#HERES TO ALL OF YALL GETTING THE PRAISE AND BODY YOU DESERVE

[falllenstarr]

My mom was going thru her videos/pictures on her phone and all of a sudden said “omg I never realized how much weight you lost!” And I was like ??? And she came over to show me a video and picture of me from months ago that I REMEMBER being taken and then looking at afterwords and feeling so ashamed. Looking at them again tonight I was so disgusted with myself but then my mom pointed out my body and was like “I never notice cause I’m with you everyday but you’ve lost so much you’re getting so small!” And I just. YEAH. FUCK YEAH. Gotta keep going 💪💪

[vanteguccir]

── ୨୧ !　𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗦𝗘𝗫 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗞𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡

　　　　　　　　　𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: Where Matt just wants to fuck Y/N as his birthday present, it doesn't matter that it's in the kitchen and they can be caught by his brothers.

WARNING: SMUT ‼️ making-out, fingering, p in v, skin biting, slightly dom!Matt, public sex, praising kink, probability of getting caught.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by @flouqiis

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

A/N²: I promise this is the last one for their birthday (or not, yall can send more requests 🤭) 🙏🏻.

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The house was a flurry of activity, a mix of laughter, banter, and the constant hum of preparations. Balloons, streamers, and banners filled the living room, all in bright colors that celebrated the triplets' birthday.

The kitchen was warm while Y/N hummed softly to herself, her mind lost in the rhythm of cooking for the three birthday boys who rushed around to prepare their party. She was stirring the pot when she felt a presence behind her. Before she could turn, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist, and she felt a warm kiss on the side of her neck, a very known perfume invading her nostrils.

"Hey there." Matt’s voice was a low murmur against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine.

His lips were soft yet insistent, trailing from the base of her neck to just below her ear, sending shivers down her spine. His hands, initially resting on her hips, moving in slow, deliberate motions. They traveled up her sides, caressing her stomach with a gentle but firm touch. The sensation of his hands gliding over her skin was both soothing and electrifying.

He paused for a moment, savoring the feel of her body against his, rocking their bodies together from side to side slowly before his hands continued their journey upward, brushing against the underside of her boobs. The touch was light, teasing, but it made her breath hitch. He squeezed gently, his thumbs brushing over her nipples through the fabric of her shirt, making her gasp softly.

"Matt." She whispered, a soft smile playing on her lips. "We’re in the kitchen. Your brothers are here."

He chuckled, his breath hot on her neck.

"They finally left. They’re going to be out for an hour or so."

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. She turned her head slightly to look at him, her eyes meeting his. There was a glint of mischief in his gaze, a look she had come to know well.

"Babe, we don’t have time for this. We have so much to do." She indicated the mess of birthday items around the living room with her chin.

"But it’s my birthday." He said in a whine tone, his hands sliding down to her hips, pulling her closer. "I deserve a little something, don’t you think?"

Y/N hesitated for a moment, but the feeling of his hands on her body, the warmth of his breath on her skin, was enough to melt her resistance. She turned off the stove and leaned back against him, her resolve crumbling.

"Okay." She whispered, her voice barely audible.

Matt wasted no time. He turned her around to face him, capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. His hands roamed over her body, pulling her closer, pressing her against the kitchen counter. Y/N’s hands found their way to his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. The world outside the kitchen seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them in their bubble of heat and desire.

He kissed her fervently, his lips capturing hers with a hunger that had been building all day. His tongue parted her lips, exploring her mouth with a passion that made her head spin. She matched his intensity, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the connection between them.

His hands roamed over her back, pulling her flush against him, as if trying to fuse their bodies into one. The taste of him was intoxicating, a mix of desire and the faint hint of the coffee he’d had earlier. She could feel his heart beating against her chest, a steady rhythm that matched the frantic pace of her own.

Matt’s hands slid down her back, cupping her ass and lifting her effortlessly. He moved with a purpose, not breaking their heated kiss as he guided her from the counter to the table. It was a blind dance, their movements instinctual and urgent. Her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him close as he carried her.

With a firm but gentle touch, he helped her sit up, his hands sliding up her back to support her. Y/N’s breath hitched as she felt the cool surface of the table against her skin, only covered by small cotton shorts, contrasting sharply with the heat of his touch. His fingers traced a path up her spine, making her shiver with anticipation.

"Matt..." She whispered breathlessly against his lips, pleading.

"I know dove, I know. Let me make you feel good, yeah?" He muttered back before locking their lips back together.

Their kiss grew even more intense, their lips moving together in a desperate dance. Matt’s hands found their way under her shirt, lifting it over her head and tossing it aside. He broke the kiss for a moment to look at her, his eyes dark with desire.

"You’re so pretty." He murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "My best birthday present in every year, yeah?"

Y/N could only moan in response, her body trembling with need. She pulled him back to her, their lips crashing together once more. Matt’s hands moved to her tits, squeezing gently, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. She gasped against his lips, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her.

"Babe-" She whispered, her voice a mix of urgency and longing. "I need you. P-please."

"I need you too, dove." He replied, his voice a low growl. "I've been thinking about this all day."

He undid her shorts, pulling them down with her lace panties and tossing them aside. Y/N shivered at the cool air against her skin, but the feeling was quickly replaced by the heat of Matt’s touch. With a deliberate slowness, his fingers traveled down, teasing her inner thighs before finally reaching her core.

"We shouldn't be doing this in here." She muttered breathlessly, her tone betraying her own thoughts and sounding like a moan, trembling with a mix of desire and concern.

Matt's lips curled into a cocky smile, his eyes dark with lust.

"It's my birthday, babe. Remember?" He said, his voice a low, seductive growl. "I deserve it."

He slipped a finger inside her, moving it with expert precision, curling it just right to hit her most sensitive spots. His thumb pressed against her clit, adding to the intense sensation.

Y/N gasped, her body arching towards him, her hands gripping the edge of the table so tight that her fingers took a white color.

"Oh, Matt." She moaned, her voice thick with desire. "Please."

He could feel her body responding, her hips bucking slightly, soft moans escaping her lips repeatedly. The sound was like music to his ears, urging him on.

"Shit, sweetheart." He whispered, his lips brushing against her cheek. "You feel so good. So tight around my finger."

Her moans grew louder as his finger moved faster, deeper, his thumb circling her clit with increasing pressure. He could feel her getting wetter, her body opening up to him, and he knew she was close.

"Fuck- I can't wait to feel you around my dick." He murmured, his voice a low growl.

Her moans hit his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. He could feel her getting closer, her body tensing with anticipation.

Y/N’s mind was a whirl of sensation. She could barely breathe, her body trembling with need.

"Matt, please." She begged louder, her voice cracking as her fingers danced to his wrist, squeezing the area. "I-I need you. 'Need you inside of me. Please, please, please-"

He didn't make her wait any longer, slowly withdrawing his finger, earning a soft whimper from her. He brought his hand to his mouth, tasting her, savoring the sweet, salty flavor. His eyes never left hers, smirking with her desperate reactions.

He undid his sweatpants, letting them fall to the floor, followed by his boxers. His erection sprang free, hard and ready, aching to be inside her. He gripped her thighs, spreading them wider, positioning himself at her entrance.

"Are you ready, baby?" He asked, his voice a low, husky whisper.

She nodded, her eyes filled with need.

"Yes." She whispered, her voice trembling. "Please, Matt. Plea-"

With one swift motion, he thrust into her, filling her completely, a loud and high-pitched moan scaping from his girl. The sensation was overwhelming, her warm tightness wrapping around him like a glove. He groaned, his hands gripping her thighs roughly, holding her in place as he started to move.

"Fuck, you feel so good." He groaned, his voice thick with desire, his head falling behind exposing his adam's apple. "So tight, so made just for me."

Y/N could only moan in response, her body trembling with pleasure. He moved faster, deeper, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, matching his rhythm.

"Matt." She gasped, her voice barely a whisper. "Don't stop. Please, don't sto-op."

He didn't. He thrust into her harder, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer.

"So fucking good." He whispered, his voice a low growl. "My perfect little thing."

Y/N clung to him as if her life depended on it, her fingers digging into the muscles of his back. She pulled him closer - if that was even possible -, her nails leaving faint trails on his skin. Her head fell on his shoulder, her breath hot against his neck as she brushed her lips on his skin, kissing and licking the sensitive spot there. Each touch of her lips sent shivers down his spine, driving him wild with desire.

"Babe, fuck! Oh my God-" She moaned against his neck, her voice trembling with need. "Don't stop. Please, never- never stop."

Her words spurred him on, fueling the fire within him. He thrust into her harder, his movements rough and relentless, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. He gripped her thighs tightly, his fingers sinking into her skin, holding her in place as he drove into her with a fervor that bordered on desperation.

"Shit, dove." He groaned, his voice a low growl. "You feel so good. So fucking good around me."

Her moans grew louder, arching her back with all the intense feelings, pressing her chest against his, her nipples brushing against his chest. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through both of them.

Matt's hands roamed over her body, his fingers digging into her flesh as he held her closer. He could feel her body trembling, her warm and wet walls tightening around him with each thrust. Her kisses on his neck grew more frantic, her warm tongue tracing wet patterns on his skin as she moaned his name.

"Fucking- God-" She gasped, her voice thick with desire. "I'm so close. S-so fucking clo-ose, Matt."

"Me too, dove." He whispered against her ear, his voice rough with need, cracking slightly. "I want you to cum with me, baby. Can you do that f'me?"

She nodded repeatedly, her eyes closed tightly, her eyes rolling behind her eyelids, lost in the sensation of him inside her.

"Yes." She moaned. "Shit- yes, Matt. Everything. 'Will always do everything-"

He increased his pace, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. The sound of their bodies moving together filled the kitchen and living room, a symphony of pleasure and desire. He could feel her getting closer, her body tensing below him, her walls sucking him in desperately, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

"You're mine." He whispered, his voice a low growl. "All mine. Mine to use, mine to please, mine to feel, yeah? All mine, dove."

"Yes." She moaned, her voice high-pitched echoing around them and ringing against her own ears. "All yours, only yours."

Her words sent him over the edge. With one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his muscles tensing roughly. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, pressing his face against the warm, sweaty region, his lips circling the curve, exhaling her sweet smell.

The sensation of his orgasm invaded him in a strong wave that made him desperately search for support, his hands flattening the table beside Y/N's hips while his fingers pressed hard into the wooden surface.

Matt's teeth grazed the sensitive skin, closing instinctively around it, sinking into the sensitive flesh, a loud and long groan escaping his lips followed by a sensual and very pornographic moan from Y/N.

The sensation of pain and pleasure that Matt's gesture brought her triggered her own orgasm, her muscles tightening in an almost painful way as she finally came.

"Matt- Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She cried out his name, her fingers digging into his back with as much force as before, her body trembling hard with pleasure. The sensation was overwhelming, waves of ecstasy crashing over her, leaving her breathless.

They stayed like that for a moment, lost in the aftermath of their intimacy. Their bodies were pressed together, their breaths mingling, their hearts beating in unison. Matt's hands roamed over her back, soothing her, grounding her.

He slowly pulled his teeth away from Y/N's skin, a feeling of unexpected arousal invading his body as his eyes noticed the small marks his mouth had left there. A cocky smirk stretched across his face, his lips brushing her neck over the marks before sealing the skin in a small kiss.

"Shit, dove-" Matt began, but before he could finish his sentence, the sound of keys against the lock of the front door sounded from downstairs, interrupting him.

Y/N widened her eyes comically, her hands snaking from his back to his chest, pushing him away forcefully.

"Matt-" She started, being interrupted by voices coming from downstairs.

"We're back!"

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[nicolasbitch]

the way some people talk about luke & nicola is disgusting.

at first, the "bridgerton glow up" was a fun joke, but now people are taking it too far. it is literally just a better haircut and better wardrobe that is all the glow up is. i saw someone call luke "ugly and fat." as if he isn't a real human being. just straight up called him ugly and fat and then proceeded to objectify him in the trailer and say he "redeemed himself." respectfully, you can fuck all the way out of here with that. that is such a fucked up thing to say. and i wasn't online when it happened but apparently, these fuckwads are the reason why luke doesn't smile with his teeth much anymore? idk if that's true, but if it is you are a villain. an actual villain. you bullied someone into not smiling, are you proud of yourself?

and nicola. i don't even want to quote the things i've seen said about her. she is a queen. a queen. and yeah, people bring up her body and her looks and say she doesn't deserve to be the lead. the casual fatphobia is disgusting, to say the least. nicola has literally been promoting 3 things at the same time, and she has not lagged on either project. she is the reason we have bts from filming and are getting important moments from rmb. she is a professional and she has a heart of gold. she is also chronically on line (affectionately) so she does see all the shit you antis post. and, i can't even believe i need to say this, that shit hurts. because she is a human being. she has explicitly stated, multiple times, that she wants the focus to be on her work and not on her body. thinking caps on: why do you think that is?

they are both human beings with real feelings. no one is saying you have to love penelope or colin or polin, but they are fictional characters. they won't get affected by some of the fucked up shit yall say. but luke and nicola are real human beings. you can have opinions on them, we all do, but if it isn't positive, maybe shut the fuck up?

it also needs to be said that a lot of the hate comes from people who are fans of kanthony. i usually wouldn't call them out but name but it's true. the person who called luke ugly and fat had anthony bridgerton in her user name. she also had an israeli flag in her bio but that's another rant. most of the hate i see about polin and luke and nic come from people who stan kanthony and/or are huge fans of jonny and/or simone. and that is 50 shades of fucked up. do you think they want fans like that? fans who will say disgusting things about their friends/colleagues and then turn around and praise them? jonny literally calls luke his little brother. no one is saying you have to love polin, but why do you need to say this shit? why can't you just quietly stan kanthony and go about your lives? why do you feel the need to bring down not only fictional characters, but real people?

[artdcnaldson]

https://x.com/valfemdom/status/1820198256074252566?s=46

https://x.com/cuddlesfemdom/status/1820196996319433088?s=46

https://x.com/evafemdom/status/1692915657703034982?s=46

https://x.com/mommymegsboys/status/1819478998423879889?s=46

https://x.com/catboydoodie/status/1819412882490118462?s=46

Here are some of those links I was talking abt cat hehehehe

Also can I be 🍓 anon?

RAHHHHHHH this is so perfect im so obsessed i hope u enjoy my little musings for each 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ happy to expand on any of them if yall want!!

Link 1 — this is soooo teasing virgin!Art to me <333 he’s so desperate for pussy but you tease him telling him his virginity is special and he needs to think before he just gives it away 🥰 but he can fuck your thighs, right near your pussy so he feels how wet and sticky he makes you <3

Link 2 — RAHHHHH overstimming Art 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ his tip is all sensitive and achy from you making him cum once, but it’s just so fun to tease over the head of his cock with your fingers and dig your thumb into his tip until he’s whining and his body jerks with each pass of your hand mhmm mhmmm

Link 3 — Imagining this as an older Art, maybe 2011-ish era? Still got his pretty princess curls but he’s def a little more confident, a baby dom in the making 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ grinding on your strap, fucking into your hand, cumming onto your tits to get off bc you were bratty and don’t deserve to cum, but he can still use you to get off 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Link 4 — Frankly this is more Patrick to me bc I simply cannot seperate him from the idea of car sex 😵‍💫 BUT…. Fucking art in his jeep after a first date, face down while he pounds against your ass, windows all fogged up, the car rocking on the chassis. He wants to be a gentleman, wants to take things slow, be a decent guy, but your fucking skimpy dress and fuck me eyes were too much for the poor boy :(( just needs to rail into that soaked, tight pussy until his car smells like sex and he needs his car realigned.

Link 5 — ouhghughhhh jerking off art and playing w him after a big match <3 he’s all tired and has so much energy so you just want to help him feel better, to coddle him like he deserves <3 jerking him off with your legs wrapped around him, mouthing at his throat and praising him so sweetly while he whines and pants. Teasing his nipples to really make him squirm. He cums so much, paints all over his chest and tummy until he’s spent and panting and ready to crash.

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

hii

ive been a reader of yours ever since you posted your february filth fest and i have been craving for a continuation of day fifteen: should i? yungi cause i want a dom! yunho x sub! mingi x sub! reader so bad??? it's okay it you don't want to or can't!

all your works are beautiful, so beautiful 🤧 im gatekeeping it 🤧🤧❤️👏

Should I? - Pt 2

a/n: thank you so much 😭 messages like this help get me through rough days and i appreciate that my works are so well received so far:( i hope you enjoy!

Jeong Yunho x fem reader x Song Mingi

"Calm your brat ass down and then we can fuck our girlfriend."

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(>ᴗ•) genre: smut w/o plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: picks up where it left off, poly relationship, threesome, cam/streaming AU, unprotected (boo🗣️), toys, hard daddy dom yunho/sub mingi/sub reader, orgasm control, degradation/name calling, overstim, bj, light dacryphilia, scratching, slapping&spanking, sprinkles of size kink, begging, feral mingi (WRAGAGAGA), dp, cream pie, rough, drooling, praise, soooo much dirty talk im sorry, churning butter, i went way overboard yall the yungi brain rot is getting to me, i skimmed over but didn't really edit

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

It's been far too long in this same position for your own sanity.

    Straddled over Yunhos lap with him pounding your insides, giving the digital audience a good view of how your body reacts to his touch as he pulls your hips up and shows the camera how creamy you've made him before slamming them back down on his. Mingi holding your hands and pulling your chest flush to Yunhos as he whispers how bad he wants to be the one up in your guts or the one getting his rearranged by your boyfriend, just loud enough for the mic to pick it up over the lewd noises that your cunt makes.

    The wet squelching makes it all the harder for you to hold back as Yunho tells you not to cum.

     "Be a good Baby and let Daddy cum first," is his exact words as he feels your gummy walls hugging him tighter all of the sudden. Mingi whimpers in tandem with you, if you can't cum than neither can he. And he knows how defiant you are, you could be here all night fighting not to cum before Yunho.

Mingi lets loose your hands and they immediately wrap up in his hair, bringing him over his shoulder to kiss him. You kneel up higher to make sure his face isn't in frame, so Yunho has to lift his hips with more force to keep knocking into your g-spot, his own face hidden in your chest and nipping at the pebbled flesh there.

"Daddy p-"

"No." His simple denial makes you tug at Mingis hair, a loud moan slipping past his lips as he grinds up on Yunhos back. "I don't care how good it feels, you best not cum until I tell you to."

"Fuck, Daddy, please, she deserves it, look at how good she's taking you, you're so big and she's swallowing you whole," he begs for you, nearly drooling on your head as he holds it close to his neck, watching on the screen as Yunho holds himself up on his hands and pumps into you ruthlessly. "Oh fuck, Yu- Daddy, she's so wet, she wants to cum so bad," he nearly slips up as his own brain short circuits, humping his back and clawing at yours.

      He feels your pain, he has empathy as you cry into his neck, "p-please!" Yunho likes to test you both every so often and see just how long you can hold back without releasing until he says so. But he never says so. He goes and goes and fucks and fucks and fucks until you're forced to cum even without permission, taking a sadistic joy in punishing you for inevitably cumming. It doesn't matter if you held out for one hour or five, he still humiliates you for cumming before he does: especially since you've began streaming. It makes his heart and cock soar to the heavens to make his Babies beg for his forgiveness infront of a live audience, asserting his dominance and near ownership of you both.

"Did I stutter? Do as you're told, Princess," he growls into your chest, a smirk growing on his lips as another whimper sounds from the both of you, "and Min?"

"Yes, Daddy?" He responds eagerly, hands sliding from your back to his stomach, sandwiched between your sweaty bodies as they move in a burning lust.

"Stop humping me and go get our Princess' toy," the mention of it has you writhing, pushing on his shoulders and begging to just cum already.

A blush on his cheeks at the fact that the entire 1,036 viewers now know he was grinding on Yunhos back, he slides off the bed and to the dresser on the other side of the room.

A bright pink rabbit vibrator in his hands, he stands just out of frame as Yunho gets a grip on your hips and pulls you off of him with a pop. "Please, please- just let me cum on your cock, I've been so good!" Your pleading doesn't get you any sympathy from your Daddy, and only gets more pings sounding from the laptop.

He flips you off of him, crawling over you and up your body until his wet cock sits on your cheek. The audience can just see your jaw, lips trembling as you open them to speak. "Can I suck?"

They see Mingi crawl between your legs, keeping his head between your thighs to stay hidden from the side view they have. Yunho grabbing the base of his thick member and tapping the leaking tip on your flushed face. Your fingers gripping the sheets as a vibrating sound starts.

"Daddy, n-no, please don't make him, I want to cum so bad, I won't be able to hold back!" His free hand comes down and cups your jaw gently, sliding his thumb into your begging mouth.

"Go ahead, Min."

Your whine of protest dies down when he slips his tip into your mouth, letting you suck at your own pace as he strokes your cheek. It's almost therapeutic, sucking at him like he's the sweetest lollipop on Earth.

And then your own pleasure returns, making your eyes roll back as Mingi presses the head of the vibrating toy into your gaping cunt. The moans you let out around him makes him grip the headboard, pressing his hips down and making you take more. "Be good, Baby. Don't cum, just take it."

    "Mmhmp," the muffled response makes him chuckle deeply, looking over his shoulder at his other baby- who's in a trance watching your cunt swallow the silicone up greedily and clenching when the extension presses onto your clit.

     "Minnie." His head snaps up just as he's going to pull the toy out and start fucking you on it, his hand slipping and pressing it deep into you as he makes eye contact with Yunhos dark gaze.

     "Daddy?"

  "If you make her cum we can fuck however you like, yeah?" It's just a small thing, really. Mingi knows he'll be able to cum his brains out before the session is over- but to do it in his favorite way? His favorite position? He has to grind down on the bed to relieve the throbbing of his member at the very thought.

"I- fuck, really Daddy?" His hands get back to work before he even gets a reply, fucking the toy into you with a new vigor at the promise of his favorite position.

The way you moan and gag around him makes it hard for Yunho to respond -this being his favorite position- but he gives him a simple "Yes, Baby."

     When he turns back to you, looking down at you as he fucks your mouth, your suspicion that he said that just to make you cum without his permission is etched into stone. He smirks as you begin moaning uncontrollably, the smooth silicone and the way Mingi works it in and out of you and the intense vibration on your begging insides and clit makes it all too hard to hold back- but you do. You look up at him defiantly, as mean as you can as you're gagging on his girth.

    "Awwe~" he coos, slapping your cheek lightly, "you keep acting like a brat and I'll take you over my lap right now, I don't care how many people are watching." He pulls his member from your mouth and sits on your chest, nowhere near his full weight but it makes your head fuzzy all the same. The next slap is a tad harder, "you dirty slut, bet you like having an audience, hmm? Like people seeing how good your boyfriends fuck you?"

     "Daddy!" You call out as you pant, slapping his thighs, "please, please! N- cum!" Your moans make Mingi grind down on the bed harder. He's making you feel so good, he can tell. He's watching so close as you leak around the toy and the way your stomach rises and falls quickly as you try and hold back. He holds the extension it off of your clit and replaces it with his warm tongue, a content groan bubbling up his throat that makes you cum on the spot. "Fuck, fuck, Minnie st-ah!"

You squirt on his face in front of all 1,604 viewers, nails digging into Yunhos thighs as your peak hits you, the toy incessantly vibrating against your swollen walls as Mingi laps at your clit like a man starved and Yunhos fat cock leaks against the column of your breast, his weight keeping you still as you writhe. Mingi's big hands grip your hips, making out with your clit as you continue to unravel, the clenching and wetness of your heat making the toy slide out.

He takes advantage of that and latches onto your abused sex, suckling and licking and nibbling everywhere as you come down. "M-minnie, stop it," your voice is small and wavering as overstimulation settles in, but he doesn't care as he swallows up all of your juices eagerly. "Daddy, s'too much, make him stop!" He sits up and off the bed immediately as you tap his thighs, grabbing the back of Mingi's neck and pulling him away, his tongue still lapping even as he yanked away.

     "What a good boy, you were so good you made her cum," his praise goes straight to his neglected length, making him twitch as he leans into his hold, uncaring as he looks like a scolded kitten in the eyes of the viewers. The way your juices flow down his chin and neck, sliding down his heaving, toned chest as he's held back from devouring you makes the chat explode with activity.

      "Fuck now Daddy," he moans breathlessly as he licks his lips clean, "me in her, you in her. Need it." His short, feral words make the both of you realize what he means. It's his all time favorite place to be. In all the places he traveled, his favorite is pressed close to the two of his most prized loved ones in the most intimate way he can think of, in the safety of his home.

    Even before you began streaming some of your sex life, it made him cum immediately every time and his libido through the roof as he begged and begged to stay there and keep fucking just like that for hours on end until his balls were aching and even then some.

Yunho wordless climbs back into bed behind Mingi, pushing him forward as he caresses his hips. A single kiss on his neck has him reeling, falling over you just how the stream had started-

His large frame covering yours, arms wrapped around your head as his cock slips in with the guidance of Yunhos warm hand.

"Slow Baby, you licked our Princess' brain out," he chuckles as he slides his hands over his hips and to your thighs, holding them apart as Mingi begins thrusting in a wild manner- opposite of Yunhos instructions. "Isn't he so big, Babygirl?"

     A simple broken curse is his response, "f-uck!"

    "N'cum, Daddy," Mingi pants, clawing at your head as he fucks as deep as humanly possible, banging against your cervix and nearly painting your womb as Yunho licks the shell of his ear.

    "Stop." It's as if the world stops when Yunho speaks, all movements paused as he uses his authoritative tone. The slapping of skin stops, replaced with both of your heavy breathing and your whimpers.

Mingi growls into your ear, insides burning as he forces his pleasure to a halt, glaring back at Yunho. "Daddy," he bellows, "I need to fuck her."

"You can wait."

"N-"

"Lay back." Despite the clear tension in his body, Mingi rolls off of you and begins fisting himself while your juices are still warm. "Don't cum."

"I want to cum inside of my girlfriend," he snaps back, holding himself back from tackling Yunho as he lifts you away from his side like a rag doll. He knows he's not the one in control, but his instincts are telling him above all else to simply fuck your brains out and then let Yunho do the same to him.

"Ah," Yunhos dark chuckle is so rough compared to how he turns you around to face Mingi and rests your back on his chest, treating you like a porcelain statue as he kneads your breasts in his hands, engulfing them completely, "your girlfriend? Baby-"

"Yes, I want to fucking fill her up."

"Minnie!" You gasp scandalized, like you didn't just squirt on his face for an audience.

"I want my cum dripping out for days, need-"

"Baby!" Yunho yells lowly, shutting him up. "Deep breaths, calm your brat ass down and then we can fuck our girlfriend."

"M'sorry, Daddy." No he's not. He's only speaking his mind- no matter how feral that mind is at the moment. "Want to fuc-"

    "I don't care what whores want." He growls, clearly spotting that his sub-space is slipping away with how badly he just wants to have cum every where. "You were doing so good, Babyboy. You made our little Princess cum, you fucked her for so long earlier- tsk. And here I was thinking I would reward you." He drags his hands all over your body as he speaks, drowning in the both of your fucked out presences so deeply that he forgets you're streaming. "My sweet boy was replaced by a cum whore."

Mingi whimpers loudly, thrown back into the submissive deep end as Yunho makes you crawl over his hips, guiding you down back onto his cock. "Do you want our Minnie-ah to fill you up first before Daddy joins?"

     "Fuck, Princess, please! Please let me!" Mingi grabs at your body roughly, eyes watery as he looks up beggingly.

      "Yea-"

    Yunho slams your hips together, a scream of pleasure ripping through both of you as his fat tip knocks into your deepest insides. "Ah ah, Ming-" One of his hands leaves your hips and cups your mouth quickly, leaving Mingi to his own devices to make himself cum inside of you.

      "Careful, Babygirl," he coos darkly as he holds you in place for Mingis wild and uncoordinated thrusts, muffling all of your moans as your brain goes dumb and makes you yell out their names. "Such a pretty pair," he moans as he watches his hips bang into yours intently, "good fucking sluts for Daddy, hm?"

You can only respond with moaning and drooling into his hand, but Mingi yells out all of your thoughts. "Fuck, shit, yes! Yes, we're good sluts, we're your good sluts, Daddy's good fuck toys!"

All 4,264 viewers watch as he fucks into you harshly one last time, listening as you squeal out muffledly.

A single moment passes before Yunhos cock is prodding at your stretched hole, fucking into you and joining Mingi with a loud grunt. He grabs your hips roughly once again, fucking into your spent cunt with ease.

"P-please, mercy," you call out as you fold onto Mingi, wetness dripping out of you and soaking everything near.

It feels too good, so good. Mingis warm cum lubing up your insides for the intense stretch of the two goliaths you call your boyfriends. Mingi settled against your g-spot as Yunho tries to fuck his way into your guts. Both of their moans and pants and groans, Mingis feral growling as he wraps his big arms around your waist. "No mercy," his voice barely reaches into your fuzzy head.

"Minnie is right, Princess," he speaks with a slap to your behind, "no mercy."

And there was none, they fucked into you until you were a drooling, begging, sopping wet mess. Both of their cum continual mixed into you with their untamed thrusts. Your clit buzzing and ass sore from your Daddy's punishment. Your back covered in scratches from how long gone Mingi was. The laptop was no doubt overheating as it streamed nonstop for over three hours, viewer count now in the hundred thousands and pinging like crazy with donations, even as the three of you slump onto each other tiredly with the last of your brains calling out to one another.

"My Babies," Yunho speaks softly as he massages your red behind tenderly, watching with a fucked out smile as you nibble at Mingis neck lovingly.

"Daddy," the two of you chime together, clinged to each other for dear life as Yunhos thick member moves a fraction of an inch. "Noooo, stay," Mingi whimpers softly, pressing his cock closer to his in the mess of your cunt.

"I'll be back in just a moment, Sweet Boy, take care of our Princess," he leans and kisses both of your heads as he pulls out. He never lets the stream run as he clean you up, as he takes care of you both. That's too intimate to share with the world, too special.

His cock drips all of your fluids on the bed as a final, new ding sounds out. One that you've never heard before.

You all tiredly turn and look, eyes going wide at the notification on the screen. Jaws dropped at the amount a stranger had just gifted.

your.captain tipped $450

Let me join next time ;)

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[hwaslayer]

project: make you love me (jyh) | six.

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—summary: yunho can’t stand how you’re so wrapped up in the notorious campus fuckboy, park seonghwa. he would gladly love you the way you deserve, despite being shy, awkward and the complete opposite of seonghwa. thus, when he finds himself spending more time with you over literature reviews and random study sessions, he decides to take on the challenge to win you over.

—pairing: jeong yunho x f. reader x park seonghwa

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers/friends to lovers, college au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 3.5k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing, sweet yuyu per usual, seonghwa moment (sorry yes he's back briefly lmao), crying & some overthinking, next few chapters will prob feel like lil filler chapters while things progress between oc x yunho <33 we are almost there yall, promise!!

Yunho parks his car in the driveway, clicking the key fob to make sure his doors are locked after he grabs his things from the trunk. Entering the house, it's a lot quieter than expected— typically, he has family members or close neighbors over even if they're just there to sit in the kitchen and gossip with his aunt and mom.

When he sets his things down and walks further into the house, he realizes why it's so quiet in the house.

"Yunho! Our handsome boy!" His aunt yells from the backyard where she sits with his mom, two neighbors and their two friends. Yunho feels the heat rise to his cheeks because even though this is happens constantly— he's still not used to the praising and babying from his own family members.

"Hi." He gives them a toothless smile and waves, helping himself to a seat right next to his mom. "Miss Universe herself, how are you feeling?" His mom chuckles before playfully hitting his arm.

"I'm doing okay, my love. I missed you."

"I'm here now, right? Did your appointment go okay?" He swings his arm around her chair and focuses all of his attention on her. 

"Yeah, it went perfectly fine. I felt a bit tired and weak afterwards, but nothing some good rest and food couldn't fix." Yunho nods.

"Okay, that's good."

"How about you, tell me all about school? I think your mom is missing some details." She says with a small smirk and Yunho can't help but playfully roll his eyes.

"Didn't you wanna go to the grocery store?" He changes the subject, his aunt immediately catching on to the shift in his body language.

"Yunho has a girlfriend, I think." She says to her neighbors while smirking at him. Yunho's mom laughs it off, standing to save her son from the oncoming comments, teasing, etc etc.

"Suho." His mom says in a scolding manner, slight drip of playfulness to it. "Don't you have a list of things we need to get at the grocery store?"

"Oh shit, you're right." She says, hurrying into the kitchen for her list. Yunho laughs and bids farewell to their friends, following his mom and aunt into the kitchen. His mom grabs the list from her sister, asking if she needs anything else or if she wants food from anywhere before they return. She simply says no and says she'll be heading out with her friends soon— that the both of them should just enjoy shopping and eating wherever they'd like.

And so with that, Yunho carefully helps his mom get settled before hopping into the driver's seat. His music is softly playing in the background, while his mom continues to tell him about how her appointments have been and the people she's encountered. He starts to laugh when she mentions one of the technicians at the dialysis center, and how she's bragged about him to her countless times.

"Okay mom, I appreciate it but you don't have to play cupid." He smiles at her before shifting his attention back to the road.

"I know, but sometimes I worry about you." She gently squeezes his bicep. "I can't help it because I'm your mom. You do a great job taking care of everyone else, sometimes I just want someone to help take care of you."

"I'll be okay."

"I know, I know." She lets out a breath before toothlessly smiling at him. "But, you get where I'm coming from."

"I think so."

"What about your friend?"

"What friend?"

"From school? The one you talked about, you know? Helping with her assignments."

"Oh, right." Yunho chuckles. "What about her?"

"Well, what's her name?"

"You're gonna look for her on Facebook."

"I am not." She playfully hits him, making him laugh. 

"Her name is Y/N."

"Beautiful name. I'm sure she's very pretty." Yunho shrugs.

"Y-yeah she is. But, we're really just friends. We click pretty easily. Surprisingly."

"What do you mean surprisingly? You're the sweetest and the friendliest boy I know. And I'm not saying that because I'm your mother."

"You're definitely saying that because you're my mother." He laughs.

"Why don't you see where it goes?"

"I never said I wouldn't." He laughs a bit. "I'm also not going to force anything."

"That's fair. She seems to be a good friend, though."

"She is. She's sweet."

♣︎ FLASHBACK

"Yunho!" You happily head down the steps when you see him standing there, patiently waiting for you. He has his hands dug deep into his pockets, hood on his head. A small, tiny smile tugs at the corner of his lips when you finally come face to face and stand in front of his towering figure. "Hey you." You gently poke at his arm.

"What's up?" He starts to lead the way with slow, steady steps— walking down his usual path around the complex. 

"Kinda just wanted to take a quick walk." 

"Feeling okay?"

"Yeah. Just tired."

"You're telling me. How's practice been?"

"Practice is practice. It's fun to be doing it with friends though." He nods, silently walking alongside of you. "How's Yeosang?" He chuckles.

"Yeosang is Yeosang. Currently still yelling at his screen."

"You guys should game together."

"We do when he decides to play Valorant, but he's more into League." He scratches at his temple. "I must sound very attractive right now." You laugh a bit.

"That sounds very fun. You'll have to teach me one day."

"You sure about that?"

"Yeah, why not. I'd probably have to play on a dummy account or something so I don't ruin your level." You tilt your head in confusion. "Ranks? Whatever they're called." He smiles.

"Fair." You laugh.

"Wow, so you don't believe in my abilities, huh?"

"You said it first."

"Yunho." You whine, making him laugh a little loudly this time.

"I'm kidding. I believe in you. It's really not that bad." You smile, but it quickly fades when you almost bump into Yunho just as he suddenly stops in his tracks. "Look." He looks down at you, then points upwards. "The moon." You stand beside him and look up at the moon. 

"It's beautiful."

"Hm, yeah." He snaps a photo. "Sorry, I didn't mean to stop."

"No, please. I like seeing these parts of you." He smiles.

"Yeah?" You nod. "You don't think it's odd?"

"I could never think that way about you, Yunho." You playfully tap his arm. "Seriously. It's nice to see someone appreciate the moon."

"Someone has to." You giggle as you both continue to slowly walk alongside each other, arm brushing against one another. 

♣︎ END

"Please don't forget to bring her by one day. I'd still like to meet her."

"Meet her?"

"You've been happier lately, and that's all I could ask for. She sounds lovely."

"Okay." Yunho nods and smiles at her just as he pulls into the lot of the market. 

Yunho patiently goes around with his mom, placing every item she needs into the cart while she points out what's needed. They spend a good 45 minutes, close to an hour, just taking their time buying what's needed and other necessities. Afterwards, Yunho takes his mom to her favorite Chinese restaurant. They spend time talking about all things school-related and what his plans might be for the near future. 

And Yunho loves being home, don't get him wrong. He'd always spend time with his family over anything. But, he couldn't help but think of you— especially after his mom brought you up.

He hopes you're okay. Maybe he'll check on you tonight.

Tonight, you wrap up your homework and waddle over to the couch— joining Seungmin and Chaery in the living room while they watch their show. Soobin is cooking himself some dinner since he just got back not too long ago from the library.

"Any of you guys want some ramen before I shut this off?"

"Nope!" Seungmin yells loudly even though he's just in the living room.

"Same. Thanks Soobinnie." Chaery says in a sing-song tone. You simply look at Soobin with a small smile, shaking your head before returning your attention to your phone. A text comes in and you're [slightly] surprised at who it is— but, you definitely can't say that it doesn't put a smile on your face.

yunho: take a look at the moon if you haven't yet.

But, your smile instantly fades when you can't respond right away. A call cuts through on your screen, and it's probably the last person you want to speak to right now— even though you know you need to.

"Hello?" You answer nonchalantly, not in the mood to speak to Seonghwa.

"Hey. Are you free right now?" You sigh and look at the clock. 10pm.

"Yeah, I am."

"Can you come down? I'm here in my car."

"For what, Seonghwa?" You hear him sigh heavily on the other line before speaking up again.

"I just want to talk. We haven't talked in days and I'm trying to figure out what's going on between us." 

"Seonghwa—"

"Y/N, please. That's all I'm asking for." He says in a serious tone. You roll your eyes and purse your lips together, pausing for a moment before responding.

"Fine. I'll be down in a few."

"Alright." And with that, you end the call— sliding your phone into the pocket of your sweats before forcing yourself off of the couch to grab the nearest jacket.

"My jacket?" Soobin watches as you snatch his jacket off of the dining table chair.

"I just need it for a second. Please?" You pout and he nods.

"Where are you going?" Chaery asks while her and Seungmin continue to watch their show, her eyes fixed on the TV.

"Seonghwa wants to talk."

"Oh, jeez." She says. "Goodluck with that, hun. Call if you need anything."

"Yup!" You slip into your crocs, dragging your feet down the steps and to Seonghwa's car. He's parked by the curb, windows slightly rolled down so you're able to catch a peek of him. He's staring down at the phone near his lap, the light illuminating his face. He texts away even as you approach the door, but chucks it into his middle console after he's sent whatever he needed to send. You plop onto the passenger's seat and avoid eye contact, crossing your arms as you look straight ahead at the car in front of his.

"Hi to you, too." He furrows his brows a bit. 

"So, what is it Seonghwa?" You finally turn to him and let out a barely audible sigh.

"Baby, come on." Seonghwa clicks his teeth and pouts a bit. He slips his hand on your thigh and lets it rest there. "I said I was sorry. I know I fucked up majorly, but something just came up and—"

"Something came up? Something always comes up for you. You couldn't even take one second to text me or let me know? It doesn't take much."

"I know, I thought I was going to be able to make it in time."

"Right. I've heard that before."

"I'm sorry." He repeats.

"Heard that before too." You shake your head. "Seonghwa, I think we should just stop doing this, okay? Clearly, you have better things to worry about and I'm just tired."

"W-what?" He looks at you, really looks at you. Almost in disbelief. Probably disbelief. "Baby, I don't wanna do that. I don't wanna lose you."

"It doesn't matter if you do, you always have someone to fall back onto." You shoot back, and he's silent. Of course he is. "I thought so."

"No, you're not giving me time to get my thoughts together." He panics. "Y/N, baby. Please. Hear me out. I don't wanna lose you. I really don't. I know I fucked up time and time again, but I'll do better. It's always been you and—"

"You're only worried about losing the idea of me, someone who will be there as your safety blanket when other shit doesn't pull through for you. You aren't actually worried about me, and you know I'm right." He scoffs and shakes his head, but he doesn't say anything, no. He can't say anything because he knows it's true. He quickly deflects and brings up the one thing that has been running his last nerve lately:

"Why don't you just say that it's Yunho?"

"This has nothing to do with Yunho, Seonghwa! I'm so tired. It's been months of this back and forth bullshit, don't you get it? It's so clear what this means to you, and I don't wanna stick around, waiting for somebody that doesn't even care about me."

"Don't say that I don't care—"

"You don't!" Your tone raises a bit, and this is when it settles that Seonghwa isn't good for you. He will never be good for you, good to you. He will never change, and you will never find an ounce of pure, genuine happiness being stuck here. "You really don't. You can't claim that when I've caught you multiple times doing shit behind my back, let alone left my ass in the cold like I was easily disposable. Multiple times." Tears are pricking your bottom lids and you're not sure if it's because of everything you've been through or if it's because you feel bad for yourself— for settling, for letting him walk over you. You are aware that, however this ends, you'll need to take a moment and say your peace to it. "I'm so done with it, Hwa. I don't need this."

"Wait, Y/N. Please." He says, hand giving your thigh a gentle squeeze so you don't up and leave right away. 

"No. We're just going to go in circles and repeat the cycle. This is done—"

"How can I fix this?" You furrow your brows and shake your head, letting out a scoff.

"You really have to ask? If you really wanted to know, you would've asked that question a long time ago." You remove his hand from your thigh.

"So, that's it?" He asks because he doesn't know how else to respond without sounding even more pathetic. "Y/N." Hwa panics again when he sees you swing the door open, stepping out without saying another word to him. Though, he couldn't really tell you why he panicked— perhaps, yeah, it's the thought of losing you, but mainly his image. How he'd look if people ever found out that you left him first. 

And you know this already.

In plain words, he's just worried about losing another girl on his list. Especially the one that was always there for him, the one that rarely gave him issues. Didn't get strung up too quickly, didn't really press him for shit over the months.

Damn.

Even though you said it had nothing to do with him, Seonghwa still thinks Yunho played a part in it. And that's fucking annoying.

"Y/N!" You hear him call for you again, even after you've slammed his door and stormed off to your apartment. You feel the tears pricking your lids again, and you're doing your best to hold it in. But eventually, the tears stream down your cheeks; one by one.

This is you saying your peace.

Then, you'll move on. As you should.

"Baby is back!" Chaery cheers but her smile instantly fades when she sees you wiping away at your face. "Aw no, baby. What happened?" You shrug as she comes to you and pulls you into her arms.

"I just ended it with Seonghwa."

"Oh shit, good for you! Finally!" Seungmin is still sitting on the floor, so he flicks her on the leg. "Ow! The heck?"

"What she means to say is that everything's gonna be okay, and that it's okay to cry if you need to." He looks at her and she follows with a slow nod.

"Yes, absolutely." You wipe the remaining stragglers and shake it off, returning Soobin's jacket to the dining chair.

"It's fine, I'll be okay. I needed to do that." You look at them with a reassuring expression. "It's just time to move past this." Chaery rubs your back.

"Do you need anything?" You shake your head. 

"No, but I'm going to head into the room and just chill for the night."

"Okay." Chaery gives you a small smile.

"Get some rest." Soobin adds.

"I will." You head off to the bathroom to wash up and get ready for bed. It's still early but you don't think you'll be sleeping anytime soon with the thoughts that are currently bombarding your head. It does suck to finally part from something that no longer serves you, but you know it's for the best.

You were done.

Suddenly, you remember Seonghwa bringing up Yunho and it begins to irritate you. How dare he? He knows nothing about Yunho, and you hate how he's the first one he tries to blame. Shame that he's grown but can't take full responsibility for his actions. Until this day, Seonghwa has yet to fully acknowledge everything he's done.

He still finds a way to beat around the bush, implying that he did no wrong.

You shut off the lights and lay in bed with the mood lamp on, picking up your phone to finally respond to people. You sent your mom and sister a quick text before switching to Yunho's thread— realizing you still haven't responded to his last text.

you: ugh, that picture is perfect. the moon is sooo pretty tonight. 🥺

you: sorry for the late response, kinda got wrapped up with something super last min. how's your weekend going?

yunho: why the sad face? 😣

you: it'd be nice if we could go on a walk and look at the moon together.

yunho: aw yeah, that does sound nice. but, i hope the picture at least put a smile on your face.

yunho: & you don't have to apologize. but, it's been nice being at home and catching up with my family. what about you? everything okay?

you: i don't know? it's okay, i guess. just kinda tired.

yunho: you sure that's it?

you: no. 😕 but, it's nothing really.

yunho: calling you in a few, is that okay?

you: more than okay!

You continue to scroll through your phone for a couple of more minutes before Yunho's name lights up on the screen. A small smile pulls at your lips just as you pick up the call, Yunho rustling around in the background.

"Hi." You hear a bit more rustling before Yunho is letting out a [content] sigh.

"Hey, sorry. Just got in bed."

"That's okay." You chuckle. "I'm also lying down and just being lazy."

"Good, you should just rest." Yunho clears his throat. "You okay?"

"Mm, I don't know. I guess."

"What's going on?"

"I ended things with Seonghwa tonight." He remains silent for a bit before he responds with a—

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Again, just moving on." You chuckle a bit. "I did cry a teensy weensy bit, but I needed to let it out in order to let it go."

"Yeah, totally understandable. You sure you're okay? It's okay if you aren't."

"I am okay. It does suck though, we argued and then I just—" You pause. "I don't know. I guess I realized how this wasn't good for me. Everything came crashing down and I was so over it."

"Mhm." He softly answers, letting you continue on.

"I don't wanna keep being like that, you know? I don't say much, but I always feel anxious and stressed. I always end up thinking about what Seonghwa will do to hurt me next. That sounds so bad, but it's the best way to put it." You sigh. "It's just not good."

"I'm sorry, Y/N. It's not. But, it's okay if you aren't okay right now. Take your time."

"Thanks Yunho. Seriously. I'll be good." You let out a small, breathy laugh. "Just a moment of weakness."

"Not weakness." There's a small pause as you let Yunho's response sink.

"Hey, by the way. We're doing a scary movie night thing at our apartment soon. Do you wanna come over and join us?"

"Hm." He hums, thinking about whether or not he should just do it. 

"Come on, it'll be fun."

"Fun for you because I'm sure I'll end up as your punching bag when things get too scary." You chuckle.

"No, not even! Seriously. We'll have lots of food."

"What movie are you planning to put on?"

"Would that be a dealbreaker?" You tease.

"Maybe." He plays along.

"I truly have no idea yet."

"Alright then." He laughs. "Yeah, I'll join." You gasp.

"Really?"

"Yeah." He reiterates.

"Aw, yay! I hope you didn't feel pressured or obligated." Yunho sits on his response for a bit; no, he doesn't feel that way. It might be new hanging out with you and your friends, but he was looking forward to just being in your company.

"Never that." 

"I'll text you all the details later." You yawn.

"Sleepy?"

"Kinda. Just exhausted."

"I can go if you—"

"Stay. You're good. Even though I might fall asleep soon." You giggle.

"That's fine." Yunho answers. The two of you continue to talk a bit about how home has been for Yunho and what you had been up to over the weekend. After the cute giggles and playful teasing, there's a nice, comforting silence that falls between you two. Yunho almost believes you've fallen asleep until you sleepily break the silence by calling his name.

"Yunho?" There you go, calling his name like you always do. It's becoming a weakness for him.

"Hm?"

"Thanks for always showing me the moon."

"Course." He matches your tone, and responds close to a whisper. Another silence settles in, but Yunho is positive you've fallen asleep due to the very small and soft snores he hears on the other line. He chuckles to himself before setting his phone aside, keeping the call connected on speaker in case anything went wrong.

He'd be there.

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jealous? draco malfoy smut

summary: you make draco jealous because you think he’s more in love with pansy than with you

warnings: smut and fluff, aged up malfoy, mdni, degradation, yelling, mentions of cheating.

For the last few weeks, you started to realize Draco has been spending less time with you. You'd ask him if he needs help with his homework and he'd answer with "Not today Pansy is going to help me with my work." You just accepted it, and walked away.

Valentine's Day was approaching and you wanted to surprise him with a romantic walk around Hogsmeade. But you thought he would make another excuse and hang out with Pansy. So you decide to try to get you man back.

Today you rose your skirt higher to make it shorter and tightened the white collar top with a rubber band in the back. When you walked into the great hall everyone's head turned and so did Draco's. Draco heard a kid next to him saying "Bloody hell, that's your girlfriend malfoy?" He responded like he usually would "Yes, prick do you want her or something?" "No just asking." "Whatever." Draco scoffed.

Draco noticed that you were walking towards the Gryffindor table where you tap Harry's shoulder. "Hii, Harry can I sit here." Harry looked up at you trying not to look at your body knowing that you and Draco were dating. "I mean sure, if you want." Harry said shyly.

You sat down and you asked Harry "Where is everyone else?" He answered with "They're somewhere, they should be here soon." You nod your head. Looking back at Draco to see if he was looking. His jaw was clenched. His veins going up his arms. It's a sight to see for sure. You turned your head back to Harry. Your fingers gently graze Harry's thigh.

"Y/n aren't you with Malfoy?" "No." You replied. At this point, Draco was pretty much red. Draco walked up to you and grabbed your wrist. He dragged you to the guy's bathroom.

"DRACO WHAT THE FUCK!?" "WHAT THE FUCK, I SHOULD BE ASKING THAT QUESTION Y/N!" "ALL OF A SUDDEN YOU WANT TO FUCK POTTER?!" Draco yelled. "You rolled your eyes and started to walk out of the room. Draco grabbed your wrist again and pinned you to the wall. "You really think you can just walk off like that huh?" y/l/n.

"Do you want me to fuck some sense into you?" Draco's hands started to wander his hand curved down your waist to the curve of your ass. "Maybe I do want you to." You responded.

Draco let out a sigh and smirked. "You want me to do what exactly y/n/l?" "Draco don't be fucking tease." "You already know." "I don't," Draco said. His hands now reached up your skirt rubbing circles on your clit through your underwear. "What do you want?" "ughhhh you groaned annoyed. I want you to fuck me Draco, okay, I want you.

"Your a freaky little slut aren't you? "My freaky little slut." "Your pussy started to get wetter just by Draco's words. Draco directed you to a bathroom stall telling you to sit. He pulled off your underwear. and unbuckled his belt. "No foreplay?" You ask. "No bratty sluts like you don't deserve to be spoiled with words of praise and kisses," Draco replied talking of his pants. Draco pulled off his underwear and his dick sprang up and touched his lower stomach. "You're so wet already huh?" "Needy whore." Draco's words made you melt. As much as you loved to be praised you loved to be degraded just as much. Draco lined up his cock with your hole and pushed in. You both let out a sigh of pleasure. "Fuckk y/l/n." "This is what needy little sluts get." They get fucked, fucked like the little bitch they are.

You were a moaning mess. Draco's words with the mix of his cock going deep inside you made you crazy.

imma finish this later<33 and just so yall know draco wasn't cheating he had a surpise for u you'll see the plot later.

[shurisbathwater]

𝖯𝖮𝖵 : 𝖬𝖮 𝖶𝖠𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖳𝖮𝖭 𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖶𝖲 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖧𝖮𝖶 𝖳𝖮 𝖴𝖲𝖤 𝖠 𝖦𝖴𝖭.

𝖭𝖮𝖳𝖤𝖲 :: VERY MUCH Suggestive, black fem reader.  rivals/ enemies to lovers (??)

When I tell u I was trying not to bust while writing thi– its funny how little is more lmao. Anyway enjoy, I have more fics of wifey that I'm working on so I hope u can accept this for now 🤭💕

𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖬𝖴𝖳𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖤𝖣 curses under your breath as you shot the gun once again, not getting the target for what felt like the millionth time. You throw the gun in frustration and sigh. You  begin to sluggishly walk back to your cabin in defeat.

"Need help?" A voice asks you. You freeze in your tracks as you realise who the voice exactly is.

Mo Washington. The only person you could ever go weak over, and she knows that. She enjoys seeing the effect of the power she has over you, and how her touch could simply make your knees weak in an instant.

"Its all good, I was done here anyways..." You mutter, your back still to her, letting your pride get the best of you. You could never, ever, admit to her of all people that you needed help. Never. She'd hang it over your head for eternity.

"You shouldn't lie to me, you know?" You hear her footsteps coming towards you, and the hairs on your neck rise in an instant.

You felt her presence behind you, and your breath hitched as she leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"I see right through 'ya." She breathed into your neck, chuckling lightly as you trembled under her, though she hadn't even touched you. She sees the gun laying on the ground and puts it into your hand, looking into your eyes for a split second. She walks back behind you.

You both knew the sexual tension you had with eachother, but yet none of you would act on it. It was better this way you thought.

You manage to aim the gun with your shaky and clammy hands, looking straight at your target. "See..thats where you're going wrong." She says as she stands behind you, you feel her heavy breathing on your neck, and your knees begin to give out.

She feels your knees going weak, and she grabs your hips to pull you up again. "Hey, now." She chuckles as she snakes her arm on top of yours, guiding you.

"I want you to aim right there, can you do that for me?" She teases, whispering into your ear.

You nod slowly in response.

She rests her chin on your shoulder, her fingers gliding on top yours. You breath out shakily as you feel your mouth going dry, and the spot between your legs pulsating.

Unknowingly, begin to lean back and rest into her touch. "There you go, you got it." She praises as she slowly guides you to aim, her thick accent buzzing through your body.

You pull the trigger and it instantly lands on the target, and you breathe out in relief, finally getting it, with Mo's help.

"I knew you could get it. You just needed a little help." She jokes, and you roll your eyes in response.

"Go away, Mo." You say as you cross your arms. " dont I deserve a thank you?" She raises her brows as she shrugs.

"Thank you. Now go away." You push her playfully.

"Let me know if you need anymore of my ... help." She smirks as she leans in closer to you. "I'll be waiting." She winks as she walks away, looking back at you once more.

Now If yall want more, I can gladly write more of them bc they're givinggg 😩 anyways what did yall think?

[whimsical-roasting]

I’m so obsessed with your smutty Jamie thoughts… like they’ve consumed all my brain space if you wanted to share some more (specifically those switch/sub ideas you’ve mentioned before hehehehe)

hii you are so cute, of course it's sub!jamie time.. sorry it takes me a min to reply to requests but i always love getting them, like damn yall wanna hear MY thoughts?? why??

anyways i ended up crying whilst searching for a gif...seeing him too sad makes me cry bc he doesn't deserve it OR seeing him really happy makes me cry bc he deserves it so much... i am a mess but i am soft for jamie tartt, my babyboy

oh my fucking god, my mind is filled with filth of sub!jamie

he's an excitable puppy; it's not surprising he'd be a cute lil sub, and everything jamie does, he does well

the man tries so hard in the things that matter, and he craves your praise

first fucking thing about having this subby boy would be giving him all the praise. I physically cannot fathom anything else?? petnames too!! "that's it, sweetheart" "good boy" "babyboy" "mm, you're my perfect baby, yea?" "so fucking good for me"

((my mind is racing all over the place rn so this is incoherent))

he calls you baby most likely, maybe even ma'am - "yes, mam" "please, babeh" (in his accent)

he follows instructions so well cause he wants to please you!!

WHIMPERS. oh god, my baby whimpers

he also POUTS. he's so fucking pouty and whiney with everything, but he still follows instructions. maybe he'd be bratty here and there, but you threatening him with, "you really don't wanna cum tonight, huh" or "i should stop touching you right now" makes him act right cause he needs your touch. he's craving it.

he'd be all desperate, eyes widening in panic as you start to pull away, "no! please! 'm sorreh!!"

i see him sitting up on the bed naked, back against the headboard, and you're just beside him, kissing him and sliding your hands down his chest

you're sucking on his neck and teasing his nipples, and he just groans, hand gripping your knee. you stop and slap his hand away, causing him to pout

"no hands, baby. keep 'em by your side, no touching unless i say so", you instruct. cause you know, and he knows it's harder for him to keep his hands at bay through self-control compared to restraints, but frankly, you don't care what he prefers cause he's bound to listen regardless

he whines in response, and you shoot him a look so he sheepishly corrects himself, "yes mam," and the pleased smile you give him has his chest feeling warm and his stomach a lil giddy

you continue kissing all over his face, jaw, neck. peppering kisses and praises that he EATS UP... it goes straight to his dick. "so pretty" "my handsome boy" "gorgeous"

you shift further down his body and get him to lay down on the pillow, sucking on his nipples and stroking his dick

all he can do is whine. his jaw is tense from trying to keep his hands by his side, and he tries to focus on breathing, but when you moan around his nipple and lazily half-stroke his dick, his focus is fucked

you start kissing down his stomach, and poor boy is already leaking some precum

"so eager, baby? for who?" "y-you" "hmm, why?" you ask as your thumb spreads his precum around the head of his dick, teasing his slit and causing him to hiss

"w-want you, babeh. please." "i dunno...are you gonna be good?" "so good, i'll be a good boy," he says with urgency in his voice

you straddle his chest so your ass is practically in his face. he can practically smell you... god, he wants a taste, but he can't quite reach, and he fucking hates it.

he settles for moving his head to the side, gently kissing your thighs. the kisses make you groan softly, and he can feel your hot exhale on his dick, involuntarily causing him to whine and thrust upwards

you just coo, "awe my needy baby," before licking the head of his dick.. his breath hitches

you start going down on him, providing the sloppiest head paired with "taste so good, babyboy" "all mine, right?" "lemme hear you, angel"

he ends up moaning and whining louder as you get so into it

your body is moving with you, and i bet your pussy ends up bumping his nose once or twice, so he just feels your wetness on his face

he wants to devour you so fucking bad, but you said no touching and the thought of you stopping what you're doing right now has him too scared to risk it

his hand comes up to grip the pillow. his eyes are squeezed shut, mouth open in pleasure as he's whimpering, "c-close, 'm cl-close"

and then you just stop. suddenly his dick feels very wet and very cold from the absence of your mouth. he wants to cry

he gives out a teary plead, "noo", and you give a hoarse reply "do good boys complain?" "b-but i-" "answer me, baby. do they complain?" and you get a quiet but obedient "no."

"are you a good boy for me?" "..yes mam", and you kiss his thighs as he pouts from you edging him

there's a beat of silence as you're caressing/kissing his thighs before you say, "d'you wanna taste?" shaking your hips in his face, and though you can't see it, his eyes light up, and he's nodding eagerly

"yes! lemme taste, please" he sounds so eager, it makes you chuckle. he blushes at the way he sounds so desperate for you; he's kinda thankful you can't see his face

"make me cum, yea? then i'll consider letting you finish. got that, angel?"

he's wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you down onto his face before you hear a muffled "yes, mam"

he'd eat you out with such fucking devotion. entire face dripping with your wetness. moaning into your pussy. honestly, he'd be so into it, slurping and lapping you up. his dick is leaking precum again.

you give him so much praise!! "god, you're so cute" "just like that baby" "good boy, fuck- that's it, eat me out" "so perfect darling, my darlin boy" "use that tongue"

i could go on and on... this is too long already, and we haven't touched on sex position, but that'll be next time,,,,,, AFTERCARE

okay aftercare!! he's super clingy, so you can't leave the room for too long, or he'll start calling out for you all pouty

you'd clean him up, maybe run a shower, but you'd be the one washing off his body and drying him off

i see him as being tired and cuddly too

you'd be caressing his cheek and kissing his forehead and he'd look up at you with sleepy, big eyes (maybe like the gif) and ask, "did i do good?"

and you're like "so good, angel!! so good. you were the best for me" "always the best for me, you're perfect baby", and he just beams up at you, snuggling into your chest further

"i love you so much, love", you say playing with his hair and kissing his head. he's tracing patterns on an exposed part of your torso where your shirt's ridden up

he gives you a tired but soft "i love you more"

you grin noticing how he's slowing down his fingers as his body feels heavier against you, "i love you the most" and he's drifted off against you

[pink-princess-pussy-pop]

More Than 7 Minutes in Heaven Part 2 - Rafe Cameron x Reader Smut

Part 1

NOT PROOFED

The people have spoken, so here is part 2.

Summary: Rafe talks you through the real deal. READER IS ON BC!! USE PROTECTION PLEASE!

Warnings: language, smut, mild praise and degrading, reader gets called princess, RAFE IS A CONSENT KING IN THIS!!!!

Yall, I think this may be my best fucking work ngl.

After your escapades in the bathroom, which lasted wayyyyy longer than seven minutes, you and Rafe decided to get out of the party and back to Tannyhill.

You paid no mind to the whoops and hollers from Rafe's friends as the two of you walked by, thoughts solely focused on your boyfriend and what he had just given you. And what he was going to give you again.

He unlocked his truck and helped you inside. The anticipation of what was to come was eating away at the both of you. You could tell Rafe was antsy, his tight grip on the steering wheel was proof of that.

The two of you were silent, which added to the desperation in the air. Through your stolen glances at your boyfriend, you could see that he was nervous. You had seen Rafe nervous about many things, his family, Cameron Development, and everything that went down with Barry last year, but you had never seen him nervous around you. It calmed you down in a way, that he was as anxious as you.

Rafe seemed to get his act together and glanced at you, fingers drumming on your thighs, the thighs he was between not 15 minutes ago, the thighs he needed to be in between again... His right hand reached over the console to grab yours. You met his eyes at the sudden contact and he gave you his signature Rafe Cameron smirk, sending all of the things you were feeling in the bathroom right back down to...

His hand squeezes yours, bringing you back to reality. You've arrived at Tannyhill and Rafe is desperate to get you out of the car and into his room, desperate to get back between your thighs. His other hand brushes your cheek, turning your face to his. He leans in as if to kiss you but pauses, centimeters from your face, teasing you.

“So, what do you wanna do, princess?” Your breath catches. You had thought he was going to kiss you. Rafe's hand brushes your cheek, down your neck, and continues further, until it rests on your thigh.

"Rafe..."

He grins.

"What, baby?" He's surprised by his own self-control, as it is taking all of it to not fuck you in his truck. But you deserve the best, and that's what he'll give you, even if it means pushing his self-control to its limit.

Instead of responding, you lean forward to press your lips against his. His hands immediately pull your body over the center console and onto his lap. Rafe pulls away from you.

"Impatient, are we? C'mon princess, let's get you inside so I can take care of you." Something rushed through your veins at his words, sending anticipation coursing through your body. With that, he reconnects your lips.

Through the kissing, Rafe manages to get the two of you out of his truck and into Tannyhill. Once upstairs in the privacy of his bedroom, though no one else is home, he turns so your back is against his closed door. Rafe's mouth places hot kisses down your jaw and neck. Your hips roll into his and he backs away.

"Rafe!"

"M'so sorry, baby. Soon. I just have to taste you again." He mumbles into your neck before sinking back onto his knees.

Your heart picks up speed as you watch him below you, his hands gently lifting your leg to position it over his shoulder. His gaze catches yours and he grins before delving into your heat.

He keeps eye contact as he eats you out, which is the sexiest thing you've ever seen. You didn't dare break his gaze. But then,

Your head slams back against the door as his lips wrap around your clit, pulling at it. The moan that leaves your throat is strangled, his talented tongue overwhelming your senses.

Your hands grasp his head, forcing him further into you, his nose bumping your clit. He grins into your cunt at the release of your moan.

"Mmph vmm gmm." The vibrations of Rafe's muffled words bring you over the edge and he drinks up every last bit.

He rises from the floor, hands settling on your waist. His smile is wide and his face is wet with your release.

"What did-" You pause to catch your breath. "What did you say?" Rafe licks his lips.

"I said that you taste good." Your face flushes as you are suddenly very aware of what just happened. Shivers race through your body as you think about the sight of Rafe in between your legs, how'd it feel to feel him push into you, stretching your tight cunt out...

"Babe?" His hands are now placed on the door next to your head. "Whatcha thinkin' bout?" The amusement is evident on his face and you look away in embarrassment. "Princess, what were you thinking about just now?" He leans in closer, sending your heart racing.

"Nothing..." Your voice is in a low whisper which makes Rafe chuckle.

His hand moves to brush against your cheek.

"Is my sweet girl thinking about how she wants to be fucked?" It's odd, the sickly sweet way he's speaking the vulgar words, but it's so fucking hot coming out of his mouth. "You're just so needy, aren't you?" Your body spasms when his fingers brush your sopping cunt, toying with the sensitive skin before rolling your clit between his fingers.

You bring your bottom lip between your teeth to stop the moans threatening to escape.

Rafe, however, is clearly enjoying himself. He loves the sight of you backed against his door, face flushed and body sweaty and hot, from just his fingers and mouth? He loved how responsive your body was to his touch, memorizing the way your eyes rolled back when he pinched your clit lightly.

"Tell me, princess." Your hips act on their own accord, rolling into his hand at the nickname.

Of course, Rafe catches this.

"Oh you like that, don't you?" You feel yourself getting closer to your third orgasm of the night, completely mesmerized by his wrist under your dress. But then, he stops. Your hand immediately grasps his, urging him to continue. "C'mon princess..." He uses the nickname against you and you whimper pathetically. His head dips to your collarbones, kissing them before saying, "Tell me how you want me to fuck you. My bed or against the door. Your decision, baby."

His head raises up and you finally look into his eyes. His fingers pinch your clit once again, a loud moan leaving your throat that goes straight to his dick.

"The bed, Rafe." He grins.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" He doesn't wait for your reply.

He captures you in a kiss before lifting you up and the next thing you know, you are lying down at the edge of his gigantic bed, legs spread, giving him the perfect view of you. He pulls away and runs his tongue over his lips while he looks at you. Watching him sends another wave of heat to your core, something Rafe doesn't miss.

You watch in earnest as Rafe takes his t-shirt off, revealing his glorious body to you. As his hands reach for his belt, you sit up to stop him.

"Can I do it?" The question shocks Rafe but it only adds to his endearment of you.

'Always so eager to please me, aren't ya? Even when I'm takin' care of you." He leans down to kiss your forehead, out of place but it calms you down.

Your hands replace his and unbuckle his belt, pulling the leather out of the belt loops of his pants. You try not to look at the tent in his khakis but it is hard not to miss.

Fuck, he must be huge! You think.

Your hands begin to shake as you unbutton his pants and he stops you.

"Remember, tonight is all about you." His hands find the hem of your dress and he breaks the kiss. "Can I take this off of you?" You nod. "No, I need you to say it, hon."

"Yes, Rafe." It comes out quieter than you had hoped it would. He presses another kiss to your forehead.

Rafe begins to pull the dress up, revealing your body to him and he swears, he almost comes then and there. You just look so goddamn innocent but also so sexy, a fuckin' hell of a combo.

"Can I touch you?" He's taking you in, not wanting to miss a single fucking detail about your naked form. Somehow, you don't feel shy. Rafe is making you feel so safe and special, giving you no reason to hide from him.

"Please..." His eyes briefly flash to yours before he proceeds. His large hands slide over your smooth skin, committing everything about you to memory. His mouth is hot as it kisses down your front, goosebumps erupting in his wake. His hands slide up, tracing under your breasts. He takes them into his hands, careful to not touch your nipples, teasing you the slightest bit.

Your hands rest on his hard shoulders and it urges him on more.

Finally, his lips wrap around your nipple, his fingers rolling the other between them. Your back arches off the bed, hips pressing into his and Rafe's eyes roll. He pulls away.

"If you want this to last you can't go on doing that." You blush. "I want this to be good for you." But you can't take it anymore. You are practically dripping onto the sheets below you.

You pull Rafe in for a kiss.

"Rafe." His face is in between your hands, eyes wide as he looks into your eyes. He looks adorable with his cheeks squished and it makes your heart soar. "This has been good for me, so so good. But if you don't fuck me within the next few minutes..." Rafe is quick to oblige, hands rushing to pull off his pants, all while kissing you senseless.

As Rafe tugs off his boxers, he pulls away. Your breath catches in your throat at the sheer size of him. He's hovering over you before you can blink, kissing right below your ear before whispering,

"Princess..." You can tell he's struggling to contain himself. "Are you sure? Like completely sure?" He moves to look into your eyes, searching for any uncertainty. Your hand pushes his hair away from his face.

"I'm ready." You pull him in for a kiss but he is reluctant. "I promise, Rafe." You murmur against his lips.

You hold your breath as Rafe lines himself up to your entrance and his head drops to your neck as he pushes into you slowly.

Your hands find his shoulders again, nails digging into his tanned skin. Rafe doesn't mind at all, anything to help you through the worst part. He continues pushing into you, eyes screwing shut at how fucking tight you are. Once he bottoms out, he remains still, muscles straining, his grip on your waist tight.

You let the pain settle, trying to keep still as you adjust to the intrusion.

Finally,

"Rafe, you can move." He nods into your neck and begins to pull out, the pleasure that courses through your body is insane. Rafe smiles at your reaction and rolls his hips into yours.

"Fuck, baby." You feel so good around him, your tight cunt pulsating around his thick cock. Your hips involuntarily roll into his and you moan at the feeling.

Pride swells in Rafe's chest. He is making you feel this way. He's the only one who has made you feel this way...

The only one who ever will.

He continues his movements, moving slowly in and out of you.

"Rafey..." You're practically breathless and Rafe wants the sound imprinted in his mind forever. "Faster."

"Faster, huh?" His thumbs are rubbing circles on your hips. "Fuck you're so perfect." Rafe tugs your hips closer to the bottom of the bed and pushes your legs further apart. "My Princess wants it faster?" It's a rhetorical question but you nod anyways. "Then she'll get it faster."

Rafe's hips snap into yours and it's a feeling like no other. His mouth clamps over yours, swallowing all of your moans. Rafe continues his pace, all while kissing the hell out of you.

You feel yourself nearing your climax, spurred on by his thumb making its way to your clit and pressing down on it. You moan into his mouth and he grins in return.

"C'mon, Princess. I know you're close." You writhe beneath him, his words adding to the fire. "So needy for me, huh?" He rolls your clit between his fingers and your body spasms. "Go on, Princess. Come."

As if on command, you come around him. Rafe isn't far after, how could he be with how fucking amazing your warm cunt feels around him?

He rests on his forearms above your head and kisses you again, calming your body down from the high.

"Are you ok?" You smile into the kiss, cupping his face to bring him closer to you.

"It was amazing, Rafey." Rafe blushes at the nickname... Or the praise... Probably both. He kisses you in response.

"So, you like it when I call you Princess?" His Rafe Cameron smirk is back, his usual cockiness returning with it.

The blush across your cheeks is enough of a reply.

ENJOY!

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[simonsdoll]

Hey bestie. Ready for price fluff?

Imagine being prices perfect little wife. Always waiting at home for him, always cooking for him. and now, imagine him coming home, all scratched up. And being the perfect wife you are, you get that man to finally relax, how, you may be asking. Don’t worry, I’ll tell you.

Give him a nice massage. Like. Full out. You got the body oils, there’s relaxing music in the background, there’s some vanilla scented candles around y’all. just 😫🤌✨

I love that dilf sm, and he deserves to relax 😋

anyways, remember, feel free to take out/dilute any part of this, and have a lovely day!

🍋-

Thanks lemn for this great request! And yes Price coming home with massages hell yes. Anyways hope you like it and enjoy!

because you deserve it

Pairing: Price x wife reader

Words: 700

It was a breezy quiet night when you were resting on the couch waiting for your husband to arrive. The smell of dinner filled the house and you’ve missed him so much he gave you updates every once in a while and today he let you know he was on his way from base. You stood up and had the amazing idea to treat your hardworking husband to a massage and endless pampering. You grabbed some sweet scented vanilla candles and lit them and placed them around the bedroom. Then you walked towards yalls shared bathroom and grabbed his favorite oils and brought them to the room and placed them on his nightstand. Finally setting on sensual and calming music on your phone.

A shuffle of keys was heard in the distance as you rushed to the entryway and saw Price with a bright smile and with happy tears that he gets to see you again. He dropped his bags and gave you a tight yet reassuring hug that he really is here with you in his arms. You showered him in kisses all over and he couldn’t stop giggling as he too was so incredibly lucky to see his beautiful loving wife again. He let you go and you asked him about the scratches on his body and he just said “things were tough back there”and with that Price moaned as he was feeling really tense all over. You helped him walk to yalls shared bedroom and he took a view of his surroundings, seeing all the candles and his favorite music to relax to.

The soft sensual guitar playing in the background as he smiles at you while sitting at the edge of the bed and pulls you towards him and embraces you in a hug. You traced circles into his hair while you told him how much you’ve missed him and how you would love to make him feel better with a massage. He looked up at you with a childish yet adorable smile and he agreed with you. Stepping back, you took his shirt and jacket off one by one and he discarded his pants off and he quickly belly flopped onto the bed making you both giggle by such way of laying. It was the little moments like this that make it worth your waiting when he’s deployed. Kissing him in his temple while praising him about how proud you are of him for coming back to you, he sits up and kisses you passionately and breaks the kiss reminding you that he promised every time he leaves he would come back to you and that he’s thankful you are always waiting patiently for him.

He lays back down and he finally lays untensed and fully relaxed with his eyes closed fully. You sat between his legs and used a dropper and dropped a plentiful amount of of oils on his back. The smell of the sweet and earthy oils filled the room calming the atmosphere as the open window let in a light and gentle breeze making the oils feel cool to the touch. With your fingers you slowly worked and spread the oils all over his chiseled back and heard Price rumble and grunt with every single rub you gave him. If that wasn’t the sexiest thing in the world you thought to yourself. The more you rubbed him the more his groans grew deeper, when rubbing gently against a cut or fresh scar he would hiss from the sensitivity and try your best to gently work your way around them to get him to fully enjoy the sensations.

You worked your way and rubbed circles towards the low of his back and towards the edge of his boxers and took more time massaging there the most because he seemed to whimper more when rubbed there the most. Your husband suggestively joked about having to take them off so you could “rub him better” but instead you weren’t going to fall for it and you just smacked his ass and laughed it off. After moments of sculpting and tracing his back muscles with oil, he fell sound asleep and only whimpered when you would slightly get to a tensed area. Once finished you tried getting off the bed and with a quick motion Price flipped onto his back and straddled you and held your hips gently. Your eyes locked with his and he sat up and kissed you gently while petting your hair. Price broke the kiss and slowly said “these past few months I have been incomplete and lonely, your everything to me love.”

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[only4dagossip]

https://www.tumblr.com/only4dagossip/772130623791955968/i-dont-like-how-some-of-yall-get-so-confortable?source=share

the thing about being a feminist and not supporting that line of work is so true! y’all should look into radical feminism! sex work, escorts, all of that is something that isn’t empowering for women at all, and shouldn’t be praised. these women are literally selling their bodies to men, like they’re objects. how is that empowering? quickly, you pro-sex freaks? 🙄

check this out if you are interested in learning: https://www.reddit.com/r/PornIsMisogyny/s/5oVrRCS7Xq

these women are not only being shamed for that, but for their clout chasing antics. they deserve to be talked down on! i don’t think putting down their appearance is ever okay though!

THANK YOU!

its such an easy thing to understand. like bro im a feminist: i support equality between men and women, i support diversity in every workfield, i support equal payment, i support the legalisation of abortion and i support women and children who are sex trafficked and had no other choice!!!!

my mother works for unicef so dont come on here trying to make me look like something im not. i was raised the correct way, stfu

[hellsgreatestfaggot]

𖦹꙳࡛࣪⋕Birthday girl..Ellabs x reader˚.✦ⵢ₊˚.

this was made as an early birthday gift for @elliezlils11utt !! WISH HER A HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVERYONEEEE⭐️🎉

CONTENT WARNING: Praise, dominance, food play (aka whip cream ) spit play, overstimulation, be careful because this fic is just strait porn like from the very start so….

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“Lay down pretty girl.”

you obeyed her just as she asked. ellie came up next to you, kissing up your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as abby watched, scoffing at the scene. “how about we get those clothes offa ya’ , hm?” Ellie giggled into your ear. you wasted no time, hastily unzipping the gorgeous, dark-blue, silk dress you bought especially for tonight. tonight was your twenty-first birthday. Since you turned 21 you were finally old enough to drink, and go out partying legally. making it an extra special night. your girlfriends,Abby and Ellie, all went out for a day of shopping and topping it off with a nice dinner toward the end. now youve ended up here, with Ellie teasing your erect nipples, groping you and rubbing them just how you like it, And abby Teasing your puffy clit, making you practically drip with exitement.

Desperate whines and moans filled the room as you practically beg them to give you the relief you so desperately deserved. Abby and ellie were always very rough with you. this time was no different. Abby spit on your soaking cunt, slipping two fingers inside."like that, dont cha' princess.?" "m-gh.. y-es... dont st-sto-p.." she got rougher, faster, hungrier. grunting and smiling at you in a lewd manner as she watched her fingers pump in and out of you. She laughed at the whines you made as she took her fingers out, licking your slick off of them. she bent down for a kiss, making you taste yourself, as she greedily shoved her fingers back inside you, hitting your G-spot, making you groan and spasm underneath her and Ellie.

Ellie began lathering a sticky substance on your tits. it was cold, and Ellie eagerly dove back down, licking it all up, cleaning the mess she had just made. she looked up at you, revealing a patch of melted whip cream on her pink tounge. She swallowed it and began to trail hickeys and kisses up your neck, down your stomach, sending shockwaves through your body. She knew what she was doing, and knew just how you liked it. She seemed so focused. she was sweaty and her hair stuck to her porcelain face in all of the right ways. she looked beautiful, Pleasing you and whispering dirty things into your ear.

“you look so beautiful my love…” ,

“Such a good girl. taking all of this for us.”

, “does the birthday girl want to be touched? use your words princess.”

Finally your orgasm hit you. Abby went down to clean up all of your juices, whilst Ellie left hickeys and scars all over your neck. Abby got up, Grabbed ellie by the shoulder and began to kiss her, sharing your remanants. They grunted, pulling eachother closer, before finally breaking the kiss. A string of saliva connecting their mouths before they crawl into bed with you, kiss your forehead and you all drift off to sleep.

A/N: yall this is so bad bc it kept deleting itself after i accidentally clicked on a notification. anyway this isnt proofread so erm grammar mistakes but enjoy🙏🏽

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[lalalacticacid]

IM WRITING GUYS WOOHOOO this is terribly written and the flow is SHIT cuz i made this like months ago and im too lazy to edit it but i want yall to read it for funsies ok without further ado i present to you

the beginning of an end

Pretty, smart, popular.

Pretty, smart, popular.

Most murder victims I hear of are pretty, smart, popular teenagers.

And they're almost always the victim of a pedophilic creep.

Almost.

July 19, 2024

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My name is Amara Callas.

Amara Callas. A girl who's considered to be "pretty", "smart", and "popular". A likely target for a murder.

I'm told to always be careful, because you never know who could be there to get you. People are convinced that I could be the next murder victim.

And a murder is what Amara Callas is going to get. One way or the other.

July 20, 2024

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All I saw was red.

The chainsaw was blood covered. My clothes were blood stained. My eyes were wide and my breathing was heavy. I could see them, I could see the heart and the lungs. Gross.

Amara Callas.

A girl you would expect to be murdered.

Yet here I am, standing over a man's dead body.

Here Amara Callas is, standing over a man's bloodied corpse, his heart and lungs spilling out.

A man named Joseph Otis.

A man who preyed on young girls online.

A pedophilic 40 year old.

A terrible person.

Why did I kill him?

Why didn't I just report him to the police?

Would the police really believe a fifteen year old girl's claims though? If anything, they wouldn't believe that a man with a clear record would do anything illegal.

That's why I killed him.

Killing someone is a terrible crime, yes, but being a pedophilic predator is awful too.

Killing a pedophile...that should be something that is praised.

Something that should be allowed.

This man got the karma he deserved.

That's what I believe, at least.

July 21, 2024

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July 21st, the day the Chainsaw Serial Killer was born.

The day police were confused and shocked.

They didn't know if it was a man or a woman.

They didn't know who had done it.

All they knew was that they had a chainsaw-using murderer on their hands.

The only people who could've known the killer's identity were the victim and the killer.

The killer themself.

No, the killer herself.

I know who the Chainsaw Serial Killer is.

Their Her name is Amara Callas. A pretty, smart, and popular girl.

Amara Callas, a girl who would do anything in the name of justice.

The Chainsaw Serial Killer, a vigilante, even if no one acknowledges it.

The Chainsaw Serial Killer, a good

The Chainsaw Serial Killer, a terrible

The Chainsaw Serial Killer, a fascinating person.

Fifteen year old Amara Callas.

That's who the killer is.

July 22, 2024

[rexxdjarin]

dom!Commander Wolffe spanking punishment thot

Ok I just wrote a quick lil thing bc i think wolffe would be the best, most fair, balanced and rewarding dom ever like he’s equal parts powerful yet secure. I love him ok here’s him punishing you for being bold in public

18+ RATED E MINORS DNI GET TF AWAY YALL SHOULDNT BE READING THIS

warnings: this is very much so light bdsm/dom!wolffe brat handling type stuff so if you’re not into that gtfo, spanking, punishment talk, p in v, implied loving bonded relationship and prior consent given, THESE TWO HAVE UTMOST TRUST IN EACH OTHER AND NO BDSM RELATIONSHIP CAN OR SHOULD EXIST WITHOUT THIS TRUST FYI

His firm hand came down on the plush of your ass just hard enough to sting and you gripped the sheets underneath you tightly.

“Wolffe.” You whimpered pitifully, the slick dripping between your thighs. Though your cries were out of slight reaction to the pain, the rest of your body betrayed you. You liked this. So fucking much. And Wolffe knew that.

Wolffe knew better than anyone that you thrived on pushing your luck. Despite the prim and proper rules he expected you to abide by to maintain his image as a strict commander, you always acted out anyways. Because you knew deep down that Wolffe loved to take you home and remind you all about his rules while he plowed into you.

The cat and mouse game of making the rules for you to break and receive punishment for was a cornerstone of your relationship. It was part of what made your attraction to each other so irresistible.

“Now darlin….you know the punishment you get for making me so hard in public, my pretty little tease.” His callous hand caressed softly over the warm red mark raising up on your cheek. Every spank dissolving into numbing tingles the second his large hand passed over it to soothe the pain. “Tell me you remember…?”

You wiggled your hips, lifting your ass just a bit higher into the air. “As many spanks as you think I deserve.” You answered, hearing him grumble out an amused chuckle.

“You know what happens and still you don’t listen. Maybe I’m gonna have to up your punishment.” He thought aloud, the dark tone of his voice more alluring than it ever was threatening. At least to you.

You pouted, secretly wanting him to relent and give you what you had actually wanted from him all night. To have him lift you into his lap and split you in half over his cock. Most times taking him so rough was all that ever could ease the ache inside you. There was no one else who did it like he could.

“B-but….Sir I-I just wanted…you.” You gulped, knowing that there was little you could do to make up for how much you teased him in public before.

His hand came down again, slightly softer this time and the tiniest little moan slipped out of you. “I know. I know. But I had to wait all night to touch you how I wanted. And now I’m going to make you wait too. Need you to know how awful it feels to need it so bad and not get it.”

His free hand guided the pink lace of your top up and over your head, leaving you bare laid out over his lap. “Wolffe….I’m sorry I was bold. I’m sorry.” You faked, the sugary sweet lilt to your tone not convincing him for a second.

“Uh uh. Too late for sorry, darlin.” He spanked each side of your ass one final time and then sat you up in front of him, both his hands firmly holding your bottom in his palms. His dark, brooding glare met your soft eyes feigning innocence that you absolutely did not mean. He smirked, “don’t play innocent with me. I can feel you dripping all over my lap, dirty girl. You like being teased? Tell me, sweetheart, be honest. Remember I can tell when you’re lying.” His right hand slid from behind the curve of your ass to slip two of his thick fingers through your folds.

His tongue slid out quickly to wet his parted lips, as if it would bring him closer to tasting all of you coating his fingers. He hummed, softly praising you and watching as he words of encouragement made your body react even more. His touch sent jolts of pleasure up the base of your spine and coiling into a pressure filled spot in your lower belly. All at once you felt so good you didn’t want his fingers to stop spiraling, petting, twisting and stroking. You closed your eyes and rocked your hips into his hands for more only to find he was gone.

The wave of pleasure drawing closer relaxed back into nothing again and you whined like the very needy brat he knew you were. You were so lost in the feeling of his touch you forgot he’d asked you a question.

“Answer me, gorgeous. You know the more you fight me, the longer I’ll drag this out…” The heel of his palm rested just below your navel, his fingertips hovering torturously above where’d just been playing with your clit so perfectly. He leaned forward, kissing a sensitive spot just below your ear and whispered, “…even though you’re so pretty and all I really want to do is fill you and stretch you out on my cock more than I’ve ever wanted anything, cyar’ika.” His voice rasped deeper in his throat, his own desire now starting to consume him.

“Y-yes, Commander. I love when you tease me.” You relented, finally deciding to stop fighting and give in to him. To let him know you liked all the ways he took care of you in public, keeping you safe and respected and happy all the time even when you wanted to be too spontaneous or reckless for your own good. “Can…you tease me a little more?” You asked, pawing at his chest and sliding your self forward to slip your heated lap over where he’d been waiting to be touched all night.

He dropped his head back and sighed at the contact, knowing in his heart that he probably didn’t have it in him to tease you much more anyways. Not if you felt this warm, soft and just inviting everywhere all around him. He could barely breathe you’d riled him up so heavily. “Call me Commander again and I’m not going to last long enough to keep teasing you, my perfect, bratty girl.”

You bit your bottom lip and smiled happily, grabbing him by the shoulders and slowly guiding him down on the bed behind you. “Ok, Commander.” You teased, letting your naked body hover over him while your still sore bottom slid up to run the length of your drenched slit along his cock.

Wolffe’s hand flew forward to grip your hips, slipping you carefully over himself to coat his pounding cock with arousal. “I changed my mind.” He laughed, sitting up to press his forehead with yours and watching your mouth drop open in ecstasy as he suddenly pressed himself into your fluttering opening.

You cried out sharply, gasping as he bottomed out in you with ease with how soaked you already were. “Oh…Wolffe.” You moaned, his hands on your waist steadying you as his thrusts upward increased in intensity. You swear he was trying to fill every empty space he could inside you.

He huffed out harshly between pumps of his snapping hips inside of you. “Your punishment is that anytime you think about walking tomorrow, you’ll feel me everywhere. On your ass when you go sit down…I want you to feel my hands. Want between your thighs to burn whenever you walk from how long I spent down here licking you up. I want you to feel the ache of me filling up this tight pussy whenever you breathe. I want you to think only about me the way I always think about you.”

And yet still you looked in his big, dark, scowling eyes and giggled, “that’s not a punishment. that’s a reward, Commander.” He smiled and made sure that by the next morning you realized that with him anytime you were together it would always be a little bit of both. He liked balance that way. Even if he completely threw off yours whenever you walked for a good week after that.

[sukunasbabymama]

When someone tries to make them jealous.

⌗ Pairing: Manjiro Sano (Mikey), Ken Ryuguji (Draken), Baji Keisuke, Mitsuya Takashi, Nahoya Kawata (smiley).

⌗ Warnings: Sugestive on Draken’s part but just bc reader is petty as fuck, cursing.

Request.

Manjiro Sano Mikey.

This happens too much with him, people from other gangs or not even in a gang see him so small that their first thought is to mess with him. How wrong they were.

Because he has made his mission to be your protector he doesn’t fight people in front of you for stuff like that, he thinks you don’t deserve a man that loses his cool so easily. And that’s okay, he can do that, but you can’t.

Y’all were at the beach with all the captains and vice-captains, you were laying on your front while Mikey was putting sunscreen on your back when two guys stop just in front of you, you frown and lookup.

“Hey gorgeous, want to play volleyball with us?” One of them says ignoring Mikey on purpose, you feel his hands tense on your back.

“No, thank you”

“Why is that? Oh, is this your lil stepbrother or your boyfriend? Can he even handle all of that?” The other one says motioning to your body, you laugh and see all the captains starting to stand up.

“Do you need him to have his hands on my ass so you can judge if he’s my man?” You take Mikey’s hand and put it on your ass. “Is this enough for you to back the fuck up or do you need me to go there and smack you the fuck up? I’m cool with both”

They were about to say something but if there’s one thing you like more than being praised by Mikey, is putting mfs in their place.

“If another thing comes out of your lame ass mouth toward me then I will be kind enough to let my man use both of yall head as a ball since y'all are so fixed in playing volleyball,” You raise your eyebrows with a small smile. "get. the. hell. outta. my. sight"

Everybody was in shock, they knew Mikey's partner isn't the one to be messed with but they never saw why. This was more than enough proof.

"So I restrict myself from fighting people and you go and do this? "Mikey says with a smile, he bends down a little and kisses your temple.

"You can do that all you want, but ain't nobody gonna disrespect you in front of me, Manjiro," You say deadpan, he hums satisfied.

"I was going to put the ring on your finger anyway, you know"

What's with this mf and his desire of being so damn bold?

Ken Ryuguji Draken.

He doesn't like fighting just anyone because he knows his strength, and he is really sure about his relationship with you. That doesn't mean he doesn't get annoyed as fuck every time someone hit on you, like, he sure as hell ain’t short so they can see his ass right by your side.

You were accompanying him in his bike shop, you do that from time to time because he would be in front of you talking about bikes with a big smile while you were helping him organizing all the documents and sales for him so he can focus on his bikes.

You were doing just that, in a comfy silence and humming a random song when two guys about your age enter the shop.

“Good afternoon, how may we hel—”

“Well damn look at this hottie!” Your smile drops and Draken looks over his shoulders frowning. “Forget why we here, what’s your name?”

“How may we help you, gentlemen?” You say deadpan.

“By letting me take you out, pretty face,” One says and that’s when Draken walks behind the counter, acting like he needs something from the lower drawers.

“That’s not gonna happen,” You say, getting irritated already. Patience was your boyfriend’s virtue, not yours.

“You scared of having a good time? I promise I’ll make you happier than your man” Uh, that’s it.

You grab Draken by his collar and pull him up without breaking eye contact with the guys.

“This man’s right hand can make me feel better than both of you combine could in a whole day with me, please do yourself a favor and don’t embarrass yourself anymore and, get the hell out of my shop” Your tone almost makes Draken get out of the shop too.

After they go out you tried to go back to your work but were interrupted by Draken turning the chair around and getting between your legs.

“I can do that just with my hand?” You roll your eyes and he laughs. “Yes”

“Yes, what?” You ask curiously.

“Yes, this is your shop too, our shop,” He says and smiles.

You pout and he kisses you.

Baji Keisuke.

Now, here… you are just rude. You don’t play that acting respectful first and then snapping, you would snap as soon as someone tries you when you are with your man. Nobody can’t play with the times with your man, period.

You were out on a walk and y’all saw a group of cats so naturally, y’all went to pet them.

“Honey, go and buy food for them, please?” You say while petting the mom of the little family, he nods.

While he was there you put your backpack in the grass and sit on it, putting Baji’s jacket on your thighs because your skirt would betray you if you don’t.

“Oh? And what’s this little one doing here?” An older man says in a flirty tone and you roll your eyes and look up.

“I’m waiting for my man, keep walking buddy,” You say and see Baji coming back with a plastic bag and drinks.

“Mhm, I don’t think he cares about you if he lets a pretty little thing like you alone in—” Baji was in silence with his eyebrows raised, listening to everything behind the man.

“He doesn’t need to care about me meeting creeps like you because I find joy in making them suffer,” You say and the man opens his eyes in surprise. “I’m gonna repeat myself one more time, move or I’ll take the time to rearrange your fucking face”

“Let me know if their warning isn’t enough so I can just skip that and beat your ass past recovery,” Baji says and the man jumps when he hears the deep voice, he walks away fast.

After giving you your drink he starts taking everything out of the plastic bag with a big smile.

“Why you seem so happy?” You ask, he moves and gives you a quick kiss.

“I would never get tired of you cussing people out in my presence,” You roll your eyes. “Whaaat? I take pride in being your man and you stating that fact in every chance you got put me on cloud nine”

“It better be,” You pull him back to your face and smile. “Since I really like you being mine, baby.”

“All yours~” He sings cocky as hell.

Mitsuya Takashi.

Oh, this good soul. You were his total opposite. While he tried to not fight unless he has to, you would always pop off first and ask questions later.

That doesn’t mean you go on life fighting everybody, it’s just that you were fine with being a confrontational person if you feel like you or him are being disrespected.

You were at his crafting club hanging out with him, today you weren’t being his model tho, it was some guy because they need different measurements so you were sitting at his desk comfortably while Mitsuya was moving all over the place.

“Are you a model?” The new guy says, and you smile politely at him.

“I am not,” You say and lean back when he leans forward. Uh, has anybody told him about personal space?

“I think you could be one,” He says in a flirty tone, and at that moment you feel Mitsuya’s hand on your shoulder, letting you know that he can help anytime. “You are really pretty, do you have a boyfriend?”

“I do”

“Well, that doesn’t matter,” He shrugs. “I don’t think he can’t compete, so let’s go—”

Mitsuya closed his eyes with a knowing smile.

“Of course he can’t compete,” You say with a laugh. “Look at him and look at you”

He shows a shocked expression when you lift your hand, sliding it under Mitsuya’s shirt. He’s behind you and that’s the easiest way to demonstrate what you were saying, also because, come on, you want to show off your man. And he has never put your hand away when you do this.

“You can’t compete where you can’t compare, mister universe,” You say in a bored tone, and from where you were you could see his ego being hurt. “Now if you don’t mind, I would like to make out with my man before he has to go back to work.”

The boy didn’t even try to talk back, he just went on his way, Mitsuya looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

“So we are going to make out, now?” He smiles.

“Yes, please, let’s go,” You say taking his hand and smiling at his satisfied laugh.

Nahoya Kawata Smiley.

This mf, this mf!!

He’s feral, yeah we know, but with you, he tries to not submit into his inner self telling him to whoop the ass of every man that looks your way. Why is this? Because you can match his energy. He’s still thinking of a comeback when you already had the person crying at your feet. So, he prefers to see you being feral.

Y’all were at a ramen shop, both of you and his brother. They like to take you with them on a food tour to taste all kinds of ramen so they could get a hold of what they want for their own shop.

“You like the decoration, baby?” He asks and you hum in agreement.

Y’all thank the waiter when he put the menú on the table, and that’s when he starts being weird.

“Would you like me bringing you some dessert, pretty?” He says with a flirty tone and you let out a giggle when you feel Nahoya hand sliding up your thigh.

“I haven’t even decided what’s gonna be the main dish and you already offering me a dessert, you gonna pay for it?” You smile while sliding your hand upon your man’s thigh, he instantly opening his legs a little bit to give you better access.

“Their boyfriend is literally in front of you…” Souya says confused and you smile at him.

“This kid? This is a whole kid in front of this angel,” He says cocky, and your head snaps to your right to look at Nahoya’s smile tightening, you smile and look at his brother.

“Oh, my baby, there are people like this dumbass who likes to embarrass themselves pulling stupid shit like this,” You smile sweetly and Souya does the same. “That’s what I think because there’s no way in hell that a motherfucker like this think he can compete with a whole Nahoya Kawata”

“Bitch, you—” Before he finishes Nahoya already has jumped over the table and was already punching him in the face.

You see, Nahoya loves to see you feral and for that, he would not submit to his aggressive side, but that ends the moment a person calls you mean names. He doesn’t give a fuck if it’s inside a temple, if someone calls you anything other than your name or a respectful alternative name, they’re gone.

You smile and stand up, you interlock your arms with Souya and resting your head on his shoulder. When the others waiters come out of the kitchen you smile politely at them.

“You can cancel the order from table number 7, we aren’t hungry anymore,” Souya let out a giggle because y’all didn’t actually order anything.

Ah, how funny is to be part of the Kawata twins' dynamics.

@saturnmitsuya bestie i got u some taka content.😩🤞🏾