thatblvckboyy

[thatblvckboyy]

Do u see it

[thatblvckboyy]

# ♱ I STILL LOVE YOU. [RICKY - ZEROBASEONE]

SUMMARY: M/n reconnects with a friend

WORD COUNT: 1.282k

NOTES: This is a reupload !

WARNINGS: This writing contains explicit sexual content and mature themes.

The deserted streets mirrored the hollowness M/n felt inside. He weaved his motorcycle through the dimly lit alley, its hum the only sound against the late-night silence. There, huddled in a shadowed corner, was his reason for being out: Shen Quanrui. M/n had thought their late-night meetings would fade with Quanrui's debut. He'd been right – until the idol's tearful call confessing a grave mistake.

M/N dismounted, the thud of his boots echoing. He pushed back his hair as he approached the blonde, who sat slumped against the wall, arms wrapped around his knees.

"I'm here," M/N murmured, his voice barely a whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against Quanrui's head in a comforting caress.

A beat of silence stretched before Quanrui lifted his head, his eyes red-rimmed and puffy. "You… you came?" His voice cracked, barely audible.

M/N offered a low hum, a sound that spoke volumes without words.

The faint scent of something sweet, almost syrupy, hung in the air as Quan leaned into M/n's touch. "Of course you're here," he slurred, a pitiful smile twisting his usually bratty lips.

M/n chuckled softly, concern lacing the sound. He pulled Quan into a warm embrace. "Mmm, my little prince, you such a crybaby."

Quan swatted playfully at M/n's shoulder, his grip tightening on the denim jacket. "Shut up, don't tease me." He pulled back, a pout forming on his face as he took a long look at M/n. This face. It had been a while.

This was the face he'd seen every day since middle school. The face that went through every emotion – disgust, annoyance, exhaustion, even heartbreak when they'd said their goodbyes, M/n swallowing his own dreams to support Quan's idol journey.

M/n had always been quiet, content to exist on the periphery. He wouldn't argue, wouldn't fight. If someone said they were leaving, that was it. End of story.

He'd even considered Boys Planet, following in Quan's footsteps. But singing hadn't held the same pull as the worn keys of a piano. He doubted he'd have the talent to win anyway.

So, he and his aunt relocated to Korea, opening a jazz bar instead. M/n played and tended bar, keeping a watchful eye on Boys Planet and, of course, Quan's debut with Zerobaseone.

"Let's get you out of this alley, hm?" M/n suggested, his voice gentle. "Auntie's bar is close. She’d be very happy to see you. Good?"

Quan nodded, a flicker of curiosity replacing the earlier pout. He took M/n's hand, the familiar warmth a grounding force. "Since when did Auntie own a bar?" His voice was raspy, a telltale sign of the night's events.

"You've missed a lot, Mr. Planet," M/n replied a hint of amusement in his voice.

The air crackled with a mix of nervous energy and relief as M/n's aunt descended the stairs. "Oh my gosh! My Riri, when did you get so grown up!" she exclaimed, enveloping Quan in a hug that threatened to suffocate him.

As expected, his aunt launched into a tirade of gossip and praise, gushing about Quan's performances on the survival show. M/n watched from the side, a strange furrow in his brow. Quan, usually poised and confident, seemed strangely childish. He fidgetted on the bar stool like a kid in a candy store, a stark contrast to his usual aura.

Taking a closer look, M/n noticed a series of subtle changes. Quan's skin seemed to have an unnatural glow under the dim bar lights. He sat tall, a far cry from his former awkwardness. Most striking was his face – the once chubby cheeks had morphed into a sharper, almost sculpted perfection.

He was… different.

Aunt Fei finally seemed to tire herself out. "Ah, it's good catching up with you, Riri," she wheezed, gesturing dramatically to the bags beneath her eyes. "But this old lady needs some beauty sleep. Look at these bags! They could hold all the liquor in this place."

Quan chuckled, playing along. "Auntie, you're beautiful already, really. But get some good sleep!"

"Mmm, and nephew!" she called out as she made her way to the back stairs. "Make sure I see him in the morning, okay? Don't snatch him up before I make breakfast!"

Annoyance flickered across M/n's face. "Mm, I will. Go upstairs, go, go," he rushed, wanting to shut off his aunt's tipsy rambling.

Quan giggled softly. "She's the same, that's a relief." He set his elbows on the counter, a flicker of sadness crossing his eyes.

M/n moved behind the bar, tossing his empty bottle in the trash. "Some people don't like much change. It can be… unsettling."

Quan nodded, his heart sinking a little. M/n's words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. A question lingered unspoken – was Quan's change a positive one?

"Are you staying the night?" M/n asked, his voice neutral. "Auntie prepped my room for you."

The air hung heavy with unspoken questions as Quan tilted his head, a confused frown replacing the remnants of his earlier amusement. "Made up your room? You don't stay here?"

M/n shook his head, a hint of sheepishness coloring his features. "Moved out a few weeks ago. I got that Wake One job, remember? Vocal coach for their trainees?"

A flicker of recognition washed over Quan's face. "Right, right. That one." He took a sip of his coffee, the clink of the glass against his teeth betraying a sudden nervousness. "Extra cash, you said."

"Yeah," M/n mumbled, running a hand through his hair. "Figured it wouldn't hurt. Besides, it's good experience."

Silence settled between them, thick and uncomfortable. Quan seemed to shrink into the bar stool, his shoulders slumping. The confident idol M/n had braced himself for was gone, replaced by the small, helpless-looking boy from the alley.

"Oh," Quan finally said, his voice barely a whisper. "So, how's the… the idol life? You dreamed of it for so long, I just-"

He trailed off, his eyes downcast. M/n opened his mouth to speak, to offer some words of encouragement, but the question that tumbled out of Quan caught him completely off guard.

"Do you still love me?"

The words hung in the air, heavy and unexpected. M/n felt a hollowness in his chest, a vast emptiness that seemed to echo the emptiness of the bar before it filled with customers. He parted his lips, words forming and then dissolving on his tongue.

"What?" he finally managed, the question barely audible.

Quan's cheeks flushed a faint pink. "I said," he repeated, hesitantly, "do you still love me? Like… you know, like you said when I left."

M/n turned, leaning his back against the smooth wood of the bar. He bit his lip, the memory of that day vivid in his mind. It had been his most vulnerable moment, a raw outpouring of emotion as Quan stood on the precipice of his idol dreams. And he had said it. He had confessed his love, a declaration that hung heavy in the air now, two years later.

It wasn't a lie. Not then, not now. He had spent those two years carrying that love, a silent ember burning in his chest. He had moved to a new country, tackled a new language, and poured his heart into helping his aunt. Yet, part of him had always remained here, waiting.

He met Quan's eyes, a silent conversation passing between them. Quan's gaze was filled with a vulnerability that mirrored his own. A hesitant hope flickered within it, a silent plea for reassurance.

M/n reached out, his fingers gently cupping Quan's cheek. With a soft sigh, he pulled Quan closer, their foreheads touching. His lips ghosted over Quan's, a whisper of a promise.

"I still love you," he finally murmured, the words carrying the weight of two years of unspoken longing. He pulled back slightly, a small smile gracing his lips, "More than words can say, Quanrui."

Quanrui didn’t answer right away. His breath hitched, lips parting in surprise, eyes fluttering closed when M/n’s words settled in. The world around them blurred—the hum of the fridge, the distant jazz humming low from Aunt Fei’s old speakers—all of it faded. All that existed was the heat between their bodies.

"You can’t say stuff like that," Quan whispered, voice thick, trembling. "Not when I’ve missed you like this."

M/n didn’t pull away. His hand lingered against Quan’s jaw, thumb stroking softly across his cheekbone. “Then don’t miss me,” he said lowly. “Just have me.”

The silence cracked shattered when Quan surged forward, capturing M/n’s lips in a kiss that was all teeth and desperation. It wasn’t gentle. It was years of frustration, of swallowed feelings and what-ifs. M/n’s hands slid to Quan’s waist, tugging him forward across the bar stool as their bodies collided, feverish and urgent.

Quan gasped into the kiss when M/n’s fingers slipped beneath his shirt, tracing the toned skin underneath with reverent slowness. “God, you’ve changed,” M/n muttered against his lips, breath hot. “But you still taste the same.”

“You’re not even gonna ask me what mistake I made tonight, huh?” Quan laughed breathlessly, eyes fluttering as M/n kissed along his jaw, dragging his mouth down to his neck.

“I don’t need to,” M/n whispered, tongue flicking out to taste the skin just beneath his ear. “You called me, not anyone else.”

A low moan escaped Quan when M/n sucked a mark into his neck, biting just enough to make it sting. “You’re terrible,” he panted, tilting his head to give more access.

“And you’re drunk,” M/n murmured, lips pausing. “Tell me to stop.”

Quan opened his eyes, glossy and half-lidded. His hands gripped the front of M/n’s jacket tightly, pulling him even closer. “I’ll tell you in the morning,” he said hoarsely. “Right now, I want to remember what it felt like to be yours.”

That was all the permission M/n needed.

He lifted Quan off the stool with surprising ease, carrying him down the dim hallway that led to the guest room—his old room. Each step was lined with kisses, their mouths never straying far from each other’s skin.

The door barely clicked shut behind them before M/n had Quan pressed up against it, their mouths locked in a mess of lips and tongues. Quan clung to him like he was afraid he’d disappear again, fingers knotting in M/n’s shirt, tugging it upwards until it bunched between them.

“Take it off,” Quan whispered against his lips, breath ragged. “Wanna see you.”

M/n smirked faintly, eyes dark with heat as he peeled off the shirt slowly, deliberately. His body was lean and toned, the kind of subtle strength earned from late nights hauling liquor boxes and standing behind a bar for hours.

Quan let out a soft, shaky sound as his eyes roamed. “You look so- so grown,” he breathed, hands sliding up M/n’s chest. “So different.”

“You saying I wasn’t hot before?” M/n teased, leaning in close, his voice rough with desire.

“You were,” Quan rasped. “But now… you’re mine again.”

That possessive little growl in his voice lit a fuse in M/n’s chest. He grabbed Quan by the hips and spun him around, guiding him gently toward the bed. They tumbled onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs, laughter dying on their tongues as M/n settled on top of him, straddling his thighs. His fingers ghosted under the hem of Quan’s shirt, then pushed it up slowly inch by inch until his pale chest was exposed beneath the warm glow of the bedside lamp.

M/n kissed down the center of his chest, soft and slow at first, then added the scrape of his teeth just above Quan’s ribs. Quan gasped, hips bucking beneath him, and M/n had to press his hands down to keep him steady.

“You always squirmed so easy,” M/n murmured, voice dropping lower as he dragged his tongue over a nipple. “Still sensitive?”

Quan’s answering moan was all the confirmation he needed.

“Thought you were grown now,” M/n teased against his skin, biting down just enough to leave a mark. “Idol and all. But you’re falling apart like it’s our first time.”

“Because it feels like it,” Quan panted, eyes hazy. “You always knew how to ruin me.”

M/n moved lower, trailing kisses down his stomach, nuzzling where the muscles trembled under his touch. He hooked his fingers into Quan’s waistband and paused, eyes flicking up.

“Still want this?” he asked, voice a low rumble.

Quan nodded quickly. “Yes. Please.”

That one little word, please cracked something open in M/n.

He tugged Quan’s sweats down in one smooth motion, lips ghosting over every newly exposed inch of skin. Quan shivered, legs twitching as M/n settled between them, kissing along his inner thigh, licking up a line that made him keen into the sheets.

The room was filled with soft gasps and the rustle of the sheets as M/n finally wrapped his mouth around him, slow and deep, like he was savoring every second. Quan whimpered, fists clenched in the sheets, thighs trembling under the intense, unrelenting pressure of M/n’s tongue and lips.

“M-M/n,” he moaned, back arching. “Feels s’good, I missed you, I-”

“I know,” M/n whispered, lifting his head just for a moment. “Let me remind you how much.”

He moved back up, kissing Quan again; this time with slick, wet heat between their mouths and then guided their bodies together, grinding slowly. Their bare skin met, hot and desperate, the tension boiling over between grinding hips and tangled hands.

“Condom?” M/n rasped, forehead pressed to Quan’s. “I got one in the drawer-”

“Already got it,” Quan whispered, reaching past him, pulling it out like he knew this would happen, like he wanted this from the second he made that call.

M/n let out a soft, breathless laugh. “You’re so bad.”

“You love it,” Quan whispered, kissing the corner of his mouth.

“I do,” M/n growled and then he pushed inside him, slow and deep.

Quan’s breath caught in his throat, legs tightening around M/n’s waist. They moved together in a rhythm that felt both brand new and achingly familiar. Every stroke was slow at first, like they were memorizing each other again, then deeper, harder, sweat-slicked skin colliding as moans echoed off the walls.

“M/n, I’m-” Quan choked, voice breaking.

“Let go,” M/n whispered, mouth hot against his neck. “I’ve got you.”

And when Quan finally did, trembling and gasping beneath him, M/n followed with a soft groan, collapsing beside him, breathless and shaking.

They lay there in silence, the only sound their panting breaths and the hum of the old fan in the corner. M/n reached out, brushing Quan’s hair from his damp forehead.

“I missed you so much,” he whispered, pulling him in close.

Quan curled into him like he belonged there, like he always had.

“I’m not leaving again,” he promised, voice hoarse but certain. “Not this time.”

[thatblvckboyy]

Just so u guys know I ordered a dild0 and it got here and it kinda looks likes Chan's dick, so this boy is gonna be having fun

[thatblvckboyy]

To all the skz x male reader writers I have an idea!!!!

Skz being obsessed with femboys idc which members just make it a fic

[thatblvckboyy]

Intro- firstly no minors

»»————> 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑒<————««

ᴴᶦ ᵐʸ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ᶦˢ ᴹᶦᶜᵏᵉʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ'ᵐ ¹⁹.

ᴵ'ᵐ ᵒⁿ ʰᶦᵃᵗᵘˢ/ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ᶜᵘᶻ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ᵐᵉⁿᵗᵃˡ ʰᵉᵃˡᵗʰ ˢᵒ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᶦᶠ ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵖᵒˢᵗ

ᴵ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵏ ᵗʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ

ᴹʸ ᵖʳᵒᶠᶦˡᵉ ᶦˢ ᵏᶦⁿᵈᵃ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒʳᵍᵃⁿᶦᶻᵉᵈ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ'ᵐᵐᵃ ᶠᶦⁿᵈ ᵗᶦᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ˢᵘʳᵉ ᶦᵗ'ˢ ᵒʳᵍᵃⁿᶦᶻᵉᵈ

🆁🆄🅻🅴🆂

ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᴺˢᶠᵂ ᵃᶜᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ ˢᵒ ᶦᶠ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᶦᶠ ᵘ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᶦᵗ ᵇˡᵒᶜᵏ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʳᵉᵖᵒʳᵗ

ᴵ ᵖᵒˢᵗ ᵐᵃˡᵉ ᶜᵉⁿᵗʳᶦᶜ ᵃᵘᵈᶦᵒˢ ˢᵒ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵈᵒ ᶠᵉᵐᵃˡᵉ ˡᶦˢᵗᵉⁿᵉʳ ᶜᵘᶻ ᶦᵏ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃ ˢʰᵒʳᵗᵃᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵃˡᵉ ᶠᵃⁿ ᶠᶦᶜˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᵘᵈᶦᵒˢ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᶦᵗ ᶠᵉᵉᵈˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵃʸ ᶦⁿ ᵐᵉ

ᵀʰᵉ ᵍʳᵒᵘᵖˢ ᴵ ᵈᵒ

ᵀˣᵗ

ᴮᵗˢ

ᴾ¹ʰᵃʳᵐᵒⁿʸ

ᶻᵇ¹

ˢᵏᶻ

ᴱⁿʰʸᵖᵉⁿ

ᴮᵒʸ ⁿᵉˣᵗ ᵈᵒᵒʳ(ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵗᶦˡˡ ⁿᵉʷ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉᵐ)

ᴿᶦᶦᶻᵉ (ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉᵐ)

[thatblvckboyy]

I have a Lee know audio saved but idk wat to make it about Y'ALL PITCH ME SOME IDEAS

[thatblvckboyy]

I wanna just find a way to look not cute but apparently that's impossible. Because why are so many guys flirting with me and trying to date me. Most are literally guys in college and some are like a year or two younger than me. Like most guys are flirting with me in person others are online friends flirting with me. I already have bad social anxiety and anxiety in general. I can't even talk to them properly without being scared. Haha, I need help. -🏳️‍⚧️

I have a social anxiety and no guys flirt with me am I doing something wrong

Idc if these stories r real or fake keeping spilling that tea 😭

[thatblvckboyy]

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

[thatblvckboyy]

Idk who needs to hear this but @writhyv is the best writer of enhypen x male reader fics I be kicking my feet and giggling while reading the fics. The gay in me is so happy

[thatblvckboyy]

Bought some lomo cards today.

Should I lock my doors and windows 😭

[thatblvckboyy]

eric gym mirror selfies - the gift that keeps on giving

[thatblvckboyy]

Currently imagining heesung x sunghoon x bttm male reader

Where heesung and sunghoon r vampires (as usual 😭) and male reader is hybrid wolf or cat it's sound so corny ,cliche and cringe but I need someone to make this to a fic I'M BEGGING WHERE R THOSE ENHYPEN X MALE READER FIC WRITTERS please heed my prayers

[thatblvckboyy]

Car Sex W/ Hongjoong

Hongjoong x female!reader

Summary: just a simple drabble about fucking in a borrowed car~

Warnings: SMUT MDNI, filthy car sex, not much to warn about. Pretty normal for Hongjoong content.

WC: 1,057

Genre: Smut/Drabble

Au: None

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @othersideoutlawsnetwork

The Lamborghini sped down the highway, passing by other vehicles while Hongjoong laughed like a maniac. Your arms flew up in the wind while your giggles of excitement rang in your lovers ears. He had to beg to borrow the vehicle after his SMB shoot with Odetari, it wasn’t hard but he did have to return it at a certain time. Of course, not without some fun of course. The wild and adventurous side of Hongjoong wanted to do something he’s never done with you before.

Car sex. And not a vehicle that was his.

He wanted to make a mess of the leather seats and push you to your limits, cock growing hard in his pants with each thought that had escalated.

With his jacket on your shoulders and the wind blowing through your hair, you felt like you were on cloud nine. Nothing could be better than spending time with Hongjoong and having so much fun while doing it. And being unaware of his plan.

When he swerved into an abandoned lot, your throat closed in on itself. You were confused but also nervous. Just what was he thinking right now?

Hongjoong’s hand was coming to rest on your thigh, “Hey baby, I’ve got an idea and I wanted to know if you were up for it.” His lips curled into a tight smirk. You knew exactly what he wanted. Right away.

And yet you wanted him to say it, “Okay, spill.”

“I want you to ride me, right here. Right now.” His tongue swiped over his lips mischievously.

With a sigh you were already climbing on top of his lap, the seat being pushed back, “That’s it, good girl, want to feel your cunt around my cock so bad.” He wanted to defile these seats. To fill you so full with his cum. And he was going to do just that. Just wait.

The chill in the air was enough for him to ride up the rooftop of the convertible but that didn’t stop him from already pulling out his cock. The glasses sat low on his nose while he watched you situate yourself on him. His jacket was tossed in the passenger seat while your shirt came undone with his finger tips.

Fuck you smelled so good. You even looked so good.

Hongjoong’s lips were moving against yours with such desperation that even his hips were rolling against yours. You could feel his cock pressing against your covered cunt and damn did it feel good.

“Fuck, Hongjoong, already want you in me, please.” Your words came out as a shiver, your body running hot yet the chill still remained in the car. Even with the heat blasting.

“I’ll give you what you want, sweetheart, just wait.”

His hands were roaming beneath your shirt and cupping your breasts, “Tell me, baby. How bad do you want me?” His teasing tone was pissing you off to no degree.

“Fuck off, Joong and just fuck me. Please.”

The idol rolled his eyes and laughed with such..chaos, “Alright, alright. I give in. I’ll give you my cock.” His hands were yanking down your pants and his own, fingers ripping apart your fragile underwear. Fucking hell, he was always doing that.

“Again, Hongjoong, seriously?” Hongjoong quickly shut you up by pushing in a finger, smirk still on his face. He knew what he was doing. Little shit.

His finger curled around to find that special spot inside that he loved so much. His grin grew wider when he found it. Your lips spewed out moans while your legs shook from the sudden release of pleasure.

“Oh my fuck, Hongjoong!” He’d barely started and you were already a pathetic mess. He was only one finger in. And now two.

Spreading your cunt just so his thick cock could fit inside. The heat that was being blasted was becoming too much, everything was too much. With his cock rubbing against your click and each time his two fingers thrusted in and out of your cunt, it was all overwhelming.

When he finally had enough of toying with your cunt, he was pushing his cock inside to replace his fingers. Oh it felt so damn good.

The stretch, how deep it was. All of it.

Your hands were on the headrest to brace yourself as he began moving you on his cock.

“That’s right, baby, just like that. Bounce yourself on me. Make a mess of yourself.” Hongjoong’s glasses had long fallen off and onto the floor. He could care less, no matter how expensive they were. All that mattered was filling you up. That was the main task at hand.

Every time his cock hit deep inside, your body lurched forward to his chest. Hongjoong pistoned his hips up into yours, hands groping your ass while he growled from how tight you were squeezing his cock. No words could be formed between either of you. The tension easily cut with the pleasure shared between you both.

The fog on the windows smeared by your hand when Hongjoong would roll his thumb and pointer finger around your nipples.

You couldn’t believe this little shit of man was yours. His cock slamming into your cunt was a regular thing. After a performance/concert, a tour, an interview, a music video shoot. Anything. You were his stress reliever and he loved you dearly. Even his own studio had traces of you, from your belongings to your smell, it had to be you or nothing. The public eye would never know about you. Hongjoong was just too careful about you. Some atiny were just..insane.

“Oh fuck, fuck, please, I’m coming!” You whined out into his ear, hair a mess and skin running hot. Every inch of you is perfection to Hongjoong and he wouldn’t change anything about it.

You are his muse and only his.

“Yeah? Fucking give it to me. Milk my cock for all I have. Want you to take it all.” Hongjoong licked his lips and his fingers pressed tightly against your clit, pinching and pulling to release your orgasm.

Once yours had washed over, his was spurting out and painting everything inside as his own. Hongjoong’s claim.

“Think we should return the car now?”

“Seriously? After what we just did, I don’t think they’ll want it back, Joong.”

[thatblvckboyy]

NSFW AUDIO - MDNI

Wooyoung had turned his head to bite the pillow, his cock so overstimulated from the way you bounced on his cock. Every time you twisted your hips, it only added more stimulation and more feeling. A mantra of fucks and fingers digging into your waist had him whining like a bitch in heat.

@wisejudgedragonhairdo

[thatblvckboyy]

Ok so like a while ago before my friend went off to military in South Korea he's stationed their from the US, I used to be in this situationship type of relationship with him. I was either getting backshots from him almost every day or I was riding him (which was rare). He honestly was generous because he literally would get both of us off like most guys heard about from friends were selfish. If I just didn't feel like fucking he literally respected that. Usually if we wouldn't fuck I would give him blowjobs. Like dude was awesome. -🏳️‍⚧️

*plays that should me*

Y'all have such interesting lives 😭 u should be yapping more in my requests

[thatblvckboyy]

😭 I ordered some femboy clothes to join PC trend but my order hasn't got here I'm crying I might be too late

[thatblvckboyy]

I wanna rant about my friend I used to mess around with but nobody wants to listen -🏳️‍⚧️

Pookie please rant I'm ready to listen go