#꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ skye

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✧˚ · .｡･::･ﾟSELLING MY MOOTS!!★,｡･::･ﾟ☆

★@winwintea

pros: is the female ver. of chenle / hot as fuck / has a cock / can speak in chinese / daddy I MEAN- / says random things that will entertain you / cool music taste / can cook

cons: is the female ver. of chenle / she’s crazy / won’t let you win in roblox games / will brag about it / writes things that’ll make you want to die YES, IM TALKING ABOUT MY APOLOGY LETTER. / yaps a lot / did i say she’s crazy? / won’t show her cock (sigh) / claims she’s a good artist (LIES)

price: winwin comeback in nct. also emotional compensation for what she did to me. NO REFUNDS!!

★@https-lvesick

pros: craziest plots / she’s a cutie / will show you what shes working on! / roblox buddy along with lyv! / will always encourage you / VERY attentive to details / MAKES MEMES FOR YOU

cons: will egg you on buying video games / crazy over mark (i get it) / tells you to rest then proceeds to fuck up her own sleeping schedule / actually she might not even have one / will edge you w her own posts (a pro if your into that)

price: full stack of chenle’s pcs AND haechan’s pcs AND jisung’s pcs + $10 i’ve spent on the games i’ve bought bc of her

★@nlovesbjh

pros: beautiful green eyes / will suddenly appear on your dms and adopt you as her friend / will send you pics of herself and her outfits / sends pics of wherever she’s at (always cool places) / likes to send random idols pics to light up your day / (could you tell she likes to send pics?)

cons: big time zone difference / she can make you fall in love just by batting her eyelashes / will love irene and kun more than you

price: there’s no amount im willing to receive for her ahahaa sorry...

★@lyvhie

pros: another cutie! / creative as fuck / posts masterpiece after masterpiece / will play dead by daylight w you / very fun to talk to / roblox buddy along with skye!

cons: dreams of having matching neo champagne green as a hair color (dw pookie i will do it for u)

price: if you can bring chenle to my room i might consider it.

no pressure tags!! @viasdreams @peterm4rker @nlovesbjh @yutarot @polarisjisung @chenlezip @lelengerine + anyone else who wants to join!!

ib: @https-lvesick

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I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE

⎯⎯⎯ ﹙ 엔시티 드림﹚ their kinks .ᐟ ㇹ.

𝒑. bf!dream × 𝒇.reader ｜ 𝒈. smut ｜ 𝒄. just smut... the title is actually pretty self explanatory :3 ﹕ bookshelf

⸝⸝ notes. idk since when i have this ready, sitting prettily in my drafts... but here it is, finally! hope you guys like it 🤭🤭

﹙ぉ﹚mark.

PORN⎯ it became your guilty pleasure together after that one unforgettable moment. the day you walked in on him — flushed, panting, and achingly hard — his embarrassment was palpable. when he stammered out that he was watching to learn new ways to please you, your heart raced. from that night, it became your shared ritual. now, his hands roam your body as you both watch, whispering filthy promises of what he’ll do to you next.

PRAISE⎯ he lives for your praise, craving every soft-spoken word of admiration. whether it’s a simple “you did so well” or a breathless “you feel so good,” it makes his heart race. his pout is irresistible when your praise doesn’t come quickly enough — he’ll whine, tugging at your attention until you relent. and when it’s his turn, he overwhelms you with devotion: beautiful, perfect, mine. he wants every inch of you to know how loved you are.

THIGH RIDING⎯ he notices how your eyes linger on his thighs — how you bite your lip when he wears those tiny, dangerous shorts with nothing underneath. it’s a game now. he spreads his legs wide, lounging like temptation incarnate until you lose control. once you’ve climbed onto his lap, grinding against him, he’s hooked — loving every desperate gasp as you chase your high, his hands gripping your hips while he watches his pretty girl come undone on his thighs.

RECORDING⎯ it started with voice memos and teasing photos while he was away. you couldn’t resist sending a clip of yourself trembling with pleasure, calling out his name. when he came home, you barely had time to speak before his hands were all over you. “can i record you?” he whispered hoarsely, his phone already out. you agreed, imagining how many times he’d lose himself watching later. now, it’s a shared addiction — capturing every moan, every arch, every filthy moment of you being his.

SPIT KINK⎯ his eyes darken when he tells you, “open up, baby.” but it’s not just the act — it’s what it reveals. when his spit lingers on your lips, untouched, he knows you’re wrecked and raw for him. when you swallow too quickly, he takes it as a challenge. “not done yet,” he growls, determined to break you until there’s no trace of control left — only need, desire, and surrender.

﹙ぉ﹚renjun.

FACE SITTING⎯ he lives for the weight of you, the warmth and wetness of your pussy smothering his face. nothing compares to the feeling of your thighs trembling against his cheeks, your scent filling his lungs as he devours you. and when you hover, hesitant, he growls in frustration. “sit,” he demands, pulling you down with strong hands. “don’t hold back. ride me like you mean it.” the pleasure of being used by you leaves him drunk with desire.

BREAST PLAY⎯ your breasts are his sanctuary — soft, perfect, utterly addictive. he could spend hours touching, squeezing, and tasting. but when you tease him — dragging your breasts over the sensitive tip of his cock — it drives him to madness. his resolve crumbles as he cums hard and fast, groaning your name while his release paints your skin. the sight of you covered in him? pure heaven.

THIGH JOB⎯ when the need overtakes him, he doesn’t wait. you could be cooking or working — it doesn’t matter. he slips between your thighs, cock slick with precum as he thrusts desperately. “don’t move,” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded, gripping your hips. the squeeze of your thighs, the soft praise you whisper into his ear, your fingers running through his hair — it all pushes him to the edge. he cums hard, trembling as your words echo in his mind: “my good boy.”

CUM PLAY⎯ despite his usual preference for clean, controlled passion, the sight of his cum mixed with your sweat-covered skin awakens something primal. he smears it across your chest, your stomach — his breath hitching as he admires his handiwork. sometimes, he captures the moment with a discreet photo, though he’ll never admit how much he treasures them. tasting you both, however? that’s no secret.

MUTUAL MASTURBATION⎯ it’s a shared race to the finish line. his fingers pump inside you, matching the rhythm of your hand wrapped around him. the room fills with ragged moans, the heat between you spiraling out of control. the thrill of cumming together — trembling, overstimulated, desperate — is intoxicating. he’ll keep going until you’re both wrecked, craving every last second of shared ecstasy.

﹙ぉ﹚jeno.

SIZE KINK⎯ the contrast between his sheer strength and your smaller frame drives him wild. nothing makes his cock harder than the sight of you fitting so perfectly in his arms, so easy to toss around. he loves keeping you perched on his lap — whether you’re simply relaxing or grinding against him for relief. but his favorite is standing sex. lifting you effortlessly, holding you up as he pounds into you, flexing just to feel the way your body melts, dripping with want.

BELLY BULGE KINK⎯ every inch of him stretches you to your limit. no matter how often you’ve taken him, you always need time to adjust. his large hands tease and prepare you with agonizing patience — long fingers stroking your insides, his tongue working you open until you’re shaking. and then, finally, he slides inside, filling you so deeply that the bulge in your tummy becomes his undoing. the sight of it makes his eyes darken and his hips snap harder, spilling deep inside with each thrust.

MORNING SEX⎯ he lives for waking up to you. the heat of your body wrapped around him, the way your lips close around his cock — it’s his idea of heaven. sleepy hands grip your hips as you ride him, your warmth pulling him into a blissful haze. mornings without your touch feel incomplete; he claims it’s the only way to guarantee a good day, and his slow, lazy thrusts show just how sweet he plans to make yours.

BREEDING KINK⎯ he daydreams of you pregnant far more than he’d admit. his eyes linger on your stomach during sex — not just because of the bulge from his cock but from imagining it round and full with his baby. every thrust is deliberate, a silent promise of filling you with more. and when you moan daddy, it’s over. his hips lose rhythm, his control snaps, and he’s fucking you with abandon, all purpose and no restraint.

OVERSTIMULATION⎯ he can’t stop. you’re so soft, so wet, so intoxicating that he keeps pushing, even after you’ve come. his fingers curl inside you, coaxing more pleasure from your trembling body. your cries make him harder, his breath ragged as he feels your walls flutter around him. when you coat his hand in your release, he’s a mess — groaning, needy, tasting you like a man possessed, determined to have every drop again and again.

﹙ぉ﹚haechan.

MARKING⎯ he wears your marks with pride, turning every mirror into a shrine of your love. hickeys, scratches, and bite marks — they all make his heart race. he traces each with a grin, and when they start to fade, he’s immediately begging for more. “claim me,” he whispers, desperate for your touch. nothing makes him happier than knowing he’s yours — his body, your canvas.

DEGRADING⎯ “you’re pathetic,” you sneer, and he shivers. he’s a slut — your slut — and he needs to be reminded. he loves the sting of your words, the humiliation of your hands slapping his face or his cock. when he’s whining for mercy, tears pricking his eyes, he’s in bliss. he doesn’t want you to be gentle. he wants you to use him, ruin him, leave him begging for more.

DIRTY TALK⎯ his tongue is wicked — sharp, teasing, utterly filthy. he knows how to make you melt with just a few words. before it starts, he whispers sweet nothings, luring you in. then comes the switch: vivid, lewd promises of what he’ll do — bouncing you on his cock until you’re babbling nonsense, stuffing your pretty mouth full while your cunt clenches around him. his hand snakes up your thigh, fingers pressing, pinching, pulling until your head falls back, his words turning into pure sin.

CUM PLAY⎯ he’s obsessed with the mess — your slick on his skin, his seed marking you from head to toe. when jealousy burns, it’s worse. he covers every inch of your body, smearing it into your skin, reminding himself — and you — who you belong to. he doesn’t need proof, but he craves it. “look at you,” he murmurs, voice dripping with possession, as his cum drips down your thighs.

FACE SITTING⎯ he’s addicted to your pussy. it doesn’t matter where, it doesn’t matter when — he needs you on his face. hovering is not an option. “don’t hold back,” he growls. “fucking sit.” he dives in like a man starved, tongue relentless, hands gripping your thighs as he pulls you down harder. your arousal coats his face, and he loves it. the wetter, the better. suffocate him. ruin him. just don’t dare deny him.

﹙ぉ﹚jaemin.

DOLLIFICATION⎯ he loves turning you into his perfect little doll. hands gentle but deliberate as he styles your hair, fastens delicate accessories, and selects the softest, most seductive lingerie. he even adds a touch of blush to your cheeks, taking his time to admire his work — a masterpiece of prettiness before the chaos. but by the end? you’re a beautiful mess. smeared lipstick stains his chest, mascara streaks your cheeks, and your innocence is completely ruined. that’s his favorite part: breaking his delicate doll after crafting her to perfection.

BREEDING KINK⎯ jaemin’s love for the idea of being a father isn’t just a fantasy — it’s an obsession. the moment you tossed the condoms and stopped the pills, it unlocked a new level of hunger in him. every thrust is purposeful, every orgasm focused on filling you with his seed. he watches with dark, hungry eyes as his cum drips from your swollen cunt, mesmerized as he pushes it back inside, determined to keep you full. “how will you get pregnant if it keeps slipping out, baby?” he groans, already fucking you again.

DUMBIFICATION⎯ the way you go blank for him — eyes glassy, mouth parted, words reduced to babbled nonsense — makes him smirk with pride. his cock turns you into a perfect, pliant mess, your mind too far gone to form thoughts. he murmurs depraved things, cooing softly as drool trickles from the corner of your mouth. “my sweet, dumb girl,” he praises, kissing you as you fall apart, fully lost in him.

MANHANDLING⎯ you’re too delicate to handle yourself — at least, that’s how jaemin sees it. shifting positions? not your job. that’s what he’s here for. he lifts, twists, and bends you exactly how he wants, effortlessly maneuvering your pliant body. you love it, and so does he. you’re his to move, to control, to mold — and he takes full advantage, whispering how weak and perfect you are as he fills you to the brim.

RECORDING⎯ a camera roll full of you, his greatest treasure. every arch of your back, every moan, every needy cry — he’s captured them all. each orgasm is immortalized, every sex tape carefully curated for his private viewing. he replays them when he’s away, hand gripping his cock, desperate to relive every moment. “smile for me, baby,” he grins, phone in hand, knowing exactly how pretty you look when you’re cumming just for him.

CORRUPTION KINK⎯ he’s the reason you know how to touch, how to kiss, how to suck — and he loves it. teaching you was the greatest thrill of his life, and the thought of corrupting you over and over again still makes his blood rush. “you don’t know how, do you?” he teases, eyes dark. “don’t worry, baby. i’ll teach you.”

﹙ぉ﹚chenle.

DADDY KINK⎯ the soft, breathy way you call him daddy wrecks him completely. the sweet innocence in your voice, the way you cling to him like he’s your last salvation — it feeds his ego and his darkest desires. he knows he’s the one ruining you, yet you say it like he’s your savior. and deep down, the idea of really being a father someday only makes it hotter.

BREEDING KINK⎯ chenle is determined to make you his — completely, irrevocably his. every time he fills you up, he dreams of the day you’ll carry his baby. he’s long since discarded the condoms, and you’ve caught him more than once browsing baby products online. when he’s fucking you, his mind is already decorating the nursery. “we’ll need another,” he murmurs, thrusting deeper. “one won’t be enough if they don’t look like you.”

DIRTY TALK⎯ the sound of your honeyed whispers — the filth you pour into his ear while your hands roam his body — it makes him dizzy. your need, your shameless craving for him, leaves him breathless. you cling to him, desperate and feral, telling him exactly what you want. his voice grows rough, words tumbling from his lips as he promises to ruin you, to give you everything.

DEGRADING⎯ you’re his princess — his perfect, precious girl. but sometimes, you push too far, teasing him until his control snaps. in those moments, you’re no longer his sweet love — you’re his slut. his to punish, to take, to wreck. “you’re mine,” he growls, voice sharp as his hand marks your skin.

EXHIBITIONISM⎯ possessiveness burns hot in his veins. your pretty moans are for his ears alone, your body belongs to his eyes only. but sometimes, proving that you’re his requires an audience. if someone watches, hears, knows exactly who owns you? he makes sure it’s unforgettable — pounding into you, marking you with every thrust, leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind.

﹙ぉ﹚jisung.

SIZE KINK⎯ he didn’t know how much it would turn him on until he saw the way his hands dwarf yours. you’re so small, so soft, and he’s so big. your tiny fingers barely wrap around his cock, your body stretches perfectly beneath him, and your mouth struggles to take him. it’s intoxicating — the contrast, the vulnerability, the way you whimper when he fills you to the hilt.

BELLY BULGE KINK⎯ “look at that,” he whispers, pride swelling as he presses his palm against the outline of his cock in your tummy. he pushes gently, relishing the way your body reacts, eyes rolling back as pressure intensifies the stretch. he drags it out, slow thrusts keeping you full as you beg for more, too wrecked to think of anything but how deeply he’s buried inside you.

ICE PLAY⎯ the moment ice touches your heated skin, your shiver sends a thrill straight to his core. you gasp, squirm, and cling to him, vulnerable and exposed, and he lives for it. the contrast between the cold and your warm body drives him wild — a game of sensation that leaves you trembling and begging for his touch.

DRY HUMPING⎯ he’s addicted to how desperate you get, grinding against him like you can’t help yourself. he watches, smirking, as you ride his thigh or rut against his lap, chasing pleasure even through layers of fabric. public places are his favorite — subtle thrusts, barely restrained moans, your panties damp as he whispers how pathetic and needy you are.

SEXTING⎯ the first time made him blush so hard he could barely breathe. now? he’s a master of it. teasing you through the phone, describing every filthy thing he wants to do, sending pictures that make you squirm. it’s become a game, a wicked build-up to the nights when you’re finally together, messy and breathless from all the waiting.

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[hogletthe2nd]

HELLO EVERYPONY! HI, HI, HELLO, HI!! ₍ᐢ･⚇･ᐢ₎ ༘⋆

Hello, it’s me, Hoglet! I am a minor. I go by mostly all pronouns, he/they/she. But I don’t go by any neos, and I’d prefer if you didn’t call me any

(Oh btw, I use to go by PlushyPusheen/Catastrophic0Tearz. So if you see any of my old art floating around with those names that’s me. I changed it bcus i low-key hate the names now. So yeah)

Tracey Berkowitz kin blog = @sevrdfragmntz

Pumpkin PS kin blog = @s0ur-g0urd

THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW ʚ ᐢ･⚇･ᐢ ɞ ༘⋆

Very multifandom, main is dsmp. Currently dipping my hooves in The Umbrella Academy, Smile 2, Juno(2007), and much more

Fankid maker, most of my OCs are fankids. Your fav is not immune to one, if I come across them they WILL get one. Don’t like…probably shouldn’t follow

I dabble in RPF only when it comes to fankids. Not against those who ship though. If you don’t like it at all block the tag Cuddleverse

Current fav characters are Skye Riley(Smile 2), Anya(mouthwashing), CTubbo, CRanboo, and CQuackity

I am cringe, keep in mind…

BEFORE YOU FOLLOW ʚ ᐢ･⚇･ᐢ ɞ ༘⋆

CCDream Team stans/fans, I don’t like you, I will block you. CCWilbur Soot supporters/fans/stans, I don’t like you, I will block you

if you have minors DNI in bio I’ll block, self explanatory

Goes with above but if your a NSFW account and u follow you’ll be blocked. This is also self explanatory

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she knows me too well i’m afraid :3 @nebularsung

ok but fr, dark hair chenle best chenle !!!!!!!!!!

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sigh i’m so easy

@nebularsung

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why is this pavlov’s dog in a way😭

@aracgio @spacejip and @lyvhie had plagued my mind 😭😭 every time i see yangs, chenle and baekhyun my mind goes to them and i'm like "omg they need to see it!!" *hit send button*

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she loves to call me out … and i love her @yizhrt

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EXACTLY LIKE- HOW CAN YOU SAY BROWN IS NOT HAECHANS COLOR??!!!!! ALONG WITH ORANGE OFC

btw VERY IMPORTANT question. i was talking to @spacejip and @nebularsung about what is the nct colors. we agree jaemin is pink, everyone knows that, but about haechan... i said his color is brown, and skye had the AUDACITY to say it's not. WHAT IS HAECHAN'S COLOR?? BROWN RIGHT?? RIGHT??? me and vicky... we are the sane ones...

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NUH UH I DIDNT SAY NONE OF THAT IM A VERY LOYAL WIFE FOR YALLS INFORMATION

guys... what do you do when your wife @spacejip thinks you're not enough and wants another wife @lyvhie so she can "go to her" when she fights with me (implying she WILL FIGHT BC OF HER????) EHAT DO YOU DO?????

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i indeed do yap a lot………

i reached 500 posts…. do i yap that much???!!😦

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guys don’t believe her!! she just got mad but she’s not taking applications… she’s just out of her mind rn 😤 don’t mind her. she’s still very much married to lyv and i

i need new wives, whoever interested pls hmu

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go follow my lovely skye @nebularsung (was https-lvesick) she lost her account :c

if you follow you get a kiss from hyuck😼😼

⭑ eating nerd!giselle out at the library ﹙+18﹚

she couldn’t focus. not with you sitting so close, completely unaware of the effect you had on her.

it wasn’t even intentional. it never was. but the way you furrowed your brows when concentrating, how your fingers absentmindedly twirled your pen, the way your teeth caught your lip when you were deep in thought—it was torture.

you were so effortlessly distracting.

you hadn’t even noticed how restless she had become, how her breath had grown uneven, or how she kept pressing her thighs together in a desperate attempt to ease the ache building inside her. but when you finally turned toward her, catching the flush spreading across her cheeks, the way her glasses slid slightly down her nose as she exhaled a shaky breath—

“gigi,” you whisper-shouted, amused, your voice laced with affection.

she nearly jolted, embarrassment taking over as she quickly adjusted her glasses. “i can’t help it,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. then, as if it explained everything, she added softly, “you’re so pretty…”

your heart swelled at the confession. giselle had always been shy—especially when it came to you. you were her first girlfriend, and before you, she had always kept her distance from girls—not because she didn’t admire them, but because they were all so beautiful, so untouchable. but then you came along, slipping so easily into her quiet world, filling it with warmth. and since the day you became hers, you were the only pretty girl that mattered.

you tilted your head, brushing your fingers against her cheek, your voice turning softer, lower. “poor baby…”

she sucked in a breath. she knew that tone.

“do you want my help, love?” you asked sweetly, and she hesitated for only a moment before nodding—eager, desperate, helpless under your gaze.

your lips curled into a smirk. “you just have to make sure you stay quiet… or else someone might hear us.” you leaned in, whispering the words against the shell of her ear, reveling in the way her body shivered in response. then, without another word, you slipped beneath the table.

giselle’s breath hitched.

it wasn’t like there were many people in the library—less than ten, at most—but even that felt like too much. she hated the idea of being caught, of people watching her in such a vulnerable state. or that was what she told herself. she could barely handle being the center of attention in normal situations, let alone now. but then she felt your hands on her thighs, and her thoughts scattered.

she swallowed hard, heart pounding as you lifted the hem of her pink checkered skirt, revealing her dampened panties. the sight made you hum in approval, and before she could even process the embarrassment, you blew a slow, teasing breath against her clothed heat.

a muffled gasp left her lips as she slapped a hand over her mouth.

you smiled, pressing soft, lingering kisses to the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, inching closer, making her sigh in anticipation. her glasses had slipped down her nose again, and when she reached up to push them back, she caught your gaze. the way you looked at her—like she was something to be worshiped—made her dizzy.

and then, without warning, your fingers hooked into the damp fabric, sliding it aside, baring her completely.

her breath stuttered once again.

you didn’t make her wait. your lips wrapped around her swollen clit, sucking lightly before running your tongue along her slit, tasting her. a ragged moan escaped before she could stop it, and panic flashed through her mind—were people looking? could they hear? but then you licked her again, slow and deliberate, and all thoughts of caution melted away. she couldn’t focus on anything but you.

her thighs trembled, threatening to close around your head, but your hands were already there, keeping her spread open for you. your tongue worked her in slow, teasing strokes—exploring her like you had all the time in the world, like you wanted to memorize every part of her all over again.

giselle let her head fall back, mouth parted in silent pleasure, fingers gripping the edge of the table as she tried so hard to stay quiet. she could feel the pressure building, the heat coiling low in her belly, but she forced her eyes open, checking her surroundings. no one had noticed—no one was looking.

that realization made her bold.

her hand shot down, tangling in your hair as she rolled her hips against your mouth, finding her own rhythm. the moment you let your tongue still, letting her take what she needed, she whimpered—so desperate, so completely lost in the moment.

she was so close.

and you knew it. you always knew.

your fingers found her clit again, rubbing slow, teasing circles before pinching it just right—just enough to make her gasp, to make her body lock up, to push her over the edge.

she came with a muffled, whimpering moan, body trembling, legs shaking around your shoulders as pleasure consumed her. her orgasm spilled over, soaking your lips, your chin, your tongue as you kept working her through it, savoring every drop.

the soft sounds of you licking her clean filled the space between you, and giselle felt her entire body sag into the chair, spent, overwhelmed, completely undone.

when she finally had the strength to look down, she found you gazing up at her—eyes dark, lips glistening, a self-satisfied smirk playing in your mouth. and when you raised your hand, dragging the back of it across your chin before slipping two fingers into your mouth to clean off the remnants of her pleasure—

she had to look away, hiding her face in her hands.

“you’re so cute when you’re embarrassed,” you teased, voice dripping with amusement. then, leaning closer, whispering just for her, “makes me wanna sit on your face…”

her breath caught, her eyes snapping to yours, pupils blown wide with something new, something deeper.

and you? you just smirked, already knowing exactly how the night was going to play out.

｜ 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌 𖹭 rum pum pum pum giselle has me.... 💦 like pls look at that woman and tell me you don't want her to ruin your life and then you say "thank you" when she gets out—

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THIS RIGHT HERE ☝🏼☝🏼 you guys prepare!!!! (there’s no way to prepare, you’ll be like this 😦😦😦)

according to @spacejip the next chapter (despite being focused on side characters) is super interesting hehehe and im so excited for it!!!!!

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going back to this bc he’s never beating the (CUTE TWEETIE) allegations

don’t you agree? @lyvhie 😤 @nebularsung

me and @spacejip appreciating mark, and then we have @yizhrt