky!

Coryo: To be fair, we can’t afford to be picky eaters in this day and age.

Festus: Well, my ✨Percy Bae✨ likes to eat any kind of meat anyway~.🥰

Coryo: Yeah. I know.🤢

Festus: So all I’m asking you guys is to come up with our ship name!

Lysistrata: Ship name? What ship name?

Festus: Like Coryo and Sejanus have ✨Snowjanus✨ for their ship name!

Lysistrata: I thought ✨SnowPlinth✨ was their official ship name?

Coryo: I thought we’re going with ✨CabbageBread✨?

Festus: I thought your future father-in-law (Strabo Plinth) wanted to call it the ✨PlinthSnow Dynasty✨?

Lysistrata: Didn’t Mr. Plinth say something about him dating Coryo’s dead dad before?

Coryo: Don’t say that out loud, Lizzie. Highbottom might hear you. He might even expel you from school for claiming that my dad’s dead.

Lysistrata: But he is dead.

Festus: Our delusional Dean would disagree.

Lysistrata: Oh, c’mon! Highbottom needs to move on! He can’t just pretend forever that he’s still dating Coryo’s very dead dad!

Festus: Well, too bad. Their infamous “Crasca University Breakup” was so popular that even the Districts are not over it.

Coryo: Especially when my father started dating some rich older dude from District 2.😞

Festus: I thought he was dating someone from the Ravinstills?

Lysistrata: Well, whoever it was, I hope it wasn’t President Ravinstill himself!🤣

Coryo: You guys are so mean!

Festus: At least it wasn’t Hilarius Heavensbee’s creepy old man.

Coryo: But seriously, I don’t even want to hear about my dead dad’s past love affairs.😩

Festus: Well, whatever that was, I still can’t keep track of your official ship name, Coryo. Sorry~.

Coryo: Don’t be. Neither can I.

Festus: But here are my suggestions for the Festus x Persephone ship!

Lysistrata: Well, we are all ears! Fire away, Festy Baby!

Festus: First up! ✨Persus✨!

Coryo: No.

Festus: ✨PerseFest✨?

Lysistrata: Cute. But could be better?

Festus: ✨Festphone✨!

Coryo: That one’s nice. . . If you’re a telephone brand!😂

Lysistrata: Coryo, don’t be too mean!

Festus: How about ✨Cannibal & Me✨?😀

Coryo: Heck, no!

Festus: Too soon?

Coryo: Let’s stick with ✨PerseFest✨. Like what Lizzie said, cute and simple.

Lysistrata: Yeah. I like the sound of that already.

Festus: Really?! Thanks, Besties! I knew I could count on you!😘 *runs to find Persephone*

Coryo: That went well.

Lysistrata: So Coryo, my dearest accomplice, wanna steal Highbottom’s apple berry pie?

Coryo: The one that’s been sitting on his office desk since lunchtime?

Lysistrata: Yup.😏

Coryo: Sure! I’m starving!

[just-jordie-things]

Guess who's back?

I ought to complain to Spotify for you not being named this week’s hottest single.

(yup you got that right 😎)

(I know you have a boyfriend Jordie, but just play along with it okay? Please.)

Of course you're worth fighting over for Jordie, you're sweet for saying/thinking otherwise (*fangirls over your personality internally* this is why I like you smm😭) and even Nanami flowershop anon knows that. Don't you anon? But that's not my intention right there, rather, I think we should pair up to rizz jordie together, we'd be an unstoppable force. 😌 (Afterall, it's not about you or I, it's about Jordie and seeing her happy right?)

I'm not here to try and battle for your place my highness; nanami flowershop anon 🛐, you still have this 👑. I'm just here to gain atleast a small lwittle place in her heart and I'm willing to invest time and efforts for that. 😤✊

( I'm just a peasant in the Jordie empire yet, a charming one 😎 *flips hair*, but a peasant nonetheless. Yet. )

>>> The... (wait for it)

(drumrolls 🥁🥁🥁)

....RIZZLORD anon 😌

(heh😏)

HAVE YALL SEEN THAT CRINGE POV GUY ON TIKTOK THAT DOES THE DEKU VOICE BC I TOTALLY READ THIS IN HIS VOICE BAHAHAHA

fr tho yall are too entertaining and flattering!! you made my day and that’s saying something bc i’m in retail management yall and this season??? deadly.

you’re all shining stars to me!!! 🥰✨🫶

[are-they-all-sims]

(Violet's POV - simsta post)

Hey simsta fam! I've been seeing a lot of people responding to assumptions their followers have made about them and decided that would be fun to do with all of you! So, leave me your assumptions in the box in my story and I'll respond to them 💃😛

Assumption 1: You and Aaron never fight

Violet's Answer (VA): That's right! Aaron and I have such a strong relationship. We never fight and I hope it stays that way 😏

Assumption 2: u have a name picked out for the baby

VA: Yup! Xandyr for a boy and Xathie for a girl 💙💗👶 we don't know the gender though!

Assumption 3: You've had doubts about your religion

VA: Nope! Not once have I doubted that Christianity is the true religion. Jesus loves me, and he loves you too!

Assumption 4: Aaron doesn't work

VA: Wow, you guys have a lot of assumptions about Aaron it seems 🤔 This is absolutely not true. Aaron works very hard for our family! He does a lot of manual labor and he's recently started working for the Flanagan company as a support pastor.

Assumption 5: ur going to have a hospital birth

VA: At this point, we'll see what the Lord has in store! I did have to give birth to Yvie in a hospital but my goal this time is to have a homebirth.

Assumption 6: Not an assump - can you give me the link to baby lounger you had in your story yest??

VA: Sure thing! I put the link in my bio and you can use code TALBERT12 for 50% off 🎉🙌

That's all I have time for now, thanks for playing along, everyone! 🤩🤩😁

(A/N: if you have your own assumption you'd like Violet to answer, feel free to shoot me an ask and I'll answer in her POV 😉)

[lilingtheda]

Today, I wish to introduce me and my twin sister, Roya. Starting with myself.

I go by Li Ling, Chinese name that was given to me all of my life. I, an angelic maiden of creativity. With my magic paint brush, I can create a lot of items that are both wanted and needed, and my dear host, Mythra can use it as well. We can bond each other so she can become even stronger, and the others can do it as well.☺️

I enjoy many things, even things that I've never seen before. I love seeing new things created by the world around me. Also, I enjoy a nice cup of tea. Milk tea, iced tea, hot tea, and more. I even-

Roya: You can also be a huge simp for large men.😏

Me: !!! 😱 ROYA!!! WHY DID YOU SAY THAT!? 😠

Roya: Aw, come on sis. This may be your blog, but it wouldn't be as interesting if I were to introduce myself instead, right?

Me: ... Is that why you said that about me?

Roya: Hehehe... Yup. 😏

Me: ...*Sigh* Fine. You can introduce yourself.

Roya: Haha! Yes! Now, how should I introduce myself?

*Claps her hands* Ok. Hey y'all. The name's Roya, the demonic thoughts of the dark side of the Dream Reaper herself, and Li Ling's twin sister. Yes, I may be an angel, and we may not look alike, but we truly are sisters. I can also create things, but mine are a little more different. Most things that I can create would be represented by the dark side of the mind, it can be dark and very twisted, like a chainsaw or a pack of savage imps. 😈 And yes, I can also bond with OUR host, Mythra. She can use the powers as well, but she mostly uses our for parkouring and attacking her enemies as tough as she can.

I tend to enjoy many things, but they're mostly things that most people would consider "Fetishes" or "Inappropriate". And sure, they can, but I enjoy them, and others do too, so I'm not hurting anyone. Especially I-

Me: You love a certain Umbra Witch with guns for heels.

Roya: !!! LI LING WTF!?!?!

Me: Hmph. You interrupted me, so it should be fair that I do it too.

Roya: ...You b*tch.

Me: HEY! LANGUAGE!!! 😡🖌️

Roya: ! NOPE!!! 🏃‍♀️💨

(OOC: Yes. Both of these two represent me, and I have a couple more to name. And Roya has a blog as well, though nothing has been posted yet, and it's content is made for people over 18 for reasons. You can check out Roya's blog and my blog as long as you want. Just make sure you're 18 if you want to see the stuff on Roya's content 😅)