#MUAH MUAH thousand kisses for you baby
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prove it to me ༓ jjk (m)
✑ Summary: "I'm not your baby Jungkook. Remember that." Those are the words you say right before jumping into a one night stand with Jeon Jungkook, the man who's constantly annoying you with his college fling stories. You decide maybe just this once you'll play into his game and prove that he's no more average than the rest.
Pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x fem!reader
AU/genre: PWP, smut, humor, fluff, one-sided e2l, friend of friends, oneshot (for now?)
Rating: M, 18+
Word Count: 5.3k+
Warnings: arguing, swearing, sexual tension, denial of feelin’s, kook’s kind of an @$$ but he got some truth to him, oc's jaded & not buying into kook's bs, myg being a good friend then ditching lmao, kook likes calling oc petnames, kook is bunny boy
sexually explicit content: dom!jk, switch sub!reader, semi-awkward first kiss, unprotected s*x (pls stay safe everyone!!), teasing, foreplay, dirty talk, some manhandling, rough sex, t*itty suck, f*ngering, penetration, cunnilingus, doggy, multiple orgasms (f. receiving), kooks calls her pretty girl, some degradation/dumbification (sl*t calling) & oc has bit of an actual dumby moment but she's still fairly rigid, but not a full brat? Lmao idk
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A/N: ahdjsj?c it's here! 👉👈 a thousand apologies that this is out way later than planned! Uni getting most of my time 😟 But its here and I'm so pumped to share it with you guys!! Hope you enjoy 😗💕
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Jung freaking kook. Just look at him sitting over there, half-naked and wet. Sure, he’s got a towel thrown over a shoulder but it’s so small it’s doing fuck all to dry him off. Obviously he chose it on purpose. He thinks he’s such hot shit but you think he looks like a drowned rat.
And look! He’s got Namjoon’s apartment floor drenched with the pool water he tracked in! Man, if this was your place you’d be handing him a nice mop and bucket right about now.
"They were begging me to go a fourth round, but I was winding down, y'know?" Jungkook's voice echos obnoxiously off the walls. You mentally roll your eyes. He’s got a big mouth too. This must be your twentieth time hearing the same spiel about his little rendezvous with two chicks during undergrad. News flash Jungkook, you're not a god!
The guys are into it, though. You scan the room. Hoseok's on the verge of drooling, and Jimin can't stop grinning. Namjoon and Seokjin are leaning back in their seats, slight smirks pulling at the corners of their mouths. And Taehyung? Don't even get started on him. The man excused himself for the bathroom about ten minutes ago and is still yet to return.
Men. You decided to spend your one free Saturday with men.
You should have accepted Soyeon's offer to go drinking instead. This was the downside of being one of the only females in this so-called "friend group". None of your girlfriends were here! Sure, other women were around, but they were far too busy slinging themselves all over that perfectly chiseled bod–no.
Don't finish that thought.
Lots of guys go to the gym, __. Jungkook is nothing special. These women are obviously brainwashed; unlike them, you don't have time for his little boy games. It's time to get out of here.
"Okay, well, I'm heading out. Nice seeing everyone," you say, rising from your seat.
Jimin whips his head around. "What, already? We haven't gotten to the good part yet."
“There’s a good part?" You scoff. “Or, you mean Jungkook making girl number two squirt all over the bed? Heard it before, don't need to hear it again."
"It was girl number one," Jungkook butts in, eager to correct.
Whatever. You swing the apartment door open, phone and keys in hand. "See most of you on work Monday." You allow the door to slam behind you.
"She okay?" Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, wheels turn in his head.
"Don't worry about her. Work's probably got her beat." Namjoon cracks open a can of beer unfazed.
Jungkook nods, chewing on the bottom of his lip. "Does she–"
"The answer's no. __ doesn't need a good fuck, so put those thoughts away."
Shit, Jungkook swears internally.
Monday morning comes like hell on your doorstep. You're groggy when you wake up, barely getting to the shower. You considered skipping the ritual entirely but couldn't, not with how gross you felt. Project deadlines were right on your tail too, so you needed to either slap yourself awake or kiss your precious job promotion goodbye. You choose the later.
"Hey Minji, how are those files coming along?" You round the corner of the small office. It's 10 o'clock now, and everyone is typing, scanning, copying, and making phone calls until steam comes out of their ears.
"Almost finished." Your coworker, only a few years younger, responds. "Just have to tie up some loose ends, and then I'll hand them to you for review."
"Great. Thanks for–" You pause when you catch a slight grin spreading across Minji's face. Despite all the chaos today, Minji's definitely been the most cheerful. "You seem really happy today. Something good happened recently?"
Minji suppresses the grin and squeezes her palms in her lap. “Nothing in particular. Just glad to be a part of the team."
"Yeah, right!" Hoseok sends a knowing smirk, nearing the two of you. "Someone had a busy night last night, huh? It's okay. __ is cool. You can tell her anything." Once close enough, your coworker pulls you into a casual side hug.
You grimace. It feels weird while at the office.
"Do you mind?" You shrug him off. "It's work hours."
"Well, actually," Minji starts, cheeks rising. "It's nothing like that. I'm going on a date tonight. I'm just a little excited."
Hoseok's mouth forms an 'o', eyes widening. "Really? Who is it?"
"Uh, his name's Jeon–"
"Jungkook?” Jimin’s head pokes up from across the cubicle. Eavesdropping as usual.
"No…," Minji replies. "Who's Jungkook?"
"He's just a close friend of ours." Hoseok gestures between the three of you. “He’s Jeon Jungkook.”
"He's only you guy's friend," you say bitterly. Considering that player as a friend is pushing it for you. Really pushing it.
"C'mon, what's with you and Jungkook?" Jimin says, shooting you a borderline glare. "You've had bad blood with the guy since you met him.”
"Oh, don't start with me Park,” you fold your arms. "You know exactly why I feel the way I do."
You think he'll have a comeback, but he doesn't. Jimin simply sighs and returns to his work. Figures he'd be the one to jump to Jungkook's defense. The man practically idolizes him. That, and he's been best friends with him for the past eight years. Loyalty sure has its perks.
"So! If it's not Jungkook, who's the guy?" Hoseok asks, hoping to switch the topic around.
Minji jolts up in her seat. “Wonwoo," she says. “His name’s Wonwoo. We ran into each other at a friend's birthday party last night."
"Well, good luck with him tonight," you reply, returning to your office. "I'm sure it'll go well." Enough small talk. You have a whole seven hours plus of work left.
6:45 p.m.
The clock on your screen blinks at you. Everyone's gone home by now, and so should you. But you're still here, fingers frantically typing on the keyboard.
“__, go home already." Your finance officer, Min Yoongi, stands in the doorway, resting an arm against the frame. He's got his soft, leather briefcase in the other hand; yes, the one you got him for his birthday a couple months ago.
Yoongi was the only person in your department who often stayed as late as you. He looked like he was on his way out, though. Must have gotten what he wanted done. "I'll get there eventually," you say. "Just finishing some reports for our meeting tomorrow."
"What reports? They're all done."
"Well…my reports."
"You mean, the ones that we don't actually need?" He quirks a brow.
"They're extra just in case. There might be something off, and this might help." Yeah maybe you were making shit up to keep yourself busy, so sue you. What else were you going to preoccupy your time with? You already polished off the last pint of cookies and cream ice cream.
"You're cute." Pushing off the doorframe, Yoongi nears your desk. "You know boss doesn't look at them."
"You never kno–"
"Hey." The authority in your co-worker's voice makes you straighten your posture. "Let's cut the bullshit." In a moment of urgency, he leans his body between you and your computer.
"Excuse you?" You shove his shoulder with both hands, but he stands firm until your computer goes pitch black.
"Here's what we're gonna do." You're gently pulled up and out of your seat by the wrist. "I'm gonna get a drink, and you're coming with me."
The man gathers your coat and bag, slinging them over a shoulder. You feel your legs being lifted off the ground soon after. "I can walk, you know." You reflexively kick your feet in protest. It's been a while since he's picked you up like this.
Yoongi switches off the light and makes his way to the elevator at the end of hall. "Not right now, you can't." He pushes the button, calling it up.
"Ah look at you," you purr, locking your arms around his neck. "Someone's been watching k-dramas after hours. Trying to confess or something?"
He enters the elevator for both of you, amused by your playful remark. "I consider you my friend, __. But if I were trying to confess, I'd just come out with it. Subliminal messaging isn't really my thing.”
Understanding his notion, you close your mouth. What were you supposed to say to that?
You aimlessly watch as the woman pours freshly shaken alcohol into a short, round glass. She finishes the concoction by sticking an orange wedge along the rim. A cocktail, a classic but timeless favorite. Yoongi takes a sip of his whiskey and tilts his head towards you. "Whenever you're ready to spill your guts, let me know."
"Hmm? I don't have anything going on." You down a shot yourself. "Nothing to spill here."
He gives his glass a gentle swirl, liquid splashes against the sides.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Nothing's wrong," you say.
He sets his glass on the bartop, straight-faced.
"Honestly, I don't know what you're getting at. We just came for a drink."
"It's him, isn't it? Bunny boy with the six pack."
Your nose scrunches knowing exactly who he's referring to. With little thought you give a short 'no'.
Yoongi stares at you nonchalantly. "Nice try, but I'm not an idiot, __. I don't know the guy that well, but I know enough that he's been on your mind a lot. You've been real prickly towards him too. Something tells me he's the reason you've been burying yourself in work lately.”
"Don't be ridiculous. I'm just committed to my work. You know me, Ms. married to her job and all." You feign a chuckle. "I assure you, Ju–he's the furthest thing from my mind."
“Mhm...right." He hums unconvinced. "Tell me ms. married to her job, why won't you say his name?"
"Because-" You cut shortly. "I'd rather not think of him right now. Can't we talk about something else or drink in peace?"
He reaches for another taste of his burning liquor. "Alright."
Minutes pass before either of you speaks. You and Yoongi do this often, and you cherish it quite a bit. Sitting in silence after a long day at work soothes both your minds. But the man was right. Your mind isn't settled at all. No. It's buzzing with constant deadlines, family expectations, social commitments–
"Okay it's him!" you blurt out, earning the attention of a few passing diners and even the bartender herself. Shoulders slouch as you grip the glass in front of you. Your eyes shift to your right, side-eyeing Yoongi, silently staring back at you.
"Jungkook...he’s just frustrating,” you finally say. “Fucking this girl, fucking that girl. Do you think I wanna know how many places he's stuck it in? No, I don't. But does that stop him?“
You down your second shot.
"He's been going on about the same lay for three years now. Three years, Yoongi. Honestly, how long's he going to keep it up? ‘They were begging to go again’, like who fucking cares?!” Blood boils through your veins.
A third shot.
"I mean, how good can he be? If you asked me, he's average! Average Jeon Jungkook with probably an even more average dick!”
“Damn, you’re pretty feisty angel.” A man slides on the stool to your left. “Calling me average and everything. Kinda hurts my feelings y’know?”
You nearly choke picking up the man’s voice and scent– fuckin' Jungkook.
You swivel to face him. “Drop the pet names Jeon. I'm not your angel, and I seriously doubt I’m wounding any so called ‘feelings’,” you spit. “Why don’t you take your ego somewhere else…” You nod at the group of women gawking in the corner. Jungkook follows your gaze before meeting your eyes again.
"Not interested," he shrugs his shoulders.
“Oh wow, really?” Maybe sarcasm wasn’t the best way to go but since when did Jungkook start passing up overly eager women…shocker.
"Don't be insulting, __. I probably sleep around a lot more in your head than in real life."
"Please, who are you fooling," you reach for your fourth shot. Jungkook steals it out of your hand, however, shaking his head.
"No, no, no." He sets the glass on his other side, furthest from your grasp. "Someone might be getting a little ahead of herself."
Teeth clench. Is he patronising you?
"Do you mind?" The words spit out of your mouth. "I'm trying to sit and have a nice drink with my friend."
"And what friend would that be?" Jungkook leans forward in his seat, sparing a glance past your figure.
"Yoongi."
"Oh, him…hate to break it to you but he left with some woman earlier.”
You turn around immediately. He's gotta be messing around but damn– Yoongi really left you. That little snake. He'll be hearing from you tomorrow.
Rising from the barstool, you snatch your belongings and make your way to the exit.
.
"Where are you going, __?” Heavy feet patter after you, following you to the parking lot. "Just 'cause Yoongi's gone doesn't mean you have to leave."
"I'm going home, Jungkook. 6am comes awfully quick." You want him to take the hint that you don't wanna stay but no such luck. You're instead blocked in your path, Jungkook facing you square on. He's a little close, but it doesn't matter. You'll just push around him.
"Alright, I'm sorry!" He wets his bottom lip. "If I've been too explicit about my private life, I'm sorry.” You watch as he rubs the side of his neck. “I tend-I tend to get carried away, especially around the guys. But after hearing what you said back there, I realize I should chill a little."
"Congratulations, you've figured it out.” You stare blankly at the man. “Can I leave now?" Brushing past him, you open your car door and jump inside. Dumb apology.
Fingers reach to shut the door, but Jungkook grips the rim, propping it open. "That can't be all." He leans down, shaking his head. "You clearly have some kind of vendetta against me and I'd like you to tell me why…please."
You blink up, patience running thin. You’re wondering what you should say to get him off your tail, but the longer you linger the more it’ll look like you’re staring. And heaven knows Jungkook gets enough eyes on him as is, especially with his biceps bulging from his shirt.
Not that you’re paying attention or anything but take tonight for instance with those women ogling him in the bar. Like, did he have to wear a white tank top tonight? Show off.
“You’re so arrogant,” you say, clenching your fists. "You act like you're the best thing this world's ever gotten."
It’s obvious that your words strike a cord inside Jungkook. His face, riddled with concern and protest. 'Him, arrogant? What on earth is this woman talking about?' his eyes say.
"That's not true. When have I ever acted like that?"
Baffled. That’s what you are. It takes every ounce of gull left in your body to step out and meet the man at eye level.
"You're kidding. What do you call the constant retelling of your college fling then? Because you sure love the pedestal it gives you! Must have heard it fifty fricken times by now."
"Okay, maybe a bit then, but like I said I just get carried away. Lost in the moment if you will. The guys wanna hear it anyway, and it's just one story, __. Hardly enough basis to say I love myself or some shit."
"But that's exactly it, Jeon. You think everyone will worship at your feet just because you have that one story, a bunny like smile, and the body of a–"
"Woah, wait a second. Did you say worship at my feet? I get you're pissed off at me but come on, that's a bit much."
"It's n---shut up Jungkook!" You snarl. How dare he interrupt you after demanding you to tell him what's wrong. "Don't you ever get tired of running your mouth all the time?!"
"Me running my mouth? You're the one yelling sweetheart." His icy tone sets you off.
"Listen asshole, just for once, can't you just listen! You're so average, fuck!"
"Alright babe, I hear you, damn!" His eyebrows knit together. "And stop saying that I'm average! I'm not, okay?"
"There you go again, acting all entitled with that over inflated ego. I said it before and I'll never stop saying it–you're an average fuck! I don't care how many people you get in your bed."
Jungkook paces backwards, fingers laced behind his head. He cranks his neck back and chuckles. "Oh sweetheart, that's where you're so, so wrong."
"No idea what you're talking about," you say, unmoved.
He steps forward, complete disregard for your personal space. His breath heats your skin. "You absolutely care who I'm with...who I'm talking to...and especially who I'm fucking." He places a hand on the roof of your car. "You care so much that it's eating at you, bit by bit."
You do all you can to ignore the way the back of your neck fires up and how your heart picks up as he speaks but–dammit, this isn't the time! He's messing with your sanity. Or maybe, it's the shots kicking in. Both likely. Either way, you’ll be damned if you let him catch on.
"Fuck off Jungkook!" You push against his muscular chest. The force should have sent him stumbling back, but it only makes him slightly jolt. Courtesy of his rock-solid form.
"Why? 'Cause I'm right?" He traces down your figure. “ 'Cause you're scared of what will happen once we get close?”
Palms sweating, you struggle to form a proper response.
Option A: No, you're not scared in which Jungkook will likely challenge you.
Option B: Yes you're scared in which you let Jungkook be right and your efforts will be in vain.
Or Option C, what you've been doing all along: Fuck off!
Lust clouds over Jungkook's eyes as you remain motionless.
"How 'bout you prove it to me." His voice cuts through your contemplation. "That I'm wrong, that you don't want this, and I'll do the same for you."
You know exactly what he's insinuating– a one night stand. You swore you'd never give in to his antics. Then again, you never thought things would escalate this far either.
But if you agree to sleep with him now, you'll look like a hypocrite. And what of the countless speeches you made about not wanting to be another one of his swooning, giddy women? Still… it's not like you want to sleep with him. And if you do sleep with him, and he's average after all, you'll finally have something to testify to.
That'll knock him down a few pegs.
"So…" You hear Jungkook drawl. "Is that smug expression you got on a yes?"
"Hurry up and unlock the door,” you snap, manners going awry. “I wanna get this done as soon as possible.”
"Relax will you.” Jungkook fiddles with his keys, nearly dropping them with every shuffle. “So bratty when you’re down to get some.” He ushers you forward once managing to crank the door open.
You ignore his snide remark, taking in the spacious room. “Don't tell me that's your bed,” you say. There, in the middle of the living room was a mattress. It was on the smaller side but not in bad shape. If that’s where Jungkook intends to give it to you though, you’ll gladly walk out.
“Seriously?” You're thrown a slightly pissed expression. “It’s for emergencies, okay? My room's down here." He breezes down the hall adjacent to the living room. You follow.
“Better?” A lamp switches on from the corner of the bedroom. The room’s a little bare but you can’t complain, at least it was clean.
"Yeah, its fine." You flicker your eyes at Jungkook, arms length away. Chest tightens, legs begin to shake.
This isn't a dream. You're fully conscious and you're about to jump in bed with Jeon Jungkook.
Inadvertently, you pause down at his lips–they look soft.
Oh fuck it...you can’t stomach anymore delays.
Feeling the adrenaline, you shake your coat off and toss it on the chair to the side. You march up to Jungkook next, grip the fabric of his shirt, and smash your lips against his.
It's unusual at first, sloppy even. You're moving your lips the best you can but it's a struggle getting into a rhythm. Likely because you've never kissed each other before, let alone made out.
The temptation to snort at how ridiculous the whole thing must look jabs at you. But it's when you feel Jungkook smiling through each kiss that it hits you like a ton of bricks–your lips have been the only ones moving.
"So that's how you kiss huh?" Breaking apart, he stares down at you, tongue in cheek. He's teasing you.
Rather than give an answer you smirk and twist the fabric of his shirt. You press your lips to his again but this time it's with more confidence and determination. A heavy grunt falls from his mouth and rough hands grip your hips as teeth clash against teeth.
"Fuck, slow down baby," Jungkook pants between kisses.
You ignore his plead and card through his hair with both hands, yanking on his soft, black strands. "I'm not your baby, Jungkook. Remember that."
Your back slams against the door instantly, knob rattling at the sudden pressure. With one hand, he anchors your wrists above your head while the tatted one wraps tightly around your waist. Saying this isn't turning you on would be a lie, a big fat lie.
"What do you want me to call you then?" Your thighs squeeze together when you feel his bulge brush against your center. His pecs graze atop your breasts too, causing a shiver down your spine. "Can't call you baby, can't call you angel."
You bite the inside of your cheek and gaze at Jungkook through your lashes. A devilish smirk spreads across his face at your chosen silence.
"Guess I'll have to figure it out along the way."
He inches forward, capturing your lips. His tongue licks the seam before pushing in the crevasse. Though you fight, you can't stop from moaning into his mouth.
You find your thoughts drifting to all the other places you'll feel his tongue tonight. Maybe on your neck, or your breasts, inside your thighs–fuck. You're about to soak your panties to bunny boy.
One by one, you feel the buttons of your silk blouse being pulled apart. The delicate material pools at to your feet in seconds, leaving you in your lacy white bra.
"Pretty," Jungkook plays with a strap before bringing his hands down to cup the swell of your breasts. "Not what I expected though...thought red was more your color." He flashes a cocky smirk.
"Very funny, Jung–"
You gasp when his thumbs start swirling tiny circles around your clothed nipples. "How hard are they?" He says.
"Take it off and find out."
"Fuck.” He squeezes your breasts. "You sure?"
Once giving a nod, you're pulled to the bed. Jungkook guides you on your back before settling himself around your waist in a straddled position. When he leans forward to reach behind your back, you feel his length poke you.
"Mm," you muffle a small moan.
He raises a brow. "What's gonna happen when I'm inside you huh?" The straps of your bra sweep off your shoulders. Cool air hits your breasts, nipples pebbling instantly.
"I can take it," you say.
Jungkook's eyes dilate at your bare breasted state. "Sure you can babe." The tips of his fingers graze along your sides. "Cause I'm just an average fuck yeah?"
His palms cup the underside of your boobs, squeezing lightly. He then lowers his lips to the ridge of your ear.
"Gonna make you come by your tits pretty girl." Your back arches as he digs his fingers into the soft flesh.
"Jungkook-"
"Fuck," he hisses. "Rolls off your tongue just right." He trails from your neck down to your naval, leaving open mouth kisses along the way.
Your core twists at the warm sensation. You wanna tell him not to leave marks but something inside you secretly hopes he does.
Jungkook traces back up your torso, giving your buds a few flicks with his thumbs before taking one between his lips. He sucks firmly, switching between breasts. Occasionally you let out a yelp when his teeth tug at them ever so slightly.
You desperately want to rub your thighs together due to the wetness pooling between them but the weight of Jungkook straddling you doesn't allow for much movement.
“Be a good girl and stay still," he says, cocky grin plastered on his face.
You're not a good girl, you pant back though your nearly frozen body would say otherwise.
A few more flicks of his tongue and you know he's made you come from your tits as promised.
Jungkook leans back on the his knees. "I really wanna fuck them now." He tugs on a nipple playfully but you slap his hand away.
"Don't even think about it," you say. "They're sore enough".
"You liked it though."
"Well no shit, I came didn't I? Can't believe it," you mumble under your breath. "Anyway, it's your turn now. Take your shirt off," you nearly demand."
"Even after coming, you're still a fiesty little kitten." He brings his arms around his waist. Your core tightens as you watch the white tank top lift up his muscular upper body and over his head.
"Satisfied?" He studies your expressions.
Instinctively, you trace down his sweaty build; starting with the collarbone. You work your way over to his shoulders after until his pecs draw your attention. And then his diaphragm, leading to the ‘v’ outlining his pelvis.
"Take them off too."
Jungkook gives you a pleased look. "Wanna see how average my cock is?"
You move to an upright position, face close to his. "More like wanna see what it can do." You snap the band of his sweats. "Hmm, what'd you think about that playboy?"
Jungkook's cock twitches. He needs to be inside you before he blows a load in his pants here and now. He gets up from the bed, hooks his thumbs in his sweats and pulls them down along with his briefs.
Alarms go off in your head as his half-harden cock is yanked out of it's confinement. It slaps against his abdomen, tip glowing with precum.
Swallowing, you fiddle with your own pants. It's huge and it's going inside you.
"What if I told you I wanna taste you first?"
You pause your movements and peer up at the man. "You mean...down there?"
You wanna slap yourself from how naive you sound but the thought of Jungkook's head between your legs was an affair you'd never predict to happen.
"Yeah pretty girl," Jungkook quips. "There."
"Uhm," you breath, stomach doing somersaults. "Okay."
He settles between your legs this time, panties kicked off in some odd corner of the room. He gives your inner thigh a kiss before running a finger up your slit.
A lusty moan leaves your lips.
He pushes in a moment later, making you gasp for air. Another finger pushes along side it and after a few pumps he's perfectly stimulating your g-spot.
"Jung-Jungkook fuck!" You grip the sheets from under you.
He brings his thumb over your clit, toying with the bundle of nerves. "Am I doing it right __?" He's teasing again.
You nod vigorously. "Don't stop...please. Don't you dare stop."
Jungkook hums in approval, low and breathy, but retracts his fingers from your soaking cunt. They're quickly replaced with his tongue however, licking a broad stripe up your folds. The action is repeated over and over until your once again digging your nails into his scalp.
"M' gonna come," you say with a shaky voice.
As if an invitation, he dips in your heat. A string of profanities spill out.
Shit shit shit, you chant as you release on his tongue.
Jungkook lifts his head up from between your legs and wipes his mouth off. "You're fucking sexy." He presses a deep kiss on your lips, long and messy. "And you taste sweet too."
"Fuck me," you nearly beg. "And call me a slut while your at it."
"You su–"
"You don't have to use a condom either. I'm on the pill."
"Real–"
"Yes Jungkook."
He shifts back from your body, chest inflating and deflating. "On your hands and knees then."
As soon as the words leave his mouth you flip over, your full backside in his view. Did you feel exposed? Hell yeah. But that's part of the fun.
You turn your head over a shoulder to see Jungkook inching behind you. From this angle you feel so small. You bite your lip, anticipation driving you wild.
"Don't forget what I asked for earlier playboy."
Hovering over your back, his breath tickling your skin. "And what makes you think I'll listen to you pretty girl?" His length brushes between your asscheeks.
You whine.
"Jungkook–"
All at once he aligns himself with your hole and thrusts himself in. The fullness of the stretch has your eyes roll to the back of your head.
"Fuck, you're so big," you moan.
"Yeah? You like this," he grunts, starting off a steady pace. "I knew you would." He nips your ear. "Cute how dumb little sluts like you think they know what they want, but really, they don't have a clue."
Your breathe hitches, squeezing around his length. "What about---fuck---assholes like you who decide what others want before asking?"
The bed jolts forward. You cling to all you can to steady yourself.
"It's not really deciding for others if they already want it, is it?" He snaps his hips. "I'm merely helping them, like an asset."
"Shu---god fuck!"
"Deny it all you want but we both know how hard this little pussy's clenching around my big, fat cock. Been wanting this for a while hasn't it?" Beads of sweat drip from Jungkook's brow. His wavy, black locks dangle in front of his eyes.
Helplessly, you start rocking yourself on him, meeting his thrusts in perfect sync.
"Holy shit–" Jungkook groans. "You get me so fucking turned around. Can't even be in a room with me for five minutes before you're clawing for a way out but here you are, desperate to take my cock."
"What can I say," you barely gasp, beyond wound up. "Can't stand arrogant jerks like you."
He snorts. "But you'll sure fuck 'em won't you? Slut."
Walls tightening, knees shaking, it takes only one last hard thrust and you're spasming around him.
Jungkook coaxes you through your high with broken grunts. "Fuck, you feel so tight and warm around me. Gonna come pretty girl? Gonna come all over my cock aren't you?"
"Jung---Jungkook!"
"It's okay sweetheart, you can do it. Fucking cream it."
And you do.
With his cock coated with your cum, Jungkook fucks through his own high. "Hang in there __, I'm almost there," he says, thrusts sloppy.
Once he releases into you his body grows limp on yours. A small yelp tells him to slide out and off you.
As you lie next to each other, panting heavily, you're the first to break the silence.
"I think I've proven my point. You gonna shut up about your story now?"
"I don't know which point that would be but sure," Jungkook turns his head to the side with a lazy smirk. "I'll shut up about the story. I have a new one on my mind anyway."
God what have you done. Uncaged the beast, that's what.
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What about tickling a girls belly and clit with ice cubes???
Ooh I adore using ice in tickle play ~ especially for a sweet girly girl with ticklish girly girl buttons! Sooo ~ I'd have you all bound gently on my bed, with my bowl of ice in hand. The bright purple bowl with its obnoxiously big smiley face on it. I shake the bowl happily, making the ice bounce and clack. "Oooh yes, it's time for our favorite game! Hot and cold~" I snicker down at you, giving a little wicked sneer as I hum and tease at your panty line with tiny strokes of my fingers. "Soo, I'm thinking of a number between one and a thousand~ shall we begin?" I taunt, rooting through my ice bucket and drawing my index finger back and forth along your pantyline in feathery strokes.
When you answer I gasp out with faux concern. "Oh my, you got it right away! Not really ~ you're soooo far off. In fact, you're iceeee cold, baby~" I grin and find a piece of ice shaped very similar to your cute bellybutton. I draw the frigid tool around your tummy in slow circles, leaving behind a trail of teasing cool droplets. "Nooope cold cold cold~" I repeat, getting the ice right into your bouncy divot. As you guess more I shake my head. "Mmm mmm. Nope~ not even close. Snowman cold, you're a snowman darling~ covered in little iciessss and ooooh?" I smile and pull the ice back, licking my lips.
"Why, that's quite warm now~ yess, you've gotten warmer!" I lean in and flash my purply lips, brushing them along the same trail the ice just took across your ticklish tummy. My tongue darts out and starts lapping up the moisture in loving licks. "Uhhuhhh warmer! Warmmm warmerrr!" I kiss and lick and work inwards, dipping my tongue in and out of your navel rapidly. And when you're right on the money I seal my lips and start blowing a loud zerbert right on your most bouncy ticklish spot~ "bbbbbzzzzzztttt!" I cackle and lean up. "You got it!! mmmuahh bbbzzztttt ~ Right on the money~!" I raspberry again, working your chilled belly over and over~
And then I'm smirking again, my finger tracing your cute panties. "Ahh yes, these cute panties~ I heard that gigglemoan in there. Did you enjoy our little game? Are you allll hot and bothered down here on your girly parts? Noo? You're not? My goodness. Then what's this little swollen adorable girly button doing? Why's it sooo bothered and prominent huh? Are you lying to your Amy? Awww, you naughty thing~ sooo naughty naughty~" I admonish and rebuke your pleas, plucking a new piece of ice. I deposit it into your navel and retrieve another larger chunk and start plunging it into your pantyline.
"Gotta cool a naughty thing like you down oh yes we doooo yes we do~" I grin and take the ice lower and lower gliding the cool tickle tool along your lower abdomen and towards your girly royal area. "Aww does it tickle soo bad? Such a silly sensation, no? All icy and on your skin and tickly with these cuuuuute little droplets staying behind to tingle tingle tingle you~" I move the ice towards your sweet button and nudge the piece in your navel around making sure it stays put. "My goodness you little naughty thing. You're so hot down here! My girly girl all hot and bothered you're gonna melt my ice!" I giggle down and taunt with my icy tickles, nodding to my bowl with the smiley face. "Luckily I brought plenty ~ ahh yes, plenty to share~"
I work the ice up and down your swollen button, letting the melting cold stream drip along your lower lips and into your girlihood like loving fingers of a lingering lover ~ "Ooh goosh oooh nooo ~" I copy your gasps and lil giggly moans, chuckling while I work your cute buttons with my cold friends. Once your navel is full of icy water I lean down. "Here lemme help you with thatt!" and I start kissing up the remaining cool water, lickling along and muahing all over your tickled sensitive belly. And after placing a new piece of ice into your navel I find my other helper is also melted~ "Naughty thing you melted my clitty cube!"
I nod and smile, tugging your wet panties down. "Uhh huh. Yep. Mmmmhmm. We're going down there cutie pie. You naughty girl~" I lean in and blow a little puff of air on your hyper sensitive swollen iced up button. "My my my you ARE naughty aren't you~ ooooooh!" I mock your gasps as I move in, making sure my long hair teases at your thighs while my tongue catches along your super ticklish girly button, flicking gently before starting a slow clockwise swirl. "Uuuhuhh.. Mmmmhmmm" I hum, working your button with my slippery warming tongue, nudging that swollen aching girl part around~
And just as your ticklish button starts to warm, I flood it with cool again, deftly reaching for more ice and moving it around in the same clockwise swirl. "Ah ah ah~ naughty girl. Getting all warm and bothered ~ We gotta cool you off oh yes we doOooo~" I work the ice around your clitty and navel, cooing down. "Coochie coooo ~ ooh, you can ticklegasm anytime you like darling, you're getting icy hot tickles either way ~"
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silla i love u but that monkey wii animal is so ugly ummm anyways so today um i got this makeup thing like an eyeliner stamp and it's like shamped like a star a star stamp it's it is very cute and i was feeling like pure shit absolute bollucks but i convinced myself yaay bathing is so fun whenever i get sad and can't do stuff i try to force myself like it's a youtube challenge like laundry challenge that 1 usually doesn't get done or like a party like eating lunch party
NOT THE MONKEY WII ANIMAL ARE U KIDDING... it’s so cute 🥺 they all are 🥺 but i’m just gonna ignore that bit because you telling me about your day made me so happy and my heart is currently doing somersaults!! literally all the good things make me so happy bae and i want to give your dog a kith and you too!!! BUT ALSO UM WOW parasyte?? i want to get into it sooo bad but i’m kind of scared also i hear a lot about devilman crybaby but i’m probs too for that BYE 😭 also also also what did you paint!!! i use too much paint too and then i get annoyed whenever i have to go get more as if i didn’t cause this problem for myself HHH
#bye this made me happy save for the monkey part because wii party monkey is my baby#but you having a good day makes me happy#MUAH MUAH thousand kisses for you baby#✉️ love letters
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The Munchies
prompt: a stoner feedee's girlfriend uses him to test out new edibles and deals with his munchies
Remmy returned home from visiting relatives on the last day of December, and he was very glad to be back. They’d fed him well and his pants were tight, but all the small talk and bad vibes had been as much of a drag as usual.
He opened the door to his apartment and breathed in a familiar, potent scent.
“Baby!” Brianna ran from the kitchen and tackled him.
“Happy almost New Year! Wanna hear my resolution? Baking and getting baked. Check it out.”
She brought him over to the counter, where she was almost done filling up three containers of what Remmy had no doubt were various edibles. He ignored the kitchen mess.
“I’m liking what I see,” Remmy laughed.
She preened and then pinched his love handle. “I bet you do."
"These aren’t your typical brownies, though," she said. "This is gourmet.” She kissed her fingertips in a muah.
The first container was full of moist shortbread, the second with a kind of apple crumble dish that looked divine. Last but not least, the third had a jumble of what like peanut butter cups.
“Try something!” Brianna gushed. She seemed to be a little floaty already. “You’re gonna be my new taste tester. I think I could really be good at this. Make some cash, too.”
So Remmy tried one of the peanut butter cups. His eyes widened, and he smiled. “Bri, these are incredible.” He ate another.
“Take it easy. Two should get you stoned. So says the recipe anyway.” Brianna rubbed his pudgy forearm as he eyed the rest in the container, biting the inside of his lip. “Hey. If you’re just hungry, I can fix that. You wanna eat?”
“I’m starving,” Remmy said. A lie, since he’d had a big lunch before driving back. But he could eat.
“Okay, I’ll get you something! Pay day was Monday. Let’s splurge. What do you want?”
McDonalds, Remmy’s mind supplied easily, in an almost salacious tone. His relatives thought they were too good for McDonalds, and now his body thrummed with the desire to just get a truckload of those greasy combos and revel in the guilt and satisfaction of eating every last unhealthy bite.
Then again. Brianna probably wasn’t okay to drive right now, he didn’t feel like getting back in the car, and the scale told him he’d hit 240 recently, “Let’s just order in.”
“Sounds good to me.”
That night, as they ignored the idiots on television bringing in the New Year, the two of them picked at the apple crumble - which tasted as brilliant as Remmy had suspected - and lounged around, enjoying their high. Brianna barely touched her Chinese takeout, and Remmy ate all of his. Then hers. Then he started grazing the kitchen for more food.
Over the course of the next week, the two of them finished off the rest of what she made, plus some more recipes that turned out delicious. Brianna got a pleasant high every time, and Remmy enjoyed the edibles, too, although his experience was slightly different. It was just—
He just—
He got hungry. Munchies but on unholy overdrive. Cranked to eleven and a half. With every high, Remmy became a little more overwhelmed by the sheer amount of food he felt compelled to pack away, savory and sweet. Takeout and fast food and quarts of ice cream. Nuts and fruits, too. Jar of peanut butter here. Tub of icing there. He’d never been very active, so it came as no surprise when his clothes began stretching over his chest and belly and thighs and ass. He popped a button getting dressed one morning and couldn’t stop thinking about it the rest of the day. He hadn’t realized it would happen so quickly, his body converting all the calories into flab. Flab that padded him out chubbier than he already was, and then more on top of that. In the mirror, he started to look big.
Brianna seemed unfazed by her boyfriend’s growing girth. She took to her baking resolution with as much gusto as she did anything that interested her, and even into March, April, and May, she was selling the edibles well and raked in money that almost made her day job obsolete. Remmy was constantly praised for being “the bestest taste tester ever” and enjoyed a steady stream of free highs to balance out the lows of spending most of his time working his IT job from home.
Working, gaming, watching old movies. Remmy already stayed sitting most of the day, but as he gained weight, gained a lot, filling out his desk chair to its limits, crumbs becoming his constant companion, he felt even less like standing up. His weight climbed to 280, 290, 300.
June, July, and August passed uneventfully, and pretty happily, too. Brianna stopped asking him what food he wanted from the grocery store and just bought him things. Bought him things she knew he’d eat when he got high, things that made his ass spread wider on the couch, his arms round out like sausages, his pudgy chest start to really droop. The scale said 320, 330, 340.
Remmy gave up trying to gain control of the new appetite Brianna’s heavenly edibles seemed to install in him irrevocably. When he craved, he ate, and he ate. And like a dam breaking, his body surged with so much excess fat he began spilling out of even his newest clothes.
He was a little ashamed, sure. But quite a few of his relatives were fat, so they couldn't talk, and it felt like sweet revenge to embarrass his irritating parents by becoming so overweight. As for everyday life, well, he just moved around from room to room slower, wore the same stretchy clothes a lot, and that was it. Remmy did mention his weight in passing sometimes to gauge Brianna’s feelings about it, but Brianna only ever giggled, called him cute, and passed him her venti sugary monstrosity of a coffee concoction, which he thoughtlessly sucked down to the dregs, ingesting a thousand-plus calories just like that. This made her eyes sparkle, huge and utterly endeared.
“Like a piggy,” she said, thumbing his fat cheek. “Always willing to eat.”
In bed, she made it clear she liked him the way he was, and was becoming. And it wasn’t long before Remmy realized he was into how big he was becoming, too.
They continued like this. Getting high together and watching movies and making out and snacking. Well, Brianna snacked. Remmy feasted. Gorged himself, to put it precisely, with Brianna’s enthusiastic help. “You look good soft,” she’d tell him, playing with belly fat that his stretchiest t-shirts couldn’t cover anymore.
Remmy would swallow another bite of a snickers and spread his huge thighs a little, with effort. “You call it soft, but I’m the one who gets tired moving from the office to the kitchen.” I’m so heavy, he wanted to say. God, I’m so heavy.
“Just move your computer to the kitchen then,” she said. “Duh.”
It was a seed planted that came to fruition a month later - when Remmy’s food cravings became unmanageable and his weight climbed past 360 - that he felt he would simply be more productive during his day job if his breaks to get food from the kitchen were shorter.
By November, whether he was high or not, Remmy was grazing all day, everyday. What Brianna got from the store became insufficient, and he started a habit of ordering take out most days. In big portions. His scale creaked at 375. When Brianna wasn’t home, he sometimes ate takeout on the scale to see if the number would rise.
On Remmy’s birthday in early December, Brianna made a fresh batch of his favorites again: the peanut butter cup edibles. After ordering pizza for delivery, she got in the shower, and Remmy scarfed down three of the big cups as soon as they cooled. Then he waited, leaning against the counter, scrolling on his phone, belly hanging, feet hurting. He didn’t want to go to the effort of sitting on the couch and getting back up again when he could just stay in the kitchen, where he knew he’d end up anyway.
He scratched his supple underbelly. Found a pack of Twizzlers and started eating those.
Soon enough, his breathing slowed as he felt the high slowly come over him. And, as expected, his whole body immediately began to tingle for satiation. Fattening food sung to him from the pantry and fridge and freezer all at once, and it was all going to make him so huge and heavy he wouldn’t be able to stand on his own wide feet, but he wanted it anyway.
He didn’t care if he was pushing 390 now. He’d blown up, yeah. Inflated from a thick guy to obese and waddling. At this point, he was so pumped so big with blubber that he couldn’t twitch without jiggling, but so what? He was hungry. Being high made him want to consume, and so he did. He couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to.
Remmy opened the fridge and took out his birthday cake, which Brianna must have stuck in there after getting home from work. He couldn’t wait to eat it properly. There was no way he could wait until after the pizza came. Besides, it was his birthday. Remmy took off the plastic lid of the round, triple chocolate cake and felt his nerves light up with anticipation. He was going to eat it all, and there was no stopping him.
He found a knife and cut himself a slice three times the size any reasonable person would take. Desperate to get the goodness into his mouth without delay, he skipped a fork and bit right into the gooey, dense cake and mouse and fudge. God, Brianna was so perfect for getting him the unhealthiest cake imaginable. She knew he didn’t care if he was ten pounds heavier tomorrow, if his fat ass ripped his sweatpants open, if he ate so much he couldn’t haul himself to bed—she knew he needed this.
He ate slice after slice, and it was mostly gone when Brianna got out of the shower, looking sexier than usual in her matching purple lingerie. She’d gotten chubbier with so much junk food in the apartment, and fat clung to her in all the right places. But her pudge was a far cry from his angry-red stretch marks and neck rolls. Hell, his moobs had grown bigger than her tits.
She found him in the kitchen, eating and holding his drooping belly, and she rubbed his back, cooing at him when he apologized.
“It’s okay. I figured you wouldn’t be able to wait all night. How are you feeling?”
“Good,” Remmy said, but all he could think about was getting his next bite. As she watched him, he tried to hold out. Tried to prove he could stop eating for two seconds. Three seconds, four - his resolve broke and he crammed the rest of a slice into his mouth and chewed, choking back a moan.
“You get the munchies so bad, don’t you?” Brianna grinned and leaned against his belly, patting and cupping his weighty breasts in the way she knew pleased him. “Let’s get you sat down. I’ll bring you what you need. Just sit and relax and watch whatever you want.” They moved to the couch and Remmy sat, the cushions wheezing, his thighs and belly quivering. Brianna tucked the remainder of the cake into his pudgy hands. “Don’t worry about a mess. It’s your birthday. And there’s more where that came from.” She winked. “I just needed to keep this cake refrigerated because it’s fancy. There’s a whole sheet cake on top of the fridge that’s cheap and huge. Covered in icing. Perfect for munchies.”
Remmy could only feel a wave of relief at this news. There would be more cake. And after that, there’d still be more junk in the cabinets. There was pizza coming. His high was just right. Brianna turned on the television to his favorite show and he settled further back into the cushions, feeling his second chin swell out and engulf his first. Everything was just right. He was lucky to have Brianna and food. So much food.
A year later, around the same time, Remmy skipped his usual trip to see his relatives for the holidays. At 520 pounds, it was simply too much effort to move.
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sayu!
1- this theme is so so pretty , just like you .
2- yamaguchi loves you sm, he told me to tell you that just thinking about you makes him a lil lightheaded...
3- make sure you have a good day today baby! i'm sending my love
muah </3
maya!
1. thank you sm bby (but you’re the prettiest)
2. omg did he?? that’s so sweet i’ll have to give him a thousand kisses for that
3. i’ll do my best !! i got my fav drink from starbucks n i’m about to start on some assignments so having a v chill day <3 i hope you have a good day too !!!
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I love you. Honestly,, I really really do.
To my precious Atsumu anon— this one is for you, my love. (If you're not them,, shoo)
Note: I can still remember when I found you in my inbox one day after complaining about the lack of charanons. I was just like 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 because I truly didn't expect it,, and my heart was just— so fuckin' full after replying to you,, and every single time I see you in my inbox. You are one of the best things that's happened to me since I got this Tumblr blog <3 I hope you'll always stay happy,, and have the biggest smile when you read this 🥺🥺
oh my god this is the first time I'm writing for a self ship I'm so shy pls don't judge me.
_. You're a dork. But you're brave, dedicated, and amazing at what you do. Everytime I think of you, I get a little bit more flustered, and a little bit more soft. Your hair looks very fluffy,, do you think you'd let me run my fingers through em'?
I. Fuck,, did you just?? approach me? I'm gonna faint. Probably did faint. Yep, fainted. gone at the hands of your adorable self.
II. Muah I just want to give you all the hugs in the universe,, and your smile's just so cute— how do you go around like that and not?? have people fall in love with you?? who am I kiddin',, everyone's probably in love with you. Including me <3
III. The universe is made out of atoms and molecules,, stories and experiences. You are a story I hope never ends, and an experience I want to gain for as long as you'd let me.
IV. It's the way you're caring, genuine, and loving that makes my heart race, you know? Like woah,, what a sweetheart. My sweetheart. Everytime I feel like dumping my books in a trash compactor,, your face comes to mind— and I don't. because I wanna make you proud ><
V. Do I make you proud? You make me very proud. But you already know that. That's okay,, I'll just remind you because you need to hear it often too. You make me extremely,, immensely, super duper proud. My talented darlin' <3
VI. OKAY. Saw a fanart of you shirtless damn ur so sexy ahahaha rail me. But seriously, all that volleyball practice has left you extremely pog,, (he has a pretty face,, and a hot bod?? yes I am very lucky) keep up the good work whilst I fan my extremely red face xoxo (because what am I if not a hopeless simp for you?)
VII. Soft. Yes I'd marry you a thousand times over,, don't tempt me. or you could tempt me idk,, it seems funner that way. I just genuinely love you so much, thank you for existing— sending you loads of kisses <3
I wanted to write 18,, in honour of receiving 18 asks from you. but I figured you'd get bored reading everythin' so I shortened it to 8. I love you,, baby. you deserve the world.
#tsum tsum anon 🐾#my baby i love you#if youre not my atsumu anon and youve read this pls know im sHY SO DONT MENTION IT TO ME
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ayo 😎 i’m here abt the matchups lol,,, uh, i’m a girl, i’m bisexual, i’m a mallgoth (a type of goth subculture if u didn’t know!), i love to draw and dance, and... i’m funny, ig? i think? i say dude and bro and stuff a lot. but i’m also a really good empath? and my humor is like “pees on the ceiling aggressively” LFJSKDK- sorry if this is annoying 🏃💨 ok bye i love ur blog
I match you with...
April!!
You are... such a vibe to her. It’s best friends from the get-go, honestly. The first thing that draws her to you is your sense of fashion! Whether you’re a pre or post-revival mallgoth, she thinks you’re so pretty and badass. She ends up falling super quick, and honestly? Who can blame her?
Your texts are literally incomprehensible to anyone besides you two <3
“YOO BABE YOUR DEMON CAT LOOKS GNC AF” “YOURE INSANE.”
“That’s the worst sentence I’ve ever read! I’m going to bark like a dog now woof woof bark growl.” “I’m literally going to attack you like a feral possum </3″
Stupid texts at 3:00 AM when neither of you can sleep. You always go to bed with a smile on your face.
Midnight runs to the gas station are so frequent, whether or not you live together yet. You quickly become an expert at climbing out of your window to land on the ground, sprinting to her car with mischievous eyes and bubbling laughter. The wind is cold, and it bites at your skin, but you don’t care. She cups your hands when you clamber into her old, 2000′s BMW she found on craigslist. The heating works fine, but you much prefer her hands. She kisses your fingertips with a giggle before driving off to raid the nearest gas station. The music is loud and you sing the whole way.
Have you ever danced in the streets? What about the streets of the Hidden City? You both skip over the worn cobblestone, weaving in and out of the streetlights and other civilians.
(She totally brings a bluetooth speaker along too <3 She’s BIG into music, and y’all take turns choosing playlists.)
She loves your art!! She’d hang up everything you make, if you’d let her. She likes to keep your doodles too!! It doesn’t matter how tiny it is, she’s keeping it.
Movie nights are!! So fun with her!! It’s nice to cuddle under the blankets, watching the newest horror movie. Or alternatively, the dumbest B-List horror movie you guys can find. Mayhem always climbs up to sit with you guys, and you’re LEGALLY OBLIGATED to pet them. If you don’t, they’ll just climb on the TV </3 bastard baby
Unless you like to cook, takeout is very, VERY common between you two. She doesn’t like cooking a whole lot, unless she’s in the mood for it. She makes good breakfast, though!! And desserts: She loves to bake. (Also YES she totally teases you about how you’re as pale as the fucking flour retfygufyguhi)
She’s a really good singer! If you ever have trouble falling asleep, she’s not above singing to you for a little while. She’s a bit shy about it, but she’ll fucking do it!! MUAH. (She usually sings something by Mitski <3 Townie and First Love//Late Spring are her go-to’s.)
Pride is so fun with her!! NY Pride is really, really fun in particular. Standing in front of Stonewall with your lover is... a really humbling experience. You smile for the entire parade and likely end up going home with a sunburn at the end of the day. It’s worth it.
You already KNOW you’re gonna be besties with the turtles as well. Like, I’m sorry (not) but it’s unavoidable. You’re gonna be harassed by Donnie in particular during the infancy of your relationship. Like, he has to make sure you’re cool!! Once he decides you’re good enough for her, he totally starts including you in group calls. And missions. And technically-illegal acts of activism.
“APRIL bring your girlfriend we’re gonna go superglue Ken Chenault’s (CEO) door shut.”
Her favorite kisses are the ones where you’re both smiling and laughing through it. She’ll cup your jaw so, so gently and run her thumbs across your cheeks. At the end she’ll press her forehead against yours, and the love that swims in her eyes is so pure, so sweet, that you can promise yourself that you’ll never forget it. And you’ll have thousands more kisses like this, each more memorable than the last.
#also dw i got your follow up ask dytfugih you sound v cool AWA#also sorry if you wanted one of the turtles!! but tbh april feels like such a good fit for you aaaa#id be totally cool with writing a turtle for you if you like!! if it means anything#my first thought was Leo gcvguhiiugy#matchup monday#matchups#not writing#asks
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Waste Love: Part Sixteen
Pairing: Colson Baker|Machine Gun Kelly x OFC
Warnings: Language, Alcohol and Drug Use, Smut, Violence, Angst, Fluff
A/N: Sorry this took forever! I know I been slacking plus my internet being bullshit. I should be back on my jam though soon!
“So when I get back we gotta get the living situations figured out.” Colson said into the receiver, his phone cradled in between his cheek and shoulder as he focused on rolling the joint in front of him, “We gotta get all your stuff across the country.”
“What are you talking about?” Tiffany chuckled from her end of the line, her voice light and airy and making Colson miss home more than ever before.
“What do you mean, ‘What am I talkin’ ‘bout?’” Colson asked, confusion contorting his voice slightly as he furrowed his brow before licking the glue of the paper and twisting the spliff closed.
“I’m not moving in with you, Colson.” She replied, her tone obvious and knowing. He could picture her rolling her eyes at him and giving him that look she always gave him, but this time, instead of making him smile and laugh, irritation prickled through him as he snatched the lighter out of Rooks hand beside him. He ignored the “What the fuck?” from his friend and stood from the couch, his feet stomping loudly as he retreated to the bedroom of the suite.
“The fuck you mean you’re not movin’ in?” Colson demanded as he slammed the door to the room shut. His voice was lowered but still stained with venom as he gritted his teeth and walked towards the balcony.
Colson heard her sigh as he sparked the joint, annoyance bleeding through the line when she replied, “I’ve already explained this shit to you, Colson, please don’t.”
“Nah, fuck that,” he retorted, inhaling deeply from the joint, “It ain’t cuz your fuckin’ job. I talked to Reedus and he straight up said you could work from wherever.”
“The fuck? You went behind my back and-“
“Nah, stay on the fuckin’ subject, bitch.” Colson interrupted, hitting the joint again quickly, “I want the real fuckin’ reason. You’re supposed to be my goddamn wife.”
“Oh what the fuck ever, Colson,” Tiffany huffed, her voice raising with her anger, “I don’t wanna hear that shit. Im not some dumb fucking bimbo like all the other bitches you keep around.”
“So now we back on this bullshit, huh?”
“Do you really think I’m stupid, Kels? Seriously? Or blind or some shit?” Tiffany snapped, yelling through the phone, “I see everything, even when I’m not fucking there. Like the three blonde whores that were in the hotel last night. Or the brunette in the bus the night before. Or the-“
“Forreal? So now you’re on some stalker shit?” Colson replied, a sarcastic chuckle leaving his lips before taking another hit, “You think I’m fuckin around?”
“Stalker shit?!” Tiffany shreaked, her voice so loud, he had to pull the screen away from his ear, “You think that’s me being a fuckin’ stalker, mother fucker? Are you on fucking crack?”
A loud, guttural, roar came through the line, followed by the loud crash of something glass breaking in the background.
“Sounds like some shit a stalker would do.” Colson replied with a shrug, taunting her.
“Fuck you, Colson. You’re a fucking bitch, you know that? This whole fucking engagement is just as much a big ass joke to you as it is me.”
“So its all a joke, huh?” Colson asked, his lips hissing as he held in a cloud of smoke for a moment before letting it be pushed from his lungs, “Me asking you to marry me in front of fifty thousand people was a fucking joke?”
“Apparently! You flew to fucking Paris the next night and fucked four different bitches, you nasty fucking whore!” She screamed back, her voice cracking and hoarse. Colson pictured her crying, mascara running down her face as she yelled at him with all the anger in her heart that he had in his. Except he was angry at himself.
He knew people were taking pictures when he walked through that hotel, and he knew that that dumb slut had been recording on the bus, and that someone had seen him in Paris. Cameras were constantly in his face no matter where he was. He didn’t know why, but for some reason he just believed it either wouldn’t get back to her, or that she somehow magically wouldn’t care.
He knew better.
“You know how fucking embarrassing it is to have your engagement in a TMZ article one night and then see one with your fiancé with another bitch right beside it the next day?” Tiffany gritted out, her voice low and seething, “But did you hear me say one fucking thing about it to you? Huh? Or any of the others? Huh?”
Grinding his teeth together, Colson couldn’t even get his jaw to open as he ground out a “No.”
“And now you wanna throw a fucking tantrum and wonder WHY I won’t throw every thing that I’ve busted my ass for over the last year away for you? Why I refuse to call you anything other than my good friend, even though right now I wouldn’t consider you that, either.”
“So what? You never wanted to marry me? Everything don’t mean shit?” He huffed, his chest tightening as he stomped the rest of the roach into the ashtray forcefully.
“Of course I want to marry you, Colson! But we both know that you’re not fucking serious about any of it! I’m not going to call you my husband when every time I open Twitter, I’m being tagged in videos of you with your tongue down another bitches throat!”
“Mannn,” Colson whined, sucking his gums before standing up and leaning over the balcony, the Italian skyline boring and unappealing to him as he fought with her, “I didn’t fuck none of them bitches, and you know that.”
“No, I don’t.” She replied, her voice even, though still venomous, “When you’re Machine Gun Kelly, you have no rules. You do whatever you want, without consequence.”
Colson knew she was right, as much as he didn’t want to admit it. But he also knew that he was telling her the truth, he hadn’t fucked anyone else but her, which made him all the more frustrated. He wanted her to believe him, but he understood why she couldn’t. His chest ached with the need for her to trust him, but hell, could he really even trust himself?
Before he had a chance to think of a reply, she continued, “I’m supposed to be apart of the family but my own brother has your back more than mine. Slim, Dre, all of them, they look at you like you really are some golden god or something that can do no wrong. They look at me like they did Ashley and Amber- temporary. Which is exactly why Rook didn’t want me with you. He knew this was how it was gonna go.”
Her voice was still low but the anger and hate was gone, replaced by sadness and defeat, “I let you back in my life as Colson, forgetting that I know Machine Gun Kelly too. While I’m in love with both, right now neither one is ready to get married.”
“So what? You don’t wanna be with me or somethin’?” Colson questioned, pushing off the railing and moving to sit back down in the chair, his back hunched over as he rested his elbow on his knee, “If you been feelin’ like this, why haven’t you said shit?”
She sighed again, her breath shaky as she sniffed, “I want to be with you, Cols. I really do. I love you, but if we’re going to be serious then you need to be serious.”
“I am serious, Tiff. I’m not playing when I said I didn’t fuck them chicks. Yeah, I shouldn’t have been doing that shit regardless, but I never put my dick in them. This shit ain’t easy for me, and I need you to tell me when I’m outta pocket. Especially if it got you feelin’ like this.”
“I’m not tryna change who you are, Kels. I want you to know that.”
“I know you ain’t. But if I want you to be my wife then there’s shit I gotta do.”
Colson took a deep breath and let it out in a whoosh, relief flooding through him at the knowledge that she wasn’t going to leave him. Determination replaced his anxiety and anger and he straightened his posture, rubbing his jaw with his fingertips as he thought to himself.
“I love you, Tiff. An’ I don’t care what you say, you’re gonna marry me. I’mma prove to you that I’m serious about this shit, for real.”
She let out a chuckle, the sound making him smile, “I hope so, Kels. Just stop with the moving shit, please?”
His smile widened as he let out his own snort, “Oh, baby, gimme a month and you’ll be the one begging to move in.”
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Tiffany sat at the baggage claim, scrolling through her Instagram feed with a bored look on her face while she waited for her luggage to come through the revolving belt. She smiled at the screen in her hand, unable to keep the eye roll from appearing as she watched her brother’s story. A obviously drunk Colson pointed to the camera, his grin goofy and pale eyes unfocused.
“What do you wanna say to the folks at home, Kels?” Rook laughed, his own voice laced with inebriation.
“I jus’ wanna say that I fucking love you, Tiffany Cappalletty.” Colson slurred, his lips puckering as he leaned in to kiss the phone, “Muah! I love you baby, I miss you, and I’ll be home soon!”
Tiffany snorted and shook her head, clicking the screen closed when she finally spotted the black and purple luggage being spat out of the machine.
She cocked and eyebrow at the man standing in front of her when she turned around after pulling her bag off the conveyor belt, “You seen me struggle with that shit and just let it happen, asshole.”
“It was cute. Plus I wanted to see the pride in your eyes when you got to done.” Her father responded with a shrug, pulling her into his side as his arm wrapped around her shoulders. “How was your flight, baby girl?”
“Fine, when the thing finally took off.” She scoffed, shaking her head as they headed towards the exit and into the parking garage.
“Everything’s all set up, right?” Tiffany questioned, her eyes narrowing as she looked to her dad over the top of the car after opening the door, “You did what I asked?”
“Yes, dear,” he replied sarcastically, smirking at his daughter before climbing into the vehicle, “Only one small issue.”
“Oh Lord,” Tiffany whined as she plopped herself into the seat with a groan, “What the fuck happened?”
“Nothing major,” Pop clarified, smirking at her as he reversed out of the parking space, “Just a small change of plans.”
The ride back to her dads house was easy and quick as the duo talked and listened to music like they always did, and Tiffany’s smile was beaming when they finally pulled into the drive way.
It faded, through, when she noticed how many cars where parked around the street.
“Daaaad, they fucking didn’t!” She groaned, stomping her feet childishly before pushing the door to the car open and climbing out, “Why didn’t you tell me?!”
Her father’s explanation iwas cut short when the front door of the house burst open, Colson, Rook, Slim, and Baze all bounding out recklessly with beaming smiles on their faces.
“Tiffanyyyyyy!” Slim screeched before tackling the poor girl, a deep whoosh of breath leaving her when her back hit the plush grass. A dog pile ensued, with Colson being the at the top, Tiffany’s breath crushed out of her but a smile still planted across her face.
“Get the fuck off me, assholes!” She choked, smacking Slim’s side and Rook’s head the best she could. The boys rolled off of her, all laughing as they pulled her to her feet. Colson snatched her hand easily and reeled her into him, his lips attaching to hers as his long arms wrapped around her tiny frame.
“Tryna throw a party without me, I see.” Colson teased, nodding his head to towards the thumping music coming from the house.
Tiffany smirked and rolled her eyes, her hand coming across to smack his chest, “You’re the one that started without me.”
“Well lets go play catch up, girl!” Her father laughed, waving everyone inside.
Colson pulled her into his side, his arm draped over her shoulders as he leaned in to kiss her temple. “It’s good to be home.”
“Yeah,” she replied, looking up to him with a smile, “it really is.”
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Romantic Good Morning Quotes For Him
Romantic Good Morning Quotes For Him. The sweetest & romantic good morning quotes for him or their boyfriend. wish him a very lovey good morning with our good morning quotes for him and let him know that he’s the first thing that comes to your mind when you wake up in the morning.
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I wish I could just come over, run my fingers through your hair and give you a soft kiss to wake you up. Good morning.
As the morning sunrise creeps through the blinds, being with you is the only thing on my mind. I love you.
I don’t know what is more romantic – the thought of meeting you soon or the dream I had about you last night. Good morning.
Even before you have your first yawn, even before you step out to see the dawn. Even before you have your morning coffee, I hope you’ll close your eyes and think of me. Good morning.
I want to be your last everything.
Good morning to the guy whose hugs make my days sweeter and kisses make my life brighter.
No matter where you go or what you do, my love will follow you to the ends of the earth.
Good Morning to the guy whose hugs make my days sweeter and kisses make my life brighter. Good Morning Darling.
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I hate the fact that I have to, send a good morning text to you. I wish I could be with you night and day… so I can love you silly in every possible way. But you are so far, over there. This distance I can no longer bear. Yet again as a new day starts, I say I Love You with all my heart. Muah.
The glow you bring to my life is more radiant than a thousand sunrises put together. Good morning.
Your hugs are the reason for my happiness, baby you make my life priceless. Good morning.
I still get butterflies even though I’ve seen you a hundred times.
Each day, I begin another happy day with the excitement that comes from being with you. At night, thoughts of you are etched into my heart. Good Morning Love
Happy thoughts are the only cure for a sleepy morning… and I feel the happiest when I think about you. Good morning.
Gazing outside the window and thinking about you while I sip my morning coffee is the best part of my day. Good morning handsome.
Wishing a good morning to the person who is the reason why I feel like waking up every day. I love you.
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Tough Love Prt 20
Here's part 20 my loves... I really like getting all the feedback! muah! ENJOY
WARNING: More fluff ahead LOL
The weeks leading up to the wedding were hectic, once the rest of Dauntless learned that two of the best leaders they’d ever had were tying the knot everyone wanted to be invited. My father was only making matters worse by inviting everyone we had ever known. The closer we got to the fitting day the more real it felt for me. The first fitting we had turned out to be quite the party.
THREE WEEKS BEFORE:
Saturday arrived before I knew it; Tris, Peter and I were walking to the clothing shop as everyone was already there. I felt like I was going to throw up at any minute. I stopped outside the double doors as Peter and Tris walked inside. Taking a breath I attempted to take a step forward but something was holding me back. Peter pooped his head outside to see why I hadn’t followed them in.
“What’s the holdup D?” he asked.
“Nothing… well I don’t know honestly. I’m nervous I suppose.” I frowned.
“Yeah right, you’re never nervous!” he laughed but stopped when he saw I wasn’t smiling. He stepped all the way back outside and came up beside me. “Come on, it will be okay. You can do anything, you’re the leader of the greatest faction there ever was.” he held out his arm and I took it gratefully and peter walked me inside.
We hung out in the lobby area and then we were escorted into a larger room that had several chairs and a risen stage and mirrors in the center of the room. The manager and her assistant and seamstress quickly ushered me to the back. We came to a stop at a small door and outside of it there were several gowns in all different styles and colors lining the walls. I hadn’t given any preference so it looked like they’d gotten one of everything.
“Now before we start, are there any preferences you’d like us to be aware of?” The blonde manager asked me. I recognized her from the telecom call earlier this week.
“Absolutely no white, other than that I’ll try anything.” I smirked thinking about how silly it would be if I wore a white dress, I was far from pure that was for sure! They nodded. When the seamstress walked away to remove the white dresses from the line the manager leaned over to speak to me.
“Your spouse called ahead of time to make sure that every dress we show is fire resistant.” she pulled back and winked before ushering me through the curtained door to change. I smiled to myself as I stripped down to my undergarments. “I love that man.” I whispered. The first dress I was given was mostly lace. It was an amazing red color and covered most of my neck. It had a rounded train and it was beautiful. The manager came back in to zip me up and we walked out together through the door behind the mirrors and out on the stage before my small wedding crowd. I was greeted with “Ooo’s” and “Awh’s”. I turned around at everyone’s prompting, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirrors. The feeling of overwhelming emotion was creeping back up on me and I faked a smile and went back through the revolving doors.
The next dress I tried on was much too short for my taste and didn’t leave anything to the imagination. I walked out in it and they erupted with catcalls and yelling. I laughed and my unease slipped away. This dress was a definite no for the ceremony but maybe for the reception. I tried on every dress they had lined up but halfway through I found my dress. I didn’t say anything to anyone except the seamstress and the manager. By the end of the fittings everyone was hammered, even me. I was so drunk that the manager called Eric to come pick me up. I did not go easily…
“I can see why you don’t drink!” he laughed carrying me bridal style through the penthouse.
“I onnnn-ly had one Drinks” I whined as my head hung over his arm.
“The manager said you had a whole bottle to yourself Aadya.” His tone was stern.
“Evvverrrryone is doing it! What’s the bid deallll?” I was irritated in an instant.
“Hush.” He said as he lowered me down to the bed.
“You’re stuck with me ferrr life!” I laughed.
“You’re pathetic!” he laughed, lifting my legs to pull the covers down and on top of me.
“I know, but I love you.” I said yawning.
He pulled off his shirt and crawled into bed next to me. “I Love your drunken ass too.”
TWO WEEKS BEFORE THE WEDDING:
“Here it is!” The seamstress brought a huge black bag into the dressing room. Today was the final fitting and again a felt a wave of nerves as she unzipped the bag. She lowered the dress to the floor and I stepped into it. It fit like a glove as she buttoned the back; I walked out into the center of the room where Tris and Peter waited.
‘Well?” I asked as they both stared.
“I knew that was going to be the one!” Peter smirked.
“You look beautiful Aadya!” Tris eye lit up as usual when it came to these things.
“I was starting to worry.” I laughed.
I went to the back to change out of the dress and the seamstress returned it to the black bag where it would stay until October 25th. We no longer celebrated Halloween in the world as it was a before time holiday but I always loved the idea of dressing up so that was the date we chose.
I was having a hard time concentrating at work on my paperwork. One half of the room looked like the inner workings of a planning company while the other was scattered with paperwork and fabric samples. I started holding all my meetings inside the glass conference room next door because there was hardly room for me in here, when Tris and I weren’t obsessing over the details we were working out downstairs in the training classroom. I had hardly seen Eric in four days and it was starting to show. One day in particular I had made an appointment at the infirmary to get my birth control shot. I was halfway down the stairs when I ran into someone. I lifted my head to overact and demand bloodshed but it turned out the person whom id connected with was Eric.
“Fuck, I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” He stepped forward and wrapped me in a bear hug.
I sighed and melted into his strong grasp. He sensed my vulnerability and I felt him shift around me lifting me into his arms as I laid my head on his shoulders and my legs wrapped around his waist.
“What’s wrong?” he held me tighter when my sighs turned into broken sobs and whining.
I buried my head in his shoulder which muffled my voice as I irrationally bawled my eyes out. “I bit off more than I can handle, they didn’t have the bouquet I wanted either” I took a small breath “I’m tired of working out and trying things on or sending out invitations, I just want to go to sleep”. I finally stopped crying and I could feel him laughing.
“I promise that you will never have to go through this again. It’s just two more weeks okay?” I pulled back from him to see his small smile.
“What if everything isn’t perfect?” I pouted.
“Stop fucking crying baby, everything is going to be perfect and if it isn’t we’ll just kill whoever made you unhappy.” He leaned forward and planted a kiss on my forehead.
I sighed and placed my head back on his shoulder feeling perfectly content to stay in this position all day. We walked together to the infirmary and sat down while we waited for my blood work to come back. We were going back and forth about the cake choices when the nurse finally returned with my shot.
She tapped my shoulder giving me a strange look and I told Eric I would meet him later on. She beckoned me into a private room; I began to grow irritated with her cryptic behavior.
“I have places to be and things to take care of, what is the meaning of this!” I snapped.
“Forgive me, after our last encounter I was unsure how to address you.” She held a blue slip of paper out for me to take.
I almost snatched it out of frustration the paper was long winded and full of complicated medical terms. I finally got to the bottom of the paper and realized why she had waited to talk to me alone.
“How can this be?” my eyes were frantic “You just gave me my Monthly shot!”
“It was just a quick hydrating shot; I didn’t know what else to do that would arouse suspicion.” She looked cautious.
“There is one other thing Ma’am.” she paused.
“What?” I said suddenly afraid.
I heard her muffled voice respond but I felt like I was a thousand miles away floating in a large body of water and slowly going under……
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That looks strange af , it doesn't even look real , what you think baby? Muah muah 😘😘😘😘😘😘🤗🤗🖤, I can't wait until we get some animals 😩😍😍😍🖤 its gonna be so nice , I'm so excited/happy , tumblr messing up , the ones that have cages we gonna do it up , I still gotta get the stuff for our terrarium 😍, I haven't been to Walmart yet or Home Depot both of those are in cheektawoga , which isn't too far from here it's where the mall is too, the first one I showed you (the Walden Galleria) , hmm they might have it at Target too , tumblr messing up , at least the activated charcoal and maybeeeeee some stuff to decorate it with as well , he little figurines and stuff , what you think baby? Ill go there soon (taking you with me of course) that craft store Michael's might have some stuff too , Tumblr messing up, any maybe another stuff like that , I can't wait until you get here 😍😍😍😍, squeezes you 😍😘😘😘😘🖤, showers you with kisses 😘😘😘😘🤗🖤🖤, more astrology/astronomy today , astral, sessions ahhh 😍😍some more decor , clothes , Tumblr messing up , things of that nature 😍😍😍😍what you think baby? Makes you some ciderrrrr 😘😘🖤, I wonder does sour apple cider exists, that might taste good if it's not too sour, and it doesn't drown out the cinnamon/sweet flavor , tumblr messing up , I can't wait for our drinks and coming up with names for it , and getting our kombucha kit , it's gonna be fun making stuff 😍, lays on your breasts 😘😘😘🤗🤗🤗, Tumblr messing up , stuff is gonna start being gotten for our room and basement like the tempaint for the accent walls , some brush up paint for the walls in general ..eggshell /off white just so that it would look fresh with the accent walls , the front room is being repainted too just brush up paint , gotta get a few cans for that , I like looking at paint swatches 😩😍, all those different colors Tumblr messing up , https://www.pantone.com/shop-all
😍😍😍 , Tumblr messing up , and color scheme generators , I like looking at the different hues and stuff , it's interesting af and the babes for the colors as well , Tumblr messing up, what you think baby? https://color.adobe.com/create/color-wheel/?base=2&rule=Analogous&selected=2&name=My%20Color%20Theme&mode=rgb&rgbvalues=0.380806220252638,1,0.21083733278534045,0.04550000000000004,0.5864130817439588,0.91,0.8714925395263435,0,1,0.91,0.4365679179719828,0.04550000000000004,0.8204838771224899,1,0.050000000000000044&swatchOrder=0,1,2,3,4
That's nice too in regards to art/photography as well , to create a specific tone/look , and scheme of course , and tumblr messing up , it's gonna be so fun designing stuff together 😍, I can't wait 😩😍😍😍, muah muah muah 😘😘😘😘🖤, You are so raw, creative, talented 😩😍😍😍😍🖤🖤🖤🖤, Tumblr messing up , we should get a cork board (I don't know the proper make of it) we can stick things to it , like pins: oops copied in the link from up there lol my bad I meant :
All different kinds of pins , we can collect em and be put in the wall somewhere , and wear em , what you think baby? muah muah muah 😘😘😘😘😘Tumblr messing up , rocks you from side to side 😘😘😘😘🤗🖤🖤🖤, showers you with love 😘😘😘🖤🖤you are glowing in every way , you are so perfect , swoons 😍😍😍, Tumblr messing up , bliss 😍🖤so ethereal , how's school going baby? Tumblr messing up , wraps my arms around you 😘😘😘🤗🖤rests your head on my shoulder 😍😍😍, Tumblr messing up , you are so marvelous , so intelligent , so enticing , so mesmerizing , so intoxicating , the way you walk, talk, the way you come up with ideas/things, the way you dress, Tumblr messing up , the way you move , Tumblr messing up , the way you groove , so sensual , so golden , such a God , about to get in the shower
Tumblr messing up , kissing your sexy lips 😘😘😘😘😘😘💋💋💋💋, tumblr messing up , kissing your neck 😘😍😍😍😍👅💦💦💦, 😘😍😍😍😍😍😍👅💦💦🐱💦, tumblr messing up , caressing your back 😘😍😍😍🐱💦💦💦💦,😘😘😘🐱💦💦💦💦,🖤😘😘🐱💦💦💦, tumblr messing up , caressing your booty 😘😘😘😘😘🐱🐱🐱👅💦💦,😍😍😍😍💦💦💦🐱😍👅💦💦💦, caressing your legs 😘💦😍💦😘😍💦💦💦🐱😍💦💦, 😘😍😘😘😘😘🐱💦💦💦💦, tumblr messing up , caressing your thighs 😍😍😘😘🐱💦💦💦💦💦💦💦, Tumblr messing up , caressing your breasts 😍😍😍😘😘😘🐱💦💦💦💦💦, 😍😍😘😘🐱💦💦💦💦💦, Tumblr messing up , caressing your hips 😍😍😍😘🐱💦💦💦👅💦💦💦💦,😘😍😍😍😘🐱💦💦💦💦, caressing your thighs 😍😍😍😍😘🖤💦💦💦💦💦💦, 😍😍😍😘😘🐱💦💦💦💦, kissing your legs 😘😍😘😍🐱💦💦💦💦, 😍😘😘😘😘😘🐱💦💦💦💦, Tumblr messing up , caressing your breasts 😘😍😘😘🐱💦💦💦💦, sucking your breasts 💦😍😍🐱💦💦💦, 😘💦😍😘😍😍🐱😍💦💦💦💦, Tumblr messing up , sucking your thighs 😍😘😘😍😍🐱💦💦💦💦, Tumblr messing up , 😘😍😘😘😍🐱💦💦👅💦💦💦💦💦, caressing your back 💦😍😍😍😍🐱💦💦💦💦, 😍😍😘😘😘😘🐱💦💦💦💦, caressing your breasts 😍😍😘😍🐱💦💦💦💦💦, 😍😍😘😘🐱💦💦💦💦💦, Tumblr messing up , getting out the shower , gives you a big kiss 😘😘😘😘😘, we can get more into numberology , what you think baby? Muah muah muah 😍😘😘💋💋💋, your life path number is 7 , and mine is 8 (I think I said it right yesterday) , Tumblr messing up , life path 7: element is water , planets are Neptune , and the moon here's more on it :
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Tumblr messing up , what you think baby? The colors associated with 7: white, indigo, Tan, Green, Light Yellow
Crystals: Rose Quartz, Labradorite, Fluorite
Tumblr messing up , the other numbers : Expression number 1 , Soul Urge 7, personality number 3 , birthday number 4
Tumblr messing up , muah muah muah 😍😍😘😘😘, how's school going baby? Sits you on my lap 😍😍😍😍😍😘🤗🤗🖤,,licks your face 👅💦💦💦, I love you so much 😍😘😘🤗🖤🖤🖤, tumblr messing up , you are so perfect , a gem , you are so incredible , tumblr messing up , picks you up and twirls you around 😘😘😘😘😘🤗🤗🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤, I can't believe the month is almosttttt halfway through it's almost a new year , Tumblr messing up , 😯😯😯, wraps my arms around you 😘😘😘😘🤗🖤, showers you with love 😘😘😘😘😘🤗🖤🖤🖤, you are so special , your hair up or down today baby? 😍😍🤤, you're so sexy makes me melt in every way 😍😍😍😍😍, Tumblr messing up , and swoons , more Astrology baby? : and astronomy too , tumblr messing up , Sidenote in general: I can't wait for us to get some books , it's gonna be nice going through them /studying 😍, and have a nice bookshelf , Tumblr messing up , more on the Mayan system: the red moon right? That's yours , the planet is mercury , this is the Mayan calendar for the month : right now it's the year of the Red Cosmic Moon:
I gotta make another post for the images
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I wanna rip your tank off 😍😍😍🤤🤤🤤🤤, Tumblr messing up , those breasts 😍😍😍😍🤤🤤🤤🐱💦💦💦, I love your breasts baby 😍😍😍😍😍🤤🤤🤤🐱💦💦💦, perfect af perfect shape and everything 😭😍😍🤤🤤🤤🤤, I can't wait to see your nipples baby 🤤🤤🤤🤤, WET 🐱💦💦💦💦💦, Tumblr messing up , showers you with kisses 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘💋💋💋, showers you with love😘😘😘😘😘💋💋💋,muah muah muah 😘😘😘😘😘, deep lounging , im cold bundled up under the blanket tryna warm up ,
Eyes and thighs 😍😍😍😍🤤🤤🤤🤤, Tumblr messing up , the wormwood and rose is going to be delivered to my house tomorrow , then later in the week or next week (depending on when I get my money) I'll be sending you another package 😍😍😍, I can't wait 😍😍😍😍, I'm excited af , Tumblr messing up , I can't wait to get us more herbs 😍😍😍😍, I'm happy 😍, we getting a good collection 😍, we got like.. 6-7? If we can get about 10 that would be great (10 to have all the time) then some add on's , Tumblr messing up , more vision herbs for sure 😍what you think baby? I definitely want to make us the bottles as well that I was talking about the other day 😍stuff to represent the elements and perhaps the planets too😍, muah muah muah 😘😘😘😘😘,
Skin 😍😍😍😍🤤🤤🤤🤤, 👅💦💦💦💦💦, your caramel skin 👅💦💦💦🐱🤤💦💦💦, can't wait to put some whipped cream on your booty 😍😍😍😍😍😍🐱💦💦💦, strawberry on your booty hole 👅💦💦💦🐱💦💦💦https://youtu.be/gNVp0leSyQg
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Tumblr messing up , strawberry on that cake 👅💦💦💦🐱💦💦💦💦, I can't wait 🐱💦💦💦💦, whips and chains 😍😍😍🐱💦💦💦💦so lovely 😍😍😍🐱💦💦💦💦
Beautifulllll 😍😍😍😍😍, so beautiful 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤, holds you in my arms 😘😘😘😘🤗🖤, wanna do another astral baby? We gotta find a nice /cool place 😍 like the other day whimsical place or somewhere spacey , in the astral the planes and stuff like.. it's a big unlimited place with like no map lol there's pop culture things there as well (Tumblr messing up ) it was created because of the thousands /millions of ppl that put their thoughts /energy into (Tumblr messing up) that's what makes it interesting as well and fascinating , when we get more practice and stuff with visualization we can do more and visit more places in the astral , by practicing on familiar places and like the picture I posted the other day it helps with visualization and I can't wait bc we already have the ability 😍I'm excited, muah muah muah 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘, gives you a big kiss 😘😘😘😘😘😘, wraps you in my arms 😘😘😘😘😘🖤rocks you from side to side 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😍🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤, I love you so much 😘😘😘😘😘🖤, stroking your hair 😘😍😍😍😍😍🖤, ahh I can't wait to twist it around my hand and pull it 😍😍😍😍😍and pull your neck back 😍😍😍😍😍, Tumblr messing up , choke you from the backkk 😍😍😍😍(Tumblr messing up) that neck so sexy 😍😍😍😍🐱💦💦💦, I can't wait to choke it 🐱💦💦💦💦👅💦💦💦, Tumblr messing up
I can't wait to rip your clothes off with my box cutter 😍😍😍😍🐱💦💦💦💦, I want you to claw and bite me me make me bleed, I can't wait to welt that ass up 😍😍😍😍🤤🤤🤤🤤👅💦💦💦💦🐱💦💦💦💦, Tumblr messing up , we should get a dagger something beautiful , maybe a few (one of our spirit pets might like it too as offerings ) what you think baby? Should we make some more Kava at around 9? Wanna look at some daggers with me baby?(again my thoughts going a million miles a minute in a good way so excuse me going back and forth between subjects and stuff lol)
I gotta make another post for the images
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