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currently working on a lil sumn for y’all! might take some time since i’m tryna get adjusted to my new phone🥲 ($600 later bc ofc my other phone has been acting an entire fool💔)

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LMFOAOAOAOAOA GUILTY

now do i show yall a sneak peek of the Halloween event or..??👀👀

[vampzity]

now do i show yall a sneak peek of the Halloween event or..??👀👀

[vampzity]

YEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAWWWWWWWW

save a horse, ride a cowboy

chan’s look in the new bleep trailer has you thinking things that are far less than appropriate.

pairing: bang chan x reader wc: 1.4k tags: established relationship. porn without plot

🩷: you already know i had to hop on this as soon as i saw it. literally i RAN to google docs to make this as fast as possible

you’re curled up in bed, phone in your hands, trying to keep your face neutral—trying not to let your boyfriend know that the second he appeared on screen in a cowboy hat and layered chains, something in your brain short-circuited.

(it doesn’t work).

chan steps into the room—wearing exactly what’s making you lost it, much to your chagrin—just as you’re biting your lip, pausing the clip like that will somehow make you look innocent.

“what’s that?” he asks casually, dropping onto the bed beside you.

“nothing.”

he tilts his head. “mm. really?”

you shake your head quickly, but your cheeks are warm. you can feel his eyes on you, the way they linger, the little knowing curve of his mouth.

“play it,” he says, voice soft but leaving no room to argue.

your thumb hesitates, then taps the screen.

there he is again. thick silver chain dangling from where he has it caught between his teeth. the frame bears kind of look that should come with a health warning.

you glance at him. “it’s just the bleep teaser.”

“and you’re flushed because..?”

“shut up.”

he laughs quietly. “oh, i see. you like the cowboy thing.”

“i didn’t say that.”

“you didn’t have to.” his voice drops, and he leans in until his lips brush your ear. “you want to ride a cowboy, sweetheart?”

you swallow. hard.

he doesn’t wait for your answer—just shifts back against the headboard, spreading his legs a little, the faintest challenge in his gaze. “go on then.”

“chan—”

“hat stays on,” he adds, smirking while he slides off the cable knit. “so do the chains. i know you like them.”

your pulse trips over itself.

you straddle him, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. the rough denim of his jeans brushes your thighs, the cold weight of his belt buckle pressing between you as his hands settle low on your waist.

“look at you,” he murmurs, voice dipping into something almost fond—but laced with amusement. “so eager to climb on and use me.”

you flush. “i’m not—”

“mm, but you are,” he cuts in, squeezing your hips just enough to make you rock forward over the ridge of his cock. “but it’s cute. my pretty girl, getting all worked up over a hat.”

he tips it lower over his eyes, the gesture slow, deliberate, infuriating. “go on, then. show me how badly you want it.”

your hands find his shoulders for balance, but chan’s grip on your hips is firm; controlling just how far forward you move, how much friction you get.

“don’t rush,” he says, voice almost a purr. “let me feel you get desperate for it.”

you bite your lip, shifting against him, and he tilts his head like he’s studying you. “already are, aren’t you?” his thumbs press slow, tight circles into your hips, guiding you into a slow grind over the outline of his cock.

the brim of the hat dips lower, shadowing his eyes, and the chains resting against his chest sway faintly with every movement. you can’t stop staring at them.

he notices. “what’s got you more worked up, sweetheart? the hat, the chains… or the fact you’re sat right on me like this?”

you try to answer, but it comes out as a breathy sound instead. chan chuckles. “aww, can’t even talk now? and we’ve barely started.”

with an easy shift, he unbuttons his jeans just enough to free himself, the heat of him pressing against your centre through thin fabric. his voice dips lower. “go on. sink down on me. you wanted the cowboy—now ride him.”

your breath hitches as you take him in, the stretch making your thighs tremble. his hands move up your sides, not to help, but to hold you in place once you’re fully seated.

“look at you,” he murmurs, smirk curling. “all snug around me, sitting pretty. you’re using me just like you wanted, aren’t you?”

you glare at him, but it’s weak—your hips already starting to roll.

chan leans back, watching every movement like it’s a performance made for him alone. “that’s it. take what you need, baby. you’re adorable when you’re this greedy.”

he lets you set the pace at first, soft praise slipping out between low groans—until your rhythm falters, and he catches your hips, taking control. the bed creaks as he drives up into you harder, the brim of his hat still tipped low.

“mm, there’s my girl,” he breathes, thrusts sharper now. “use me all you want. just remember—” he pulls you down until your chest is pressed to his, the chains branding a cool sting against your skin—“i’m the one letting you.”

his thighs flex beneath you, each upward snap of his hips stealing a breath from your lungs. you brace your palms against his chest, fingers curling into the skin stretched over his muscles, but it does nothing to steady you. chan is relentless now—driving into you with the easy confidence of someone who knows exactly how much you can take.

“that’s it,” he hums, voice honey-sweet even as his thrusts make your body jolt. “ride me like a good girl. make it worth my time.”

the praise sinks into you, but the mocking lilt in his tone lights something hotter. you try to match his rhythm, but the power is his—grip on your hips makes sure of it.

“aww,” he drawls when you shudder around him, “my poor thing. you look so messy already… and we haven’t even started properly.”

the hat tips forward again, hiding the half-smile that tells you he is enjoying this far too much. “thought you wanted to use me. hm? now you’re just letting me fuck you, aren’t you?”

your nails drag down his chest in protest, but it only makes him laugh. “cute.”

he shifts, angling his hips so the next thrust has you gasping. he slows, teasing you with deep, measured strokes until you are whimpering into his shoulder. “say it,” he murmurs, “say you like being my pretty little cowgirl.”

you shake your head, embarrassment biting back the words.

his hand moves from your hip to your throat, tilting your chin up so you have to look at him under the brim of that damn hat. “say it, or i stop.”

the threat has you caving. “i like—i like being your… cowgirl.”

he grins, wicked and proud, and rewards you with a sharp upward drive that has your eyes fluttering shut. “good girl,” he breathes. “now, ride me properly.”

your thighs are burning, the ache in your muscles nearly matching the ache between your legs, but chan does not slow. the brim of that damned hat hides his eyes, yet you can still feel the weight of his gaze—steady, calculated, indulgent.

“look at you,” he drawls, tone dripping with mock-sympathy, “all worn out and you’ve barely done anything. thought my little cowgirl wanted to ride me.”

you try to keep moving, try to prove him wrong, but his hands clamp tighter on your hips. “mm… no,” he hums, holding you in place like you weigh nothing, “you’ve had your turn. now i’m going to show you how it’s done.”

the first upward snap of his hips knocks the air from your lungs. the next has you clinging to his shoulders, fingers slipping over his skin.

“ohhh,” he teases between thrusts, “so that’s what you needed? me doing the work?” his voice dips lower, his breath hot against your ear. “pathetic little thing. you’re only falling apart because i’m using you properly.”

you can’t even answer—each deep, brutal drive has you gasping, nails dragging down his chest. the chains at his neck bite cold against you when he pulls you flush against him, his chest rising with the effort of keeping his pace.

“that’s it. take it,” he murmurs, his tone softening but never losing that edge. you’re barely holding yourself together now, the pleasure flooding too fast to resist. you try to move, to do something, but his grip holds you exactly where he wants you.

“shh… let me,” he says, voice almost sweet, though the smirk curling his lips betrays him. “you just sit there and let your cowboy fuck you stupid.”

the brim of his hat dips forward again, shadowing the wicked glint in his eyes as he slams up into you one last time—hard enough to send you tumbling over the edge of your orgasm, shaking in his lap while his hands keep you exactly where he wants you.

your body sags against him, every muscle trembling, head lolling against his shoulder. the brim of his hat brushes your temple when he tips his head, voice dropping into something softer—still thick with satisfaction, but gentler now.

“there we go… all done,” he murmurs, one broad hand smoothing up your spine, the other still holding you secure in his lap. “look at you. all used up. barely even breathing properly.”

you make some faint, broken noise in reply—nothing coherent. it earns you a quiet laugh, warm against your hair.

“my poor little cowgirl,” he hums, pressing a kiss to your temple. “all that big talk about riding me, and now you can’t even sit up straight.”

his hand drifts down, stroking over the sore curve of your hip, grounding you. “just stay here for a bit,” he says, easing his tone into something like a lull. “i’ve got you.”

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[vampzity]

thinking of taking some time to work on a halloween event ! i have some fics written that would work best for it that i might save until then!

plus it might boost my motivation to write again.. would you guys want a halloween event?

i would so be open to some ideas & requests for it !

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guess who’s seeing enha today !!! after almost 5 years of stanning i finally get to see them live im so excited 😝! (if yall didn’t know, im jay & sunoo biased)

[vampzity]

i literally fell off the face of the earth i’m so sorry lol

my motivation is literally in the dumps but i’m trying my best to write here and there !

how are yall?

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Are you taking requests?? Please do nsfw alphabet for Felix 😭😭😭😭😭😭 I begg

unfortunately i am not taking requests since im super busy and have no motivation to write atm 🥲💔 but im trying to get back into the swing of it !

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atz year 2, NO RAIN🙂‍↕️ i miss them already

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seeing ateez sunday YIPPEEE!

praying for no rain this time… 😾

[vampzity]

chat i’m literally head over heels for this girl & we’re not even official yet >.< i adore her with my whole heart

[vampzity]

OH THIS WAS SOOO GOOD UGH

Love Awaits -Han Jisung

Genre: Fluff and Smut

Pairings: bf!jisung x fem!reader

Summary: after months of not seeing each other you decide to surprise him by laying on his hotel bed~

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (m and f), creampie, crying during sex, possessiveness, soft dom!jisung, begging (verbal), praise kink

Cosmos: be prepared for a request/draft spam as I'm bored and off work today <3 I apologize for my inactiveness

my library!

The hotel bed was still made when you got there, barely touched. A messy heap of stage clothes sat folded on the armchair, and his tour backpack leaned against the wall like it had been dropped in a rush. You sat there for a long time, curled in the center of the sheets, heart pounding, trying to believe you were really here. That it was really happening. That you were going to see him again, tonight.

You’d booked the flight two weeks ago. Jisung hadn’t known. He’d FaceTimed you the night before the concert, yawning and tugging on the sleeves of his hoodie, slumped in that same chair. He told you he missed you. That he was trying to stay strong, to not cry anymore over how much he wanted you beside him. You almost told him. Almost ruined the surprise.

But now, hours later, you were lying in his bed. Alone. Waiting. Nervous, breath shaky with anticipation, the hum of his voice still playing in your head.

“I want to hold you so bad. Can you pretend I’m with you tonight?”

You’d pretended for long enough.

The keycard slipped into the door sometime after midnight.

You froze.

His footsteps padded inside slowly, the soft thump of sneakers kicked off and dropped somewhere near the bathroom. A sniffle. Then a voice.

“Lights are off… weird.”

You pressed your hand to your mouth and sat up, breath caught in your throat.

“Wait—” Jisung’s voice cracked. “No way…”

He flicked on the lamp.

And then it hit him.

He stood in the doorway, utterly still. His hoodie hung off one shoulder, his mask still dangling from one ear. For a split second, he didn’t speak—didn’t even breathe.

Then his knees buckled slightly as he dropped his bag and whispered, “...Baby?”

You smiled through the thick burn behind your eyes. “Hi.”

He rushed to you like he didn’t trust his own legs. His hands were in your hair, on your waist, cupping your face like he couldn’t decide where to touch first.

“You’re here—you’re here—you’re fucking here—”

You laughed wetly. “You’re real.”

Then he kissed you.

And god, he kissed you like he’d been dying. Like he’d been empty for months and didn’t realize how bad it was until now. His lips were soft, but his mouth was frantic—open, desperate, trembling. He made a little whimpering sound when your hands clutched his hoodie and dragged him down on top of you. He climbed onto the bed without thinking, straddling your hips as he cradled your cheeks and kissed you deeper, longer, wetter.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead pressed to yours and his breath shook as he whispered, “I’m gonna fucking cry.”

You wiped his cheek gently, your thumb catching the tear that had already started falling.

“Me too,” you whispered.

He sniffled and laughed and kissed your jaw like he couldn’t stop. “This doesn’t feel real.”

“I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks,” you said. “I missed you so much, Ji.”

“I missed you,” he mumbled, voice cracking. “I couldn’t even touch myself without crying. I kept trying to pretend it didn’t hurt being away from you, but—” he trailed off, and his lips trembled again. “I’m gonna lose it. I love you so much. I can’t even—”

You kissed him quiet, lips molding to his, soft and warm. You let your fingers tangle in his hair, let your body arch into his, clinging as much as he did. He was everywhere, all at once—hands brushing your arms, slipping under your shirt, holding your waist like he needed to anchor himself.

Your voice barely came out. “Then show me.”

Something broke in him.

He kissed you again—slow, reverent, trembling.

“I’ll be gentle,” he whispered. “I’ll go slow. I’ll take my time. Just… let me have you tonight. Please.”

You nodded, gasping when his hands pushed your shirt up over your head. He peeled it off carefully, like you were something delicate, something he’d never get to touch again if he messed this up. His mouth dropped open at the sight of you. You were braless under the fabric, and he reached out with both hands to trace up your sides, eyes flickering between your face and your chest like he couldn’t pick which was more sacred.

He leaned in, kissing softly along the curve of your breast, breath shaking. “Still mine?”

“Always.”

“Then let me worship you.”

You barely had time to respond before he lowered himself between your thighs, eyes locked to yours, like he wanted permission to breathe. You nodded, already breathless, and his lips found your inner thigh.

Jisung kissed slow. Savoring. His mouth traveled up the inside of your leg, leaving a messy trail. Then he pulled your shorts and underwear off in one careful motion, holding your hips like he’d waited his entire life for this exact moment.

“God,” he whispered. “Look at you. You’re already wet—fuck, baby…”

“Been wet since you walked in,” you whispered, breath hitching as he blew warm air across your folds.

“Don’t say that. I’ll cum just from this.”

Then his mouth was on you.

And nothing else existed.

His tongue moved slowly, deliberately, sliding through your folds, teasing your clit with gentle circles. His hands kept your thighs spread, thumbs brushing your hips while he worshiped you with his mouth like he wasn’t just trying to make you cum—he was trying to say I love you with every stroke.

You cried out, hips twitching.

“Let me take care of you,” he murmured into your skin, kissing your inner thigh before diving back in. “Let me make you feel good. Let me make up for all the time I wasn’t here.”

You nodded desperately, threading your fingers into his hair, trying not to cry from how good it felt—how intimate it was.

When his lips latched around your clit and he sucked softly, your hips jerked. He groaned, tongue flicking fast, chasing every sound you made.

“I’m—close—Ji, I’m—”

“Cum for me,” he whispered. “Please, baby. Want it so bad.”

And you did—hard.

Your whole body shook, legs clamping around his head, and he moaned into you like it was the best thing that ever happened to him. He licked you through it slowly, helping you come down with soft kisses and warm hands.

When he crawled back up, his mouth was shiny, his lips swollen.

You pulled him into a kiss, tasting yourself on him, moaning softly when he whined into your mouth. He trembled in your arms, still hard against your thigh.

“I wanna make you feel good too,” you whispered.

He gasped when you pushed him gently onto his back, straddling his hips. His eyes were wide, pupils blown, face already flushed. You leaned down and kissed his chest, then his stomach, slowly making your way lower.

“Baby—fuck—I’m not gonna last—”

“Let me take care of you,” you said, voice soft.

You took him in your mouth, wrapping your lips around the tip first, then sinking deeper, your hand working the base. He cried out and grabbed the sheets, thighs trembling.

“Too much—too good—baby, please—”

You moaned around him, and that nearly broke him. His hips bucked, and he whimpered.

“Stop—please—I wanna cum inside you. Please—please—please—”

You pulled off, kissing your way back up to his face. “Then do it.”

He flipped you onto your back, shaking hands finding your hips, eyes still glassy with awe.

“Are you sure?” he whispered. “Can I…?”

You cupped his face. “Jisung. I’m yours.”

He slid in with a trembling breath, slow and careful, his forehead pressed to yours as your bodies joined for the first time in months. You felt every inch, the stretch and fullness making you both gasp softly, clutching each other tighter like you were afraid the other might slip away.

He bottomed out with a quiet whimper, arms wrapping around your back as he sank into the cradle of your hips.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered, voice shaking. “You feel like… you were made for me.”

You stroked his hair, lips brushing his ear. “You’re perfect, Jisung.”

He whimpered again, shivering above you. “I missed this. Missed you.”

You kissed him, softly—then again, deeper. Your lips barely left his as his hips started to move.

It was slow. Deliberate. He rocked into you like he had all night, like he didn’t want to rush a single second. His thrusts were smooth, rolling, dragging his length deep each time with wet, quiet sounds between your thighs. And every time he moved, he whispered something into your skin.

“You’re so tight. So warm.”

“I’m not gonna last long, baby—feels too good.”

“I wanna stay inside you forever.”

Your fingernails dragged lightly down his back. You arched into him, wrapping your legs higher around his waist.

He gasped as he sank deeper, the new angle making you both moan. “F-fuck, princess—oh my god…”

You cupped his cheeks, eyes meeting his. “Jisung—look at me.”

His eyes fluttered open, red and glossy. “Yeah—yeah?”

“You’re mine. You always will be.”

His face crumpled.

He kissed you desperately, sloppy and breathless, tears slipping quietly from the corners of his eyes. He moaned into your mouth as his hips picked up just a little more pace—still slow, but now with more urgency. His thrusts grew needier, wetter, your bodies pressed so close you could barely breathe.

The squelch of his cock inside you, the way he whimpered every time your walls fluttered around him—it was too much.

“I wanna cum inside,” he whispered. “I need it, baby. Please.”

You nodded, clinging tighter. “Do it. Fill me up, Jisung. Please.”

He groaned at that—like the words broke something in him.

He buried his face in your neck and started fucking you harder, faster—his hips slapping softly against yours, the bed creaking with the motion. Your name spilled from his lips like prayer.

“You feel so good—so fucking good, I can’t—”

“Cum for me,” you begged, nails digging in as your own climax built again. “Inside—fill me up, Ji—please—”

His whole body tensed.

“Baby—fuck—I’m cumming—!”

He moaned your name as he pushed in deep and stayed there, cock throbbing inside you. You felt him spill—so much—hot and warm and thick, painting your insides as he trembled in your arms. His breath hitched with every spurt, and he sobbed once, overwhelmed by how full and close everything felt.

You came with him.

Your orgasm hit like a tidal wave—your whole body tightening, legs locking around his hips, voice cracking as you fell apart beneath him. You clutched him like a lifeline, barely able to breathe, whispering his name as your walls fluttered around him.

He didn’t pull out.

He couldn’t.

He collapsed on top of you, still buried deep, both of you panting and sweaty and a little teary. His arms wrapped tight around your waist, and you threaded your fingers through his hair, brushing it back gently as he kissed your shoulder over and over.

“I love you,” he whispered against your skin. “So much. I don’t think I can breathe without you anymore.”

“You don’t have to,” you whispered back. “I’m not leaving.”

You stayed there for a long time—he didn’t move, didn’t pull out, just laid there, inside you, soaking in everything.

Eventually, he shifted slightly, face still tucked against your throat.

“Did I cum too much?” he asked softly, breathless.

You laughed, stroking his spine. “You definitely did.”

He groaned. “I’m sorry. I just… fuck, I needed you.”

You kissed his temple. “I needed you too.”

He slowly pulled out, and both of you winced at the mess.

His cum dripped from you instantly, and Jisung let out a breathy, broken noise. “That’s so hot I might pass out.”

You swatted his chest. “Clean me up first, then pass out.”

He giggled, soft and sleepy, grabbing tissues from the bedside and tending to you with careful hands. You could tell he was still shaky—emotionally and physically. He kept pausing just to press a kiss to your thigh, your stomach, your cheek.

Once you were clean, he pulled you into his arms under the covers, wrapping around you from behind like a koala. His face was buried in your hair, his breath warm on your neck.

“Don’t let go,” he murmured.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

He kissed the back of your shoulder. “Promise me this wasn’t a dream.”

You turned in his arms, facing him. His hair was a mess, eyes heavy with sleep, cheeks still pink.

You cupped his jaw and kissed him again. Long. Slow. Final.

“It’s real,” you whispered. “You’re mine.”

His voice cracked again. “Say it again.”

“You’re mine.”

He exhaled, a soft, relieved smile tugging at his lips. “Good. Because I’m yours.”

You both fell asleep like that—naked, warm, full of each other, tangled under hotel sheets with tear stains on your cheeks and his love all over your skin.

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“You’re so handsome when you look up at me like this.”

You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling it glide between them with ease. Yeosang let out a soft moan, his hand trailing further up your thigh.

“Anything to make you happy.”

He pressed his lips against your thighs as you felt his hands slip into your underwear. With every kiss he left, gave your blood a rush. Yeosang tugged at the band slightly, his eyes softening as he silently begged for you. You met his pleading eyes, nodding as you began to pull the underwear down. You watched as his face lit up with excitement, almost like he won the lottery— which in a way, he did.

You leaned up against the counter, feeling his hand lift your leg and toss it around his shoulder while he kept your other leg grounded to the floor. Once again, you raked your hand through his hair, watching as he lifted the hem of your nightgown.

“Need you so bad, Yeo.”

You felt his hand come up to spread your lips slightly, your cunt glistening right before him. A soft moan escaped you as he grazed his tongue over your entrance. He dragged it slowly, carefully, just enough to collect your taste.

You threw your head back in response, your fingers tangling through the mess of his brown locks. You pushed his bangs back, admiring the way his tongue flicked at your area. You felt his fingers slide into your entrance, moving in and out of you slowly as his lips kissed your bud.

“Fuck Yeo..”

His free hand held onto your leg, his thumb massaging your thigh softly as he lapped up your taste. It wasn’t long before he grew tired, lazily dragging his tongue along your slit. Rolling your eyes, you grabbed onto his hair, making him whimper out slightly as the a sudden tug.

He met your harsh eyes, your grip tightening along the scrunch of his ponytail.

“Tired already are we?”

He didn’t respond, only bringing his finger up to poke at your entrance. You took a deep sigh, still holding onto his hair as he pushed another one into you.

“That’s exactly what I thought.” His fingers curled inside of you, making you moan slightly.

“Be good boy and make me cum, yeah?”

Yeosang nodded, wincing as you continued to pull his hair. You pushed your cunt onto his lips, feeling his tongue tease at your sensitive bud while his fingers played inside you. You watched him squirm underneath you as he desperately tried to create some kind of friction in his pants.

He whined and he groaned, panting like a dog as you rode his face carelessly without giving him a moment to breathe. You tugged his hair harder, watching him yell out as your juices dripped down his bare chin.

“Sound so desperate, Yeo.” you breathed heavily, your cunt still slamming against his face.

“Fuck, harder.. please don’t stop.”

He obeyed— his tongue working tirelessly against your cunt. You begged, pleaded, pulled his hair harder and harder with every flick he dealt to you. His chin was soaked, glistening with your slick and hands messy from toying with you.

Within minutes you finished all her his face, practically drowning him with your slick. You felt your legs grow weak as he quickly moved to hold you upright. You wanted him to stop— you begged him, but he wouldn’t. He was hungry, eager, licking up every last drop of you.

You met eyes with him for a second, his forehead shiny from the bit of sweat that rolled down it. Yeosang’s eyes softened, giving you a soft puppy look as he sucked on your clit softly.

“You’re gonna kill me, you know that?”

He smiled softly, kissing your thighs as his thumb massaged your bud. Your hand was still wrapped around his ponytail as you watched him squirm, still desperate for some kind of friction.

“What’s wrong, puppy?” You gave him a sly look, watching his face glow red from embarrassment as he stopped squirming.

“You want me to touch you, is that right?”

Yeosang nodded quickly, wincing at your firm hold of his ponytail. You chuckled to yourself, pulling your leg off of his shoulder and letting go of his hair. You held his chin up to look at you, moving the hair from his eyes. You walked over to the bed, reaching into the drawer for a moment. You pulled out a choking collar and sat into bed, holding it out in front of him.

“Come and let me put this on you baby, I’ll make you feel better.”

💌: OUUU i loved this idea and had sm fun writing it !! im trying to be more active so expect some more short drabbles coming soon hehe

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if saja boys were real i fear my soul would’ve been taken instantly… 😗

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chat. i told the girl ive liked for a while that i had feelings for her … and she felt the same…. WE CHEERED💔

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When will you open your requests ;(((

i’m not sure ! i’ve been so busy working 8 hr shifts 5 days a week it gives me no motivation to write sometimes 💔 so i don’t wanna keep ppls requests waiting 🥲 i’ve been trying to write here and there tho!

i’m so sorry to anyone who’s waiting for my requests to open :(( i’m not sure when i will open them back up honestly.

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oh these pics have me acting up and it’s not good for my bias line….… MIND YOU hes on my bias line…