No Truer Words Have Ever Been Said So Beautifully 🩷

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤDAMN BABYㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Batboys x Fem Reader

☆⁠ SYNOPSIS : When you smack their ass.

☆⁠ CHARACTERS : Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, 90s Tim Drake, Duke Thomas, Damian Wayne.

☆⁠ NOTE : English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

— BRUCE WAYNE ⋆

You are never getting this opportunity again. Bruce is standing in the kitchen, wearing sweatpants. His back is turned. The ass is right there. You act on impulse. SMACK. Bruce freezes. You grin, leaning against the counter. “Damn, Daddy Wayne. Is that Batcake for me?” The silence is deafening. Bruce slowly turns his head, staring at you like you just committed a felony in broad daylight. “…Excuse me?” You wink. “You heard me, sweetheart.” Bruce stares for ten more seconds. Then, without a word, he leaves. OH NO. You realize too late what you’ve done. Bruce is disappearing into the Batcave. You hear him booting up the Batcomputer. “…Bruce?” TAP. TAP. TAP. He’s typing furiously. You peek over his shoulder. He’s running an analysis. On himself. “BRUCE—” “I need to reassess my stealth levels,” he mutters. “If you could land that strike, I’ve grown careless.” OH MY GOD.

— DICK GRAYSON ⋆

You see him walking down the hallway, all smug and confident, wearing those tight jeans he knows make people insane. You can’t help yourself. You smack it. Hard. SMACK. Dick gasps.

LOUDLY. “Damn, Grayson,” you whistle, “is that thing double-cheeked up on a Thursday?!” Immediate. Dramatic. Reaction. Dick clutches the wall like he’s fainting. Then—he spins around so fast he almost trips. “Babe.” His eyes are wide, teary, shaking. “DO YOU MEAN IT?” You blink. “Huh?” Dick grabs your hands. “Say it again. Say it with your whole chest.” “…What.” “Do you mean it? Do you mean the ass thing?” “…Yeah?” Dick grins so wide he looks insane. He winks at you before immediately turning around and sticking his ass out. “Go ahead, babe. One more for the road.” “OH MY GOD.” You are never doing this again. Maybe.

— JASON TODD ⋆

Jason is minding his business. Jason is walking past you. Jason’s fat ass is asking for it. You strike. SMACK. Jason IMMEDIATELY turns, hand on his gun. OH SHIT. You throw your hands up. “WAIT—” His eyes narrow. Suspicious. Dangerous. Then—he relaxes. “…Did you just smack my ass?” You grin. “Yup.” He blinks. Then—he smirks. “…Oh.” You squint. “Why do you sound happy?” Jason shrugs, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Nah, it’s just funny.” You relax. “Good, ‘cause—” SMACK. JASON JUST DROPPED HIS WHOLE BODYWEIGHT INTO SLAPPING YOUR ASS BACK. YOU FLY ACROSS THE ROOM. “JASON, YOU FUCKING PSYCHO.” Jason just cackles.

— 90s TIM DRAKE ⋆

Tim is exhausted. Tim has had three hours of sleep in the past two days. Tim is running on caffeine, crime, and sheer force of will. So, naturally—you strike when he’s at his weakest. SMACK. Tim jumps so hard he drops his coffee. “WHAT—” He spins around, eyes wide, looking like a scared raccoon You grin. “Damn, baby bird. You always keep that wagon on you?” Tim stares. Tim processes. Tim crashes. He grabs his head like he’s having an existential crisis. “Oh my God.” “Tim?” “Oh my God.” He’s stumbling backwards, running into the table. “I—I was not prepared for this.” “Tim, breathe—” “I HAVEN’T EVEN FINISHED PUBERTY. AM I EVEN LEGALLY ALLOWED TO HAVE A WAGON?” “TIM—” He grabs your shoulders, looking deep into your soul. “…Do I actually have ass?” You blink. Tim shakes you. “TELL ME THE TRUTH.”

— DUKE THOMAS ⋆

Duke is chilling. Duke is relaxed. Duke is having a nice, peaceful day. So, naturally—you ruin it. SMACK. Duke immediately whips around, betrayal in his eyes. “EXCUSE ME?” You lean against the counter, smirking. “Damn, sunshine. Didn’t know you were carrying all that.” Duke freezes. Then—he laughs. “Oh, word?” He steps closer. You narrow your eyes. “…Duke?” “Oh, word?” He’s too calm.Too smug. He leans down, real close, real quiet. “…Bet.” Then—he disappears. For three days. And when he returns—he waits. Until you’re completely unsuspecting. Until you’re relaxed. Until you think it’s over. And then— SMACK. “DUKE—” “EQUALITY.”

— DAMIAN WAYNE ⋆

You spot him. You see the perfect opportunity. Damian is standing by the window, arms crossed, looking all broody and serious. SMACK. The moment your hand connects, Damian jumps like he’s been electrocuted. Then—he spins around with his sword half-drawn. “WHO DARES—” You grin. “Damn, baby. Didn’t know you were packing all that.” Silence. Pure, horrified silence. Damian just stares. Then—he slowly processes what you just said. His entire face turns red. “You—you dare—” He grabs his chest like he’s having a heart attack. “You speak of my body so… so FILTHILY?” You cackle. “Yes.” He looks away sharply. “This… this is inappropriate.” “And?” “…Say it again.” “…What.” “Say it.” “…Damian, are you—” “SAY IT.”

— MASTERLIST ☆

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MC Twin AU - CALEB'S Spitfire [4]

When you arrive at the airport, just as the text stated, Caleb was there.

He had his hat on, his very familiar (to you at least, but you suppose you had to act like this was new to you) Colonel's attire, and sleek black gloves on his hands. Ignoring the driver as he opened the door for you, you accepted your handbag and marched over to your purple eyed boyfriend.

You wanted to kiss him. You wanted to push him into an empty room and tear off his clothes.

But the only thing you could do as you finally got close to him, was place your bag down and slap him across the face.

His cheek grew red from the impact, but he barely made a sound. "Months." You start, gripping the front of his suit to drag him down to your level. "Months have gone by when I thought you were fucking dead. And suddenly you send me a text and I see you're alive!? What the absolute fuck Caleb!?"

Your grip tightens on his suit, and you glare up at him even as he cups your cheeks with his gloved hand, resting his forehead against yours. "I'm sorry." He says, and you glare even harder.

"I'm going to punch you."

"Go ahead. Punch me as much as you want spitfire." He rubs your cheek gently, a soft smile on his face. "I'm just glad you're ok and here, with me."

"Stop agreeing with me and being so sappy you bastard!" You snap, struggling in his hold as he drags you into a hug. "Ugh! Lemme go!"

He chuckled softly, placing a kiss on the top of your head. "You can yell at me all you want spitfire, but not here. As much as I want you to, I am still the Colonel, and many eyes are still watching me."

You huff again but relax, realizing he was right. This wasn't the time nor place to beat him up. "Whatever. There better be food on the plane."

"Only the best for you."

When you arrive at his place, you drop your bag on his couch and move to where you assumed his kitchen was, using your limited understanding of playing his Myths and Cards in the game to help guide you. "I'm still mad at you." you begin, watching as the cabinet opens and a glass flies into your hand. You turn around to see a bottle of orange juice open by itself, then tilt as the liquid poured into your cup. Stupid Caleb and his stupid Evol and his stupid understanding of what you wanted. How can you be mad at him when he does cute shit like this!?

"So." You turn around to face him, gulping down your drink so you can distract your mind. "Wanna explain how you're alive!?" You slam the cup down on the counter table, anger making your blood boil. You don't know why you were so angry, you knew he was alive. you knew he was fine. Still. . . . still . . . . what if you dating him made things worse? What if he actually got hurt!?

Tears suddenly dripped out of your eyes as you helplessly stared at him. "You . . . you died Caleb! You died and you left me behind! What is wrong with you!?"

"I had to act like I was semi-ok in front of MC! She was devastated! She lost her best friend, and I lost my boyfriend, yet here you are fucking alive!?"

You close your eyes as you try and wipe your tears away, not noticing him walking towards you until you feel his arms wrap around you. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, rubbing your back gently as you continued to cry. "I can't tell you why I left, because it's related to. . . . well a lot of things, but I want you to know, that each time I closed my eyes, each time I woke up, each time I went down to the Deepspace Tunnel, you were on my mind spitfire." He kisses your head, breathing in deeply. "I've missed you so much spitfire, and this time I promise nothing, and I mean nothing will drive us apart again."

"I will never let you go."

You sniffled and shoved your face deeper into his chest, choosing to remain silent in the meantime as you continued to sob. After a few minutes though, a small sigh escapes your lips. "If you pull a stunt like this again, I will kill you myself."

A fond chuckle leaves his lips, and he pushes you away gently so he can cup your cheeks. "Noted," he murmured, then pressed his lips against yours, your first kiss after months of being apart.

When you woke up the next day, it was to the smell of pancakes. Grumbling under your breath, you pick up your shirt and place it on, waddling over to the kitchen to see Caleb by the stove pouring more batter into the frying pan, a plate of perfectly cooked pancakes on the side. You pick up the fork and begin to dig in, humming at the taste. "Good to know that your dying didn't take away your skill of cooking."

"I practiced extra harder for you spitfire." Caleb leaned towards you to press a small kiss on your cheek. "Eat up, you're going to need all the energy you can get."

"Yeah yeah..." you mumble, shoving more food in your mouth. "Oh hey, where's my phone? It should have woken me up with my alarm."

Caleb turns back to the stove. "I'll get you a new one."

You pause your chewing, quickly swallowing it so you can talk clearly. "What do you mean by that?"

"I'm keeping your phone hostage."

"Why?"

He turns his head to give you a gentle smile, though his eyes have darkened. "You don't need that phone anymore, trust me, spitfire."

Ok, what the fuck?!

Taglist! - @sleepydang @junrui @animecrazy76 @reni502 @yjhcheri @sanstype @smoophie @young-adult-summer @l4venderia

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | Caleb | 18+

Some of my personal favorite parts of my Chaotic Minds - A TGCF Chat/Crack Fic

I am a proud multishipper 🧍‍♀️so what if I ship mulian huh

I don't think I need to explain this one

Hey 🫵I'm Canadian, I'm headcannoing Shi Qingxuan is half Canadian for this fic because yes. Anything goes in fanfiction

I've heard shit about Haunting Adeline.....of all things to shove up a girls pussy you use a GUN?????? 😒

And yes, Xie Lian and Qi Rong are friends in this fic, leave me alone.

.... I don't have to explain this 😌

All hail Mei Nianqing 🫡 hes a tired old man giving advice to his friends.

I think this explains itself no? Guzi has a lot of uncles in this story with Xianle Quartet being a couple, beefleaf as well, future JunMei, and last but not least QuanYin.

No because would it be fish mpreg or nah. Yin Yu is asking the right questions oh my goodness gracious.

I love CoryxKenshin gang.

So yeah "WhY are they So OoC!" Gang. I just wanna have fun and be silly, so what if they are out of character 😔 can't I be a silly goose? Quack quack.

Anyways I hope you enjoy!!

Re watched the trailer, again , and I noticed something

IS HE SMIRKING DOWN AT US????

When MC/Us go down on him, do you think he always smirks at us when we choke on him? Because we all know the calm ones on the outside are the freakiest after all.

Nice on the streets, nasty in the sheets 😏 But on another note he also looks very breedable so it doesn't matter if I fuck him or if he fucks me it's gonna take alllll daaayyyyy

MC Twin AU - CALEB'S Spitfire [3]

Caleb kisses like a god.

His hands wrap around your waist firmly as his lips slide against your own, his tongue forces itself into your mouth making you blush heavily but moan softly.

Holy shit this man was wonderful at kissing! Though you couldn't help but feel a flare of jealousy rise up at the thought of him kissing other people. So you ask him, and he laughs with pure amusement. "Don't worry spitfire. You're my first and only."

If someone asks if your heart had started to beat faster at his words, you would push them into traffic.

When your sister had found out about your relationship, she had sighed and rubbed her forehead. "I owe Zayne so much money now."

"You betted against me!??"

"Well duh. Caleb literally liked, no, adored you! The only person who couldn't see it was you!"

You stared at her with confusion, nervously fiddling with your hands. "But. . . . . Aren't you mad? I thought you liked Caleb?"

A gentle smile bloomed on your sister's face and she leaned against you body, placing her head on your shoulder. "Caleb is my best friend. Nothing more alright? I'm really happy for you two! But...."

You freeze. "But what...?"

"If he hurts you and makes you cry. Best friend or not I will push him into incoming traffic."

A startled laugh escapes your lips. "Are you stealing my threats?"

MC shrugged. "They work perfectly fine."

"Make your own threats! Only I can push people into traffic!"

"Nuh uh."

"Yah uh!"

As days went by and Caleb continued to shower you with affection, and MC continued to giggle and tease the two of you, your guards began to slowly break and crumble down. Ok, you weren't the MC, but he still liked you! That was. . . . .that was amazing!

Every now and then you couldn't help but break out into giggles at the reminder that Caleb liked you. Not her, but you.

She could keep the other men, you wanted your red flag boyfriend!

Though, it might not just be him that's a red flag. You might be one as well? Did that bother you? A bit yes, but Caleb seemed to enjoy it a lot.

It happened on a typical winter day, the cold air making you shiver as you walked side by side with Caleb, who finally got some time off to visit you. He quickly wrapped his arms around your shoulder and dragged you closer to his warm body, making you smile. "You cold spitfire?"

"I hate winter." You mumble, pouting when you felt his chuckle. "Stop laughing at me or I won't kiss you ever again!"

"Oh nooo, can you ever forgive me?" He places a kiss on your forehead, and your face grows hot. "Look, we're at the cafe now. Let's head in and get you something warm." He guides you towards Destiny Cafe (when you realized the name, you had begun to cackle like a madwoman. So Destiny Cafe existed here and wasn't just a game mechanic!) and pushed the door open, the warm air making you let out a sigh of relief. "Good yeah?"

"Hmmmmm..." You hum, allowing him to guide your body to a seat. He ruffles your hair and sits across you, placing his chin on his palm as he gazes at you with so much affection that your face heats up even more. "What? What's on my face?"

"Beauty." He murmurs, and you squeak. "Pure beauty-"

"Hi! Welcome to Destiny Cafe! May I take your order?"

The moment is ruined by a high perky voice, and you turn your gaze to stare at a young girl with a huge smile on her face. She stares and Caleb and tucks some of her hair behind her ear, fluttering her eyebrows at him. "I'll be your server today, my name is May. So, may I take your order?"

Caleb turns to meet your gaze. "What would you like spitfire?"

You meet May's annoyed gaze head on and a small satisfied smirk forms on your lips. "Just some hot chocolate, that's all."

"I'll have the same." Caleb looks at May making her bloom. "Of course! I'll be right back!" She smiles at him and walks away, and your eyes catch the way her hips swayed with her movement, making your eye twitch.

When she finally is gone from your sight, you turn your gaze to Caleb and get up, pushing him to the edge of the booth so you could sit next to him. You drag him down by the back of his head into a kiss, and bite down on his lip, smiling when a bit of blood hits your taste buds. You know you shouldn't be jealous, Caleb had said time and time again that he liked you. But. . . . but you couldn't just help yourself.

"S-Spitfire-"

You snap back to reality and push him away, your face red. "Oh my goodness I'm so sorry! Did I bite you too hard!? Holy shit I don't know what got over me!"

You watch as he uses his thumb to wipe away some of the blood away from his lips, a smile on his face. "It's fine it's fine! In fact, I enjoyed it very much."

. . . . . Was he a masochist or something!?

You shouldn't be surprised though, this was Caleb you were talking about. Still, you dart you gaze away and mumble out a "Sorry..."

A hand cups your cheeks, and Caleb lifts your head to stare at him. "I said it's fine spitfire, really!" He leans down to kiss you himself, and your cheeks heat up as one of his hands moves down to slip underneath your skirt. The only reason why the two of you part away is because you hear footsteps come towards your booth. Still, you make sure you place a small kiss on your neck, your lipstick leaving a stain very visible on his skin.

You watch as May glances at your flushed faces, and at the lipstick mark on Caleb's neck, and your heart thrums with pride at the small scowl that she wasn't quick enough to wipe away. "Here are your drinks, enjoy yourself!" She says, then rushes away.

As the two of you eventually leave the cafe, you notice that Caleb wasn't wearing his scarf anymore. "Aren't you cold Mr Pilot?" You question, raising a brow at him as you walk together hand in hand.

He gives you a smirk and point at the lipstick stain. "I want everyone to see this. To show who my girlfriend is."

Your face heats up again, and you jerk your head away. Still, a small smile forms on your lips at his words. Oh goodness, you weren't going to let this boy leave.

Even when he fakes his death and becomes Colonel, you would find him and keep him by your side.

Many. . . . Ok only a few months to be honest, pass by, and the infamous explosion happens. You move in with MC finally, mainly to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid, and mainly because even when you knew he was alive, you missed Caleb, and she was the only one who understood your pain.

You stared at your phone every day, hoping that he would send an impromptu text, a 'Hey spitfire! I'm alive! Come find me :D'

But nothing. Nothing pops up.

One day after work though, you stroll around the city in the dark, one headphone in your ear and your phone in your hand. A sudden notification freezes you, and after a few seconds of silence, you rush to follow it's instructions.

"Spitfire, five blocks ahead of you, there's a black car with the license plate 367 LKN. Get in, and when you arrive at the airport, I'll be there waiting for you. Don't be late.

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1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | Caleb | 18+

Lady of Deceit - 3

It was a beautiful sunny day. The sun was shining, the birds chirping a wonderful song, the wind nice and cool.

It was simply a perfect day. . . . For chaos!

The cookie cleared her throat, then clapped her hands together. "Alrighty then. Vocal cords ready, jam sugar replenished." She placed her hands on her hair to adjust her blue bow, then patted her locks so her eyes could close. "Let the show begin!"

She perked up when she heard familiar voices walking closer to her side, then snapped her fingers to release the hounds she had taken for her grand performance. "Ahem. Aa ahh~ Perfect!" She cleared her throat again, then inhaled. "HELP! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!!"

"Huh? Sounds like someone needs our help!" She heard a cookie, Gingerbrave if she recalled, speaking up making her giggle. "No! I can't laugh yet, I have to hold it in. HELP! PLEASE HELP ME!" she continued to scream, turning around to run towards the cookie's direction with the hounds on her heels. When she saw familiar cookies rushing towards her, she made sure her eyes widened and began to cry. "AHH SO SCARY!"

"Don't worry Miss!" Gingerbrave called out, brandishing his candy cane out as he and his friends ran towards the hounds. "We'll take care of this!"

The cookie ran and hid behind a tree, before poking her head out to stare at them. "Annnd target captured." She giggled, placing her hand over her mouth to hide her grin. After watching them deal with the hounds, she stepped out and adjusted her dress, fiddling with her sleeves. "Um, thank you all so much for saving me!" She said, letting out a sigh of relief. "Those hounds suddenly started to chase me when I was taking a walk. It was so scary...."

"It's alright now Miss." A warm familiar voice spoke up, and she blinked when she felt warm hands cup her own. Pure Vanilla Cookie gave her a smile, his eyes opened making an unfamiliar feeling creep up inside her, which she was quick to shove down. "I'm just glad we got here in time. Here, let me see if I can heal any of your injuries."

"Ah - thank you kind sir." She forced a giggle out, blue heterochromatic eyes staring directly at the bright blue soul jam that was here, HERS! As she felt Pure Vanilla use his power on her, a warmth that made some part of the cookie want to curl up in a blanket and sleep peacefully, she shook her head to quickly get back into character. "Thank you so much. May I get your name good sir?"

"Oh!" He let out a soft laugh. "Of course. My name is Pure Vanilla Cookie, and these are my dear friends, Gingerbrave Cookie, Wizard Cookie, and Strawberry Cookie."

"Hello!"

"I-It's nice to meet you."

"Good day."

"Hohohoho! It's nice to meet all of you." She smiled. "You cookies are so shiny and so strong!"

Strawberry Cookie tilted her head to the side. "Shiny and strong?'

Oops, she might have made a mistake. Oh whatever, that's what improv is for! "Yes! So shiny so strong! The aura you guys radiated when you were fighting was so . . . . beautiful. So inspiring! You guys could be the protagonist of your own epics! Your own stories!"

"Awww" Gingerbrave blushed, Strawberry Cookie let out a squeak and pulled the drawstrings of her hoodie to hide a bit, and Wizard Cookie huffed with pride. Kids, so naive. Well, at least that was solved.

"You four gave me your names, but you don't know mine!" She gasped, removing her hands from Pure Vanilla's grip to pick up the edge of her dress, and gave the four a bow. "I am Blueberry Jam Cookie. It's a pleasure to meet you all!"

"The pleasure is all ours." Pure Vanilla chuckled making Blueberry let out a giggle. "Would you like us to guide you back home Miss Blueberry? It's pretty dangerous in the forest."

"Oh my~" Blueberry Jam beamed. "That would be so! See, I actually came here to get a few more supplies for my trip! See, I'm actually moving out and wanted to gather a few berries, but I forgot my wand back home and well the hounds found me and . . . .well you know the rest."

"Oh! Where are you heading Miss Blueberry?"

A grin formed in her face, and she bit back her cackle. "Why, Vanilla Kingdom!"

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Ty for this wonderful meal

movie theater.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 | +18, mdni, theater setting, black!reader intended but it can be anybody, boyfriend! Sylus, boyfriend! Caleb, fingering

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 | I had put out a poll maybe a month ago (?) asking who do you think would act on sexual activities with you if you were in a theater? And I wasn't and am not surprised by the results, because honestly? Yeah, it makes perfect sense that Sylus and Caleb won, equally by 30.3 %. Soooooo, with that being said, here is the little drabble I had in mind. I wanted to elongate it but I unfortunately didn't have much more to say. Maybe one day I will come back to this and add more. For now just enjoy a sample of it. (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

In a secluded private section of the theater with a great view of the stage, you sat side by side of one another. with him on the left of you, he watched as your eyes stayed glue on the performance. Although he enjoyed the sounds of the instruments playing on the stage, his mind was elsewhere. Elegant and backless in a shade of a midnight blue, the silky satin dress hugged your figure deliciously. Revealing every curve with just the right amount of skin. The jewelry you wore was subtle with diamonds dazzling upon you, your make up was light, your hair was beautiful and the scent of sweet passion drenched your skin.

It was hard to resist you when you looked and smelled this good. When you feel a firm yet gentle grip around your thigh, the orchestra is completely forgotten. Where your eyes flickered there his hand was nestled on the top of your thigh. His hand, veins subtly pulsing through the soft flesh, was the perfect size to grope and knead at your skin. Palm sending a shiver down your spine, the sweet caress of his thumb against your inner thigh immediately makes you nervous.

Innocently, you wanted to believe this was just out of comfort. Closure, perhaps... but you knew that wasn't the case. He noticed how your body shifts. Darken eyes observing the skirt of your dress revealing more than it should. His fingers start to move. Inching closer and closer up your glowing leg, past the slit of your dress to the darkened space further up your skirt. You freeze, the action sends your heart to a frenzy.

You were sure your arousal grew ten times worse, because where his hand was buried, there, your pulsating cunt lied. lips parted just a hair, you inhale a sharp breath when you feel his sly fingers slithers towards your clothed cunt. Applying pressure where the wet spot was formed, a smug smirk appears to his lips. His fingers begin to draw circles and when he feels you buck to his touch, a breath of pleasure escapes you. His touch, the way he was ever so gently caressing your aching pussy made you whimper "please.." and he takes heed.

Lifting his hand just a little to push the thong to the side, there the pads of his fingers dipped between your fleshy brown folds. You release a heavy sigh. Spreading your legs just enough for him to maneuver. you concentrate on the way his fingers played with your clit, spreading your slick over and over till he's rubbing deliberately slow. He fingers you at a rhythmic pace, dipping his fingers at your soaking entrance to feel your walls clinch and contract around him. A hush gasp falters from your lips when you feel his fingers start to quicken. "right there baby?"

"y-yes." You stutter, "right...there," starting to roll your hips. observing you, nonchalantly with lust eyes, he adores how your face twists in pleasure. Brows knitted upward and mouth hung low, the churning sensation of erotic euphoria builds from within. From earshot, your beautiful raunchy sounds ring over the orchestra. your breathing becomes ridged, your hands gripping at the chair's armrest for dear life. Your hips swivel to the constant jerking of his fingers, and with warning, your climax comes down from its natural high. A creamy white substance paints all over his fingers. Pulling away from you, he indulges at the taste of you, licking your cum from off his fingers with greed and grace.

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 ©𝐦𝐭𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

I love my boys, I love Xaiver Zayne Rafayel Sylus Caleb I love them sm

But I know for a FACT that if I ever wound up in Linkon, not as the MC, but as my own self, dating then would be impossible and that makes me SOBBB

LIke, like take Caleb for example. If in some circumstance the two of us end up as friends or he even shows romantic interest in me and does his whole yandere thing, my dumbass would definitely believe him, but I would also say "Ok down boy 😒 or I'll call you an insult in a language you wouldn't understand like don't TEST me boy 🫵" My black ass won't take shit from him ✋

With Zayne, I imagine myself to be somewhat calmer, trying to match his pace, but as much as I actually enjoy his dry humor, I know for a fact I would look at him like this "😐. . . .Zayne my love never joke in public again."

Rafayel . . . . little fish boy. . . . He and I would banter a lot, but the issue is how far can I take it? How far will he take it? I would also call him fish boy to his face actually here are all the nicknames I would give him

1. Fish boy

2. Ariel

3. fishie

4. Dried up mammal

5. Zoo freak

6. Alien

7. Old ass (because he's like what 800)

Low-key Xaiver and I will be chill. I can't think of anything 🤷‍♀️ I have yelled at him in Kitty Cards, but I'm competitive so it's not my fault.

SPEAKING OF KITTY CARDS! SYLUS. He's a prime victim of me going off when we play cards together imagine if we met in real life🧍‍♀️like I don't play with Uno, I don't play with Kitty Cards. If this man wins Mafia head or not we're gonna have a fight

So yeah....I fear they wouldn't be able to match my freak 😞

I want you all to hear me out, a "we listen and we don't judge ✋" if you will.

To my LaDs girlies/bros/gender neutral peeps, consider this, why choose one boy when you can have them all 😌

So um... I can't draw 🧍‍♀️like at all 🧍‍♀️ but I felt inspired to draw Crystal Milk Cookie (Shadow Milk Cookie) dress in her female form for me Lady of Deceit au because this design has been bugging my brain for so long

So um....I hope you all like it? I know it's not perfect but I'm slowly starting to like it ngl