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[theside-b]

"That kitchen is truly disgusting!"— RAMSAY, Gordon (probably).

THIS LOVE DOESN'T HAVE LONG BEANS (2024) episode 5

[fleurenese]

. . . matt, your best friend—gets drunk, whispers your name like a prayer and eats you out like a sinner.

drunk!matt x soft!reader | smut oral (f receiving), messy face-sitting vibes, praise, slurred begging, overstimulation potential

The bass thumps faintly through the walls, but up here, in the bedroom, the air feels thick and slow. Like the world stopped moving the second you let Matt press you down against the bed, eyes glassy, lips swollen, drunk off cheap whiskey and the thought of getting you like this—under him. For him.

Or more accurately, above him.

He’s on his knees between your thighs, flushed and mouthy, palms pushing up under your skirt like he’s impatient just to feel where you’re warm. Your panties hit the floor ages ago, somewhere between breathy giggles and him whispering “C'mere– l– let me...please, I...i need it– haah...”

Now? His face is buried in you like he means it.

“Fuck– baby,” he groans against your inner thigh, kissing it sloppily, tongue dragging a line up toward your heat. “You’re so soft. Can’t stop thinkin’ about this. Can’t—”

He doesn’t finish. Just licks again, slower this time, his tongue flat and warm as it presses into your folds, collecting slick with a deep, hungry sound in his throat. He buries his mouth against you, breath hot and wet, tongue working through the mess like he’s savoring every inch.

Your hips twitch. You’re already dizzy.

“Wanted you all night,” he mutters, kissing the top of your mound like it’s something sacred. “And you’ve been sittin’ there, bein’ sooo sweet—lookin’ at me like that…”

You don’t even realize how tight you’re gripping his hair until he groans again, tongue dipping down low to circle your entrance. He noses deeper like he wants to drown in it, breath dragging out in a ragged, half-drunk moan when your thighs try to clamp around his head.

“M- matt...” you whimper. You can barely think. His jaw is working so messily between your legs, and his nose—fuck, it presses up right against your clit every time he licks upward, slick building with every pass of his tongue.

He doesn’t wait for permission. Doesn’t tease or slow down. He spreads you open with both thumbs & devours—broad, greedy strokes from base to tip, then quick little flicks right over your clit like he knows it’ll make you jump.

“Don’t care,” he says into you, slurring it a little, voice sticky and full of praise. “I’ll be good. Just—lemme taste. Please.”

He’s so drunk. And it’s making him reckless. He kisses your pussy like he doesn’t know what shame is—mouth open, chin wet, tongue messy and constant. He moans again when your hips grind up into his face, and he fuckin' ruts against the mattress like the taste of you is getting him off.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groans, licking harder now, rougher. “Could stay here all night. You’d let me, wouldn’t you? Sweet girl like you…”

His mouth latches onto your clit, tongue circling it sloppily while his nose bumps against it with every twitch of his head. You cry out, legs tightening, trying to run—but he grips your hips, growling low, and buries himself deeper.

“That’s it...baby–let me have it.”

And with the way his mouth is moving—wet, hot, tongue stroking fast and needy—you do. You come shaking against his face, back arching, moaning something close to a sob as his name stutters off your lips.

And Matt? He moans too. Like you did something to him.

ㅤ⠀ㅤㅤ⊹ㅤ⠀© RENESSAㅤㅤ⠀࣭ ㅤㅤ do not steal nor copy!Lil note; need this so bad.

[writingbluerose]

TWST DRABBLE #13

I had some thoughts about you and Malleus being in a relationship before the events of book 5 and everyone finding out when he came to repair the stage ;

Everyone was catching their breath after the events of Vil's overblot. Thanks to Deuce's unique magic you were able to quickly defeat him, but even so, there happened to be a tiny problem that was left after : “Hey so uhh... how are we going to repair the stage? It's fully wrecked” Ace scratched the back of his neck wondering. It was true, the stage was completely destroyed, almost nothing was left of it and hiding the events of the overblot proved to be much harder now. “We have no choice — Vil's calm but exhausted voice made its way to your ears — I'll tell the headmage that we can no longer continue with the VDC- ”

“Oh? now what do we have here?” In a flash, everyone's face turned to the deep yet commanding voice behind them, founding none other than the Diasomnia housewarden, Malleus Draconia. “Hornton! I didn't expect you to come this early!” You scratched your cheek with your finger giving him a sheepish and adoring grin which he reciprocated with a sly yet soft smile absolutely paying no mind to the mortifying expressions of the others around you. It wasn't until you heard a loud 'HORNTON?!?!!' from behind you that you turned your head to the others failing to see the big wicked grin the fae returned to the collective. “Oi Prefect?! Do you know who that is?? Why're you calling him Hornton for???!!” “...he told me to call him whatever...?” Epel and Ace's faces had a bewildered expression on them which quickly turned to horror when Malleus gave them a loud and thunderous amused laugh. “Indeed, I did tell the child of man to call me whatever they pleased — his hand made its way to your left shoulder, his body leaning on the opposite side as if protecting your blind spot, posture similar to a snake — after all, why wouldn't I let my dear beloved call me a nickname of their own choice?”

The reaction was instantaneous, you swore Vil was about to faint by the look on his face while the others looked like they were straight up praying for your safety. “How wicked of you to take advantage of the Prefect's ignorance, Malleus Draconia!” Vil crossed his arms glaring daggers at the prince, while you looked at Malleus with surprise “Is that what M.D stood for then? Hehe, well that makes stuff easier for me” “YOU'RE STILL TREATING HIM THE SAME?!!” You nodded at Deuce's words, your face turning into a frown, “Why wouldn't I? He's still a person like everyone else. Just because he's all powerful doesn't mean I should treat him any different” There was a thick silence for a minute before Malleus chuckled and nuzzled his face into your cheek affectionately “I wouldn't have any other way my dear” You patted his head softly smiling at him with joy ;

“Oh I'm going to grow grey hairs” Vil grabbed the bridge of his nose in exasperation, just what in the world is going to come out of this school if this gets out? All while Malleus had a boyish smile on his face while answering your questions and reliving in the fact that even after finding out who he is, he was still your sweet and beloved Hornton

© writingbluerose 2025

[seumyo]

Bakugou didn’t like you.

He didn’t.

You weren’t even in the same class. Barely even interacted. Just two UA students who happened to take the same train every so often. Yet, whenever you were near, he was hyper-aware of you.

For example, he could be in the school’s gymnasium with the rest of the class, resting after a rigorous basketball training, but the minute he caught sight of you in the bleachers to collect the leftover materials, suddenly all basketballs are making it through the hoop.

Not that he cared. He didn’t do it to impress you.

He doesn’t even know what you did to have him notice you in the first place. An enigma that has him hooked.

The train slowed as he approached the station, the robotic voice announcing their stop. Bakugou stood up, slinging his bag over his shoulder, only to glance at you just as you pocketed your gadget and stood as well.

Just my luck.

The train doors slid open, and you both stepped onto the platform, the cool morning air greeting you. Bakugou stuffed his hands into his pockets, his usual scowl in place, already planning to walk ahead—only to hear a familiar patter of liquid against the pavement below.

Shit.

Within seconds, the drizzle turned into a steady shower. Students groaned, hurriedly pulling out umbrellas—not wanting to be late. Bakugou clicked his tongue, reaching into his bag to grab his own when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw you just standing there, blinking at the street.

No umbrella.

Of course.

He should’ve ignored it. Should’ve just walked ahead like he always did. But instead, he found himself sighing—deeply, begrudgingly—before flicking his umbrella open.

“Hey,” he grunted, stepping closer so the umbrella covered both of them. “Don’t just stand there like an idiot.”

You blinked at him, startled. “Oh. Um—” you hesitated, then smiled sheepishly. “You don’t have to—”

“I ain’t gonna let you walk in the rain, dumbass.” His ears burned. “Just walk.”

A pause. Then, to his horror, you laughed.

Not scoffed. Not sighed. Laughed.

It was light. Amused. Like he had just said the most funny thing in the world.

His grip on the umbrella tightened.

You walked side by side, your pace naturally slower than his. It was torture. Bakugou had to consciously slow himself down, had to fight the instinct to just power ahead and leave you behind. But you were under his damn umbrella now, and he wasn’t about to be a jerk and make you run after him.

So, he adjusted his steps. He adjusted.

For you.

Oh, god. He must've caught a flu.

It was annoying. Unnatural. But you didn’t seem to notice.

“Thanks, Bakugou,” you said after a while.

His chest felt tight.

“Whatever,” he muttered.

He didn’t like you.

He didn’t.

So why was he hoping that the next morning it’ll rain the same and that he gets to go on the same train car as you?

SEUMYO © 2025. PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, PLAGIARIZE, MODIFY OR TRANSLATE.

[lheesluv]

I Want You (l.hs)

Soft kisses turned into deep kisses. If Heeseung thought you were horny, he was even hornier.

PAIRINGS - soft dom!heeseung x fem!reader

GENRE - smut

WARNINGS - smut (mdni), p in v, pwop, protected raw sex, breeding kink, creampie, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), horny ass mfs, pet names, Imk if i missed anything!

WC - 2k

A/N — yall know what it is… another scene from my wattpad series "My Secret Lover.” also… happy 200 followers, yay!!! lowkey poured 3/4 of my heart into this so…

© All rights reserved Iheesluv do not copy, repost, or translate.

"Heeseung," you muttered. "Hm?" He hums, still pressing light butterfly kisses on your neck. You let out a small whine, tugging on the back of his hair gently. "What is it that you want, love? Hm?" He's clearly teasing you, forcing you to tell him with words.

"Want you," you admit, barely a whisper but loud enough for him to hear. "Do you now?" you nodded, pleading. "Yes, please."

You watched as he pulled his t-shirt over his head in awe, admiring his upper body.

He raises his eyebrow, looking down at you. "Are you going to watch me or get undressed too?" You nodded shyly and started to undress yourself as he undressed his lower half.

You watched him with hooded eyes as he jerked his length against your bareness. He was doing this as if he was teasing you.

"Seung-ah," you called his name out in a whine. "Yes, love?" He answers you with a sly smile. He knew what he was doing. He knew it made you lose my patience.

He held his length against your core and slowly grinded the tip of his dick up and down your wet slit. Your eyes closed tight, squirming under him. "P-Please," you begged for more.

"Hm," He hums softly, still slowly grinding against you, spreading more slick. The head of his cock occasionally bumps your clit with every drag. "I think you need some prepping first, don't you think, darling?" He says, retracting from you.

You whine at the sudden loss of friction. "Shh, shh. I got you, baby. You'll get me soon," he says, spreading your thighs apart with the palm of his hand.

Slowly, he collects your wetness with his middle finger up and down before slipping the finger inside. The sudden intrusion made you gasp. Your hands immediately gripped his sheets under you.

He moved his finger in and out a few times before slipping a second finger in. You let out a shaky breath, followed by a soft moan as you felt the pad of his fingers massaging the inside of your walls.

The sopping wet sound echoed in the four-walled room as his fingers thrust in and out of your pussy every time. Your cheeks flushed pink feeling embarrassed, but it was slowly forgotten when the pleasure took over.

"You're so wet, baby. Who's all of this for? Hm?" He coos. "Y-You, for you," you gasped, arching your back at the feeling.

He pulled his fingers away and before you could complain, the warmness of his tongue came in contact with your pussy.

You gasped. Your hands that were once gripping the best sheets shot up to hold a grip on his hair. "F-Fuck, Heeseung." He hums against your core, flicking his tongue up and down your slit, lapping up your wetness.

You tightened your grip on his hair, causing him to groan against you. His arms were wrapped around your thighs, speeding up each lick. The sharp point of his nose continuously stimulated your clit. "T-Too much."

Heeseung pulls away with a string of salvia connected from your wetness to his lips. He used the back of his hand to wipe his lips before hovering over you again.

He leans in to kiss you again as his arms roam around your body. He pulls away briefly, still centimeters away from you. "Heeseung," you whisper. "Yes, darling?"

"I want you."

Heeseung looks at you with soft eyes before chuckling softly. His fingers tucked a few loose strands behind your ear. "You know I'm not doing this to get you back right? I genuinely want to be with you." You nodded, smiling softly at the boy.

"Only if you say yes, my love."

"Yes. Please, Heeseung."

He positioned himself in missionary position. He looked at you with worry. "Condom. Fuck, I left it in my car." "I'm on a pill today, it's okay," you assured him.

With no hesitation, he slowly pushed himself in. You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling the tip of his cock brush past your cervix. He groans once he's bottomed out completely.

"Fuck, so tight," he says with a shaky breath. You let out a mewl, feeling the veins of his cock with every drag. Your hands went to clutch his sheets, unable to take the pleasure.

He had wrapped his hands under your thighs, pulling you closer to his pelvis. Surely, marks will be left on your thighs, but that was the least of your worries right now.

His length got coated with your slick after every thrust. His pace gradually sped up, easily slipping in and out of you due to your wet arousal.

Your back arched at the immense feeling, your head throwing back into his pillow. "G-God, you're s-so good," you breathed out past your parted lips.

"Yeah? Does it feel good?"

"Yes, fuck yes it feels so good," you blabbered out, trying to surpass the moans that wanted to slip out.

His sweaty bangs covered his forehead, sweat threatening to drip. His eyebrows were furrowed as his parted lips let out stuttered moans.

Your own eyebrows furrowed not only at the pleasure but at how goddamn hot Heeseung looked right now.

"Fuckkk," you whined, trying to open your eyes again. You noticed how he would let out a small pant after his cock would slam into you.

"Shit, you're fucking dripping, darling," he chuckles softly, gently squeezing your thighs. "Rub yourself for me, baby."

You obeyed his order and slowly rubbed your clit. "Oh, f-fuck." Your eyes shot open, surprised at the new sensation. His cock head managed to hit your g-spot so well. You cried his name out in pleasure.

"You're not going to cum yet, are you, love? Hm?" he asks me, still lunging his cock in me. You quickly shook your head. "N-No."

"Good because I'm not done with you."

He releases his grip from your thighs and balances himself on your sides, chest to chest. Your arms moved to hold a grip on his back.

You felt his breath against the side of your neck with every thrust. The room was filled with your skin slapping and constant moans. You hated how quiet Heeseung kept himself.

"I wanna hear you too," you whispered in his ear. Heeseung let his bottom lip go from his bite and let out a sultry moan.

He then bent your right leg and pressed it up to your chest. His hips kept moving and never faltered. He would let out groans when he felt your nails digging into his back.

"My pretty perfect girl," Heeseung pants in the crook of your neck, snapping his hips against yours. You felt your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling him hit every right spot. "Fuck, H-Heeseung, please, please, please," you cried.

"Are you close, baby? Do you want to cum?" He asked, almost teasing you. You answered him, nodding your head repeatedly. His hips somehow moved faster, fucking you faster to your climax.

Your body felt weak. You just laid there, letting him use you as a fuck toy.

"C-Cumming, Fuck, I-I'm cumming! H-Heeseung!" You cried out. Your high-pitched moans filled the room as you hit your climax.

Heeseung left soft kisses on your face as you calmed down from your high. "You didn't get to finish yet," you said in a soft tone. Heeseung smiled and stroked your head. "Think you can take more of me?" He asks in a teasing tone.

You simply nodded. You purposely clenched your walls around his hard cock in you, forcing a groan out of him.

He pulled out of you, causing you to let out a small whine at the loss of friction.

"Turn around for me."

You turned your body around and stuck your ass up. He positions his cock at your hole and massages your ass.

"Push it back on me, baby," he ordered you softly. You use your knees to push yourself back on him. Pushing his dick in yourself felt different, but good.

You whined into his pillow, breathing heavily at the stretch. You lifted your head up and turned your neck back, waiting for your next order.

"Come on. Fuck yourself on me. Make me cum."

The insides of your stomach turned at his lewd words. You start using your knees, fucking yourself back on his dick. His hands that were on your ass guided you with each thrust.

"F-Fucking shit, you're so good, baby," Heeseung sighs. From how weak his voice sounded, you already knew how he looked. His eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed. His teeth biting down on his lip to hold back his moans, wanting to assert his dominance.

You whimpered back in response, feeling every inch of his length move in and out of you. Your legs started to feel weak. You turned your head back, admiring the state Heeseung was in.

"Please fuck me," you begged him. "Tired already?" You nodded, biting the bottom of your lip, feeling him thrust into you slowly.

You dropped your head down and buried your face in his pillow. My loud moans and cries were muffled, allowing you to hear his groans and moans better.

"God, you're so wet. All for me, baby?" he asked you, panting. You nodded your head. "Y-Yes. All for y-you, Hee." "Fuckkk," Heeseung moans, gripping your waist tighter, slamming his hips against your ass.

"Shit! Just like t-that, fuck!" You sobbed out in pleasure. "Just like that?" he asks you, hitting that spot repeatedly. "Fuck! Y-Yes, yes," you moaned, sloppily moving your hips back on him.

As you got near your second climax, your walls clenched around him more frequently. His balls slapped against your ass after every hard thrust.

"You like me deep inside you like this, don't you? God, you're so fucking p-perfect. You're all mine, f-fuck," Heeseung babbles out as he moves his hips at a fast pace. You lay there, only being able to let out moans.

The more he talked, the closer it brought you to your climax. You managed to turn your head back again, wanting to see him.

"I-I'm close, baby. J-Just a little more, please," he moans out with closed eyes and clenched jaw. "You're gonna let me cum in you, right? Won't you, my pretty princess?" His pace never slowed down as he rambled out dirty words.

You didn't have the energy to respond. You only clenched around his thick length and moaned. "You'd like that, won't you, baby?" His hips started to stutter as he got close to his release.

"F-Fuck, you would like that— me filling you with my cum," he answered for you. His words rather seemed to be guiding him closer to his climax.

"Please c-cum in me, H-Heeseung," you managed to speak past your stuttered moans. His hips moved faster and harder. The wet noise, moans, and slapping intensified.

"Oh god— fuck, Heeseung," you moan with a sigh, gripping the sheets tightly. His breath got shorter and shorter, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

"Turn around. I need to see your face when you cum for me."

You did as he said and he took no time to plunge himself back into you. "Fuck, your tight pussy is gonna make cum, baby," he moaned, throwing his head back as he thrusts into you.

"Please cum inside of me," you cried out, desperate for his cum. "Keep talking to me like t-that," Heeseung groans, his grip on your hips tightening.

"Want your cum so bad," you whimpered. You chewed on my bottom lip, holding back your moans, wanting to hear him when he cums. You watched as his eyebrows knit together again, his teeth biting down harshly on his bottom lip when the pleasure felt too good.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm cumming. Fucking cumming in this tight pussy," his stuttered moans blended together with your high-pitched moans. "Cum with me, baby."

You felt him twitch in me before his warm cum painted your walls as you released with him. He pulls out and watches his cum flow out of you in awe.

You both panted heavily from the rough workout. Heeseung dropped his body beside you and pulled you close to him.

"Thank you," he whispered, rubbing the sides of your waist. "For what?" "For being a good girl for me," he giggles, rubbing the tip of his nose against the crook of your neck.

[thef1diary]

Anytime, Anywhere | D. Ricciardo

Kinktober 4/11 - Free Use

Summary: it didn’t matter if you were in the safety of your home or not, Daniel could have you whenever he wanted.

warnings: 18+ smut, consensual free use, unprotected sex, slight breast play, lil bit of degradation, praise kink, fingering, Daniel’s like obsessed w your cunt

please note, though not explicitly mentioned, the free use arrangement is completely consensual from both sides aka no one is doing anything they don’t want to. also, huge thank you to @emchante for proofreading this, love you loads!

wc: 4.5k

kinktober masterlist

© thef1diary 2024. all rights reserved. Do not copy, steal, translate, or repost any of my work

The kitchen is warm, filled with the comforting scent of herbs and spices simmering on the stove. You’re standing by the counter, chopping vegetables, the rhythm of the knife steady against the cutting board. It’s a quiet moment, one where you’d normally lose yourself in the task, but you can already feel Daniel’s presence approaching behind you.

“Danny, can you help me with—” The words are barely out of your mouth when you feel him press up against you from behind, his hands sliding around your waist, his chest firm. His lips find the curve of your neck instantly, peppering kisses all over.

You let out a soft sigh, tilting your head to the side to give him more access, but you try to keep your focus on the vegetables in front of you. Your movements slowed down, the rhythmic chopping faltering as his kisses grew insistent. His teeth grazed your skin lightly, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Daniel…” you murmured, but there’s no hint of resistance in your voice.

“I’m right here,” he murmured against your neck, his voice low. His hands roam lower, over your hips before dipping under the hem of your skirt. His featherlight touch glides over your inner thighs before grasping on the fabric, slowly pulling it up until it’s bunched around your waist.

Your breath catches in your throat as the cool air hits your skin, and though you try to keep chopping, your focus splinters under the heat of his touch. His fingers graze over the bare skin of your hips and trailing lower, until he reaches the space where your panties should’ve been. But there’s nothing. Just you, completely exposed and ready for him.

His soft chuckle vibrates against your neck, lips still ghosting over your skin. “Good girl,” he mutters, his voice a rough whisper. The praise sends a wave of warmth through you, your cunt’s wetness slicking your thighs as evidence.

Daniel’s hand lingers between your thighs, fingers gliding over your folds with deliberate teasing strokes. Ever since the two of you had agreed on this, there was no point in wearing anything that might get in the way of what he wanted.

You’d stopped wearing panties completely, abandoning them in favor of clothing that granted him easy access whenever the mood struck. Skirts had become your uniform—simple, accessible, and a constant reminder of your submission to him. All he needed to do was lift the hem, and you were his, no flimsy barriers in place.

Over time, he’d indulge you with a wardrobe full of skirts, each one shorter than the last. With every new skirt, the tease was more potent, the air against your bare skin constantly reminding you that you were his for the taking, any time he desired.

He’d spoiled you this way, every hemline a bit more revealing, every breeze between your legs a subtle promise of what was to come. And now, as his fingers glide over your wetness, you know exactly why you’d agreed to it. The ease with which he could take control of your body was intoxicating, leaving you vulnerable in the best possible way.

His fingers part your slick folds as he dips into your wetness, collecting it on his fingertips. He hums in low approval, bringing his fingers up to his mouth. He sucks them clean, savouring the taste with a deep, satisfied groan.

Daniel’s body pressing you firmly against the counter is the only thing keeping you upright as your focus shifts from the task at hand to the overwhelming presence behind you. The rich, earthy aroma of herbs and spices simmering on the stove fades into the background, eclipsed by the intoxicating scent of Daniel—something undeniably masculine, warm, and familiar. His scent wraps around you, filling your senses as he holds you there, exposed and vulnerable.

His hand doesn’t stay idle for long. He reaches for the neckline of your shirt, fingers hooking under the fabric, and with one swift motion, he pulls it down. The cool air hits your bare chest, and your nipples harden immediately. You gasp at the sudden exposure, your body arching into the pleasure. You never bothered with bras at home, not when Daniel made it clear he preferred you without them.

“Just the way I like it,” Daniel mutters, his large hands cup your boobs, playing with the soft, supple mounds. His thumbs circle your nipples, teasing them with a featherlight touch that has you biting your lip, struggling to hold back a moan.

You suck in a sharp breath as he toys with you, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers. You can feel him grinning against your neck, savouring the way your body responds to him without resistance. Your thighs tremble, wetness slicking your skin as you try, and fail, to stay focused on the task in front of you.

“Drop the knife,” he commands, his voice barely above a whisper, but the authority in it is undeniable. The tone sends a shiver down your spine, your fingers instantly loosening their grip on the handle. The knife clatters to the counter, forgotten as his hands slide down your body with purpose. Compliance comes easily, a reflex born out of the silent understanding between you.

He grips your hips, tugging you with him as he takes a few steps back, pressing your ass against his clothed cock. His rough palms spread your cheeks apart, and you hear the low groan of approval as he watches your arousal drip down your pussy and onto your thighs.

“Fuck,” Daniel muttered, his voice thick with lust. “Look at you… already so wet.”

You whimper, the sound barely leaving your throat as his fingers brush lightly over your folds, spreading your wetness further. You can feel him watching you, the intensity of his gaze heavy as he marvels at the way your body responds to him. You don’t dare to move, don’t even think of it, not when you know exactly what’s coming next.

Without warning, he reaches forward and swipes the cutting board out of the way, sending the vegetables scattering. His grip on your hips tightens as he bends you over the counter, pressing your chest flat against the cool surface. The sudden shift makes your breath hitch, and you brace yourself, palms splayed out on the flat surface beside you, your body already trembling with anticipation.

Daniel wastes no time. His hands grip your hips firmly, and you can feel the rough fabric of his jeans grazing against the back of your thighs. He hadn’t even bothered to take them off completely, too desperate to get inside you. The sensation of the denim biting into your skin is the only warning you get before he pushes into you—thick, unrelenting, and all at once.

A gasp escapes your lips, sharp and breathless, as your mouth falls open in shock. He stretches you to the limit, filling you completely in one brutal thrust.

“That’s it,” he growls, his hand slipping to the back of your neck, holding you in place. “Take it.”

The pleasure is immediate and overwhelming, your body instinctively arching to meet his rough thrusts. Each movement is purposeful, brutal, and all-consuming. You can feel how desperate he is to claim you, to remind you of exactly who you belong to. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the kitchen, mixed with your broken moans and the low groans coming from Daniel.

His hand moves down to your ass, spreading you wider as he watches himself disappear inside you, over and over again. The filthy sound of your slickness meeting each thrust fills the room, and he curses under his breath, eyes locked on the sight.

“You’re s’good for me,” Daniel grunts, pounding into you harder. “So eager to let me use you.”

Your mind blanks, your nails scraping against the countertop as you nod frantically, unable to form a coherent response. The only thing grounding you is the feeling of him inside you, fucking you like he owns you—and in this moment, he does.

“Fuck, Daniel…” you moan, voice shaky, barely audible over the sound of his cock thrusting into you.

He leans down, his chest pressing against your back, lips brushing against your ear. “You were made for this,” he muttered, his pace quickening, each thrust pushing you closer and closer to the edge. “Made to be fucked like this. Mine to take whenever I want.”

His words send you spiraling, your body tightening around him as the pleasure builds to a breaking point. He can feel it, too, the way your pussy clenches around his cock, and it only spurs him on, his hips slamming into yours.

“You gonna cum for me?” he breathes, his voice ragged with exertion. His hand snakes between your legs, fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight circles that push you over the edge. “Cum all over my cock.”

It’s too much. The heat of his body, the roughness of his voice, the relentless pace—it all crashes over you in a wave of ecstasy. Your body shakes violently as you fall apart beneath him, your orgasm ripping through you, leaving you breathless and trembling as you moan his name.

Daniel isn’t far behind. With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, his grip on your hips bruising as he groans, spilling inside you. The sound of his release sends one last shudder of pleasure through your body, your mind blissfully blank as he slowly pulls out, leaving you empty and spent.

You collapse against the counter, your legs shaky and weak, trying to catch your breath. Daniel stands behind you, his hands still gripping your hips as he leans down, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. “Now, what did you need help with?”

— — —

The gym is filled with the pounding beat of Daniel’s workout playlist, the bass reverberating off the walls. It’s a fast-paced mix, perfectly matching the intensity of his solo workout. Sweat clings to his skin, muscles flexing with every movement as he powers through his sets. He’s deep in the zone, the rhythm of the music syncing with the repetition of lifting, his breath steady and controlled.

You step in quietly, drawn by the sound of the music and the sight of Daniel’s toned body moving effortlessly through his routine. You don’t acknowledge him, knowing full well he’s focused on his workout, and head to the far corner of the gym, rolling out your mat. You’re dressed in a tight workout set—shorts that hug your curves and a sports bra that offers little in the way of modesty. It’s an outfit you’ve worn many times before, but today it feels different.

You drop into a series of stretches, starting with a deep forward bend, reaching for your toes. As you move, the tight fabric of your shorts clings to your skin in a way that’s impossible to ignore. The material molds to every curve of your body, hugging your thighs and pressing against your bare pussy—because you hadn’t bothered with panties. Or rather, you weren’t allowed to. Not when Daniel made it clear that panties were unnecessary.

With every stretch, the fabric pulls tighter against your cunt, the friction sending an unintentional wave of heat through you. You shift your hips, trying to focus on loosening your muscles, but it’s hard to ignore the way the material rubs against your bare skin, each movement causing a small pulse of arousal to build inside you.

You spread your legs wider, sinking deeper into the stretch, your mind momentarily focused on the satisfying pull in your hamstrings. But as your body shifts, you’re unaware of just how exposed you are. The tight material catches between your lips, pressing into your folds so much that it feels like you’re barely wearing anything at all.

You think it’s just the lack of underwear that’s making you feel so bare, convinced the sensation is all in your head. What you don’t realize is how truly visible you are—your pussy completely framed and outlined by your shorts, the thin fabric offering almost no coverage. It clings to every detail, highlighting the shape of your folds, as if the material is struggling to keep anything hidden. It’s almost obscene, the way your cunt is on display, but you remain oblivious, stretching and moving as if you’re not practically naked.

In reality, it would be better if you were completely nude, because at least then, the exposure would be intentional.

Daniel notices. He’s been watching you from the moment you walked in, his eyes tracking every movement as you stretch. The way your muscles flex and your body moves, wrapped in that tight workout set, has his blood running hot.

Daniel watches you with a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips, eyes glued to the sight between your spread legs. He’s more than pleased—thrilled, really—that even here, outside the privacy of your home, you follow his rule without hesitation. No panties. It may be a private gym, secluded and safe, but it’s the principle that gets him going. You’re obedient, even when you don’t realize just how exposed you are.

The music blares in the background, but it’s nothing compared to the sudden surge of desire that courses through him. His workout forgotten, Daniel sets down his weights and strides toward you, his eyes never leaving the curve of your ass as you drop to all fours in another stretch. He doesn’t say a word, doesn’t announce his presence; he just watches, drawn to how the material of your shorts has ridden up, caught between your legs, displaying the full shape of your cunt.

You don’t hear him approach. Too focused on the burning stretch in your muscles, you arch your back, completely unaware that Daniel is standing right behind you. That is, until you feel it—his large, warm hand cups your pussy through your shorts, pressing with deliberate, unrelenting pressure. The shock of it sends a gasp spilling from your lips, and your body freezes at the sudden, unexpected contact.

“Daniel,” you gasp, your voice barely audible over the thumping music.

He doesn’t respond with words, only action. His grip tightens as his thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles through the material. His other hand grips your hip, keeping you steady as his fingers play with you, nudging your swollen clit with the same practiced ease that has your breath hitching.

The sensation is maddening, the rough drag of the fabric against your sensitive skin making it impossible to think straight. Your legs part wider instinctively, inviting him to do more, to take what he wants. His fingers trace along your slit, running up and down your folds, gathering the wetness that has seeped through your shorts.

Just as you’re sure he’s going to pull your shorts down and give you what your body craves, Daniel surprises you. With a swift, rough motion, he yanks your shorts even tighter against your pussy, pulling the material harshly up between your lips. The pressure is immediate and intense, the fabric digging into your clit, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through you that rips a moan from your throat. Your body arches into his touch, completely at his mercy.

“Look at you,” he growls softly, his voice laced with a filthy edge. “So fucking desperate, you should’ve just walked in with your pussy out, ready for me.”

His grip still firm on the waistband, keeping the material taut against your cunt, while his other hand slides down, giving your pussy a light tap, making you gasp as the sharp sting of pleasure mixes with the aching need that’s building between your legs. The second and third time he brings his fingers down, it’s directed at your clit protruding through the tightened fabric, each gentle slap sending a fresh wave of heat coursing through you.

But just as quickly as it began, it’s over. Daniel steps back, his touch disappearing, leaving you panting, your body buzzing with unfulfilled desire. You glance over your shoulder, expecting him to continue, to fill your cunt—instead, he’s already walking back to his weights as if nothing happened.

The heat between your legs throbs, the feeling of his hands lingering long after he’s let go. You’re left hot and bothered, your pussy slick and swollen, but Daniel doesn’t seem to care. This is what he likes most about your arrangement — it’s not always about him using you to get off. No, sometimes it’s about watching you fall apart under his touch, teasing you until you’re aching for more and then forcing you to return to your mundane tasks as if nothing ever happened.

You finish your stretches, the lingering heat from Daniel’s touch burning in your skin, the wetness between your legs undeniable. Your shorts are already sticking to you, soaked from when his fingers slid over your slit. It’s hard to focus on anything else, but you need to move on, to pretend like you’re not dripping wet and aching for him to finish what he started.

Taking a deep breath, you walk over to the weights, setting yourself up for squats, your body instinctively falling into the rhythm of the workout. The bar rests heavy on your shoulders as you lower yourself, the strain of your muscles distracting you only for a moment from the throbbing between your legs.

You bite your lip, trying to concentrate, but the sensation is impossible to ignore, the fabric no longer doing anything to hide how turned on you are.

You can’t ignore Daniel’s presence, no matter how hard you try to focus on your workout. It’s like a thick, lustful cloud surrounding you, suffocating your concentration with every heavy breath he takes. Every grunt, every clink of metal as he lifts weights echoes through the gym over the music, making your core tighten with each sound. He had taken his shirt off now, sweat glistening over the hard planes of his chest, his muscles flexing with every movement.

You pretend to keep your focus, but you can feel it—the weight of his gaze burning into your skin. He’s watching you. Waiting.

You lower yourself again, your muscles quivering with the effort, but it’s not the workout that’s making your legs tremble. It’s the slick heat between your thighs, the way your soaked shorts cling to your skin, rubbing against your clit with every movement.

You feel his presence before you see him, the space between you shrinking as he steps closer. By the time you rise from your squat, Daniel is right in front of you, his eyes dark with intent. He doesn’t waste a second—his hands move instantly, cupping your tits through your sports bra as you try to finish your set. His fingers knead the sensitive flesh, thumbs brushing over your already hard nipples, making you gasp and falter under the weight of both the bar and his touch.

“You really think I’m going to let you finish this workout?” Daniel’s voice is low, husky, dripping with lust. “Not with the way you walked in here practically bare.”

Your breath hitches, legs shaking as his hands roam over your body. You try to maintain control, to focus on the bar resting on your shoulders, but the way Daniel’s fingers trace along your sides, slipping down to your waist, makes it impossible to concentrate. He’s everywhere, his touch overwhelming, possessive.

“Save your energy, baby,” he murmurs, leaning in close until his lips brush your ear. “You’re going to need it. You know I’m not stopping until you’re dripping in this fucking gym.”

His words send a fresh wave of heat surging through you, your cunt throbbing in response.

You shakily place the weight back into its spot, and as soon as your hands are free, they instinctively reach out to him, sliding over his sweat-slicked chest. The hard muscles beneath his skin flex under your palms, and you can’t help but bite your lip as you trace the lines of his abs, your mind already fogging with lust.

Daniel grabs your wrists, pulling you closer with a wicked grin, guiding you towards a workout bench. Your back meets the padded surface as he presses you down onto the bench. His hands move with purpose, pushing your thighs apart until you’re splayed open for him, your cunt visibly outlined by the damp fabric of your shorts.

Daniel’s fingers find the soaked material between your legs, pulling the fabric away from your dripping cunt, and pinching it until the wetness coats his fingertips.

His eyes darken as he looks at you. “Let’s make this easier, hmm?”

With a sudden, sharp motion, he tears the fabric right over your pussy, the sound of it ripping echoing through the gym now that his playlist had ended. The cool air hits your exposed, dripping cunt, making you shiver, but it’s Daniel’s fingers that make you gasp. He wastes no time, slipping two fingers between your folds, gathering your slickness as he drags them over your clit.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he whispers, his voice thick with lust as he circles your clit with slow, teasing strokes. His other hand slides up your body, pinching your nipple through your bra, sending a fresh wave of heat flooding your core. “You’re going to take whatever I give you, aren’t you? Right here, on this bench.”

Your body arches into his touch, legs spreading wider as you nod frantically, unable to form words. The thought of being taken right there, out in the open, dripping all over the equipment, makes your cunt throb with anticipation.

Daniel chuckles darkly, leaning down to nip at your ear as his fingers keep torturing your swollen clit. “Good girl. Now stay still, because I’m not stopping until you’re soaked in more than just sweat.”

In one fluid motion, Daniel pulls his cock out, thick and heavy in his hand, and the sight alone makes your walls clench in anticipation. He positions himself, the tip teasing the wetness between your folds, just barely brushing against your sensitive, slick skin. You’re so ready, your body practically begging for him, your pussy already pulsing with need as he slowly pushes into you. Inch by inch, he fills you through the hole in your torn shorts, stretching you in the most delicious way.

A guttural moan escapes you, your body trembling as he sinks deeper, the sensation of his cock sliding into your tight warmth overwhelming your senses. He doesn’t stop until he’s buried to the hilt, filling you completely, your walls hugging him snugly. For a moment, all you can feel is the way he fits so perfectly inside you, leaving you breathless and needy.

Daniel’s grip on your waist tightens, and he starts to move, his hips rolling into you with a slow but intense rhythm. Each thrust sends a shockwave of pleasure through you, driving deeper with every motion. His fingers find your swollen clit again, rubbing in circles that match the pace of his hips, the pressure building with each stroke.

You can feel yourself teetering on the edge, your moans growing desperate, your body arching off the bench as the pleasure coils tighter and tighter inside you. He holds your legs apart, his thrusts becoming more intense, more deliberate, each one hitting that perfect spot inside you. The tension builds, and you can feel it—you’re about to squirt.

He pulls out just before you lose control. He taps your soaked cunt with his cock, the sensation almost too much as he rubs your clit, coaxing the orgasm out of you.

Your body shudders violently, and you cry out as your juices gush from you, soaking his cock and thighs. He keeps rubbing your clit, pushing you to the edge of overstimulation, making you gush even more. The wetness pools beneath you, and just when you think you can’t take any more, he slides back inside you in one swift thrust.

The feeling of him filling you again, his cock sliding through your slickness, sends you spiraling. He doesn’t hold back now, each thrust harder and faster than the last. Your body trembles, on the brink of another orgasm as he pounds into you, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you with every stroke.

“Come on, cum for me,” Daniel growls, his voice strained as he drives deeper, feeling your walls flutter around him. “I wanna feel you cum all over my cock.”

You can’t hold back any longer. Your body tenses, and with a broken moan, you fall over the edge, your cunt clenching tight around him as your orgasm rips through you. The pleasure is blinding, waves of heat crashing over you as your body spasms uncontrollably beneath him.

With one last deep thrust, Daniel groans, his grip on your hips tightening as he fills you, his cock pulsing as he spills into you, the heat of his cum mixing with your own. He holds you there, completely still for a moment, his cock twitching inside you as you both come down from the high.

When Daniel finally pulls out, the sensation of emptiness makes you whimper, and almost immediately, his cum begins to leak from the torn hole in your shorts. The warmth of it drips down onto the padded surface beneath you, mixing with your own slickness. Your legs are still spread wide, your body trembling, utterly spent and exposed.

Daniel stands over you, his eyes roaming over your flushed skin, your trembling thighs, and the mess between your legs. A satisfied smirk curls his lips. “Guess you’re gonna need to change,” he says, his voice low and teasing, like this is all part of some game you didn’t realize you were playing.

Still catching your breath, you blink up at him, the haze of pleasure lingering in your mind. “Shit… I didn’t bring a change of clothes,” you manage to murmur, your heart racing at the realization.

Daniel’s eyes darken with amusement, and he shrugs, completely unfazed. “No worries,” he says, like it’s the most casual thing in the world. “You can walk home like that, shower later.”

Your eyes widen in disbelief, your pulse quickening at the thought of leaving like this, with a torn hole in your shorts and his cum leaking out of you. “You want me to walk home with my pussy out? You ripped my shorts, Daniel. I can’t walk around like this!”

He chuckles, stepping closer, his fingers tracing the edges of the torn fabric. “You were such a good girl for me, coming here without panties, knowing damn well how easy it’d be for me to get inside you. And now? Since you forgot a change of clothes, you’re gonna have to walk home like the little slut you are, with my cum leaking out of you and that hole in your shorts.”

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Your Online Vibe | Asteroid Webb (3041) Persona Chart Observations 🌐

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Webb Persona Chart Houses Explained (HOW TO READ):

1H -> This house shows how you present yourself online. It's the first impression people get of you. Think of it as the vibe of your profile pic, bio, and overall style. Your look, your personality, how you express yourself to the world.

2H -> Your online presence can be tied to material things, like what you showcase or sell online. It's also about how you value yourself in the digital space, your self-worth and how you monetize your brand.

3H -> This is all about communication and how you share your thoughts. Expect lots of tweets, posts, messages, or any form of verbal expression. Your presence is marked by your engagement and ability to communicate and ability to communicate clearly with your followers.

4H -> Your family, background, and home life can be reflected online. People might connect with you through your personal stories, family photos, or things that are dear to you. It shows how you connect with your roots and what makes you feel grounded.

5H -> The creative energy you share online whether it's art, fashion, music, or your romantic life. This house shows if you're the type to post creative projects, love stories, or just having fun with your followers. Influencer vibes all day.

6H -> Your work ethic, how you grind, and your daily routine online. People see how you hustle, the content you create regularly, and your behind-the-scenes life. It could also show if your social media is connected to your job or health habits.

7H -> This house is all about relationships, whether it's collaborations with brands, partners, or even business alliances. If you have WEBB here, expect joint ventures or a major focus on teamwork and public relationships.

8H -> You may show more intimate or transformational parts of your life online. This house can indicate you share deep secrets, money with partners, or transformative experiences. Your followers may feel a personal connection to your growth journey.

9H -> This is where your ideas, travel, adventures can be shared with the world. You're more likely to post about your spirituality, big ideas, or global travel experiences. Your content might include inspiration, growth, and exploration.

10H -> If you want to see fame, reputation, and career success, this house shows how you project yourself to the public. This is where you see professional growth and social media stardom. Instagram CEOS, TikTok Influencers, and anyone who makes their career on social media.

11H -> Your followers and community. This house shows how you connect with a larger network and how you grow through collaborations and support. If you have WEBB here, expect a lot of group-based content, collective energy, or group projects.

12H -> You may have a mysterious online presence, revealing things behind the scenes or deeper thoughts. There's a spiritual or subconscious energy to your content. People may not know the full you, but you'll create an air of mystique or share things that are intimate but not obvious.

Rising Sign = Your profile pic energy. First impression, Your aesthetic.

Sun = The core vibe of your online persona. Who you are when the timeline's watching.

Moon = The emotional vibe you give off online. People's parasocial bond with you.

MC = Your digital legacy. What people know you for. Your viral moments.

Venus = How you give pretty girl energy or aesthetic content. The visual slay.

Mars = How you clap back, thirst trap, or hustle online.

Mercury = Your caption style, tweets, & content voice.

Jupiter = Your online blessings. The followers, the clout, the reach.

Saturn = What you got to stay consistent with to pop off.

Uranus = Your weirdo/innovator era. Going viral for being different.

Neptune = The filter. The illusion. Your curated fantasy.

Pluto = The online chokehold you have on people. Or the drama you stir.

North Node = What you're destined to become known for online.

Fama = Sprinkles on top - your fame potential in the digital world.

WEBB Asteroid = The internet alter ego; your virtual twin.

Now, let's get into the WEBB Asteroid in the Signs in this chart:

🌐WEBB in Aries -> They're the trendsetter, always first to post, always the first to clap back. Self-promotion game strong. Watch them go viral.

🌐WEBB in Taurus -> Clean, soft luxe aesthetic. Might not post daily but when you do, it's giving Pinterest baddie meets rich auntie. Slow and steady glow up. Consistency over clout.

🌐WEBB in Gemini -> Content machine. This person's always online, always posting 24/7 with no chill. Expect a lot of memes, stories, and opinions. Engagement level: HIGH.

🌐WEBB in Cancer -> Emo but iconic, People feel close to you. Online diary energy. You give safe space, vulnerable tea, and soft girl/boy magic. Followers feel like fam.

🌐WEBB in Leo -> This person needs that spotlight. Expect them to thrive on attention, likes, and comments. They're always serving face.

🌐WEBB in Virgo -> Organized content with a strong focus on education or helpful tips. Expect to see a ton of "how-to" posts, in depth captions, and a lot of clean aesthetic. They know how to get that engagement through expertise.

🌐WEBB in Libra -> They're all about aesthetics; your go-to person for creating that perfect feed or viral group photos. Relationships and collaborations are their thing. They blow up with charm.

🌐WEBB in Scorpio -> They're mysterious AF online. Posting deep, mysterious content with the occasional cryptic captions. Influence through intensity, not quantity. Lowkey obsessed with engagement.

🌐WEBB in Sagittarius -> Travel content, big ideas, and straight up good vibes. They'll post the next best vacay or spiritual journey. Followers get those "inspo vibes".

🌐WEBB in Capricorn -> Strategic content, calculated posts. They're building an empire, not just looking for likes. Professional, steady growth is their online vibe.

🌐WEBB in Aquarius -> They're the innovators. Think tech, activism, and progressive vibes. They'll have the coolest online presence; always pushing boundaries and getting ahead of trends.

🌐WEBB in Pisces -> Soft, dreamy, aesthetic queen. People project fantasies onto you. Might give fairy, muse, spiritual goddess online. You post like you live in a Tumblr collage.

Next, let's look at WEBB in Houses in this chart:

1H -> Your online persona is literally YOU. How do you present yourself to the world on the gram? Are you serving face or aesthetic vibes?

2H -> You make social media look expensive. You attract $$ just from being online. Monetizable energy. "Pay me to post" realness.

3H -> You're online for the conversation. Expect lots of thought-provoking posts, debates, and a lot of engagement through chatting.

4H -> People feel close to you. Cozy, real, nostalgic online presence. You could post a blurry pic, and it'd still go viral off vibes alone.

5H -> Your online presence screams fun, drama, and creativity. Influencer vibes who love attention and being the life of the party. Think viral TikToks.

6H -> You treat content like your 9-5. You're that consistent queen who shows up, shows out, and makes posting a ritual. You're building a digital empire.

7H -> Your online energy comes from collaborations. You shine when you work with others or do things with groups. Expect group photos or collab content.

8H -> Mystique. Intensity. Online slay that either seduces, transforms, or intimidates. You don't post often but when you do; minds are blown. Could be spiritual, sexy, or rich af.

9H -> You'll have a global following, and your posts will be expansive. Think travel, philosophy, and culture. Think of that one influencer who's always somewhere new.

10H -> Fame energy. This placement is about making it big online. Your work and presence is meant to be seen publicly. You're probably on the path to becoming a social media sensation.

11H -> You get famous through your followers, tribe or networking. Expect a following that feels like a community. Social media success is in the people you connect with.

12H -> Your online presence may be mysterious or even spiritual. You might prefer to keep a low profile or only share bits of your life, but when you do, it hits deep.

Some Random Placements:

Webb conjunct Sun: you shine online and are known for your personality. People flock to you because you radiate and your content is all about being seen. The more you own your authenticity, the more you rise to fame.

Webb conjunct Moon: You create an emotional connection with your audience. Your followers feel close to you, like they know your deepest thoughts. Expect to share things that feel real, personal, or vulnerable and it’s what makes you relatable.

Webb sextile Mercury: Your communication is on point. Your words and content are engaging, funny, and straight to the heart of what people want to hear. You're a natural at getting your message out and having people connect to it. Viral content is your lane.

Webb square Venus: You might struggle with finding a balance between being loved and showing your worth online. You may need to work through self-esteem issues in public spaces or feel torn between showing the real you and what’s expected. When you do, it’s powerful.

Webb trine Mars: You are a go-getter. Your energy is contagious. You put out content like there’s no tomorrow. You’re quick with updates, passionate in your posts, and probably have an active online following that feeds off your enthusiasm.

Webb trine Jupiter: You have the luck and expansion factor in your favor. You’ve got an audience that grows exponentially because of your optimism, generosity, and big personality. People are drawn to your inspiration, and everything you put out has the potential to blow up.

Webb opposite Saturn: There’s some serious tension between how you want to be seen online and how others might perceive you. You might find that your fame comes with responsibility, or you're tested through delays or obstacles that slow you down. When you push through, it’s even more rewarding.

Webb trine Uranus: You’re a trendsetter. Your online persona is fresh, innovative, and always ahead of the curve. Expect to disrupt the digital space with new, unconventional content. You’re the person others are looking to for inspiration and shock value.

Webb square Neptune: You may face confusion or misrepresentation online. People might not always understand you or you could come off as mysterious. Expectations might not always match the reality of your content, but if you channel your creativity, it can work out.

Webb sextile Pluto: Your online presence has a magnetic quality. When you put content out, it has the power to transform your audience. You’re all about tapping into the depths and the power of your followers, making them feel something deep.

Webb opposite Chiron: Online, you may have moments where you feel vulnerable or triggered. People could see your healing process unfold in real-time. But these moments are what make you real and authentic, and you may connect with others who have similar wounds.

Webb square MC: You might face challenges or conflicts between your public persona and your goals. There could be a lot of trial and error in finding what works for your career and fame online, but once you break through it'll be worth the struggle.

I KNOW you want some MORE.. Lucky I love you but only a FEW (I'm tired GOT DAMMIT):

Sun conjunct Mercury: You have a sharp mind and a clear voice that people listen to. The way you communicate is aligned with your identity and when you talk online or share content, it feels authentic and to the point. This placement gives you the ability to express yourself efficiently and beautifully, and you can gain a following just from your opinions, thoughts, or even your sense of humor. Expect to be engaging and dynamic in your online presence.

North Node in Aries: You’re here to be bold, independent, and assertive online. Step up and take charge of your own content without waiting for approval from others.

Moon square Mars: There’s a conflict between your emotions and drive. You may feel emotionally fired up and react quickly to situations, especially online. This aspect can make you come off as intense, with bold opinions or responses. While it can ignite passion, it can also lead to moments of outbursts or online drama. Managing your emotions effectively is key.

NN in Gemini: You’re here to grow by being curious, social, and dynamic. Your online presence thrives when you engage in conversation and spread knowledge in varied ways.

Venus conjunct Pluto: You attract people with your intense, magnetic energy. There’s a depth to your aesthetic or how you express love or beauty online. You might find that your followers are drawn to you on a deep emotional level, making them feel transformed by your content. This aspect can make you irresistible and can help you build a strong online following based on personal connection.

NN in Leo 10th House: Your online mission is to shine brightly in the public eye. You’re meant to build a brand that’s not just successful but also fun, authentic, and centered around creativity. Embrace being a leader and a trendsetter. You’re supposed to put your true self in the spotlight, so the world can see your light. Don’t shy away from showing your authenticity, even if it feels scary at first.

Mars sextile Jupiter: You’re an action taker with good fortune on your side. When you put in the work, luck follows. Whether it’s posting at the right time or finding the perfect brand collaboration, this aspect brings growth and expansion to your online efforts. People are naturally drawn to your dynamic energy, and opportunities will often come your way without much struggle.

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LOSS OF MY LIFE

formula one x horror actor!reader

request: I'm hoping this is thw right way to ask for requests but we live and learn ig. Anyway what about how the drivers would react to reader being in some sort of horror film and they end up dying?

summary: your boyfriend reacts to your death in a movie.

warnings: mild descriptions of death and gore, swearing, i think that's it?

contains: charles leclerc, gabriel bortoleto, + ollie bearman

word count: 552

charles leclerc:

he had been so incredibly excited to see your movie. you had warned him several dozen times that it was a horror movie and not a tame one. he didn't listen, of course, and decided it was a better idea to watch it when he was alone. at night. in a hotel room he was not familiar with.

… needless to say, you weren't exactly surprised when you woke up to your phone ringing. even less surprising was hearing charles sniffling and begging you to get a flight out because he's just seen you die a very gruesome death in the movie and now he desperately needs cuddles. he's definitely got a collection of stuffed animals he uses when he needs comfort but you're not available, and his favourite is a floppy bunny. charles is holding onto that bunny like his life depends on it after watching your movie.

you end up having to call one of the other drivers and ask them to keep him company until you get there. when you do, expect to be within arm's reach of your boyfriend at all times.

gabriel bortoleto:

he's actually kind of offended that the writers had the audacity to kill you off. the second he realizes what's about to happen he'll start angrily ranting about "how dare they!!" and all that.

then he sees you covered in the (fake) blood and you're so clearly pissed off even though you're dying and he just … slowly … trails off … until he's just staring at the screen. he doesn't even respond when you poke his arm to see if he's okay. all that's going through his head is holy fuck you look hot when you're angry and covered in blood—

it takes you a little while to realise what's actually going on, and you gotta just kinda keep poking and teasing him until he breaks out of it. let's just say if you wanna go all out for halloween there … gabi's definitely on board.

ollie bearman:

i actually think he really likes horror movies even though they give him nightmares? ollie loves them and finds them so interesting and even though he's so tense the whole time he just … he loves them! so when he finds out that you're gonna be in a horror movie?

he is so excited.

ollie makes a whole night of it. he'll order food from your favourite restaurant, set up a lil blanket fort for the two of you, make sure you know that he'll be extra jumpy that night, and then get your movie set up on his laptop. he can't watch horror movies on big screen because the detail makes it too scary for him. so you'll just have to get used to watching things on a laptop screen, sorry.

finally he gets to cuddle up to you and he's so excited to watch your movie!! he gets most of the way through before your character gets killed off and ollie … he just shuts his computer immediately.

the whole rest of the night is just spent assuring your boyfriend that you're fine, you're not upset about your character's ending, and also that yes, all of the actual horror bits in the movie were fake. then—and only then—will he start talking about the actual quality of the movie and praising your acting.

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[emisluvr]

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it’s nearly 6 a.m., the sun’s barely up, and heeseung woke up next to you with his cock throbbing—hard, aching, desperate to feel you in any way possible. he looks over at you, seeing you in his shirt, just a little too big for you, and your white lace panties. gosh, he just wants to ruin you.

he gently wakes you up, peppering soft kisses along your jaw and cheek, his hand sneaking between your thighs, resting close to your clothed pussy. "just wanna feel you, baby… just a little, please." he mumbles, his voice low and soft against your neck, waking you up.

you give him a soft nod, still half asleep, too tired to speak. his arms snake around your waist and thigh, helping you straddle his lap as you rest your head on his shoulder. his finger hooks onto the waistband of your panties, pulling them to the side, exposing your pussy to the cool air, making you shiver slightly.

his fingers take a moment to trace up and down your folds, collecting the slick before sliding two fingers inside you, earning a soft whimper from your lips at the sudden stretch. he groans just from how tight and warm you feel, starting to curl his fingers into your g-spot, only to pull them out halfway and repeat.

the sensation sends heat straight to your core. your fingers grip the fabric of his shirt as your breath hitches, a moan escaping your lips when his fingers pick up pace, sliding in deeper, hitting your sweet spot.

"i know.. just let me take care of you, princess," he says, one hand resting on your hip, the other keeping you just where he wants you—his fingers ruining you.

the faster his fingers slide in, the louder the squelching sounds of your pussy fill the room. you're getting tighter—your walls clenching around his fingers as the pressure builds in your stomach, bringing you closer to your high. he watches the way your soft moans spill out, how you squeeze around him. he knows you're close.

"cum for me, baby, please… wanna feel you soak my fingers." he whispers, thrusting his fingers faster into you, making sure to brush over your g-spot again and again until you finally come apart on his fingers, your slick spilling onto his digits. he groans, "that’s it, good girl."

your grip on his shirt loosens as your breathing slows down, coming down from your high. his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you close, your body still trembling in his arms.

he turns your face toward him, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, his voice barely a whisper. "i love you so much." he says, watching the way your cheeks flush and your smile spreads uncontrollably, like he didn’t just ruin you.

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[theside-b]

1 ¾ cups of cuteness + 2 tablespoons of good humor

SUGAR DOG LIFE • シュガードッグライフ (2024)

[jxwl4k]

Can I make a req where in that truth or drink game reader gets asked who they’d have to date among the boys and ofc decides to drink instead but later when asked by the girls she tells them “Ig Bakugo” but he likes her and overheard? Thank youu!!

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☘︎ . . . genre. fluff

☘︎ . . . pairings. bakugou x reader

☘︎ . . . requested? yes by anon

⤿ class 1-A decided to play truth or drink.

It started as a harmless game. A little Truth or Drink among Class 1-A in the common room, someone playing music off their phone, and a few borrowed drinks from the teachers’ stash (with Aizawa’s very tired permission and warning “Don’t be stupid.”)

You were curled up between Mina and Jirou on the couch, sipping your drink slowly, already nervous about what kind of chaos this game would bring.

“Alright!” Kaminari grinned, clearly too excited for drama. “YN, your turn!”

You groaned. “Okay, okay.”

“Out of all the guys in our class,” he said with the fakest innocent smile, “who would you have to date if you had no choice?”

The room collectively went “Ooooh,” and you were pretty sure even Bakugou glanced over from his seat on the floor, where he sat with his arms crossed, pretending not to care.

You blinked. Then reached for your cup and downed the drink in one go.

The group erupted in noise.

“No way!” Mina gasped. “You totally have someone in mind!”

“Why not answer?” Sero teased.

But you just shrugged and laughed it off. “Too dangerous of a question.”

The night carried on, the game continued, and eventually, the group split off. Kaminari challenged Kirishima to an arm-wrestling match, half the class migrated to the kitchen, and Bakugou disappeared probably to escape the noise.

You thought nothing of it until later, when it was just you, Mina, Jirou, and Uraraka left chatting in your room, lying across the beds and sharing candy.

Mina grinned at you. “Okay, now that it’s just us, who would you have picked? C’mon, girl talk.”

You hesitated, chewing on a gummy. Then you sighed. “I guess… Bakugou.”

There was a beat of silence.

Uraraka raised a brow. “Really?”

Jirou smiled. “Huh. I wouldn’t have guessed, but I kinda see it.”

You shrugged, cheeks a little warm. “He’s… intense, yeah. But he’s strong, and honest. I like that. Even if he’d probably explode if he heard me say it.”

What you didn’t know what none of you realized was that Bakugou was standing just outside the cracked door, arms full of the snacks he left behind earlier. He had paused when he heard his name, and now he stood frozen, completely still.

His ears were pink.

He dropped one of the chips.

“Shit.”

The girls turned to the door instantly.

You did too and locked eyes with him.

His eyes were wide for a split second. Then they narrowed like he was trying to hide something, mask it with his usual scowl. “You got crap taste,” he muttered as he stormed off down the hall.

Mina’s mouth fell open. “Wait… was he eavesdropping?!”

But you were frozen, heart pounding, eyes still on the door he had disappeared behind.

Because for a split second, right before he turned, you saw something different in his eyes.

Not anger.

Just surprise.

And maybe a little hope.

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[https-papaya]

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PAIRINGS: max verstappen x reader

SUMMARY: max can never quite resist his girlfriend, even when she has a bit of a habit of collecting strays.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: firstly, thank you so much for the amazing response to tangerine summer!!! i was really nervous to post it, so all of the love its received so far has been incredible. please enjoy, and feel free to come say hi!

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[lxdymoon0357]

Hi i hope your doing great . Would you please do a yandere kael ( from for my derelict favorite ) and keneth esbande (from miss not so sidekick ) x runaway bride reader (sepeeately)? Like reader runs away at their wedding night but gets captured by them? Thank you❤

(Thank you so much for this request!! Warnings: bounds, gagging, kidnapping, beating, abuse, runaway bride, fem!reader, drugging, mentions of dub-con sex, yandere content)

© Writing belongs to me, Lxdymoon0357. Do not plagiarize, but reblogging, liking and commenting is deeply appreciated.

oh, don't run away, pretty bride!

Caelus of Vrandt

Uros silently brushed your hair, as you struggled against the many ropes, the binds digging in your skin as you cried against the cloth gag shoved in your mouth..It wasn't your finest moment, trying to run away—

"And would you look at that! Fits like a glove!~" the head maid hummed in delight, fitting you in your wedding dress, tightening the corset to the point of making it unbreathable.

But you put up a smile, nodding. "It is." you said, though tone a bit stiff, the maids ignored it as they all continued to work around and look for multiple jewelleries to fit it!

You hummed, as a few young maids started doing your hair and when all was set and done! The head maid winked, leaving you to collect yourself a few minutes, right before the ceremony started as you beamed at her.

Uros smiled, seeing he head maid walk out as he pat Caelus who had a rare smile on her lips. Diana and Helios itting a few feet away with smiles on their faces. Caelus took in a breath, panic but xcitement in his chest as the tune for your ntrance began and played..

Of-course, the tune continued is perfect symphony that was supposed to be this marriage, until—

"...Where is she..?" Uros whispered to the head maid who shook her head, Uros immediately took to find you, opening the door to find you—

..Nothing.

Oh shit.

You tried your best, picking up the dress and running as fast as you could outside, onto the streets. Ignoring the hushed whispers, or the weird looks, hoping your feet could carry you as far as possible..with the trouble of the wedding dress.

Your feet burnt and every one in a while, a pebble pierced the skin, but your legs carried you further because these pebbles could give you the freedom you'd never received again.

The soft jingling of jewellery, as you ran while trying to unclip the lacy, bejeweled veil to reduce some weight, pulling some hair strands in the process but removing it successfully as you shoved it behind a random shop where most wouldn't think to find..

"Just how many times?!" Caelus hissed in annoyance, rubbing his forehead.

While Uros continued to brush your hair, "Do you have any idea how you tarnished the name of Vrandt house?" Uros asked, in a tone serious enough to send chills down Caelus' back. But Uros was more concerned for you.

Your chek stung with bruises and a previous slap, as Caelus grabbed your shoulders, his hand and finger tips pushing in an awkward angle making it sting and your bones bend nearly.

"My love, how far did you think you'd run?" he hissed, his fingers digging deeper as you hissed, trying to struggle out in fear...Seeing that, Caelus tried to gently hold your cheek as you flinched back, making him stamer a bit,

"You know I was just mad, I'm sorry for hitting you.." he whispered, gently wiping your tears and stroking the stinging bruises which the head maid began to cover with concealer, "We're getting married love..I know you love me..I love you too!"

Kenneth Esbande

Standing at the altar, you put on your smile, nodding to whatever the priest said as Kenneth smiled down at you, you felt your chest suffocating you..the wedding bells a bit too haunting—

"Do you take Kenneth Esbande as your lawfully, faithful husband?"

"I-...I...I can't do this! NO!" you huffed, no idea what fueled the confidence as you threw the bouquet in the nearest guard's face and began running down the aisle, purposely pushing the empty seats, since this was only supposed to be a solitaire event.

Pushing another chair onto a guard, you began running down, letting your feet take you as far as they could and as fast as they could in the heels, even with Kenneth yelling your name—

Tripping a few times in your dress, you egan holding it up awkwardly, not minding the look for in fear of your life, you removed your tiara and threw it off somewhere, scoffing. yes blurring in fear and tears, ribs paining from the tight clothes and from the drink you had earlier to wash away the horror.

Running in random alleys— here and there— to lose the guards, and you did for a long while, running anywhere you could to get away throwing whatever you got in your hand to escape.

Sighing, you slowed for a bit when you were far enough in some alley.. stupid choice, but you nearly fell over and noticed your foot bleeding, but you didn't feel it from the adrenaline.

You were slightly panting as you removed your heels, your veil and unclip the drain from the heavy dress..which relived a lot of tension, hiding from Kenneth was no easy feat...

You wiped your eyes, teared up and your chest pressing down on your lungs..air forced out as you tried to hide your pants, as you leaned against the wall—

"Do you need help..?" a man's voice asked softly..You shook your head, eyes too blurred and hazed over, stomach paining..you couldn't tell if it was from alcohol or something happened...

Your knees buckled, sliding down, as you looked up to meet the man's eyes.. Feeling your limbs give you away..your eyes glazing over to blur the man's image, as mindlessly reachd out to him, "Oh don't worry..I'll keep you safe."

Taking a breath, you nearly screamed feeling your ribs crashing down, as the man roughly forced you down, your cheek pressing against the dirty ground—

"but some manners are due..No?"

Kenneth softly shushed you, "I know..I'm sorry, too rough?" he asked, though cold and emotionless as always..his voice held slight warmth as you cried into his chest.

Your wrists still bound, and mouth reddened with bruises as you nodded, sniffling softly..your mouth refused to speak with him now, body absolutely battered and paining from the events that took place before he forced you to get married.

"I know..Shh. I'll make it all better. Don't think of doing that again, got it? I did this for our own good..My darling wife!~"

[guliexe]

—BF!HAMZAH HEADCANONS

sfw & nsfw

A/N: very quick and badly written, just wanted to post something small until i finish the hamzah fic

SFW

- hamzah is very shy when you first start dating since you had been friends for some time before he asked you out.

- loves physical affection but gets flustered. he loves holding hands and cuddling but gets super shy about initiating it.

- blushes when you compliment him. he doesn’t know how to handle it and just kind of mumbles a “thanks” while avoiding eye contact.

- he secretly collects little things that remind him of you—like ticket stubs, notes, or even pressed flowers.

- get jealous but tries to hide it. If someone else flirts with you, he’ll just quietly wrap an arm around your waist, his ears a little red.

- late-night deep talks. he’s not much of a talker during the day, but once it’s late and quiet, he opens up about his dreams and worries, stroking your hair on the couch with a blunt in his fingers.

- he definitely spoils you. he has the money for it after all. even if you don’t like him spending so much money on you, he’s gonna keep doing it because he loves you.

- loves seeing you in his clothes. he’ll act nonchalant, but internally, he loves it when he sees you wearing his hoodie or shirt.

- he starts including you in the videos more often, mainly to play the sims 4, and the fans love your relationship.

- he always mentions you in his podcast at the most random times.

- when time passes, and he gets more comfortable, he’s more physical with you. his hands are always on your thighs and waist, and he loves kissing your neck.

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- when you’re lounging together, he’ll tug you onto his lap without a word, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck.

- “i want you”

- he’s definitely a munch. he loves the way you squirm under his grip when he eats your soaking pussy and his fingers pump in and out of you.

- you love riding his thighs. when he’s focused on work, editing videos on his computer, being too busy to touch you, you whine in his ear, begging him to give you some attention.

- “so pathetic, getting off on my thigh, can’t fucking wait for me to finish working, hm?”

- your panties pulled to the side, a wet spot forming on his shorts as you grind your clit on his thigh.

- when it comes to sex, he takes his time with you. he teases you and makes you wait for him to fuck you.

- unless you’re both so horny that you can’t keep your hands off of eachother.

- he’s always the dominant one, but he won’t admit that he likes it when you’re in charge sometimes.

- he likes being rough, bossing you around and praising you as he fucks your tight hole.

- “fuck, you’re takin me so well, baby”

- you always make him hard in the worst places.

- having to leave martin and mandy’s place earlier so he can fuck you, because you moved a little too much when sitting on his lap in the living room.

- when he’s too tired, he prefers cowgirl. he loves watching you bounce on his dick, sweat on your face, hair messy, his thumb rubbing lazily on your clit as you do all the work for him.

- he cums everywhere on you. he loves messing you up with his liquid. On your face, tits, stomach, and especially inside you, watching it leak out of you.

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[dreaamdiary]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 giving chris a sneak peak at a new collection and ending up like this (twt link)

“so, what do we think?” you spoke with a gentle murmur while studying yourself in the mirror, wearing a new set you were thinking about dropping this month. with chris right behind you, crouched down to your height and chin pressed in your shoulder.

“damn—”

was all he could manage to breathe out in response. he just stood their drinking in the view of your body decorated with a bunch of frail and pink ribbon like a present wrapped up for him.

his big hands laid gently on your hips and his fingers fiddled with the sliver of exposed skin dangerously low on your waist.

“y’look so fuckin’ pretty, like cotton candy or some shit.” he mumbled while you let his hands snake lower and lower till they reached your ass. his eyes followed his hands earning a low groan, tilting his head back like he physically couldn’t handle what’s before him.

“this shit not fair.”

you looked to his eyes with a teasing glare “i know you wish your ass was fat like mine, boy.”

chris kisses teeth and looks somewhere off to the side, trying not to crack a smile. “nah, y’know what i’m talking bout’, wanna act like you not tryna fuck but come in front me with your ass all out n’ expect me not to wanna fuck you.”

you rolled your eyes but the very faint blush on your cheeks showed a different story. “i—shut up, don’t even know what you’re talking about right now.”

he smirked watching the way you fidgeted with the material clinging to your skin through the mirror. “your a bad liar, ma.”

sighing and closing your eyes you changed the topic. “i asked what you thought.”

“i told you, you look good, i wanna fuck, cmon s’nobody here anyway” his head slipped in the crook of your shoulder before starting his assault on your neck. “i think we should test out the material too, yeah?”

“boy, i’m not letting you fuck me, especially at my place of work.”

he kissed his teeth again, sending tickles of vibrations through your neck before he went back to kissing you, head to shoulders. your body betrayed you once he got to a specific spot near your ear. your moans were like music to his ears, truly a satisfying sound to him only made him want to see how far he could go.

“see…talk all that shit, yet i got ya’ all on me,” he muttered in your ear and pressed his body to your backside. you felt his growing bulge poke the exposed part of your ass and you felt his heart beating on your back, making your knees go weak.

“y’feel that sweetheart— what you do to me, at least let me get a better look at you baby.”

chris now had your back laid out on the sofa in your studio as he hovered over you, clothed bulge bucking through your thin fabric. his hands rubbed from your abdomen to tits and the pads of his thumbs finding your nipples.

your embarrassingly wet, it being evident in your clothes and you had a nice ass view just inches away from you face, grinding his dick on you while he called you pretty. you weren’t the type of girl who gave it up easy but you had to admit that this shit was kinda fun.

you trembled, “this never happened.”

“what every y’say gorgeous.”

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[shotosjupiter]

BACK TO THE KITTY 'CAUSE SHE'S KINDA PRETTY!

— jjk men and what kind of pet cat they'd have. fluffy and gn! reader <3 this audio was stuck in my head so i decided to make it the title </3

𖤐 GOJO spoils his little tuxedo cat horrendously. this man has money and he ensures that half of it is going to his lavish cat's lifestyle and the other half to you. he loooves his cat dearly and he makes you come with him to go shopping for her! he values your opinion deeply from the food choices down to what new cat tower he should get.

a silly thing he enjoys is matching outfits! he'll have his cat wearing a bandana that is the same color as his shirt. he'll ask you to do a subtle matching couples outfit - the same color scheme and once you're all dressed he'll insist on taking many pictures together. "it's a family photo, angel! we're all matching, isn't that cute?" (he ends up making it his lockscreen for his phone for ages).

𖤐 CHOSO's orange cat balances his energy out perfectly. for someone whose more on the calm and collected side, his cat brings out the more outgoing and silly side of him. his cat is constantly doing something that has choso running out of his seat to go save his precious cat. once it was preventing his kitty from diving straight into a cup of matcha and another time it was prying his cat off the ceiling fan.

a big sign in your relationship is when he invites you to his apartment and introduces you to his cat! he loves his pet dearly and knowing that his cat approves of you means the world to him. when he sees his cat purring and rubbing it's head on your legs, choso smiles and feels his heart melt. he knows you're the one.

𖤐 NANAMI would have a distinguished little tabby cat. she's more of an elderly cat but nanami doesn't mind because it means peaceful mornings for everyone involved. one time, when you were sleeping over at his place early in your relationship, you woke up to a thump and a weight on your chest. what is it? it's nanami's cat sat right on your stomach, all comfortable like it's her birth right. she's kneading into your skin and purring in approval.

nanami, coming from the kitchen, visibly softens at the sight of you in his bed all warm, and his cat cuddling into you. he kisses your forehead in greeting, whispering good morning. he feels his heart race as he realizes, this is a sight he wants to see for the rest of his life.

𖤐 GETO had originally gotten a cat because nanako and mimiko had begged for one. he was definitely one of those people that insisted that he didn't want a cat and had put up a big fight against. cut to five months later and here he is spoon feeding his pretty tortoiseshell cat tuna treats.

for him, when he sees you interact with the girls and sees how gentle you are he's already smitten with you. on top of it, when he sees you gently petting the family cat, he all but melts into the floor. he adores the way you treat his family and it's the biggest green flag to him. he immediately wants to make you a part of his family.

𖤐 TOJI did not mean to adopt a cat. he really didn't, he has enough on his plate! the stray cat just followed me home, or so he says. he has a nonchalant attitude about his boy cat, as if he couldn't care less but really you'll find him in the pet store aisles reading through ingredients to make sure the food he's buying really is safe and healthy.

he'll laugh and laugh when you come over and you get jumped by his black cat as it tries to play with you. his cat is definitely a bit of a biter, so beware of that. regardless, toji will watch as you play with his stray-not-stray cat and feel a sense of home unfurl in his chest. he won't say anything but he'll have a wide smile on his face and he'll take the both of you in his arms, peppering kisses everywhere he can.

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