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Talk Too Much

TWICE’s Myoi Mina x Male Reader

5.4k words

Part One of Untitled Mina Series

Title inspired by COIN’s Talk Too Much

Sometimes, you just have to say the thought that lingers in your mind out loud. Maybe it’s a form of resistance, standing up for yourself. Maybe it’s a proclamation of love. In your case, it’s something that’s going to lighten someone’s day up.

A tongue click. “Looking spicy today, boss. I’m burning because of ya.”

She glances back, not wavered by your words. Her strides remain calm, walking towards her office with a lethal poise. A smirk appears on her face. A scoff is heard from her lips. And she just looks away.

Maybe you can ramp it up next time.

—

The work day plays out as usual—emails, messing around with Figma, interviewing users. You put in your best like you’ve always been doing. It’s exhausting, surely, but you take some pride in giving your all like this. You’re proud of yourself.

In a heartbeat, the short clock hand teases the number five. The sun casts orange hue all over the office, gleaming it with the tranquil of the evening, ready to collapse under the weight of workers heading home. You sit in your seat, analyzing your customer’s answers from the morning. Your questions are clever, you’ve been told. Extracting users’ needs is your expertise, and you couldn’t be more–

A Slack notification appears.

Myoi Mina

Meet me in my office before you go home. I’ll clock you in for overtime.

Damn, another late evening.��

You let out a sigh, leaning back against the chair. Your eyes glance towards her office. She remains fixated on her computer, typing out something. Her posture remains as confident as ever, even in her chair—straightened back, determined eyes. She’s just untouchable.

Oh, to make her crumble under your body.

—

“So, you do know the reason you’re in here, right?” Mina asks, tapping her Caran d’Ache on the table—steady, expressionless. You sit in your seat, raising your eyebrows. It’s probably nothing much. You know her.

You take a careless guess, “Extra prep for tomorrow’s interviews?” putting one leg on top of the other. Your hand thrums restlessly on your thigh, foot tapping on the floor.

“No interviews tomorrow. I’ve pushed it to Wednesday in case you become too,” she says, tilting her head slightly, “drained.”

You let out a chuckle, crossing your arms together on your chest. “Come on, boss, you know I never get tired. I once did twenty interviews in a day!”

Mina scoffs, a small smile escapes her lips. “And I admire that. Still, I’m certain that this is going to be the new extreme for you.”

You raise your eyebrows. This is intriguing. Maybe this will get you a promotion. “Well, whatever it is, I’m ready.”

Mina nods approvingly, with a slight upturn on her lips. “You have a lot of tangible qualities. We’d be pleased to have more employees like you, really.”

Safe to say that lights up a smile on your face. “I’m flattered, boss.”

“I’m happy that we’ve come to this conclusion. Now, let’s get back to our topic.”

She rises from her chair, sauntering around the table. Her motion is reserved. Every step is careful. She settles in the space between you and her wooden table before setting herself on it. 

She looks down at you, smirking. Her flowery scent hits your nose. Heat builds up within your body. You stare into her eyes, and you’re sure that she’s inviting your gaze—the fire in her eyes, the slightly louder breathing than usual, the upturn of her lips, so you let your eyes wander. That slightly creased white shirt is so tempting, a deep neckline that’s just begging for you to rip it apart. Her belt, leather black, it’d sure look good on her wrists while you ruin her. The black skirt drapes over her legs nicely. If it would be just a few inches shorter.

You just can’t resist the temptations anymore. Your cock is fucking straining in your pants.

“God, you’re just smoking hot, Mina.”

It finally slips out.

Mina chuckles, covering her mouth. She leans forward just a little, enough to reveal the curves of her bra-clad cleavage. Oh, to rip it off and feast on her nipples while she moans like a slut under you. You reach out to her neckline, teasing it gently—cotton. Your fingers slide towards that top button, ready to undo it and free her from the confines of her clothes. Just imagine fucking her senseless in her own office, pressing her face against the table while you rut into her tight ass like you’ve always wished. You just have all the power in the world right now.

“Tell me,” Mina says, tilting your chin up, her body shivering slightly at your teasing. You’re affecting her, “what have you been wanting to do to me?”

You look into her eyes. They’re burning, and you can’t just contain your ferocity anymore.

“I’ve always wanted to take you, especially in this room, baby. Every time you walk past me, I just want to rip whatever you’re wearing and bury myself in your ass. God, you’re just begging to be fucked with it. I wanna know how that tight ass feels around my cock, and I’m going to cum inside while you’re just my little slut.”

Mina chuckles as the first button comes off, showing more of the breathtaking curves of her tits. You trail lower for the second, with a scorching need to expose every inch of her porcelain skin.

“That’s rather … explicit, don’t you think?” Mina says coyly, scratching your chin gently with her fingers. More buttons slowly come off with your hand. She’s just letting you do anything. You’re the one in control here.

“Your orders, baby,” you reply, smirking all assuredly. You lean closer towards her chest, taking in that flowery scent of her body. Your hand undoes the last button of her shirt, and the edge of it falls along with the gravity. She’s exposed, all for you to touch.

Mina smiles, satisfied with your assertions. “Would you mind taking my skirt off first? There’s something I’ve been wanting to show you.”

Oh, to finally see her ass after years of ogling on it, wishing to clap it against your thighs.

Your hand glides down towards her belt, undoing it with ease, as if it’s a practiced move. She lets out a pleased hum as the belt comes off—another layer of obstruction gone. You then reach for the zipper of her skirt, eager to pull it down. The air is thick with tension, ready to snap at any second. You couldn’t be more prepared to make her your cumdump.

“Come on, baby. Don’t you wanna see the surprise?” Mina huffs, hand trembling under your chin.

You chuckle. “Good things come to those who wait.”

Your fingers find her zipper, before pulling it down gently. The sound of it just almost breaks you—so intense, so irresistible.

Until it reaches the bottom stop. The clicking sound elicits a smile from the two of you.

“What are you waiting for?” Mina quips.

Without another word, you grab the waistband of her frustratingly long skirt. Fucking finally. Her ass is yours.

And you pull it down. 

What the fuck?

It’s a fucking strap-on.

Your mouth hangs open in shock. Strange? Peculiar? Bizarre? Those words cannot describe the sheer astonishment you feel on what’s under her skirt. You try to say something, but nothing comes out of your mouth. Your body freezes, unable to make sense of the black cock poking into your face, only shivering with what you’re unable to process. You’re supposed to be the one using a cock here!

Mina runs her hand in your hair, playing with locks and curls on your head. You hear a soft giggle from above, but your focus remains on her throbbing plastic cock. Images of what she could do with it flash into your head. You’re pinned against the door, defenseless, as her cock drills into your ass rhythmically. Wet clapping sounds echo through the room—might even leak out to the main office. Lube drips down your thighs onto the floor. The room reeks of sweat, sex, and your perfumes blended together. She gives your ass a slap, and your moan becomes a melody for the entire floor.

And more.

Your face is pressed onto her stack of documents on the table, body shaking with her cock splitting you open. A pool of cum sits at the door. You’re oversensitive from your first orgasm, but she keeps attacking your prostate with an unmatched precision. Sweat drips down your forehead, ruining the papers with your mark of submission. “Oh, you’re ruining the next meeting’s plans!” Mina chides, without any signs of halting her barrage. She’s just wasting papers printing these out.

And more. This is just embarrassing, staring at her cock and imagining how it could ruin you into a slut.

Your leg is raised in the air. It’s for easier access, Mina said—should’ve kept yourself more flexible. Another pool of cum sits under her desk, not as much as the one at the door, sadly. Mina thrusts into you relentlessly, nails digging into your skin. Your face is pressed against the window, all visible for the workers going home to see. It creaks slightly with her motion. “I’m going to clean my window with your cum, well, if you’re not drained yet at this point.”

You’re fucked.

“Do you think black fits me? I’m pretty bad with colors, so I’d like some external inputs.”

And why the fuck are you still hard?

You look up at her, finding a smile so full of kindness—the kind of smile parents use to assure their children. It’s supposed to be warm. It’s supposed to be calming, but you���re fucking certain that there’s nothing but sin in her heart—lust with a tinge of pride, to be more specific.

“I’ll take that as a yes, glad that you love it,” Mina says, ruffling your hair softly. You just can’t process this anymore—so foolish with human dynamics. Your control is demolished the instant that her cock springs free, imagining the ways she can ruin you—against the door, on the table (on top of that, her meeting documents), against the window, cock dangling pathetically and giving everybody below a free show.

Suddenly, she grips a handful of your hair, not harsh, but effectively locking your eyes on hers. She leans in a little closer. You can see the small wrinkles under her eyes, the small pimples on her forehead, the streak on her lips. Her minty breaths brush against your face. It makes her more human, less of a Hel. Somehow, though, that just makes her more terrifying.

Humans shouldn’t be capable of wielding this kind of terror.

“So, I have lube under my desk, just for cases like this. Off-document disciplinary sessions, you know?” Mina says with a chuckle, eyes so full of faux-compassion. “Although I’m in the mood for trying something new.”

You can only gulp. Mind races with the possibilities of how she’ll make your ass ready for her cock. Honey? Vaseline? Condensed milk? A bead of sweat falls down from your forehead. Your body trembles in her hold. The scent of her body overwhelms you. You can’t think straight anymore.

“I did say that you possess a lot of tangible qualities, right?”

You sheepishly nod, barely prepared for her next words. It’s just all dread, no room for any levity.

“Well, there’s one thing that has been an ongoing problem with you” — and she leans closer to your ears, still on the desk — “you just don’t know when to shut the fuck up.”

The realization hits.

You are a bitch. All this time, you’ve been a foul-mouthed fucker who’s practically begging to be put in his place. Everybody has grown tired of you, but no one dared to take any action. Those boundary breaches, those uncalled-for teases, those flirty incitements, they were tabbed. And now, it’s time for you to pay it up.

“Therefore, you and your mouth need to be taught a lesson, one that’s going to stick.”

Mina gets down from her table, standing up straight—resolute. Her white top hangs open, all unbuttoned, but still as classy as always. Her black, artificial cock stands tall, ready to take on your fuckholes without any mercy.

“Kneel, please.”

Trembling, you get up from the chair. You’re a little taller than her, but that means nothing with her having everything in her hand like this. You feel reluctant to get down; a part of you hasn’t given up yet. 

But an order is an order.

You sink to your knees, her throbbing cock in your face. It’s so close. The scent of her perfume and sweat wafts into your nose. Your hands tremble. Your body shakes with dread. Your stomach churns.

You’re hard, though.

“Open your mouth.”

Your lips part slightly, barely ready for her relentless violation. She grabs a handful of your hair with one hand, the other aiming her cock towards your mouth. Your mouth quivers in fear. The air is thick with anticipation—the way she’s going to feel in your mouth, the way it’s going to hit the back of your throat, the way that you might cum pitifully from sucking her cock alone.

You flinch at the first touch of her tip on your lips. It’s so cold, so synthetic. Mina pushes it inside further, parting you more. Your body writhes as her width spreads your mouth out. It’s so big. Too big. The air becomes her—her sweat, her perfume, her cock. You feel nauseous from the revolting taste of plastic. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever savored. Consider it a new experience. She pushes more, and it’s starting to trigger your gag reflex. You spasm uncontrollably, making retching sounds in your throat. This is too much for you, but there’s still a few centimeters left. She drills it in, and her cock begins to stretch out the back of your throat. She’s just too big for you. Your hands seek grips by your side. You settle on her thighs. Your eyes flutter. You can’t breathe. Fuck. And with one final push, she’s at the hilt. Your throat is fucking ruined. The sound of your breath against her body rings in your ears.

Fuck.

You’re just a toy for her now.

“How was it?” Mina scoffs, running her fingers through your hair. You try to focus on her eyes, but her cock is buried so deep in your mouth it robbed a handful of your senses away—vision included. So, you just give her thighs a few squeezes.

Mina giggles, relishing in the scene of her employee getting his mouth fucked out like this. “Oh, I don’t know morse code, baby. I think you’ll have to use your mouth.”

Of course, she presses you harder into her cock.

Your body writhes violently in her hold. You can’t breathe on her hips. Your eyes are fluttering, and they’re getting all teary. You’re just a lump of flesh, begging to be used and abused.

Suddenly, she lets go. Your head springs off, nape landing on the chair’s edge. It stings, but that can’t compare to the happiness you feel when a puff of air hits your lungs again. A relieved smile escapes your lips. You look up into Mina’s eyes. She smirks, and they’re still gleaming with feigned compassion. Drool falls off your lips onto your clothes, onto the floor. You’re a mess. It’s all dirty, but that’s the last of your priorities.

“Sorry, didn’t see my cock in your mouth earlier,” she says, smiling shyly.

You say nothing, still trying to catch your breath. Your heart races in your chest. Your body aches with humiliation. The synthetic taste of her cock lingers in your mouth, and you’re sure that you’re going to remember this for a long time.

Mina squats down, hand reaching out for your lips. You can only smile wearily against the chair, mind all scattered. She wipes the mess on your lips away, cleaning your face with her delicate hand. For one second, it feels so soothing, and you think that it’d be better if this is genuine. You can feel your smile widening, face shifting closer towards her fingers, nuzzling against them. It’s just so affectionate that you forget how she fucked your face mere seconds ago.

You hear Mina chuckle. It’s probably amusing her to see her boytoy loving her touches like this. She continues to wipe the remnants of spit off your face like a baby. No chastising. No mocking. Just pure warmth. Each stroke only makes you sink deeper into comfort that you forget you’re going to be facefucked by her in just a minute. You just try to cling on to something, and there’s nothing wrong with it.

Oh, she just broke you into pieces.

Finally, she lets go of your face, leaving you cold on the floor again. Your head rests against the chair—spent. Your spasms subside as your body finally finds its rhythm once more. Your breathing comes back to normal.

Mina smiles, before asking, “What do good boys say after they get something?”

“Thank you.” It slips off your debauched lips so easily.

“Thank you, who?” She presses into the tip of your nose lightly with a smile that just makes you melt.

“Thank you, Miss Myoi!”

The answer brings out a chuckle from Mina’s lips. She just looks so happy. “Ah, you’re close! Again, thank you, who?”

This isn’t just a quick patch, it’s a whole revamp on your brain.

“Thank you, mommy!”

It plagues your veins. It’s buried in your heart. It’s tattooed on your skin—permanent.

“Good boy.” She smiles, and you earn another ruffle in your hair.

There’s no coming back from this.

“Now, I’m going to stand up, alright? Don’t worry, mommy’s not going anywhere,” Mina says, cupping your cheek. 

“Yes, mommy,” you reply, nuzzling and whimpering against her palm.

The comfort on your face is short-lived as she stands up, and you can only whine in disappointment. She towers over you once more. Her cock dangles just a few centimeters away from your face, so slick with your filthy drool. It wants you to suck again, suck on it until your mommy cums, and you’re ready to have your breath taken away for her pleasure.

Voice still honeyed, Mina says, “Time to get up, baby boy. Time to put that mouth to use.”

In a haste, you get up to your knees again. The synthetic smell of her cock hits your nose, but you don’t feel so disgusted by it like you did mere minutes ago. Instead, you part your lips instinctively, becoming a willing boytoy for her. Your eyes look up into Mina’s eyes, begging her to bury her cock in your mouth.

“Aw, I’m so proud of you. You’re such a perfect slut for mommy, ready to suck my cock like this,” Mina praises, pushing herself forward. A smile escapes your eager lips. You’re so close to feeling her again. 

She grabs a handful of your hair, a little lighter than last time, and she guides you towards her cock. You stretch your mouth wider, readying yourself for her crushing width. Your throat relaxes. You’re going to take all of her in your mouth like a good little slut.

“Say ah,” Mina tells you.

“Ah …”

Your body doesn’t jolt the instant her tip touches your lips. You’re doing better. Her cock invades more and more of your mouth, filling it with its plastic taste, poking the back of your throat. Your body begins to shake as your breathing becomes difficult. Your eyes roll into the back of your head. The scent of her perfume and her cock fill your nostrils. And in a heartbeat, you take all of her.

At the hilt, you can barely breathe. Your eyes flutter with the overwhelming size of her cock. You can only cling on to her thighs pathetically. Her nails bury deep in your hair. The feeling, though, it’s neither rejection nor disdain. It’s acceptance and pride. You’re at peace with how your body was made for her cock. You’re at peace with how you were born to be her slut.

And you couldn’t be happier.

Suddenly, the grip in your hair tightens, making you wince around her cock in pain. Your toe curls at the nerve-snapping sensation. Your fingers dig into her thighs. She begins to grind her hips against your face. Your throat makes guttural, animalistic sounds as her tip grinds the back of it. You’ve never heard that before. Your eyes quiver with the rolling of her hips. Everything is so blurry now. Tears form in your eyes. Your nose gets squished on her waist as she moves. Your lungs are begging for air, but it's so hard to breathe. It’s suffocating. You panic.

“What’s the matter, baby boy? Can’t breathe?” Mina asks, voice so fucking full of smugness. The answer is up for your grasp, if not for the black plastic cock stuffing your mouth like this.

She continues to grind her hips against your mouth, fucking your face at a tempo only she can hear. Your breathing remains lacking in any kind of rhythm. 

Someone’s probably into it.

But not you.

Oh, and she just moaned for the first time in the evening. She grinds herself deeper, having that G-spot pleasured at a little cost of silencing that trigger-happy mouth.

“Your lack of manners won’t be tolerated, baby boy. You don’t let the adults do the talking alone.” Mina scolds, but her hips remain pressed against your ruined, spit-soaked face. She moans again, finally getting the insides of her properly fucked. The scents of her and plastic consume you like a hypnosis. She’s fucking your face, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

Thankfully, she pushes your head back, leaving just her tip resting inside your mouth, and you know damn well enough to take a deep breath. It smells disgusting, blighting your lungs and blood vessels with a scorching plague, but it’s better than suffocation. Spit coats her cock, glistening it under the evening sunlight. It drips down to the floor—the first mark of filth in this office. Your eyes shoot up to Mina, who’s still giving you an infuriatingly warm smile.

She just won’t let you go so easily.

Mina laughs, still manages to keep that kind-and-loving façade after fucking your mouth open.

Twice.

She squints as she smiles, pulling your cheeks lovingly like you’re a child. Your body is still spasming, throat fucked-out. Your vision is all blurry with your tears. Your lips quiver against the head of her cock. Though, if she revels in having you like this, who are you to argue?

“That was so great, baby. Mommy’s gonna cum if you keep this up,” Mina praises, ruffling your hair fondly. You can feel warmth glowing around her body again. You know it’s a devious manipulation. You’re not supposed to fall for it, but your heart has already yielded, “and you’re going to be a cock-drunk mess by the time we’re done. How does that sound? Do you wanna make mommy cum?”

Your breathing slowly stabilizes. Your sight becomes clearer. It’s coming back. It’s your brief reprieve, and you’re cherishing every second of it, knowing how Mina can just rob it in a matter of seconds. She meets your gaze, anticipating an answer. The thought of your throat being used vigorously shouldn’t entice you this much. But with your cock twitching in your pants like this, you can only do the best you can—a whimper. 

“Aw, you’re so cute!” Mina says, pouting, pulling on your cheeks again. It’s so affectionate, so blissful, and suddenly, you feel safe with her once more. You nuzzle against her soft palm feebly, letting out a string of whimpers against the tip of her cock. The smell of the office’s hand soap fills your nostrils. Your toes are still twitching softly in the aftershocks. The remnants of her skull-fucking linger in your bones, reminding you of the woman you belong to.

“Now, say the magic word first, and I’ll fuck that mouth of yours.” Mina coos, hand cupping your cheeks. Her skin still feels so smooth against your face, so warm.

Your mind blanks against her cock. What’s the magic word?

Mina seems to notice, letting out a soft chuckle as your brain goes into request timeout. “When good boys want something, what do they say?”

Oh, that word.

“Please?”

“Please, who?” she presses. She needs you to say it. It is just overkill at this point, but you’re too broken for any kind of resistance.

“Please, mommy!”

Mina’s smile grows, satisfied with you. “Good boy!” she says, and she lets her hand run through the locks and curls of your hair. She feels how your hair brushes against her skin. She feels your warmth in her hand. She feels how you’re awfully, utterly fucking hers.

And here comes another afterlife-teasing session.

She grabs your hair—not painful, not nerve-snapping, but enough to yank your head back and forth. Your mouth is stretched open by her cock, as she ravishes your throat again. You’re pushed against her hips, forehead pressing on her taut stomach, hands gripping on her thighs. Your body convulses, fighting for air as your nose inhales nothing but the synthetic smell of her cock. Your toes curl in your shoes. Your knees hurt. Your eyes flutter. It’s a physical struggle. 

But a mental nirvana.

With her cock, it’s not an immediate fondness. The shock of seeing that strap for the first time still lingers in your head, if faintly. But with how she just slowly breaks you down from that point, it’s calculated. It’s masterful. Your brain fully knows that it’s a manipulation, a slow, torturous one, but your heart just can’t resist. The way she takes control of your head, the way her cock stabs the back of your throat, the way she praises you and degrades you, they’re just irresistible.

In short, you’re her nasty little slut.

“So hungry for mommy’s cock, aren’t you?” Mina asks, pressing you firmly against her leather. Her cock is already poking the back of your throat. It’s activating your gag reflex over and over. You make bestial, pornographic noises from your vocal chords. They echo in your ears, displacing the silence in the room, and it just fills you with an insurmountable amount of dread.

And she pulls back, leaving just the tip resting between your swollen lips. More drool falls to the floor. Your body trembles. Your toe curls. Your stomach churns.

“Look up here. I wanna see those pretty eyes while I fuck you.”

You struggle to meet her eyes, still fluttering in the mind-breaking sensations, so she tips your chin up slightly. And when you find her gaze, it’s still so full of that deceitful kindness. There’s comfort to it, just that her actions are a tad violent.

“Making eye contact with the people you talk to is important, you know? It would show that you’re giving your attention to them,” Mina says, and you just whimper feebly as a response.

“Oh, yes, fucking your mouth. Totally forgot about that.”

She plunges her length into you, stretching those cock-craving lips open. You flinch slightly. No throat poking this time, and you don’t gag as much as you did. Your grips on her thighs relax, not digging so deep as before. And she pulls back. Breathing becomes easier like this, small margin, but anything is better than suffocation. You do your absolute best to keep your eyes on hers. Another thrust, another recoil, and Mina begins to moan. 

Your mouth can be used for good, after all.

She probably finds that it would be a little bullshit to start slow, considering that she pressed your face against her waist more than twice. That’s the tempo. She yanks your head back and forth around her cock, and she’ll moan every time it stretches your mouth open—so raw, so guttural.

You wince every time she thrusts her length into your pesky mouth, but you’re adjusting to it. It’s like you have a choice, after all. You’re living with it. You place your tongue on the underside of her cock, trying not to resist, trying to make it easy for the two of you. Your hands slide up her thighs, making her moans grow louder.

“Should’ve known how to shut your fucking mouth earlier, because, god, you’re such a perfect cocksleeve,” Mina says, voice cracking a little. She’s getting weaker. She’s getting lost in pleasure, but you just can’t do shit about that—too busy sucking fake dick overtime, at least you get money for this. “Two birds with one stone, you know? Just one cock for you to shut the fuck up and for me to cum.”

You whimper weakly against her length, attempting to keep that precious eye contact. It’s hard, though, when she just keeps yanking your head back and forth like this. Your hands slide towards her backside, finding that plump, muscular ass you were dying to clap your thighs against (well, before an executive decision says that your mouth looks better when fucked).

“Yeah, I’ve heard that before. I do jump squats,” Mina huffs between the filthy moans. Your spit is out of control at this point. An entire pool forms in the suffocating space between you and her—a mark of your submission. You make desperate gagging sounds against her length. The plastic taste of it fills your mouth. Your air is her. Just her—her sweat, her plastic cock, her perfume. You fight through your tears to look her in the eyes. Oh, and it’s fucking beautiful.

Everything is fucking beautiful.

Mina’s moans begin to climb the scale. Her grip on your hair tightens, yanking you harsher than ever. Her ass clenches in your palms. Her breathing quickens. A bead of sweat falls on your head. This is it—the moment you’ve been waiting for—from the first moment you see her strap, from the first throat fucking, from the first utterance of ‘mommy’. Myoi Mina, your boss, your mommy, your fucking everything, is going to cum from fucking your face.

Put it in your résumé: Myoi Mina’s whore.

It begins with how her body stiffens, with a loud, guttural groan that escapes her mouth. You are at the tip of her cock, and you should’ve expected her to push you onto her hips, to feel her rhythm, her trembling, her unravelling. Air is knocked out of your lungs at the instant your nose is pressed against the leather. Her body arches, half-collapsing onto the edge of her desk. She can barely hold it together. Your lips are stretched around the base of her strap, savoring that disgusting plastic taste. Her ass tightens in your hands. Your gagging sounds blend with her moans. Everything is exploding.

A fracture appears. Mina’s eyes flutter in the wake of her ecstasy. Her head falls backwards as she buries herself in your face through her high. She’s lost. She’s lost in the pleasure, succumbing to the sweetness of her orgasm. It’s a reminder of her mortality. She’s not a goddess. She’s vulnerable. She can break, just like you.

But god, you would trade everything if it means that you are hers. Plus, two jobs at a single company—UI designer and your boss’ slut. 

HRs love it.

It abates, eventually. Mina catches her breath quickly, gazing down at you to watch her own destruction. Your face remains stuck to her hips, head tilting to the side just a little to gather that treasured air into your lungs. You shake, aftershocks linger. Your hands are pressed between her ass and the table. She looks at you, smiling, so proud of you. Her hands run through your hair one last time, feeling the mess she made, before dragging you off her cock. Spit falls to the ground, but you’re too exhausted to care. You get a good look at her—her eyes, her smile. She’s satisfied. She’s fulfilled. All because of you.

“You did so well for mommy,” Mina says, voice cracking a little. She cups your face lovingly, and you can’t help but to nuzzle against her palm, letting out a soft whimper. She just feels so warm, and you figure you must cling to her. You must cling to her for your dear life. “We’re halfway there already.”

Halfway there.

One hole down, one more to go.

Anything for your mommy.

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Self indulgent post, Mark being down bad

You were thankful you decided to stay home today, the storm was unrelenting outside as rain pattered down against surfaces like bullets, thunder and lightening exploding amidst the wind and rain. As ominous as it was, taking safety measures and remaining inside comforted you, you followed procedure, anything else is out of your hands.

A warm mug next to you as your favorite blanket draped over your legs, your laptop dimly playing videos of varying types. Everything was fully charged, your phone next to you, quiet as a mouse. You weren't going to move for a while...

A knock on the front door quickly stopped your train of thought, all appreciation dissipating.

Holding back a groan, you got up from the couch, adjusting your clothes as you made a beeline for the door— peephole be damned, who's crazy enough to be out in this weather?

Swinging the door open, you look up to a messy head of sopping wet black hair. You almost didn't recognize Mark since his hair is always out of his face. His eyes were swollen, and his lips tugged into a cross between a frown and a pout. This is the first time you've seen him since your break-up about a month ago.

"... Mark?"

"... Hi." He sounded glad, like he didn't expect you to answer. "... c-can I come in? I just- I need to talk to you, like REALLY need to."

"No." Your answer may have been cold, but your relationship ended on bad terms. "Go home, it's thundering outside."

His heart plummeted to his stomach seeing you close the door, his hand quickly reaching out as well as his foot to keep it open. "Wait— please. (Name), hear me out. Just hear me out and I'll go, I swear." His voice almost cracked as he begged you.

"Mark, it's over. I gave you back all your stuff and deleted your number, just move on—"

"I can't." He whimpered, "please, don't make me do this— I can't find anyone else like you." He sighed, unsure if it was shaky from the cold or the sob bubbling in his throat. "Don't leave me, please- just hear me out."

You grimaced, the door opening further by his hand. "(Name), you don't have to respond now, but please just... don't do this." Mark approached you, clothes soaked through his coat and hands hesitant to touch you. "I-I can't stop thinking about you, please baby—"

You looked away, wincing at the nickname. "I told you not to call me that."

"I'll call you whatever you want— fuck, (name), please—" you heard a thud, glancing back to him you found him on his knees, his arms caging around your legs. "Don't leave me, please- need you so bad.." he sniffled, a choked sob escaping him.

His rambling continued as he rubbed his cheek against your body. You're now mortified as your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself. "Mark. Get up. My neighbours will see—"

"Let them, I don't care." He huffed, the tears and sobbing returning tenfold. "Just take me back— I-I'll be good, I promise." Mark looked up at you with glossy eyes, the pink undertones of his skin now more evident from both the cold and the crying. "Please baby, lemme be your good boy again..! I'll be the best, I promise. I love you so much..!"

Your other hand landed on his head by mistake, he almost moaned at the feeling of you touching him in a way that slightly resembled affection, leaning up to your hand. "I know deep down you still love me too.." he huffed, that sentence was such a gamble.

"Let me in, let me show you how much I love you." He kissed your body wherever he could reach, causing you to yelp. "Mark!! What the hell?! I'm serious! Stop it!"

With renewed vigour, he looked up at you. "I'll stop when you let me in... please, baby.. it's so cold outside..."

[pelicanoctopus]

This is so real. Y'all. If you have never paid more than $100 USD for a pair of jeans, your jeans are fast fashion. If you have never paid more than $50 USD for a shirt: your shirts are fast fashion. Unless you buy graphic tees from a company that is loud and proud about their non sweatshop textile/garment sourcing? You better believe that's fast fashion too.

For years and years and years the only non fast fashion garments I owned were underwire bras and bathing suits that were hand made in Germany and I paid over $100USD for every single one because there were no other options for the tig ol biddies I was sporting at the time. It took so much of my budget that I bought practically no other new clothing for over a decade.

Most people cannot afford to buy clothes that aren't fast fashion. Like OP, I'm not going to judge anyone for having a fast fashion wardrobe (the majority of mine still is), because it's very much a Samuel Vimes Theory Of Boots type problem. You need clothes to cover your body, so you buy what you can afford. The clothes you can afford aren't as good for the planet or the people who made them and they're not going to last as long as something made both sustainably and well, but you need clothes to cover your body, so you buy them anyway.

And then on top of that, there's also the problem of: having paid $$$ for jeans/shirts is not actually a guarantee that the garments you own are not also fast fashion. The garments might have been made by hand or in an ethical workshop, but with fabric that came from a sweatshop mill. Or they might be straight up sweatshop work from start to finish & cost $$$ because of the brand label on them.

Or they could be "sustainable" and "ethically sourced and produced" and just absolutely garbage quality because the "fair wages" they pay aren't high enough for the garment workers who have actual skills and experience.

Yes, it is better - for the environment, for the people making your stuff, and for your budget (if you're a pleb like me who can't get by without one) - to buy less and take good care of what you own than to buy a bunch of clothes and only wear each garment a single time. But more likely than not, even with your best efforts, even if you spend $$$$, you're going to end up with a wardrobe that is at least partially "fast fashion" because that's 90% of what's available to the average consumer.

So do better if you can, but yeah. Unless you're wealthy enough to have all of your clothes made bespoke with ethically produced fabric? Don't delude yourself into thinking you're not participating in/wearing fast fashion, because there's a 99% chance you are. Like OP said: words mean things.

I love nonfiction that I simply cannot relate to at all. "it's easy to get addicted to buying fast fashion! I used to spend thousands of dollars on it a year!" okay. you're a space alien.

[captain-barnes-writes]

Mine ( Lewis Hamilton )

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x reader (with a bit of Jude Bellingham)

Type: Insta au

Face Claim: Camila Morrone

Warnings: just a jealous Lewis hehehe

When Lewis Hamilton starts dating someone equally famous as he is, he is struck with how much male attention she gets and has to lay his claim.

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User I love the view (you)

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Charlesleclerc let’s play chess

YourUsername im right next to you my handsome scrumptious man ily so much

KimiAntonelli I’m landing in Paris tomorrow!!

User you look so sweet 😭I literally can’t

User this is the type of stare you give to your significant other

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Yourbestfriend must be nice 👀 i miss youuu

YourUsername I miss you, see you in a few days🫶

LewisHamilton even looking away you look so pretty

User we love a well traveled queen

User it’d be so funny if you ran into Lewis Hamilton, he’s literally there too! My two worlds colliding 🤭

KylianMbappe Dinner?

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YourUsername dazed 💘

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JudeBellingham absolutely breathtaking 😍

User Jude what are you doing here

User he’s really shooting his shot🫢

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Yourbestfriend always 💖

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LandoNorris 😍

User LANDO

User lol omg YN really has footballers & f1 drivers on a chokehold

User 🫢

User she was just in Paris where is she now??🫨

User what’s Ferrari doing here

User even the admin is crushing on Y/N

User can’t blame them 😮‍💨

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LewisHamilton can’t take what’s already mine

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User caption?

User SUS

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User ME TOO

User who is making my cutie patootie mad??

CharlesLeclerc 🧐

Alexandrasaintmleux 👀

User what is happening

User this is an inside joke for sure

ScuderiaFerrari ❤️‍🔥

BellaHadid true 🧘‍♀️

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YourUsername can this last forever?

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Yourbestfriend I love seeing you so happy 💖 my sunshine of a bestfriend

BellaHadid She really is the sunshine 🥺

YourUsername love you my prettiest ❣️

SofiaVergara Bella!!

YourUsername y tú la más preciosa💖 (and you the most precious)

User we love a bilingual queen!

JudeBellingham geez😮‍💨😍

User @RealMadrid come get your child

MicheleMorrone let me show you more of my beautiful Italy 🇮🇹

User the fact that he knows she’s in Italy lmao

User not the 365 days man himself 😳

Neymar 😍😍😍😍

DamianoDavid my goodness 🫨💘

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F1wags New WAG alert? 🚨 Lewis Hamilton spotted with a woman who looks a lot like Y/N. Fans are speculating the two have been vacationing together as their social media has portrayed them to be in the same places around the same time. What do you guys think?

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User kind of explains his last caption since a lot of famous men have been in her insta comments hitting on her

User that’s what I think too

User it sounded a little jealous tbh

User my two worlds colliding omg

User I ship it 😍

User that would be the hottest couple

User imagine their babies

User can’t the man have friends??

User with his track record lmao

User how can this man just be friends with YN??

User He really said let me show these men she’s already taken

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F1Wags Days after photos surfaced of Lewis Hamilton & YN out in Italy, new pictures have come out of the pair having dinner yet again. The ever-private formula 1 driver has not had a public relationship since Nicole Scherzinger. Do you think Y/N is changing that? What do you guys think of Y/N as a new f1 WAG? Count me in 😍

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User I have no words 🫣

User can Lewis fight??

User Y/N and Lewis was not on my bingo card this year

User Another one for his roster lol

User hater

User honestly his fuckboy antics are a thing of the past

User you think he’ll ever have a relationship like the one with Nicole??

User He’s been so private after that one

User he’s been looking so happy lately

User if it’s true, I wish them so much happiness 🥹

Complex Y/N seen in Monaco arriving to building where Lewis Hamilton resides. This comes after Real Madrid star Jude Bellingham allegedly sent flowers and a letter to Y/N’s hotel room. The football prodigy is said to be extremely infatuated with the starlet, leaving likes and comments on her posts. Lewis Hamilton, per close sources, was said to be fuming at this. He’s been seen with plenty other actresses and socialites, but hasn’t been in a formal public relationship since 2015. He is said to have fallen hard for the young starlet the last few months and dislikes the attention she gets from men.

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User and I OOP 😳

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User right? Who would’ve thought lmao

User The Y/N effect ✨✨

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User I’d be jealous too

User can’t blame him honestly

User I mean why not just confirm it then?

User He wanna be private so bad they’re gonna steal his girl lmfaooo

User she even had Lando in her comments im dead

User she had THE Michele Morrone trying to show her Italy 🫣

User she is literally Henry Cavill’s crush I mean??

User my fuckboy needs to man up 😩

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BellaHadid yes, shoo them away 🤣

AlexandraSaintMleux IM DEAD

Yourbestfriend the chokehold she’s had on these athletes and actors is insane lol

BellaHadid and singers!

Lewishamilton thanks for reminding me 🙂

ScuderiaFerrari I know red is your color @yourusername ❤️❤️

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Lewishamilton you’re good young pup

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YourUsername yours baby ❤️‍🔥

LewisHamilton The world needed to know that what’s mine is mine only

YourUsername 😳

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[apatheticsunday]

Apprentice of the Butler

AKA "Alfred Pennyworth hires an interim butler while he recuperates from a Rogue attack. Who better than adoption bait Danny Fenton?" prompt!!

Okay, so imagine Danny moves to Gotham to pursue astrophysics at Gotham-U but he's having a surprisingly difficult time keeping a job. Every time he gets hired, the place gets burned down or blown up by Rogues; it's like he's catnip for trouble. Somehow, he's always in the wrong place at the wrong time.

And Alfred Pennyworth also happens to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. He's at the Gotham Market Co-op, where Danny's been recently hired, and suddenly it's gassed by Scarecrow's Fear Toxin. All the employees and customers scramble to put on their gas masks, but Danny's new enough that he has no idea what's happening. He's suddenly seeing Fright Knight, Dark Pariah, and the GIW. So, he Goes Ghost, defeats all of Scarecrow's goonies, and saves the day! If only his boss would think so, too.

Uh, no. Apparently Danny's now on a Wanted List as an undocumented meta?? And his boss can't be investigated by the GCPD (he's, like, four years behind on taxes and has been dodging the IRS for longer), so he regretfully has to let Danny go. But, hey! Maybe if he becomes a documented meta, he can get hired back. Except Danny can't because the GIW can access the meta registration database and he'll be found out faster than he can leave Gotham.

So, Danny's fired again.

And Alfred "Pride & Honor" Pennyworth?? He's not gonna let the child who saved him (because Scarecrow absolutely was going to snatch the Wayne's butler, who better to take hostage than a billionaire's publicly beloved Father Figure??) possibly become homeless. It's clear the kid is a college student and is barely scraping by, probably paying way too much for room and board at Gotham-U. And... maybe his wrist hurts a bit from a fall. He's older now, it's not impossible that he'd get a sprain or a broken bone. (Plus, Alfred knows the look. The same one as Dick, Jason, Tim, even Bruce. There's an immense grief in those small shoulders, fear and loneliness.)

Cue Alfred hiring Danny on as an interim butler while he recuperates (oh, he's terribly injured, thank you so much for helping me, my boy-). And Danny can't say no. I mean, this old man got injured during the Rogue attack he was apart of! And he's asking for help! And it's also nice to have some money. And a bed and... oh, God, he's working for a billionaire frootloop. Uh-oh.

(Alfred absolutely doesn't tell Bruce about his new son apprentice. It's worth it to see Bruce's eyes glaze over as sees a black-haired teenager standing in the kitchen with Alfred, then doing a double take when he realizes it isn't Jason. And the others are banned from the kitchen, so who is this child in his house?? It's not Kon or Jon either??)

Meanwhile, Danny is actually having a great time with Mr. Pennyworth!! The older man is kind, soft-spoken, and really knows his stuff. Danny really enjoys learning how to cook, especially because none of the food comes alive to fight him. Eventually the Batfam just become used to seeing Danny in the kitchens, gardens, around the house with Alfred. He's a cute kid, always smiling and talking about his college classes. He has effortless sarcastic banter with both Damian and Jason, bonds with Tim about some kind of difficult mechanical mathematics or something, trades dad jokes with Dick. He even manages to win over Cass, Steph, Duke, and Babs.

The only one Danny doesn't truly seem to like is Bruce Wayne, although he never outright disrespects him, since he pays the bills and Danny's midwestern manners kick in. Bruce is confused and very concerned because why is this kid literally glaring daggers at him all the time?? Is he going to poison Bruce's coffee?? Danny's just trying to figure out if Bruce Wayne is a "collects vintage dentures" or "keeps teenagers locked in his basement" type of billionaire frootloop. (He'd kinda prefer the kidnapping, Danny does not want to go looking for a wine cellar and find an entire basement of old teeth.)

Bonus if Bruce tries to subtly win the boy over and Danny's just like, squinting at him, white-knuckling a frying pan and muttering, "That's exactly what someone who collects teeth would say..."

[peachyscenes]

bed chem | ateez x gn!reader

how i think ateez are in bed. yes i listened to bed chem on my way home from work lol.

hongjoong

i think hongjoong is the type to be quick about things. as much as he'd love to really explore your body, kiss, and tease you, he's a little impatient. not to say he wouldn't do foreplay, he's actually very careful with that, i just think he'd get too excited about the main course of your rendezvous night. he just wants feel you on his cock, he wants to fuck the soul out of you, he wants to reduce you into a deranged, yearning version of yourself, and he thinks he can do that without the extra steps. though if you asked or if he's feeling really sappy, he'd definitely take the time to love you more slowly. aftercare with hongjoong is him drawing you both a bath. he's very cuddly afterwards, so he'd gladly hold you in the warm water while you both talk. he'd probably accidentally fall asleep in the tub, so definitely wake him up lightly (and try not to tease him if you think you can't go another round).

seonghwa

i think seonghwa is the type to really like simmering into sex before turning up the notch. he'd love all the extra steps. his ideal night would be some wine and fruits that you both enjoy together, which then leads to kissing and heavy petting, which then leads to grinding and you both slowly stripping each other (gosh he's so in love with you). kisses on exposed skin as clothes come off one by one, the heat of the fireplace illuminating your body and face just right. his heart picks up and he's scared that you'll hear it, but even if you can, you hold it gently with your own hands. aftercare with seonghwa consists of him holding you close to him, ghosting his fingers down your spine as he calms down with you. words of affirmations leaving from his lips as he kisses your face.

yunho

i think yunho is serious when it comes to sex. sure, there'd be some giggles here and there, but on nights where he wants to show you how much you mean to him, he's very sensual. he'll tease you a little to have you wanting more. he'll have you chasing the ghost of his touch on your legs. he'll have you squirming at his barely there kisses on your skin, begging him to really kiss you. he'll strip you down naked first and you don't feel embarrassed because yunho has always been transparent. he wants you, and bad. yunho has a little possessiveness to him, he loves leaving marks in areas only you can see. it gets him excited knowing where they are, like a little secret between you two. aftercare with yunho is quiet. it's not uncomfortable, it's more of a basking in each other's presence as he helps wipe you down and you kiss the scratches you left on him.

yeosang

i think yeosang is assertive in bed. he's often seen being taken care of, choosing to follow the crowd and staying quiet to better understand the instructions. however, with you, he'll tell you exactly what he wants. he's very vocal about what he wants to do, what he wants you to do. yeosang does not hesitate, feeling very sure of whatever he says. roles aren't really established between you two . whenever you both have sex, it's about what feels right in the moment, though if asked, he'll admit that he's taken the lead more than a couple of times. yeosang is not shy about sharing his thoughts in bed. he'll moan into a shared kiss about how good you feel on his cock, how hot he feels, how beautiful you look underneath him. another one to secretly mark your body, but not out of possession, more so to remember the night. aftercare with yeosang is a bit clumsy. he'll be sure that you both drink water and are settled and ready to sleep when he remembers that you both need to use the bathroom.

san

i think san is the type to be romantic about sex. he loves the intimacy, the trust, the love that comes with it. tell him you love him and he'll plunge into you even harder. hold him close as you're both in missionary while he confesses everything he loves about you. definitely the type to hold hands in the act. and to kiss your hands when they're on him. he will always make love to you, it's never a fuck for him. he definitely likes the softness of morning sex as well. when the sun is just coming out, and the rays of the sunrise hit your body so prettily as you ride him. he's down to do it anytime you want, but anniversary sex, birthday sex, really any important date is very special to him, because he can show you just how much you mean to him. aftercare with san consists of him peppering kisses everywhere on your body as he praises you for doing so well.

mingi

i think mingi would be sweet in bed. he's very tall, and gives off sexy, "freak in the sheets" vibes, but people forget just how soft he is. mingi's a little shy too. he'll blush when he undresses you, he'll blush when you undress him. please, kiss his thighs. mark them up, scratch them a little, just give them attention because he LOVES that. another vocal man. he'll tell you how pretty you look when you go down on him before feeling flustered at his own actions. mingi doesn't mind taking the lead, but he likes it better if you do instead. he likes being dotted on, cared for. talk to him sweetly too, he hates degradation and feels that it throws the atmosphere off if anything "mean" is being said. aftercare with mingi is giving each other massages. he'll then kiss you all over your face and the biggest smile plastered on his own.

wooyoung

i think wooyoung is unpredictable in bed. he's constantly looking up trends between couples online, therefore when something peaks his interest, he'll want to try it with you immediately. his favorite trend that he "discovered" is outercourse aka non-penetrative sex aka dry humping. he especially likes dry humping if you're wearing one of his button up shirts. wooyoung is a tease as well. he's going to coo at you if you wear something special for him. "oh? what's this?", he'll ask with the biggest grin on his face as he circles around you, his fingers grazing the material, getting up close and personal to "inspect" the fabric. the type to pin you down on the nearest surface as his breath ghosts over your neck. aftercare with wooyoung consists of him cleaning you up, dressing you in his clothes, and making you a soup to eat with him.

jongho

i think jongho is the type to be a little silly in bed. it's not always, but he's very giddy about having sex with you. his heart is thumping through his ears as he undresses you, and out of shyness and happiness and all positive thoughts, he'll let out a giggle as he undresses himself. BODY WORSHIP!! he loooves your body and so positions where he can admire you are perfect for him. ride him, get on top of him, he's in heaven. definitely uses his strength to his advantage and will tease you with it. you will absolutely wake up with love bites on your chest and he is not sorry for it lol. the type to put on r&b and light some candles to set the mood even further. aftercare with jongho consists of you getting a full body massage from him and then afterwards you both do facials while watching a shared tv show.

[mageofmadness]

◞♡ nsfw

caleb’s definitely a just the tip type of guy you cannot tell me he wouldn’t beg for it like anywhere and everywhere all the damn time. does not matter where you are, what time it is, etc. sometimes he doesn’t even care to come...he’s not trying to fuck you and fill you up, he just wants inside of your cunt because it’s been a long day and surely you missed him too and he can’t help it, it’s his favorite place to be. so warm and you’re always so wet and sweet and he’s got such a silver tongue “just the tip, honey. i’m sorry, you just look so good. i can’t stand it...can’t wait ‘til we get back home" so of course you agree because you did miss him, but you also know his tricks by now and it’s hardly ever just the tip.

sure, it might start that way. maybe you’re pressed up against the bathroom wall, having both slipped out during an important work gala because “i didn’t like the way they were looking at you. i haven’t left your side all night, who do they think they are?” and you know you don’t have enough time to fuck so you agree because caleb looks so handsome, how could you deny him anything? he hurriedly hikes your dress up and you give him some credit when he lifts your hip, notching the tip of his cock against your hole, but then he presses in and in and in until the tip he’d promised is so deep inside of you, your legs are starting to shake.

“im sorry, fuck. i-i'm sorry, i can't help it. fuck, how are you so tight? always so tight. it’s not my fault, baby. if you didn’t want me this deep, why are you trying to fuck yourself back on my cock, huh?” and you are. you're squirming and trying to adjust to his size and now you wish he’d move instead of pinning you against the wall with his cock splitting you open.

or maybe you’re on the couch, worn out after a long day, and he’s promising just the tip. nothing more this time...he swears.

“you don’t have to do anything, baby. i know you’re tired, i’m sorry. i know, it’s been so long, though, honey. please, pips. all i could think about all day was coming home to you and you smell so nice and and and…” and maybe caleb really does mean it this time, but either way, he always takes care of you. he can have whatever he wants.

his cock is so heavy when the tip rests against your hole, both of you already weeping for it, and he groans, sliding in just enough. he starts to jerk his cock as you whine on the couch, moving your hips because now you want more and right now is the time caleb decides to stick to his word?

“stop moving, baby. fuck, look at that…look at you. you want it that bad? but i promised, didn’t i?” he moans, and you writhe, feeling the jerky movements of the tip of his cock, your cunt begging for something to fill it but he doesn’t. caleb doesn’t give in this time, having to shush you because this is unfair. how dare he suddenly deprive you, and when he comes, he comes with his cock pressed just enough inside of you for nothing to spill out. admiring his work, panting, “thank you, fuck. missed you so much, baby. gonna make you come now, kay? don’t think i forgot about you...just needed to come in this pretty hole. what? i just gave you...oh, you want it it all? my whole cock? you’re the one always saying ‘just the tip’ sweetheart, you’ve gotta be more clear, then.”

you have half a mind to argue with him, opening your mouth to explain clearly you guys both have a moderation issue, but he’s sliding into you a moment later, filling you up in one swift thrust. his last load slicks the way, and you whine. you whimper. it’s so much more than just the tip, his entire cock filling you up as caleb grins, knowing he won this game that’s not really even a game.

“there you go, yeah? maybe you'll remember this moment the next time you roll your eyes, telling me 'just the tip,' and acting like you don’t want it, pips.”

[makeitworse]

SUCK IT AND SEE

nam-gyu gets to have his way with you, but only on the condition that se-mi’s there.

nsfw. minors dni. c/w: se-mi x fem!reader x nam-gyu. threesome. fingering, handjob, oral, penetration. nam-gyu’s a creep. cucking(?). misogyny. pure filth. a/n: wrote ts at 2am not proofread at all hope it’s not dogshit sequel to girls on film

nam-gyu was determined to steal you from se-mi, whether it was fair or not. one day, during a hang-out at su-bong’s place, he corners you alone in the kitchen. his voice was low at your ear, taunting: “i know about your filthy page with se-mi. i’ll tell everyone.” but.. you don’t seem phased. you even pout, looking at him sympathetically. “if you wanted to get in my pants, nam-gyu, you could’ve just asked nicely.”

it surprised absolutely no one that nam-gyu wanted you. you’d have to be blind to ignore how often he’d practically eye-fuck you in front of the whole group. se-mi caught when his general dislike for her twisted into something darker, too. how his insults shifted into insinuating she was fucking you. she wouldn’t put it past him to have found your page, he seemed into that type of shit; so she didn’t even blink when you told her about the kitchen confrontation.

you asked se-mi first of course. you weren’t exactly exclusive, but neither of you had been seeing other people either, so you thought she should get a say. and well, she wasn’t exactly jumping with joy at having to share— but she could tell how much it’d mean to you (for whatever reason could possibly attract you to that tweaker..) se-mi had one condition: she has to be there. it was like a 30/70 ratio of her wanting to supervise in case he got too rough with you, and just being there because it’ll piss nam-gyu off.

and did. he almost went back on his chance, because the idea of se-mi being there was that much of a turn-off. but, he’s wanted you this bad, and he may not get a second offer. so he only agrees reluctantly.

these two barely glance in the other’s direction. nam-gyu starts to think you only did this to humiliate him, and se-mi’s wondering if she did something to piss you off and this is your revenge.

the foreplay’s awkward since both of them wouldn’t touch the other with a ten foot pole. they’re only here for you, after all. you beckon them to lay on either side of you. se-mi’s quick to smother your lips with hers before nam-gyu can. his mouth finds your neck instead, and he claims your breasts with both his hands.

their competition’s starts the moment the first noise slips from your mouth. they’re both convinced it was them who caused it, and try to prove that to the other. se-mi takes your bottom lip between her teeth while nam-gyu sucks a tender spot on your neck and you whine.

nam-gyu ruts his clothed boner against your thigh. you reach for him, and he moans into your neck as you close a palm around his shaft. at the same time you moan into se-mi’s mouth, her hand snaking under your panties in retaliation. her fingers are already slick with your arousal. nam-gyu can hear just how wet you are when se-mi curls her fingers in and out of your pussy. vying for your attention, he snatches your hand into his pants.

your mouth breaks from se-mi’s as you whine, hazy with her fingers rubbing little circles onto your clit. nam-gyu doesn’t waste a second in leaning over to kiss you before se-mi steals you away again. a noise escapes from his throat and into your mouth as you wrap a tight fist around his aching dick. you trade moans between hungry kisses. your hand’s jerking up and down over his length, and it’s an effort to hold back on cumming so soon when you’re whining like this on his tongue.

meanwhile, se-mi’s dragging her own over your chest, swirling it on your nipples and trailing kisses down to your crotch. she peels off your panties, prodding her pierced nose at your clit as her tongue ghosts over your core. nam-gyu doesn’t miss the way you gasp, your hand on his cock stilling for a beat before resuming its pace. you're squirming for her, and she responds in kind by latching her mouth to your pussy. you jolt as she sucks on your clit, nam-gyu’s mouth soaking up all of your pretty cries.

he thrusts up into your hand in sync with your noises, like he’s the one fucking you, making you sound like this. se-mi’s bobbing her head to lap at your clit, you’re bobbing your hand to fist nam-gyu’s dick. and you’re both close: he can tell from how your moans raise in pitch, how your hand’s stuttering on him. he doesn’t want you to cum to her. and he sure as hell doesn’t want to cum without being inside of you.

nam-gyu breaks away from your grasp. he makes the mistake of looking down— his throat burns with bile at the sight of se-mi dragging her tongue all over you like that. and you were grinding your hips against her face as if she was actually making you feel good, when nam-gyu was right there; like se-mi wouldn’t pale in comparison to what he’d do to you. he was disgusted. he wouldn’t admit it, but he was jealous.

“hey, swap with me.”

it’s as if neither of you hear him— like he’s not really there. instead he’s back at home again, watching this all through a screen and fisting himself to the sight of another girl on his girl. you’re making an idiot out of him. nam-gyu snatches se-mi’s face away from between your legs with a fist in her hair. she cusses at him, shoving him by the shoulder. her mouth glistened with your juices.

“it’s my turn now, bitch.”

you already knew they’d bicker. you wrap a cruelly tight fist around nam-gyu’s dick, and he almost keels over. you warn him to play nice, and you share a glance with se-mi that he doesn’t see. whatever. you could scissor all you wanted after this, but he was here, and you can’t just leave him hanging now.

se-mi moves to swap positions with nam-gyu as he shifts to her previous perch between your thighs. he’s practically salivating, living out his dreams in real time as he lines his dick up with your core. he hisses as the tip prods your heat. his eyes screw shut as he slams in to the hilt. you’re so wet, his dick is gliding as he starts snapping his hips at a gruelling speed. he meets your gaze when he opens his eyes: yours are blown wide, mouth parted in pants, brows pinched together. he preserves the sight to memory. it’s way hotter than he conjured up in his imagination.

he’s so lost in the view of your face contorted in pleasure that he didn’t notice se-mi’s arm stretched down. she’d been rubbing circles onto your clit since nam-gyu entered you. between his sharp thrusts up into your pressure point and her fingers working at your pussy, you were a wailing mess— not even sure what direction was up or down anymore.

and these two were relentless; in competition to be the one to make you cum. your back arching from the bed and your thighs pressing into the sides of nam-gyu’s torso were the tells that you were close. your voice was cracking in a run-on string of moans. and then the balloon pops: you convulse around nam-gyu’s cock as he pistons in and out of you, with se-mi’s fingers keeping busy at your clit.

he doesn’t let up, even when the ropes of his cum shoot into you. they’re both drawing out the sweet song of your orgasm for as long as possible. it’s not until your hands fumble down to reach for them, completely out of air to say with words that you were finished, that they pull away.

the room’s fogged with your pants as you catch your breath, while se-mi and nam-gyu stare knives into each other’s eyes. it’s a silent conversation; an argument over which one actually caused your orgasm. well, there’s no room for discussion when there’s an entire page dedicated to se-mi making you cum— and nam-gyu’s its #1 fan.

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Make it So

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Summary: The wink was all a part of his plan.

Word count: 3.9 K

Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: This fic is in the Knock You Down AU, and is the answer to this ask. Please let me know how you feel by commenting, reblogging, and interacting. 😉

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Reader is 8-weeks pregnant and asks for rough sex. Bucky gives it to her. Angst, yearning, sex in an established relationship, pregnant reader, Bucky is a simp for Furmoaså, flirting, teasing, Bucky speaking google Romanian, praise and degradation, but also degradation, shower sex, very rough sex, rough oral, ass slapping, face slapping, spit play, masturbation, hand job, blow job, raw p-in-v, after care.

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Bucky didn’t mean to listen in on your conversation with Peach, it just sort of happened.

He was walking into the living room from his home office, the one he’d been working out of since Atlanta. After everything that happened to Peach, and what he and Steve had to do after, Bucky had taken no chances.

The incident rattled him, and he’d been keeping closer tabs on you while handling his art dealings remotely.

As he rounded the corner, Peach’s voice came through the speakerphone loud and clear.

“And that was the most amazing sex I've ever had in my life. I wonder if Steve'll ever get that riled up again. D’you think I’d be that lucky?”

Bucky’s lips twitched into a smirk. He knew Steve too well. He could almost guess what type of sex play he'd gotten up to with his wife. Seemed that Peach was his perfect match.

But then he heard your laugh, light and beautiful, and the sound stopped him in his tracks.

“Knowing you, Peach,” you replied, “you’ll probably get him riled up every damn day with your crazy ass.”

Bucky leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms as he watched you.

You were curled up on the couch, the New York skyline glowing behind you through the massive windows. Your laughter faded, and your fingers toy absentmindedly with the delicate gold necklace he gave you for Christmas, the one that held a tiny charm of his and your initials.

Then you sighed, your voice softening.

“I wish Bucky would be rough with me again,” you admitted quietly, your gaze distant.

“Don’t get me wrong, the sex is amazing. He treats me like a goddess. But it’s like I’m porcelain now. The thing is, I’m pregnant, not bedridden. My doctor said I was healthy as a horse today and my cervix is sound. If women have been doing hard labor while pregnant since the beginning of time, I can take a rough fucking.”

Peach snorted, her laughter ringing out over the phone.

“First world problems, hun. Lots of women, and men, would kill to be Bucky Barnes’ fiancée. Just talk to him.”

You bite your lip, looking pensive. 

“Nah, I’m just being hormonal and crazy. You’re right, I have everything I need. Now, about the wedding, which venue on the island…”

But Bucky wasn’t listening anymore. He was too busy committing your words to memory, the longing in your tone stirring something deep in his chest. He was glad that you had Peach to talk to, but he was tasked with taking care of you, with fulfilling your every desire.

Bucky thought back to when he first spanked you and how much you loved it. His cock stirred when he thought of how your body responded to him. He did miss it.

You wanted for him to stop holding back? To stop treating you like glass?

He would make it so.

—---

The event you attended that night buzzed with energy amid a sea of sharp tuxedos, glittering dresses, and the faint hum of a jazz band weaving through the air. 

Bucky, always cool, stood by the bar nursing a whiskey, his piercing blue eyes tracking your every move.

Though the room brimmed with industry elites, what most people wouldn’t notice was the nearly invisible network of security personnel scattered throughout. They blended seamlessly, laughing and chatting, but their focus was razor-sharp. They were there for one purpose: to keep you and Peach safe. Bucky and Steve had made sure of that. 

Tonight was supposed to be a perfect night out for you and Peach, and nothing was going to compromise it.

Across the room, you stood in a floor-length gown that hugged every curve in a way that made Bucky’s throat dry. The light from the chandeliers danced over your skin making your glow even more radiant in the soft illumination.

As an art dealer, Bucky was no stranger to beauty, but you? 

You were untouchable. You were his. 

Pride swelled in his chest at the thought that you were carrying his child, and were soon to be his wife. But that pride was quickly joined by a flicker of possessiveness every time someone let their gaze linger on you for a beat too long.

It wasn’t just your beauty that held everyone captive, it was the light in your eyes, the warmth in your laughter as you chatted with Peach and Steve, your joy radiating in a way that lit up the entire room.

And yet, even surrounded by admirers, your focus always found him.

Bucky looked immaculate tonight, his sharp suit tailored to perfection. The dark fabric stretched over his broad shoulders and framed his muscled physique in a way that made you weak. His eyes roamed the room with the practiced ease of someone who saw everything, but when they landed on you, they lingered.

Then came the moment that almost undid you.

From across the room, Bucky raised his eyebrows and gave you a wink, followed by a slight nod. A small, playful smile tugged at the corner of his lips, subtle, yet devastating.

Your breath hitched, your pulse quickened. That wasn’t just a wink. It was a promise. Yes, ma’am. I’m going to fuck your shit up tonight, don’t worry.

Or maybe it was just your hormones.

But the way his lips curled into that smirk, the glimmer of heat in his eyes, it set off a wildfire in your veins. That damn wink triggered something primal, sending your thoughts spiraling. 

Suddenly, all you could think about was what he would do to you later, the unspoken promises that he’d made.

Your heart raced, your skin flushed. 

For a moment, you forgot where you were, distracted by the sheer force of his presence. It was maddening, the way he could unravel you with something so small.

And he knew it.

When you returned to the table after a chat with Peach, he was waiting. Ever the gentleman, Bucky rose to pull out your chair. But it was the brush of his fingers on your wrist, the heat of his breath as he leaned close to murmur in your ear, that nearly did you in.

“Ești absolut uluitoare, Frumoaså,” he whispered, his voice low and rich. You are absolutely stunning, Beautiful.

Bucky speaking Romanian was your weakness, and he knew that very well. Your breath caught as you sank into your chair, your pulse hammering at the base of your throat.

“Thank you,” you managed, voice barely above a whisper.

It didn’t stop there.

Every time you looked his way, he was already watching, his gaze burning into you like a brand. His hand brushed yours casually as he refilled your glass, but the touch lingered just long enough to set your nerves aflame. His thumb ghosted over your knuckles, warm and deliberate, though his eyes stayed fixed on the glass.

“Ești bine, iubirea mea?” he asked softly, his tone teasing. Are you okay, my love?

You swallowed hard, nodding. “I’m fine.”

But the heat in your cheeks and the ache between your thighs told a different story.

His lips twitched into a rakish grin, and he leaned back in his chair, legs spreading slightly. It was casual, and unassuming, unless you were the one watching. You couldn’t stop your eyes from trailing down to his crotch, betraying you in a moment of pure weakness.

Bucky caught you looking, and with a wicked gleam in his eye, he spread his thighs wider.

You grabbed your water and took a long sip, praying for composure, but it was useless. He was enjoying every second of your unraveling.

Later, on the dance floor, he turned the teasing up another notch. His hand pressed firmly against the small of your back as he guided you closer, his touch maddeningly confident. The two of you swayed to the music, but he kept just enough space between you to leave you yearning for him.

“You’re awfully quiet tonight,” he murmured, his lips brushing your ear.

“I’m fine,” you whispered again, though the tremor in your voice betrayed you.

He chuckled softly, the sound rumbling through his chest. 

“Hmmmmm. I’m not so sure about that.”

His hand slid lower, just above the curve of your hip, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles over the fabric of your dress.

Then he leaned in, his voice a deep, velvety whisper.

“Dacă asta e bine, abia aștept să văd cum vei arăta mai târziu când ești nebună după mine.” If this is fine, I can’t wait to see how you’ll look later when you’re crazy for me.

The exotic words sent a shiver down your spine, your knees nearly buckling. Before you could respond, he spun you effortlessly, pulling you back into his chest with a hand sliding up to the nape of your neck.

"I want to be very rough with you tonight. I got so excited that I ordered a new velvet flogger. For your nipples."

Your eyes widened and you had to swallow before you started to drool.

"I know you're already very sensitive, and I figure I can flick so that it delivers an extra sting."

Bucky watched your eyes dilate as your cunt clenched around nothing.

"Shame it won't be here until tomorrow. But, vrei să fii o curvă pentru mine diseară?” he whispered, his lips brushing your ear. Do you want to be a slut for me tonight?

You nearly choked on air, your head spinning as his words settled over you like a challenge.

“You’re driving me insane,” you breathed.

“Good,” he replied, lips brushing your ear again.

“Te vreau. Și îți promit, Frumoaså mea, o să-ți dau tot ce meriți când ajungem acasă.” I want you. And I promise, my Beautiful, I’ll give you everything you deserve when we get home.

By the time the night ended, you were a tightly wound coil, your nerves singing, your body burning with anticipation.

As the elevator doors closed behind you, Bucky’s arms wrapped around you from behind, his hand sliding over the gentle curve of your belly. His hardness pressed against your back, a reminder of what was coming.

“I’ve arranged for Sylvia to make a house call tomorrow,” he murmured against your ear, his lips brushing your hair. “You’re going to need it.”

Your breath caught, your mind racing as you imagined what he had planned for your stylist to make another home visit the day after she came to get you and Peach ready that afternoon.

He hummed softly, his lips grazing your neck. 

“Sper că ești pregătită, Frumoaså. I hope you’re ready, Beautiful. 

“Remember, green for go, red for stop,” he added, his voice velvet-soft.

Your knees were weak, so Bucky had to hold you up and against him as he elevator ascended

—-

Bucky made sure you had a snack and some water, taking care of your needs before giving you exactly what you craved.

With a tenderness that contrasted the fire in his eyes, he pulled you into his arms, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as he undressed you, his hands working tenderly. 

You followed him to the ensuite, where he turned on the shower, the multiple jets hissing to life in the spacious enclosure. The air was thick with water vapor. When he turned back to you, something shifted in his gaze, something dark and hungry.

Your gaze was on his rock hard and leaking cock.

"Do you want to fuck?"

He said it so simply, but it was enough to make you wetter than you were the second before.

"Yeah," you breathed, already melting under the intensity of his stare.

In an instant, he had you pressed against the shower wall, your cheek against the cool tiles. One hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back, while the other pinned your arms behind your back. You arched into him, feeling the heat of his body flush against yours as he took control, moving into your slick pussy surely and swiftly with no preparation.

Bucky started fucking you, the way he knew you liked it. You moaned and he slapped your ass, causing you to keen.

“Oh. Yess yes yes yes.”

“Fuck. Me,” he grunted into your ear.

He pulled back on your arms to pull you harder onto his cock and groped your tits.

“Jesus. So Gotdamned tight, what do you mean?”

Bucky said it through gritted teeth, almost offended that you felt so good around him, making him go even harder.  You whimpered and moaned as he pressed you harder into the wall.

“Been waiting so long for you to get rough with me, Baby. Stretch me out," you pleaded.

Bucky was in the zone, pulling almost all the way out and destroying you with long, deep strokes. When he looked up to see you smiling into the wall, he leaned forward to lick your cheek. You laughed.

“Yesss, baby.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too, want more of you inside me.”

Bucky grabbed your shoulders and stroked harder, faster, deeper, causing you to gasp for air.

“Oh my god.”

“Fuck!”

Bucky rocked back on his heels and grabbed your hair, pulling your head back as he slapped both of your asscheeks. You tightened impossibly around him.

“Ahhh! Yes, yes, yes!”

He bent your head backward and kissed your forehead as he plowed into you.

“Oh my god you feel so electric Bucky.”

He grabbed your arm and positioned your hand at your cunt, urging you to play with your clit. Except he didn’t use as many words.

“Yes, Good Girl!” was his chant as he smacked both ass cheeks again.

Bucky opened his mouth in a silent growl as you arched into him, convulsed around him and came all over the shower floor. You sagged against the wall, but Bucky wasn’t done yet. 

Far from it.

“Ahhhh, oh my god,” he surged up inside you, deep and hot, but he didn’t cum.

“Give me your fucking color.”

You were loving it. 

“Fuck yesss! Green!”

He pulled out and let the water run over you two for a minute, and then he plunged his hand into your pussy from behind.

“Another one Furmoaså. Your pleasure belongs to me.”

“Oh God….”

“You keep calling me that. “S’ not my name.”

All you could do was scream as he relentlessly made you cum on his hand again, and then he turned you around, kissed you like his life depended on it, then pressed on your shoulders to make you kneel. 

Your mouth dropped open automatically as he grabbed your wet hair and held you still as he slid his wet cock over your tongue. He fucked your face as you looked up at him and he slowed his strokes into your throat lest he cum down it.

"Make sure you breathe, my Love. Tap my thigh if it is too much."

Bucky's cock was always too much, but you were focusing on breathing through your nose. Instead of tapping his thigh, you grabbed both of them and pulled him further into your throat.

"Shhhhhitttttt, Furmoaså." Bucky's head hung back on his neck.

You reached up and stroked his cock, the part that wasn’t in your warm, wet mouth. Bucky let you take control and gag on him, pushing yourself into the wet curls at the base of his cock.

When you stayed down, he had to pull you off with a sharp, “Gotdamn it Baby,” and you smiled evilly up at him as you spit on his cock. He grabbed your hair to fuck your face again, cooing filthy praises down at you.

“Ah, shit, you look great, taking my cock like this, yes, yes, yes. Oh. yes.”

Your head started knocking against the tiles and he backed off, but you chased his cock, burying your nose in his pelvis again.

“Ohhhh shittt.”

You pulled off and started sucking him vigorously, using two hands and getting super sloppy with it; convenient, since you were in the shower.

“That’s it, show me, show me what a good cock slut you are my beloved. Show me. Good girl.”

Your head swam with the degradation and praise as you worked him, and yourself, into a frenzy.

Bucky's knees got week as you gagged around him again.

“Oh. I like being in your throat like that, missed that neck.”

“Slap my face, Daddy.”

Bucky froze, the cum threatening to claw its way out of his dick.

He positioned your chin and watched you smirk after he tapped you soundly, but not too hard. You gasped and smiled as he slid his cock to the back of your throat again and alternated strokes with slaps.

“Yes… yess… and don’t cough.”

You let him use you, your pussy soaked now. As if reading your mind, he commanded you.

“Finger your cunt, you naughty girl…”

You circled your clit as he fucked your face, and your mind faded to bliss as you pleasured yourself. 

“Fuck your cunt for me Furmoaså.”

You nearly came just from his words and you managed to stuff three fingers in and out of you at a rapid pace for a few more seconds until you came, you body humming.

Bucky kneeled on the floor and shared a filthy kiss with you, moaning into your mouth as he took over finger fucking you. You were a moaning, incoherent mess as you stroked his cock furiously. 

At one point, you begged him to spit in your mouth and as he did, you came all over his fingers.

You sucked your juices off your fingers as you looked into his now black eyes.

“Back in your pussy.”

Your eyes rolled as you fucked yourself again. You opened your mouth for him to spit again as your other hand continued to stroke him.

“Let me taste.”

Bucky licked your covered fingers.

“Fucking delicious,”

He stood up, sliding his cock back between your lips.

“Mmmmm nasty girl…”

And he fucked your mouth again as this time you came all over your fingers.

“Good fucking girl.” 

Suddenly, he pulled out and bent you over plunging back inside you and grabbing your hair as you screamed.

“Oh, fuck, your cock feels so good. So green, I’m cumming!”

“Do it, love it when you cum for me, fuckkkkk!”

Bucky stroked and stroked inside as you came and you just had to take it. He fucked you until he groaned loudly, pulling out to jerk his hot cum all over your back. 

Despite the warmth, suddenly you were shivering but you were in his arms the next second as he whispered how proud of you he was.

Bucky quickly and tenderly washed you and wrapped you and your hair in thick, fluffy towels, his hands gentle but deliberate as he lifted you into his arms.

Being held by him made you feel so safe. He carried you out of the bathroom, cradling you close to his chest, the tension from earlier melting into tenderness.

“You okay, Furmoaså?” he whispered. 

His lips pressed to your temple as he gently sat you down on the edge of the bed. You nodded, a lazy, satisfied smile spreading across your face as you leaned into him. 

“More than okay,” you murmured, eyes heavy with contentment.

He knelt in front of you, brushing his thumbs over your cheeks before kissing your forehead, then the tip of your nose, and finally your lips. The kiss was slow and tender, a stark contrast to the ferocity from earlier.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his blue eyes locking onto yours. “You know that, right? I’m so proud of you. You take everything I give you like the queen you are.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, warmth flooding through you as he tilted his head, studying you for any sign of discomfort.

Satisfied that you were okay, he stood and padded over to the mini-fridge tucked in the corner of the room, pulling out a chilled bottle of water and a small container of fresh fruit.

He returned, sitting beside you on the bed. He opened the bottle and handed it to you first, watching as you took a long sip before setting it aside. Then, he plucked a piece of ripe mango from the container and held it to your lips.

“Eat, baby,” he urged softly, his voice full of care. “You need to replenish after all that.”

You giggled but obeyed, letting him feed you piece by piece. Between bites, his large hands worked their way down your body, massaging your shoulders, arms, and thighs, easing any lingering tension. He was meticulous, ensuring every muscle was relaxed and that you felt utterly adored.

“Bucky,” you whispered, catching his hand and threading your fingers through his. “You spoil me.”

“Damn right, I do,” he replied with a crooked grin. “I’m gonna keep spoiling you for the rest of my life.” 

He leaned down to kiss the inside of your wrist before rubbing his thumb over the pulse point there. After he’d made sure you were hydrated and fed, he guided you to lie back against the soft pillows. 

“Still feeling okay, Furmoasa?” he asked again as he slid into bed beside you.

You turned to face him, snuggling into his chest, your leg draped over his hip. 

“I feel amazing,” you murmured, your voice muffled against his skin. “Thank you, Bucky.”

“For what?” he asked, his tone genuinely curious as his fingers traced lazy patterns along your back.

“For knowing me. For taking care of me,” you said, lifting your head to meet his gaze. “For making me feel so loved.”

His expression softened, and he cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin.

“That’s because you are loved. So, so much.” he said, his voice tender, yet steady.

You smiled, leaning into his touch, but his brow furrowed slightly, as though something was on his mind.

“Furmoaså,” he started, his tone soft but serious.

“Yes?" you replied, your brows lifting in curiosity and heart rate spiking with anxiety.

“I know that sometimes you keep things to yourself, because you think you’re in your head and you don’t want to bother me, or you’re embarrassed, or you think it’s just your hormones talking.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he gently brushed his thumb over your lips, stopping you.

“Let me finish,” he said with a small smile. 

“You don’t ever have to keep things inside with me. I don’t care if it’s something small, something big, something filthy…,”

You giggled.

"...Or something you think is ridiculous. I want to hear it. I want to know what’s on your mind.”

Your heart ached at the earnestness in his voice.

“You’re not a burden, and nothing you say or feel is embarrassing or silly. If you desire something, need something, or even just want to vent, you come to me. Don’t let it sit there, spinning in your head, okay?”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and you nodded. 

“Okay,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

“I mean it,” he added, brushing his knuckles along your jaw. “You can trust me with anything. You don’t have to do it alone.”

“I will,” you promised, leaning forward to press your forehead to his.  “This is why I’m in love with you.”

“And loving you is my job,” he said, a playful grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. 

“Besides, I like it when you tell me what’s on your mind. Especially when you want to be a whore for me. Makes it easier for me to provide for you.”

"So you're just doing your job," you teased, eyebrow raised.

"Now you understand."

This time his wink made you laugh softly, the tension in the air dissolving as he kissed you again, long and lingering, before settling back with you tucked safely in his arms.

The steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you into a sense of peace and your body and soul completely at ease.

“Get some rest, baby,” he whispered, his lips brushing the crown of your head. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

And he was.

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͙͘͡★ Hiiiii my friends!!! So, i actually wrote this in 2022! I just… never published it. Partly because I feel like my smut scenes arent good and partly because I didn’t like it. But because I’m cleaning my drafts and I typed all this out on my phone, I figured I’d post it! Be careful because this is ALL smut and not very high quality… XOXOXOX I LOVE YOU ALL!!!

͙͘͡★ female reader, slutty activities tbh, remus is not a shy little wolf man in this, group fuck or groupie or orgy idfk, oral sex (m & f recieving), cringey writing (i dont know how to write sex scenes without it sounding cringey lmao),

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Remus never wondered why James and Sirius had always looked a little too long at Remus’s girlfriend, assuming maybe they were still warming up to her. That would be odd, though, considering how fast the whole group warmed up to people.

Maybe- Remus thought- maybe they were in disbelief that Remus had actually pulled the girl he had been pining over since first year, maybe they were upset at Remus and y/n for spending so much time together… Or maybe they were jealous.

James and Sirius could get almost anyone they wanted. In fact, Remus could only name about fifteen students total who didn’t fancy James or Sirius (most of which are Slytherins).

But now, with Sirius on his belly on the bed with his face buried deep between y/n’s thighs, Remus recognizes it all; the feelings, the glances, the whispering, and the lusting. James Fleamont Potter- the boy who could land anyone in his bed- was groping remus lupin’s beautiful girlfriend’s tits as he fucked her willing throat.

Remus watched with dark eyes, legs spread, as he watched his best friends go down on his girlfriend. Seeing her thighs twitch and her throat bulge was a new experience, one that would probably happen a lot more in the future.

“Fuckin’ christ, y/n,” James spat, twisting and pinching y/n’s nipples. “You really love being fucked like a good little girl, don’t you? Havin’ Moony watch us have our own fun turns you on, doesn’t it? Hm?”

y/n moaned. Yes. To all questions.

Sirius had to hold y/n’s thighs open or else she’s crush his skull. Remus hadn’t thought Siri would like eating women out as much as he clearly did, but it was fucking hot. He enjoyed it greatly, taking his time swirling his tongue around y/n’s puffy clit before darting into her gushing cunt to tongue-fuck her.

“Y’gonna let me cum in that throat or do you want it all over these gorgeous tits?” James asked.

y/n swirled her tongue around James’s dick in response and hallowed her cheeks.

Remus watched y/n’s body squirm on the bed, watching James move his hips even faster and Sirius unconsciously grind down hard on the bed.

“Put a little pressure on her lower belly before she cums,” Remus’s gravely voice advised. He swallowed and palmed his dick through his boxers.

Sirius’s warm hand moved up to press down a little bit on the soft skin just under y/n’s belly button. He immediately groaned at she way y/n’s legs went slack.

James’s thrusts turned sloppier, jaw clenching as his orgasm approached. “Suckin’ the life outta me, merlin,” he murmured.

Sirius, previously letting out small moans and groans, was practically singing into y/n’s pussy; lapping desperately at y/n’s clit and slipping two fingers in her at random, making her head spin and back arch.

Finally, just as James’s hips stuttered, the white-hot coil deep in y/n’s core snapped, gushing into Sirius’s mouth. James groaned deeply as his seed poured into y/n’s throat, filling up her belly with her boyfriend’s best friend’s seed.

Remus’s own cock- still in his boxers- throbbed under his hand, watching his best friends and girlfriend reach their high.

When James pulled out of your mouth, he leaned down to give your flushed lips a kiss. “Thank you, dove,” he murmured, stroking baby hairs from your face before dipping down to kiss you again. Remus’s gaze flickered to Sirius- who, was holding down your squirming body to lap up the rest of your cum.

“Can you handle Moony, love?” Sirius asked from between your thighs. You finally- finally- looked up at Remus with those dark eyes of yours and Remus almost came right then.

Remus tilted his head, hand resting over his throbbing boner. “Can you?”

You smiled coyly. “Come over here and find out, pretty boy,” you rasped.

[seitmai]

Many thoughts

You shrug. “Because I can.” Bradley grimaces. “You’ve got to have a better reason than that.” “Why? Because you did?” Bradley watches you wearily. “Because it’s not easy. Because it’s the fucking pits, actually.” He sighs heavily. “Because it’s all consuming –” “You told me to follow my gut.” Bradley takes a beat, flabbergasted. “Obviously, that was before I knew which direction your gut was pointing.”

Oh Bradley...

You stare through his eyes right into his soul. “You don’t think I can do it, do you?” Bradley groans uncomfortably. “That’s not it at all. On the contrary, I think you can do pretty much anything you want. I just don’t think you’d be happy doing this.” “You can’t possibly know what would make me happy. You don’t even know me.”

Uff, that had to hit

“Do you realize the implications here? You are signing your life away. That’s it. It’s not yours anymore. You want that?” “There’s more to it than that.” “Sure, but that’s the main part. You don’t get to decide anything anymore. Where you live, how you live, if you live. They decide for you.” You shrug. “I can live with that.” Bradley shakes his head. “Do you want that?” You give him a meaningful look. “Do you regret your decision?” Bradley releases a steady sigh. You got him there. “No,” he responds grudgingly.

He honestly had it coming, he should have known by now that she is too quick witted to let that slide 🤷🏻‍♀️

Truthfully, he considers that this may be the best-case scenario. The two of you were becoming far too friendly and Hangman would certainly have noticed. This way, he can drop off his passenger in ten hours’ time without a second thought and be on his way. No drawn-out goodbyes, no clumsy embraces, no guilt-ridden conversations with brother dearest. Yes, this is how it should have been from the start. Awkward silence, buzzing radio, peace and quiet.

No 🥺💔

“Anyway,” you say, reaching over and placing your hand on Bradley’s thigh. “Friends?” Bradley, whose leg is tingling so intensely under your palm that it nearly spasms, looks over at you feebly. “Friends,” he manages to say, although it comes out as a half-whispered croak.

Ah yes the totally ✨️friendly ✨️ gesture of touching someone's thigh

“It’s coming,” Bradley retorts with a smirk. “It’ll come faster if you behave.” In all honesty, Bradley didn’t anticipate the amount of supervision you’d require. Not that he’s averse to keeping an eye on you. After all, you’re pretty easy on the eyes.

🤭🤭🤭

You push off the barrier and approach him slowly, your eyes holding his gaze temptingly. You place a hand over his chest and Bradley experiences something he imagines is akin to being struck by lightning – but infinitely more enjoyable. You proceed to sweep your fingers over his pecs while Bradley proceeds to dissolve beneath your touch. “You got your shirt dirty,” you say matter-of-factly, as though you might as well be dusting a mantelpiece.

He is so gone

“It’s kind of a dangerous place to be discussing laundry.” You glance up at him, your eyes searching his. “Are you gonna kiss me, Brad Bradshaw?”

I just loved this so much!

Bradley blacks out for an entire three seconds, then says, “Here?” because he hasn’t even let himself rehearse this type of situation. And now, he’s evidently unprepared. He gulps again but his throat is so dry it feels like he’s been chewing on dust for the last half hour. “Do you want me to?” he stammers. You shrug, as if you could take it or leave it. “If you want.”

In my eyes she is the coolest, most nonchalant person ever and Bradley is putty in her hand😌🤭

Bradley, so immersed in the moment that he forgets entirely their precarious position on the shoulder of the interstate, blurts out, “I’ve wanted to since the moment you called me the dorkiest guy at the station.” You giggle. “Is that all it takes?” You take a step closer to him, your eyes drifting down to his chest where you tentatively place your hand right over his heart. “You were also the cutest,” you say, lifting your gaze to meet his again.

🥰🥰🥰

Bradley snorts, picking up on your facetiousness. “Accessories sold separately,” he mutters as you tug on his open Hawaiian shirt. He takes a step toward you obediently. You eye him mischievously, a staring contest for the ages. “Kinda had my heart set on the whole package.”

I'm sure he will make a great deal for her 🤭

Bradley, who receives this statement with as much disappointment as would a toddler deprived of his Halloween candy, grimaces. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” he replies, knowing full well he's bound to break before the two of you ever reach Dallas.

Bradley’s insides violently convulse, but he can’t fathom a more pleasant experience. He’d really like to tell you that it’s yours, whatever your heart desires. He’d really like to sink his hands into your hips and pull you in, press himself against you, watch as your lips part in anticipation. And he’d truly give just about anything for a taste of your mouth, of the skin on your neck, of…

Oh he is so gone 🥰🤭

I love that he is the older one but more like a love-sick puppy here 🤭

Hotter Than Texas | Part IV

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader

A/N: My friends, I'm finally posting an update. Y'all are extremely patient XD Hope you like it!

Summary: Bradley Bradshaw is tasked with transporting a not-so-delicate package in the form of Jake Seresin's baby sister, who turns out to be Bradley's dream girl worst nightmare.

Aka it's a road trip, strap in.

CW: swearing, age gap (10 years)

WC: 2200+

Part I | Masterlist

It takes Bradley a good long minute of staring before he can formulate a thought worth sharing, and the worthy part is highly debatable. “I don’t think that’s a very good idea,” he finally says.

You furrow your eyebrows at him in offence. “Excuse me?”

Bradley squeezes his eyes shut and rubs his face as though, with this action, he could effectively erase the last five minutes of the evening. If only he hadn’t asked. What had possessed him to ask? He slides his hands slowly down his face just as the server delivers a plate of tortilla chips and cheese dip to your table. The truth is, he just can’t picture you in a uniform, conforming. You are one of a kind – the antithesis of the military mold. “Why?” he asks, instead of voicing any particular opinion – of which he has many.

You shrug. “Because I can.”

Bradley grimaces. “You’ve got to have a better reason than that.”

“Why? Because you did?”

Bradley watches you wearily. “Because it’s not easy. Because it’s the fucking pits, actually.” He sighs heavily. “Because it’s all consuming –”

“You told me to follow my gut.”

Bradley takes a beat, flabbergasted. “Obviously, that was before I knew which direction your gut was pointing.”

You purse your lips and glance down at the untouched queso on the table. “I want to fly,” you say quietly.

Bradley stares at you. “Take a vacation,” he says. “Get a window seat.”

You fix him with a cold look. “You ass.”

“Come on,” he responds with a small smile. “You’re not going to tank half a decade of your life just to sit in a cockpit.”

You stare through his eyes right into his soul. “You don’t think I can do it, do you?”

Bradley groans uncomfortably. “That’s not it at all. On the contrary, I think you can do pretty much anything you want. I just don’t think you’d be happy doing this.”

“You can’t possibly know what would make me happy. You don’t even know me.”

Bradley nods despite being hurt by the comment. He’s only known you for a couple of days, sure, but somehow, it feels like a lifetime. “You’re right,” he says, suddenly losing his appetite. “I barely know you. You probably shouldn’t have even told me.”

You roll your eyes and gather about a pound of queso onto your chip. “Are you seriously going to sulk all through dinner?”

“I’m not sulking,” Bradley replies, irritated that you’ve noticed.

“I told you because you asked,” you say. “But nobody else knows. And I’d like to keep it that way until everything is finalized. I don’t want to be swayed.”

Bradley raises his eyebrows. “You want me to keep this from your brother?”

“Mmhmm,” you mumble around the chip in your mouth.

“Are you crazy?” Bradley hisses. His relationship with your brother is strained enough as it is. And crushing on his baby sister is bad enough without also lying to Jake on top of it all.

“Pretend you don’t know,” you suggest.

It’s Bradley’s turn to stare you down. “I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” he sighs wearily, “I want you to be swayed. You can’t just join the Navy on a whim –”

“This isn’t a whim –”

“Do you realize the implications here? You are signing your life away. That’s it. It’s not yours anymore. You want that?”

“There’s more to it than that.”

“Sure, but that’s the main part. You don’t get to decide anything anymore. Where you live, how you live, if you live. They decide for you.”

You shrug. “I can live with that.”

Bradley shakes his head. “Do you want that?”

You give him a meaningful look. “Do you regret your decision?”

Bradley releases a steady sigh. You got him there. “No,” he responds grudgingly.

“So, obviously, there’s more to it than just completely renouncing your freedom.”

There is, and he wouldn’t give it up for anything. But still, something tells him that it’s not for you. “You’ve made up your mind?”

You swirl another chip in the cheese, deliberating. “I think so.”

Bradley watches you soak your tortilla until it’s soggy, wondering how any of this is real. “Okay, I won’t say anything.”

…

The next few hours of the drive are mostly silent. Bradley concentrates on the route rather than his unfortunate exchange with you while you spend the time looking out the window. Not that there is much to see on the interstate, but that doesn’t seem to deter you.

He feels bad. He was kind of hard on you – and perhaps a tad overbearing considering he isn’t a close friend who might have any influence over your decisions. You didn’t tell him because you wanted his input. You told him because Bradley’s a nosy prick who wouldn’t let it go until you did. And now you’re mad at him and you have every right to be.

Truthfully, he considers that this may be the best-case scenario. The two of you were becoming far too friendly and Hangman would certainly have noticed. This way, he can drop off his passenger in ten hours’ time without a second thought and be on his way. No drawn-out goodbyes, no clumsy embraces, no guilt-ridden conversations with brother dearest. Yes, this is how it should have been from the start. Awkward silence, buzzing radio, peace and quiet.

Bradley eyes you inconspicuously as he checks his rearview mirror. Your expression is completely stoic as you stare straight ahead, ignoring Bradley’s presence completely.

Bradley looks over at you more obviously; he can’t help it. But you turn your head to look out your own window.

Bradley sighs. “Now who’s sulking?” he says.

You glance at him bitterly but say nothing at all.

“Look, I’m sorry, alright?” he says, sounding more impatient than apologetic. “You just took me by surprise.” Everything about this trip has taken him by surprise, if he’s being honest.

You fold your arms over your chest mutely.

“Don’t be mad,” Bradley says.

You look over at him sharply. “Trust me, darlin’, this ain’t mad.”

Bradley smiles at you despite himself. “Well, that’s worrisome.”

You roll your eyes but the corners of your mouth lift microscopically. “I’m just … irked.”

Bradley pulls his lips in to keep from grinning as this might irk you further. “I’m sorry for irking you.”

You draw in a deep breath, as though you’re trying to gather the strength to continue coexisting with an imbecile like Bradley. But then you release it and say, “I know that it was unexpected,” you say calmly. “And I know that you’re concerned.”

Bradley nods solemnly at the road ahead of him rather than at you.

“Which I appreciate, I suppose,” you continue, shrugging.

Bradley furrows his brows apprehensively. “I just want you to think it through,” he reasons. “And part of thinking it through is discussing it with someone who’s been in your shoes.”

“Maybe,” you respond. “I guess I’m just worried someone will talk me out of it.”

Bradley nods again. Somebody talking you out of it is exactly what he had in mind.

“Anyway,” you say, reaching over and placing your hand on Bradley’s thigh. “Friends?”

Bradley, whose leg is tingling so intensely under your palm that it nearly spasms, looks over at you feebly. “Friends,” he manages to say, although it comes out as a half-whispered croak.

…

“Should we call roadside assistance or something?” you say, skeptically eyeing the wrench in Bradley’s hand.

Bradley gives you an amused look and crouches down before the flat. “You think I’ve never changed a tire?” he calls back over the roar of traffic trying to beat rush hour on the I-10 as he starts to loosen the lug nuts.

“I think you might stain your shirt,” you respond, still sounding hesitant.

“I’ll be careful,” he says, positioning the jack under the Bronco. “Stay back from the road, will ya?” he adds when you walk around the car to observe the flow of traffic.

“I’m looking for a tow truck,” you say absently, craning your neck.

“We don’t need a tow truck,” Bradley replies emphatically. He rises from his squatted position and walks around the vehicle to where you’re standing. “Can you please step back?” he repeats patiently, placing a hand on your arm. “You’re making me nervous.”

You turn to face him, your back to the speeding cars on the freeway. He just missed the last exit when his tire blew, so he had to pull off onto the shoulder, which isn’t the safest place to stop.

“Maybe you should wait inside the car” – like he’d originally suggested – but Bradley doesn’t voice that part.

“I’d rather stretch my legs,” you say, twisting your hips to one side and then the other as though you’re loosening your joints.

Bradley watches you wryly. “Can you stretch them over here?” he asks, pulling you right up to the concrete barrier.

“How’s the tire coming along?” you ask, eyeing the raised back end of the Bronco.

“It’s coming,” Bradley retorts with a smirk. “It’ll come faster if you behave.” In all honesty, Bradley didn’t anticipate the amount of supervision you’d require. Not that he’s averse to keeping an eye on you. After all, you’re pretty easy on the eyes.

You raise your eyebrows at him. “Am I misbehaving?” you ask with a mischievous smile.

Bradley does a double take just as he’s about to go back to attend to the tire. He’s not surprised at the way you’ve interpreted his statement; he meant for it to be misconstrued. Although, now that you’ve responded in kind, he’s sort of speechless, especially since you were giving him the silent treatment not two hours ago.

You push off the barrier and approach him slowly, your eyes holding his gaze temptingly. You place a hand over his chest and Bradley experiences something he imagines is akin to being struck by lightning – but infinitely more enjoyable. You proceed to sweep your fingers over his pecs while Bradley proceeds to dissolve beneath your touch. “You got your shirt dirty,” you say matter-of-factly, as though you might as well be dusting a mantelpiece.

Bradley, very much shaken by this interaction which he’s clearly misread, gulps and takes a hold of your hand before you can continue to brush at him. “It’s an old shirt,” he responds, trying to keep his voice as calm and as steady as he can.

“What if it won’t come clean?” you ask sadly.

Bradley watches you for a moment, captivated and bewildered in equal measure. “I have other shirts,” he reassures you.

“I like this one,” you say, tugging slightly on the lapel.

“Alright, well, I can soak it overnight, I guess.”

“You guess?” you ask reproachfully.

Bradley stares at you in confusion. “Yeah, I guess – listen,” he pauses to emphasize his point. “It’s kind of a dangerous place to be discussing laundry.”

You glance up at him, your eyes searching his. “Are you gonna kiss me, Brad Bradshaw?”

Bradley blacks out for an entire three seconds, then says, “Here?” because he hasn’t even let himself rehearse this type of situation. And now, he’s evidently unprepared. He gulps again but his throat is so dry it feels like he’s been chewing on dust for the last half hour. “Do you want me to?” he stammers.

You shrug, as if you could take it or leave it. “If you want.”

Bradley, so immersed in the moment that he forgets entirely their precarious position on the shoulder of the interstate, blurts out, “I’ve wanted to since the moment you called me the dorkiest guy at the station.”

You giggle. “Is that all it takes?”

“Apparently.”

You take a step closer to him, your eyes drifting down to his chest where you tentatively place your hand right over his heart. “You were also the cutest,” you say, lifting your gaze to meet his again.

Bradley, who’s riding a fine line between delight and delirium, tries to hide his growing grin as he verifies, “You think?”

“With a great sense of style.”

Bradley snorts, picking up on your facetiousness. “Accessories sold separately,” he mutters as you tug on his open Hawaiian shirt. He takes a step toward you obediently.

You eye him mischievously, a staring contest for the ages. “Kinda had my heart set on the whole package.”

Bradley’s insides violently convulse, but he can’t fathom a more pleasant experience. He’d really like to tell you that it’s yours, whatever your heart desires. He’d really like to sink his hands into your hips and pull you in, press himself against you, watch as your lips part in anticipation. And he’d truly give just about anything for a taste of your mouth, of the skin on your neck, of…

He takes a step back, clearing his throat awkwardly. “I – uh – gotta finish this while there’s still light.”

You blink at him in surprise but quickly regain composure. “Sure, of course, sugar,” you respond nonchalantly. “I won’t get in your way.”

Bradley sighs mournfully. “You’re not getting in my way.”

You hold his gaze boldly. “Well, I was about to, wasn’t I?” you retort with a knowing smile.

Bradley briefly closes his eyes. “Yeah,” he admits, opening them back up to look at you. “Yeah, you were.”

You hold your hands up mildly, as if to indicate that you’re conceding. “Won’t happen again, Lieutenant.”

Bradley, who receives this statement with as much disappointment as would a toddler deprived of his Halloween candy, grimaces. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” he replies, knowing full well he's bound to break before the two of you ever reach Dallas.

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[midnightshindig]

Hey! I hope you’re doing well, I got a request for you. I feel like couples showering together is such an intimate and loving experience, can you do hc’s with wife!fem!Reader x Cecil, nothing too nsfw but if you want some on there then go for it.

Cecil X Wife!Reader: Showering Together

Pretty short one this time!

hcs under the cut!

When you first proposed showering together, Cecil was hesitant

It sounded inefficient and weird

But you emphasized that you would really enjoy it, and that he might enjoy it too

soooooo I mean cmon, he's not gonna turn down an innocent request from his WIFE

There's something weirdly intimate about seeing you naked in a decidedly non sexual context

Watching you unbutton your blouse and unhook your bra, moving to unbutton your skirt, letting it fall to the ground, finally stripping completely

It was mesmerizing

he'd never watched you that closely before

You were the type of person who undressed top first, then bottoms, huh?

He never knew

Once in the shower, you took turns with the water, each wetting your hair

"Hey, Cecil?"

"mhm?" he responded, running his hands through his hair to get it all wet

"Will your shampoo my hair for me?" your voice was soft and hesitant, the weight of your request not lost on you

It wasn't lot on Cecil, either

"Oh- of course." he immediately grabbed the shampoo and poured a quarter-sized amount into his palm, lathering his hands together as you turned your back to him

His hands worked their way into your hair, like a scalp massage

Cecil was trying hard not to hurt you by pressing too hard, or getting his hand snagged in a tangle.

But he was perfect and gentle, the soap bubbling up on your scalp like intended

After rinsing your hair, Cecil figured he'd ask for something similar

"Will you uh- get my back?" he asked, weirdly bashful about such an innocuous request

the intense intimacy of it all was getting to him

He was so stoic by nature, this much prolonged, non-agenda'd intimacy wasn't something he anticipated

But, of course, you were more than willing to take his loofah and scrub down his back with love

The rest of the shower went slowly, it was probably the longest shower in either of your lives

You conditioned your hair, scrubbed down your body, and washed your face

Cecil had never noticed your skincare routine before

Seeing this side of you fascinated him

"you know, we've been married for a while, right?" he started, having taken to leaning against the shower wall to observe you

"Mhmm" you hummed in response, scrubbing soap around your collarbone

Cecil continued, "And in that time, I don't think I've ever seen this side of you...."

He approached you, wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned his head on your shoulder "I'm glad you suggested this."

You smiled warmly, tilting your head to kiss his cheek "Me too, honey, me too."

[xiepheer]

You know i really wanted to know how or why did the Beast's adopted little Y/N for like did they wanted to have a child of their own or something but now that i think about It what type of cookie Y/N would be as well as their power would be like If they were in crk and what do you think their voice would sound like?

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Hello everyone! Just to say that like always, I've been busy! So much homeworkkkk!

Also btwww I'm sorry that I haven't updated in so long!

I don't usually have the motivation to write!

I also have a tiktok acc where I feel more motivated in making videos instead of writing! 😭

Anyways here's my tiktok: HelixiaLoves

I make crk content!

I hope u understand that I feel more motivated in making videos rather than writing 😭🙏

Anyways ENJOY!

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Mystic Flour cookie

When she first found you, you were a small filly at the side of the road.

She thought to herself:

"Who would've abandoned their own responsibility?"

So she took you in.

She didn't want another young cookie to end up like her.

Abandoned by their own creators.

So she decided to take you in and call herself your mother.

She took care of you.

Raised you.

When she was sealed, she just knew she could count on Cloud Haetae for taking care of you.

You were 6 when you watched your beloved mother get sealed but you didn't know why.

Why did they see your own beloved mother a threat?

Sure she has the ability to turn cookies into flour but wasn't she supposed to fufil cookie's wishes?

To be worshipped because they get their wishes fulfilled?

That was what you were questioning until you grew up to find out what destruction she has caused in the Earthbread.

When you find out, you couldn't help but think about why she did that to your called home, Earthbread.

To cause destruction in the very land you and her was raised in.

When she was released, she doesn't understand why you were distancing from you.

Until she finds out why.

You, were scared she'll turn you into flour.

"Oh dear child? Why must you fear the very cookie that had raised you and given you all your needs?"

She asked.

She hadn't smiled in so long and she thought she would've when she could finally see the sprout she helped to grow.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what child?"

"That your deepest desires is to turn this world into nothing but Flour?"

"It is not my desire. It is not what I thought before."

"What do you mean..."

"Cookies have become too greedy. There must be one cookie to put them back in place. And that is my one and only mission to do."

"That's not what you said before."

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Burning Spice cookie

Burning Spice cookie never actually wanted a child.

He only did so to prove the other beasts that he can train any cookies to destroy.

Well he didn't fail and failed at the same time.

Burning Spice cookie doesn't even know how to take care of a kid so he left you to his generals.

You grew up to learn how to fight and be strong but you didn't know that you and him aren't actually biological father and daughter/son.

It's quite obvious how he's willing to destroy everything, no matter how small or big, he'd destroy.

But you, you'd fight and destroy if you were willing to.

But you couldn't stand the chance to fight a weak cookie.

It was like the state you were found in back then.

Weak and small.

And now, you are strong and powerful.

Powerful like your 'Father'.

When he got sealed, the generals has to depend on you for the kingdom.

So you took over.

The generals didn't understand why you stop destroying and was not like your 'Father'. (Plot twist, they didn't know you're not his actual father as well)

And you told them,

"Not Always we have to destroy. We could put these weaklings into great use in the kingdom."

You spoke.

The generals wasn't used to training a lot of weak ones.

Typically, they're used to training upper ranks rather than weak untrained ones.

When your father returned, he didn't expect the kingdom to be like this.

The once most feared kingdom now being crowded with weak cookies he has never seen before.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!"

That scared everyone.

Everyone including you.

"Father, I thought that I could recruit more cookies for the Kingdom's reputation!"

"REPUTATION?! ALL I EVER ASLED YOU IS TO WATCH OVER!"

"Yes indeed but wouldn't it be great for more cookies to fight for you?"

"Fight me? AHAHAH yes I would love that."

"What no..."

"What a great choice you chose! Now show me! "

"What has destruction bring you..."

You are quite tired of your father's destruction sometimes.

But you didn't understood why he would love to destroy everything.

And that is when and elder told you the truth.

The Herald of Change, once a great and powerful hero and ruler, now corrupted for seeing the same cycle over and over again that he has to break the cycle to make a new one.

You felt sad at his origin. Seeing everything be born and wither away again and again surely would drive you crazy like him.

But you still think that destruction would not be the answer.

So when you told him that confidently, he scoffed.

"And what do you know little one? Surely there'll be a day that you too will wither away like the others."

"Destruction isn't always the answer to everything. It's the natural apart of life."

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Shadow Milk cookie

When he first found you, no.

He created you.

Created you supposedly for shits and giggles and because he doesn't know what to do that day.

But ever since you were created, you were supposed to be another mindless puppet until you started acting like your own.

A puppet that has its own mind like a regular cookie was something he would never throw away like the others.

And though he still thought about you throwing away when you get useless, something inside him amde him not to.

It made him feel the need to protect something fragile like he used to.

Back he was sage, he never actually experienced a childhood.

He was baked into the world knowing everything.

When you grew up, you had his personality.

Probably because you were made by his own hands.

You and his minions got along well.

Most of the time.

Candy Apple cookie wasn't at first.

But she grew fond with you and started acting like you're her little sister.

Black Sapphire Cookie is the older brother that would always try to help you and ditch you at the same time.

There was a time where he ditched you in the middle of the woods but still went and brought you back.

Shadow Milk cookie made you watch his shows and make you rate them.

He would also teach you and make you watch as he destroys parts of Earthbread.

He had a slight hope that you would have his powers so he could as well teach you how to be just like him.

When he got sealed, he just knew he has to depend on his minions.

You and his minions went through disguises.

In different kingdoms but in disguises. You hav decided to keep your identity a secret for now.

When he got released, he was pleased to see that you've grown up to be almost like him.

Almost.

You like jokes like him, always taking thigns not seriously until you decide to.

But there's one thing that's not in common.

He likes destruction but you don't.

Why?

Because you saw how Earthbread was.

A peaceful world if you do not disturb the peace.

But yet, a question lingers in your head.

"Why do you want to destroy Earthbread? Aren't you supposed to protect it?"

You asked him.

He looked at you, quite surprised that you even thought of the question but soon it turned into a grin.

"Well you see tiny sprout of mine, we all need drama in our lives!"

"That doesn't explain why you still have to destroy."

"My point is that life is boring without a little drama in it!"

"Destroying and controlling isn't drama"

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FINISHED GUYS! HOPEFULLY YOU LIKE THIS ONE!

i was just scrolling through my requests and I found this one intriguing!

Anyways this took me an hour and a half I hope u like this!

Also the type of cookie and the power the reader (you) has here is depending on you!

USE YOUR IMAGINATIONNNN!

[softlyfiercely]

my descent into crayon madness

okay so. i just spent the past week of my life doing almost nothing besides making crayons, because when you are making crayons, you cannot do anything else. i wish i had taken actual nice, before-and-after type photos documenting this project, but i didn't. instead my life descended into total chaos for a week while i made almost one thousand recycled crayons. i thought tumblr might enjoy this. under a cut (do you love the color of the crayon)

it started innocently enough. i am a youth and children's minister, and as part of the children's program materials, we have this big bin of crayons that are dull or broken, and as such, the children absolutely refuse to color with them. but it feels wasteful to throw out pounds upon pounds of crayons that would be perfectly usable if not for the fact that the kids broke them and then immediately went 'oh no, not the quencies' (for kids who are so anti-broken-crayon, you'd think they'd be a bit gentler with the unbroken ones. not so)

so i think, wouldn't it be neat if i melted them down and made new crayons with them? and i can give them out as part of the easter gift bags? that way the church spends no money on easter gifts and we deal with this huge bin of otherwise unusable crayons.

can't be too hard, right? a few years ago, we did a similar activity for trinity sunday as an object lesson on the trinity - but i didn't actually have a crayon shaped mold, so we used other silicone mold shapes, and the kid-made crayons came out cute as an illustration of the trinity but not that usable as, you know. crayons

it turns out, that in the wide world of etsy and other online marketplaces, there really aren't that many silicone crayon molds? i could really only find this one that makes chunky triangular crayons. sure. i ordered a set of two. each mold makes six crayons at a time. so i could make twelve crayons at a time.

i would later regret this choice.

so then i got the big bin of broken crayon bits. the first step was of course to peel the paper off. to do this, you soak the crayons in hot water.

did you know that if you take a bin of crayons that has been chillin in a children's program room for fucking decades, and you soak those fuckers in hot water, the water becomes...horrifying?

also, for some reason - any crayola chemists out there, please help me understand - green crayons do NOT like to peel. the paper comes right off the warm colors and the blacks and browns, but green is super resistant to getting naked, and blue and purple are rough too. ran out of green much faster than any other color, and had a bunch of leftover green bits that simply would not give up their paper wrappings.

so then you have a bunch of naked crayons, and a bunch of soggy crayon paper wrappers that you must dispose of. (this is more annoying that it seems.) also, peeling this many crayons with your hands will put crayon gunk residue under your fingernails, and since said gunk is designed to deposit color on things, it will be nearly impossible to get your hands to look remotely clean. i have been self conscious all week about my nails making me look like i haven't bathed in months

next, i decided to sort the crayons by color. if you do this AFTER you peel them, of course, it's hard to tell the blacks from the purples from the blues from the dark greys, so then you get to scribble on a bunch of scratch paper (ignore the scissors and laminating paper, that's from another children's ministry project)

now you have a bunch of sorted crayons. but if you want them to be all nice and swirly and make the most out of this whole recycled crayon deal, you must make them smaller. once a crayon is broken roughly in half, it's really hard to snap them smaller by hand.

enter...the chef's knife. i decided i should chop them up each on their own paper plate, to avoid cross-contamination of colors. but then of course that plate had to be on a cutting board, to avoid destruction of tabletops. i tried using a knife from our church kitchen so i wouldn't trash one of our nice sharp japanese knives from home, but my partner said it's easy enough to clean crayon off a knife and suggested we just use the good knife. here is a photo of him helping me chop crayons.

chopping up crayons with a chef's knife on a paper plate has the unfortunate effect of flinging tiny bits of crayon all over your house and clothes and table and floor. so now there are tiny crayon bits all over my house and clothes and table and floor.

here is a picture of the blues chopped up on a plate. (the stainless steel is from my church kitchen, back when i hilariously thought i could get this work done without letting it infiltrate every waking moment of my life)

and some chopped up red/pink bits in the moulds before going into the oven:

then.................the real trouble starts. you put the crayons in the oven at 270 degrees for 10 minutes. the bits get all melted and swirled up. cool! fun! right????

UNFORTUNATELY, this makes your ENTIRE house smell like melted crayons. this is not that big of a deal - it's not a very offensive smell - but, if you leave the crayons in for any longer than 10 minutes, or if you accidentally turn on the "convection" setting of the oven, YOU WILL FILL THE SPACE WITH CRAYON SCENTED SMOKE so don't do that

throughout this whole project, we had every fan and air purifier in the house running and every window open. my partner has been very patient with me turning our home into a crayon factory. he says hugging me is like opening a brand new box of 64 crayons and taking a whiff. all is crayon. crayon is all.

my whole house looked like this for a week. crayons. crayons everywhere. i was having dreams about crayons.

once the crayons are melted, you have to pull them out of the oven VERY carefully and evenly because sloshing and splashing liquid crayon is unhelpful. also, even if you put down aluminum foil or parchment paper on the baking tray, somehow it still will manage to get crayon wax all over it, so enjoy cleaning that off! (:

here are some melted purples after coming out of the oven. note how much wax has accumulated on the molds. if you think oh no, what if that gets into another color? well, it will. trying to pick or wipe or otherwise clean it off the moulds didn't go well. best bet is to just make the crayons in order of which colors are most likely to get ruined by the spillage or a fleck of another color into it.

sometimes when you pull them out of the oven, weird random chunks of crayon are not melted or sticking up. you can use a toothpick or piece of spaghetti pasta to try and resolve this. half the time this works. the other half it just kinda makes a bigger mess. party time!

now your crayons are out of the oven! yay! EXCEPT that now they need to cool off so you can take them out. you can't put them right into the fridge without splashing wax everywhere, so they need to cool at least enough to move them to the fridge for a few minutes. this takes about 20 minutes.

this became the bane of my existence. because if you want to get this done in any sort of timely fashion - which i did, so i could clean it up and stop living in a crayon factory, and also because these need to get done by easter - then you need to be cycling through batches as fast as you can, so you're on a cycle of 10 minutes in oven, 20 minutes cooling, peel out of the molds, refill the molds, 10 minutes in oven, rinse, repeat.

do you know how much Other Work you can get done in increments of 10 minutes and 20 minutes while keeping an eye on crayons? NOT MUCH. i'm also a writer who was trying to write, but 20 minutes is kind of the minimum length of time to get settled in to do deep work. and that 10 minutes when the crayons are in the oven, you really can't get distracted or into something else, lest you smoke yourself out with the rejected yankee candle fragrances Hideous Nightmares Of Sea Foam Green and Essence Of Tortured Brick Red

i did manage to do things like clear out my inbox, wash some dishes, etc. but mostly i found that while my brain was devoted to Attend To Crayon Cycle Timing, i wasn't getting much else done. i did catch up on some serious law and order back catalog, though.

my partner says this is sort of like when you are coding and your code has to compile, so your 'get work done' mode continues to be interrupted by these intervals of time that are too short to get much else done but not short enough that you can just sit down and grind out continuous work.

once i started to have enough completed crayons, though, i started being able to sort them out into little organza bags (also found in the depths of the children's program room). each bag has a red/pink, yellow/orange, green, blue, purple, brown, and black/grey crayon. that was satisfying, though a bit nerve wracking to figure out how to keep things sorted and stored without risking dropping and breaking any of the crayons.

since i'd decided to do black last and brown second to last due to color contamination concerns, i ended up with a bunch of open bags that had all been pre-filled with the other colors just chilling on my kitchen counter

but finally, after a week of basically just making crayons and killing time in-between crayon making, i had made over 850 crayons, divided up into over 120 individual bags. as we will not have 120 kids in attendance at easter, hopefully these can serve us for years to come, and by the time we one again have another huge bin of broken crayon bits, it will be some other poor sap's problem!

this is a finished set of crayons - ignore the greeny bits in the yellow and orange crayon, this is before i worked out the right order in which to make them, and also, there are just crayon bits everywhere. diversity is our strength

and this is the bin with most of the bags! this bin was previously full to the brim with crayon bits, and now it is full of cool, usable, recycled crayons. and i only lost a little bit of my sanity. whoo!

[kittyhyunworld]

☆Crave for attention

Genre:smut (literally just that :⁠,-))

Wc: 1.3k

Summary: You've been playing on your phone for hours and your bf Soobin is getting needy and hard. He tried to get your attention but quickly got on your nerves.

Warnings:fem!reader,sub!soobin,pet names(baby,babe),reader calls soobin Binnie (Bin once), unprotected sex, cuffing up, insults(whore, pussy addict...),(I think I mentioned everything)

Minors do not interact!

☆Soobin is sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone,a soft sigh escaping his lips. He's bored,and hard but you're completely ignoring him. He keeps stealing glances over you,but you're still focused on your game,eyes glued to the screen. He groans,bored out of his mind,and tosses his phone onto the coffee table in front of the couch, before leaning back, letting his body sink into the soft cushions. Soobin huffs, annoyed at your ignorance,and crosses his arms under his head.

☆Soobin can't take this anymore. He abruptly sits up, suddenly unable to keep still,his whole body tense and trembling with how hard he is. He leans forward,his eyes locked on you,his voice a low, possessive rumble "Baby...". "Yeah?..." you don't even look at him when answering,your eyes still glued to your phone. Soobin takes a deep breath,his eyes roaming over your body again,the need becoming too much for him to handle. He wants you,needs you,and he's past the point of being patient "Put the game down...". You clearly didn't listen or pay attention to what he said "Why?". He tries to keep his temper in check,but his patience is growing very thin "Because I need you,babe. Please put the game down...". You slightly frowned at that "Not now, Binnie. I don't know... masturbate or something." Soobin lets out a soft, frustrated huff,his expression shifting from desire to annoyance "Seriously...??" You feel more annoyed by now "Yes." He looks at you,a mixture of irritation and disbelief,almost bordering a pout "But I'm hard." "Yeah? Well you have toys and your freaking hands so I think you can deal with that yourself." you couldn't care less about him right now. The aching feeling in his pants getting more and more difficult to ignore "But it's not the same,y/n." You were getting more and more annoyed by his whines "So what?!" Soobin's frown deepens,a hint of irritation creeping into his voice "Because I want you!...not just my hands...or some type of toys...! I want you,baby." You roll your eyes at him, clearly not in the mood for his whining "Well too bad! Can you be more patient,huh?!" He lets out an exasperated sigh,his frustration growing with every passing moment "Patient?? How am I supposed to be patient when all I want is you..." You bit onto your cheek in annoyance "..."

☆He leans back again,looking at the ceiling, trying to reign in his annoyance,but it's getting harder by the moment "Baby... you've been playing for hours..." You rub your temples trying to calm down a bit. Soobin glances at you,his expression softening slightly "Baby, you've been playing for at least 3 hours... And I've been trying to get your attention the whole day..." He sighs softly,the frustration still lingering in his voice. You genuinely can't take it anymore. "Yeah,you want attention?! Your cock's aching too much?! Can't fucking deal with it yourself?! Okay, okay I'll give you that attention." You get up and drag him to the bedroom. Soobin doesn't even have time to process everything that he's already cuffed up to the bed,thick, throbbing cock exposed, redden tip leaking precum. "One round, you're not allowed to cum until I say so,I don't care if you cry or beg." You just ride him roughly without any warning. His eyes widen in surprise, before they glaze over with lust and need "Y-yes...baby..." His words are a mixture of lust and need,his eyes watching his cock sliding in and out of your tight pussy,as you ride him without any care or warning. "That's what you wanted,mmh? Get fucked like that because you can't fucking do it yourself." Soobin just nods pathetically.

☆As you grind even harder you feel him twitch inside you. He's so helpless,a moaning mess,he can't hold it any longer "I'm so close-ahh!" "Too bad I want to edge you." You ride him watching his expression change as he gets more desperate,more needy. His body trembling as he tries to hold back,he looks absolutely debauched,body sweaty,chest heaving,eyes pleading and glossy "Please I need..." "Please what? Use your words, Binnie. Use your fucking words!" You flick his forehead while saying that. "Need to cum...baby please..." Soobin lets out a soft whine,his words barely coming out. You increase your pace, putting 2 fingers in his mouth to muffle his whines and moans. He willingly takes your fingers into his mouth, closing his lips around them,his eyes rolling to the back of his head,as your pace increases. He's completely at your mercy,his body trembling and hot underneath you. "Gonna keep that pretty mouth of yours shut for me,mh--" He nods,his words muffled by your fingers, pleading, begging for permission,his cock completely overstimulated.

☆The look on his face is simply beautiful,the way he's completely powerless under you,the way he's letting himself get destroyed by you, looking at you with needy vulnerable eyes,his expression driving you insane,no words can describe the way his face looks,how his body is trembling. Soobin lets out a soft whine around your fingers,all the usual sassiness gone, just him laying there submitting to you. Your pussy clenches around his needy cock a few times but never gives him that sweet release he craves, your annoyance from his earlier whines still here as you occasionally dirty talk to him, calling him names like "bottom","whore","pussy addict"... At this point Soobin's just surrendering to you,he just wants to be yours,as you call him these names,they make him feel weak,and vulnerable,a feeling that he rarely admitted he enjoys so much. You see his body shaking,tear streamed cheeks,his pretty pink bunny lips parted,a sight you can't resist to. "Too close now are we? Can't hold back anymore—! That's all it takes for you to get to the edge." you weren't really scolding him,but definitely mocking him. He looks so broken,and desperate, he's not even trying to hold in his whines and moans any longer,he wants to cum so bad,he just wants to let go,but can't until he has your permission. The way he's obeying you, it's just so damn hot.

☆Soft whimpers escape his lips, looking at you with glossy eyes, begging you to let him cum,to give him release,but waits for your permission,so obedient and submissive. You finally decide to give him release "Cum for me,Bin. You've been a good boy." The moment you finish your sentence,Soobin cums undone, spilling inside you, painting your inner walls white with his thick cum. "A—ahh-!... f-fuck-..!" the feeling of release amazing, leaving him a moaning mess,his head thrown back, feeling so goddamn good. Without a word,you get off his cock,dress back up, uncuff him and leave him on the bed like a mess,no aftercare,no nothing. Soobin lays there,his body trembling with the aftershock,his mind foggy and empty as you leave him,cock still hard but completely used. He lets out a soft whimper "Y/n...". He doesn't even have the energy to call out your name, he's just completely wrecked,as he slowly falls asleep, feeling abandoned and used,but so damn satisfied.

Note:this took me two days to write so I'm kinda proud of myself. I'm really sorry if there are any mistakes, English isn't my first language (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠),so I apologize in advance. I never wrote those types of things (I wanted to write fluff in the beginning but yeah...) so it might be missing things (⁠~⁠_⁠~⁠;⁠).

Actually repost please (⁠ ⁠ꈨຶ⁠ ⁠˙̫̮⁠ ⁠ꈨຶ⁠ ⁠).

[theladybrownstarot]

"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭-𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 to 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 ?" ࣪˖ ִֶָ་ .☘︎ ݁˖

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୨ৎ ๋࣭ 𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟏

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟏 ! 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠:

୨ৎ The first message they are giving me to tell you is that you are being called to look at the right place or spot - One interpretation for two things . You may be waiting for something to happen , working but not getting the results fully so at times it's happening slowly behind the background , or you may be not looking at the right place or spot that means not at the spot where are you or need to work on . Your highest self says that you are holding on to something else might also because you are Stubborn with the belief that it will help you.But in actual , there are other things which are actually behind you and want you to focus on them so they can actually help you to go faster. Let go of the resistance, the old pattern , mentality, approach and embrace the new.

˖ ִֶָ Next , the message could be Related to this one , because I can see that most of you are waiting for some opportunity , and that's basically something Materialistic - money related, or job , promotion anything related with your work and you are being told that it's gonna come but delayed , for some it may but you may not be looking at the right place , for some you are Call , to get a call of reassurance that you can leave your job and choose the another offer but if by temptation then dont.

୨ৎ Your Highest self is That there are people behind your back who are planning to do something against you , They may come with some tempting offers , and I Feel most of you are with them but are unsure so if you see this than leave it ,go away . There's this manipulative energy around so much . Now ,here it is also to you that do not do anything in a twisty manner that may result in severe consequences . Some people here are victims of evil eye or black magic too.

୨ৎ You have so many strengths , and yet you allow others to take away your Power. When your words are dismissed, when your actions are mocked, your light fades because you don't stand up too be counted. Do not silently set at one place thinking that everything is fine when you know the truth. You need to fire up yourself.Get your opinion across,Get up for yourself even if it's you against yourself .

୨ৎ for few of you it's good time to conceive children , or soon your life purpose will be revealed by your family like something by this only one way or around . You are being called to spend time with you family too ! Gotta get ourselves back on earth again ain't ya ?

୨ৎ ๋࣭ 𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 2

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟐 ! 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠:

୨ৎ Your Highest self wants to you to know that there's someone who wants to betray you , backstab you or you know them but you aren't doing anything . If , then why so ? You are clear that this person or anything which is hurting you doesn't want you to be happy but here you are keeping up with it ! If you dont know them then are someone very close to you perhaps male or male , snake type energy . For some the person who left you is actually thinking about you but that too for what we don't know, there's the possibility that they may come up for you again.

୨ৎ The most important thing here is about YOU. Your Highest self wants you to heal up , give yourself the time and love you deserve and let out all that negative energy you hold in , it's very clear that you all are basically mostly here those who choke up while expressing themselves - lonely? Didn't found anyone trustworthy? It's okay love you are not alone , you have me and God with you. Let out all the negative energies you hold , dont call them up because you are only making these or will make it tough for you in future , keep up the hope alive in you and move forward.

୨ৎ Your Highest self wants you to Self reflect . I can see or sense a conflict between practicality, Emotion and intuition. There might be the feeling of disappointment that things are not going as per your expectation , but that is all to bring you in a state , to actually find out something that needs to come out about you which only Help you further after making your life more wonderful . I am getting a channel message that One month from now awardee, few days.You will start to receive Download from from universe.

୨ৎ You are in the period of transformation.You may even see butterflies around you. That's a sign that you need to focus on yourself.Then anything right now. If you wanted to apologize but couldn't than apologize, move away from that keeps or hold you back.

୨ৎ ๋࣭ 𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟑.

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟑 ! 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠:

୨ৎ okay , this might not be very accurate for all but I sense that there has been a demise of female , or child from your family , something related to female has ended . Since than there has been this period of transformation for you all . There could have been significant changes especially around the face area idk I have never got so pin point messages from cards like these are usual but yes some kind of unusual things are happening around or with you but the good thing is it has no significant relationship as such but anyhow you have come through a period of challenges and are now more connected with your feminine side .

୨ৎ Most of you are being told that you gonna meet your future spouse soon like in upcoming next days to 3 months perhaps . This may come off as a normal meeting like formal or something? But later on its going to be really sweet type or if you are in a long term relationship than expect yourself with some unexpected proposal ! This person may be a leo or could meet in a month of leo .

୨ৎ okay okay I sense that in soon time after the meeting something may happen within your close circle which may not be good , or your parents may not agree with you relationship to be on the next level or something may happen in between so be assured about it but it Will pass away since good energies are here protecting.

୨ৎ In upcoming time , care of your neck area , spine area because you people are straining there alot . Anyways, let's come to the a message that's coming from your higher self is that you might turn to be a little more sensitive in upcoming time.So take care of your physical health , because that is being linked to your mental health. Other than that, you are just being told to believe in yourself.Be determined for you goals , , you are more stronger than you realise and forgive more often.

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