#sub!mickey

[teddybeartoji]

☆. contains: 18+ mdni, boyfriend!satoru gojo x fem!reader; sub!satoru and dom!reader, established relationship, satoru is wearing a white button-up and black slacks (my favourite pretty boy), reader is wearing heels and a dress, satoru is tied up wc: 1.6k

what a sight.

satoru gojo, the honored one, the strongest, fully at your disposal. sitting legs spread on a chair with his hands tied behind his back with his own tie. both of you know, if he wanted, he could get out in a millisecond. but the fact is - he doesn’t want to. he loves this. he loves being put into his place. likes it when his pretty little girlfriend takes control, makes him beg and whine.

the first four buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned, his sleeves are rolled up behind his back and his black slacks are already too fucking tight, the obvious bulge straining in his pants.

you’re sitting on a chair opposite of him, all dolled up. the two of you had just gotten back from your restaurant date, it went well, of course. but as always, your boyfriend couldn’t hold his hands to himself and is now getting punished for it. you know he does it on purpose, but hell, you’re enjoying this much as he is. possibly even more.

you’re sitting with one of your legs over your knee, leaning back in the chair and a smug smile on your face. you love him like this. pupils dilated, head threatening to fall forward as if it’s too heavy for him to hold up, cheeks and neck all red and flushed, chest heaving already. you haven’t even done anything to him.

your smirk only widens when he connects his crystal blue eyes with your lust filled ones. you take the leg resting over your knee and place it down on the ground, spreading your legs and slightly pulling the hem of your dress up, exposing your baby blue panties. his eyes drop down and when he sees the obvious wet patch on them, he lets out a deep groan. he tries to swallow the lump in his throat but it’s so hard to focus, it’s hard to fucking breathe.

“mm, what is it, baby?” you purr at him.

“p-please…” satoru whines out as he tries to thrust his hips upward, in order to get any sort of relief, his eyes rolling back into his head in the process.

you chuckle lowly at his desperation. “this is your own fault, you know.”

he swallows and nods at your words. “i-i’m sorry, baby.”

still leaned back in the chair, you slowly raise one of your legs and move it over to his crotch so your heeled toes are just barely touching satoru’s bulge.

his breath hitches.

you hum as you drink up every single one of his movements. he’s your sensitive boy.

you push up against him a bit more and his head falls back, chest rapidly moving up and down. his fingernails are leaving strong marks inside his palms behind his back, fuck. you lean a bit forward in your chair, mesmerized by his want and need.

“satoru.”

he lets out a weak whine and you see his adam’s apple bob.

“look at me.”

satoru slowly raises his head and meets your gaze. he feels like he’s going to melt. like he’s going to melt into a puddle right here, right now. you’re doing so much and yet so little to him, he’s going insane. he watches you bite down on your lip and another meek whimper leaves his pretty lips.

you slowly drag your foot over his one thigh to his knee, down his calf, then to his other leg, up to his knee, over his thigh again and back to his bulge, all while keeping eye contact with the man.

his eyes seem to well up but he refuses to turn away from you. he ruts his hips against your foot and the slight pressure from it makes him groan. fuck, you look divine. you look hungry, like you’re going to pounce on him any second, like you’re going to devour him alive.

the eye contact is making the both of you crazy. he is definitely going to cum in his pants but it feels like you might also orgasm completely untouched, only by watching him writhe and whine under you. he’s outright putty in your hands and your hands only. nobody else gets to see him like this. it’s all for you.

you apply a bit more pressure to his crotch with the ball of your foot, the heel slightly brushing against his balls. another loud grumble escapes his throat and his eyes almost close but he’s determined to burn this version of you into his mind.

rubbing it now, you eyes burn into his. he keeps grinding his hips against your foot and he seems oh, so desperate.

“does that feel good, hm, baby?” a tinge of condescension in your tone evident but he doesn’t hear it, too busy focusing on the pleasure you’re giving him. he only nods as an answer.

“you’re a big boy, use your words.”

“f-fuck, yes. it feels s-so fucking g-good. huh, shit.” he babbles out and you laugh. “p-please, please don’t stop. baby, please, fuck.”

the temptation to touch your now soaked cunt is so high but you know he’s gonna take care of it, of you, after you’re done with whatever this is. no matter how much you tease him, bully him, he will always make you feel good, make you cum, make you shake and tremble in his caring strong arms. make you in turn moan and whine for him. and you can’t help but feel excited, knowing what a long night this will turn into.

you know he’s close because he finally lets his eyes roll back into his head. his forehead and neck are covered in a sheen of sweat and some stray hair are clinging to his face. poor boy. hips still wildly rutting against you, like a good puppy, so incredibly desperate for your touch. he just need a bit more. satoru thinks about your hands on him, your fingers in his hair, you dragging your nails down his chest, his back, your mouth on his, your soft lips trailing his thighs, leaving purple marks in their wake—

“ask for it”

you break his thoughts with your sharp question and he feels confused, overwhelmed. ask for it? he feels you all around him, your perfume clouding his mind. the pressure of your foot on him and your eyes, your eyes. he’s so fucking close, he just needs you to—

“ask permission to cum.”

fuck.

you press down even harder and it borderline hurts but it feels so fucking good. you feel so fucking good. you make him feel so good. you’re the only thing on his mind. he just wants to cum. wants to cum for you. he wants to thank you. thank you for being in his life, thank you for making him feel things he never has before.

you see his adam’s apple bob again, the tears in his eyes threatening to drop. the dangerous smile on your lips is immovable, you’ve never felt more powerful. satoru, on the other hand, hasn’t felt this frail ever. you’re going to break him under your touch and then put him back together and that excites him more than anything.

his pants are so fucking tight, the collar of his shirt, albeit unbuttoned, is choking him. he can’t breathe properly. the tie around his wrists is really beginning to dig into him and it’s just too much. you’re fogging his fucking brain.

he’s so close, it hurts.

“p-please! baby, fuck! i’m so- ahhh! p-please, i need it!” he slurs. he sounds drunk, his words falling from his mouth so fast, like he has no control over them.

“what happened to using your big boy words, satoru, hm?”

the way his name sounds coming from your lips almost does it for him. tears paint his cheeks, falling to his white shirt, leaving big wet stains. his own lip quivers and an embarrassingly high-pitched moan escapes his throat.

“c-can i cum? please, darling? m'sorry, okay? f-fuck, please, can i cum? i wanna cum f'you. so badly. p-please?” his words all slur together, his desperation evident. the need for you bubbling up from the bottom of his heart.

the chesire cat grin on your face only widens at his pretty words.

“cum for me, baby”

you press down just a tad bit harder and the tension in his lower belly finally snaps. and he sounds heavenly. he’s letting out such beautiful moans and groans, you feel your own arousal drip down your thighs. his dick twitches in his boxers as he soaks them with his cum. he’s trembling now and his chest is heaving so heavily, one might think he’s going to pass out. hell, he thinks he might pass out.

you take your foot off of his crotch and gently place it over his strong thigh, not once taking your eyes off of him. his lips are a bit swollen, tear stains on his face. he’s the most beautiful boy in the world and he’s all yours.

still coming down from his orgasm, the wet patch apparent on his black slacks, trying to calm his breathing. you pull your leg from his, only to drop down from your chair, down to your knees and crawl between his long legs. he’s startled by your sudden actions but he doesn’t have the energy nor the courage to ask about it. all he can do is stare down at you with with wide eyes and a flushed face. you rest your head on his thigh and look up at him with dark eyes and a wicked smile.

he feels himself twitch again in his pants.

#wtf mickey can write #WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK HM #hehehehe #angel boy #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru fanfic #gojo satoru smut #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru drabble #gojo satoru blurb #jjk fanfic #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #jjk gojo #jjk gojo satoru #sub!gojo #dom!reader #sub!satoru #x dom reader #gojo #gojo x you #gojo smut #jjk x you

[jaehyunsbreadbasket]

Dom, Sub, or Switch | Ghostface

Includes Stu, Mickey, Roman, Jill, Amber, Richie, and Ethan

Stu

Sub

Stu's a service top for sure

He'll do anything you say, after all he is very susceptible to peer pressure

He just wants to be good for you because it makes you happy and also because you allow him to cum faster when he behaves

His mind gets so clouded, when you really get him going, he'll agree to anything

He completely shuts his brain off when he's with you, his body is yours for the taking

Mickey

Dom

Nothing turns Mickey on more than having complete control over your body

Constantly testing you to see how far you'll let him go

He knows exactly how to get what he wants out of you

Loves to watch you fall apart for him over and over again

Roman

Switch (Dom leaning)

Roman naturally falls into the dominant role when it comes to his typical hookups

He's quick and bossy, just wanting to get off as soon as possible

But when he really loves you, really feels like you know him, he'll surrender his power to you and fully trust you to take care of him

He has #parentalissues so he'll definitely give you a title of authority that he only uses when he's feeling subby

He's still gonna be a bossy little brat though 90% of the time he subs

Jill

Dom

She's so bossy, Jesus

In the bedroom everything is about her, she's selfish about it

You aren't allowed to cum until she does, and if you do oh boy will you be punished

And Jill's the type that could punish you for hours, she has no limits

She doesn't give a shit about you during sex, you're just a toy for her to use to get off

Amber

Dom

Amber just wants to protect you, take good care of you and make you feel so so good

She's usually quite gentle with you unless you ask otherwise, but she tends to take it slow because she doesn't want to hurt or scare you

Definitely borders on stone top territory because she gets so focused on your pleasure, will even turn you down sometimes when you ask to help her out too

Just give her lots and lots of praise and she'll give it right back to you

Richie

Switch (Dom leaning)

Richie is a bit of a control freak, always wanting to have the upper hand in any given situation

And honestly nothing gets him going quite like having you on your knees for him, completely at his mercy

He's quite open to experiment though and will occasionally allow you to take over

You wanna try out bondage? He's all yours. Don't think he isn't gonna fight you on it though, trying to regain control is half the fun for him when he's subbing

Ethan

Switch (Sub leaning)

He just wants to make you feel good so you'll give him tooonnns of praise

You wanna be fucked hard and called a slut? Done. You wanna edge him for hours and call him your good boy? You got it

As long as you tell him how much you love him and how nobody could make you feel better, he's good

When he doms, he get's so mean. He goes mad with power and will do things totally out of his normal character

When he's subbing he's the sweetest boy in the world, so fucking desperate for you, your perfect baby

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Scream Masterlist

#scream #scream smut #stu macher #stu macher smut #mickey alteri #mickey alteri smut #roman bridger #roman Bridger smut #jill roberts #Jill Roberts smut #amber freeman #amber freeman smut #richie kirsch #Richie kirsch smut #ethan landry #ethan landry smut #ghostface #ghostface smut #ghostface x reader #sub!Stu macher #sub! ethan landry #sub!Roman Bridger #dom!reader #sub!reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #Kinktober #kinktober 2023 #slashers #slasher smut

[thelastharbinger]

DO I NEED TO BUY A DVD PLAYER?!

Update: Hellaur?!

#WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE SO BEAUTIFUL FOR? #NAMOR'S DVD CASE IS ESPECIALLY IS SO BEYOUTIFULLL GOODNESS GRACIOUS FUCK YOU MICKEY MOUSE #damn it i need it #wakanda forever #black panther #bpwf #marvel #mcu #tenoch huerta #namor #namor the sub mariner #k'uk'ulkan #shuri #nashuri #namor x shuri #bp2 #black panther 2

[comicbookcovers]

Submarines!

#comics #submarine #superman #mickey mouse #the beatles #sub-mariner #captain savage

[fritzmybeloved]

Of Diamonds and Pearls

Pairing: Natasha “Phoenix” Trace x Reader x Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia

Plot: A normal night with CEO Natasha and her two subby puppies.

CW: Pet play, d/s dynamic, p in v, oral sex (f!receiving), boot riding, aftercare (no duh)

Word Count: 780 words

!!!!MINORS DNI!!!!

It wasn’t unusual to find Mickey and (Y/N) in this position, at the mercy of Natasha. It was actually quite normal to be found between her legs, her hand tugging on the leashes attached to (Y/N)’s diamond studded collar and Mickey’s pearl studded collar.

“My poor puppies, I’m sorry for being gone for so long,” Natasha said, breathlessly.

(Y/N) and Mickey were eating out Natasha, lips and tongues clashing and meeting near the lips of her cunt and clit. You both were so far gone, but Natasha was quick to yank the leashes, guiding you back to where she needed. Mickey was still eating her out but (Y/N) was sucking her clit. 

Mickey and (Y/N) caused even more stimulation with their moaning and whimpering, getting themselves off on her black leather heeled boots. 

“My beautiful horny puppies,” Natasha whispered, stroking your heads.

She felt herself approaching her orgasm as Mickey and (Y/N)’s whimpers became louder, knowing they were reaching their limit as well. She pulled the leashes to get them away as she pulled them off her boots. Grabbing their faces with her hands she smiled, looking at their glazed over eyes as they whimpered from the loss of stimulation.

“(Y/N) be a dear and come on the bed, Mickey stand up,” Natasha said, holding the leash. 

Mickey got up, wobbly as he stood between her legs while (Y/N) crawled up the bed. Natasha knew he was too far gone so she helped him. Keeping her grip loose on the leash, she grabbed his hips and pulled him towards her cunt.

“Mickey, my lovely pearl, I want you to fuck me, can you do that baby?” Natasha asked sweetly, tapping her nails on his hips.

“Yes ma’am,” Mickey whispered, nodding his head, as he moved his cock into her cunt.

Natasha groaned, clutching his leash as she turned to (Y/N) who was kneeling near her head. She tugged her leash closer.

“I’m gonna eat you out my pretty diamond, can you sit on my face?” Natasha asked in a breathy tone as Mickey finally pushed his cock all the way into her.

“Yes, yes ma’am,” (Y/N) whispered, swinging her legs over Natasha’s head and slowly lowering herself over her mouth.

Natasha tapped (Y/N)’s hips, “Face Mickey for me. I want you both to see each other.” 

(Y/N) whimpered, turning herself to face Mickey as he fucked Natasha. Natasha wrapped the leashes around her hands as she pulled (Y/N) closer by her hips, eating her out and moaning into her cunt as Mickey fucked her.

(Y/N) cried out from the stimulation, moving her hands from Natasha’s stomach to Mickey’s shoulders. Mickey was moaning lowly as he pulled (Y/N) into a sloppy kiss. Their teeth and tongues clashed, drool falling out, both so far gone. Mickey pulled away suddenly, whimpering and groaning loudly.

“Ma’am I’m gonna cum, can I cum, please, please, I’ve been so good, please,” Mickey sobbed out as he kept fucking Natasha.

Natasha tugged his leash three times as she kept eating (Y/N) out as a sign for “yes”. Mickey whimpered, fucking Natasha faster and moving to hold (Y/N)’s hands on Natasha’s stomach.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, oh my-“ Mickey cried out loud as he shot his cum into Natasha, shaking.

Natasha groaned and moved to suck on (Y/N)’s clit, tugging her leash three times to signal she could cum whenever she wanted. (Y/N) cried as she orgasmed over Natasha’s face, clinging to Mickey’s hands. 

As (Y/N) came down from her orgasm she flopped onto the bed.  Natasha helped Mickey pull himself out of her before helping him lie down next to (Y/N). She got up, taking the leashes off first to show the scene was over. She moved to grab some snacks and water from her nightstand, helping Mickey and (Y/N) drink. As she left to grab a washcloth, they both started to whimper. 

“My puppies I promise I’ll only be gone a second okay?” Natasha told them, kissing their foreheads.

She wet some towels and moved to clean Mickey’s dick and (Y/N)’s cunt as softly as possible since they were both still sensitive. She then wiped herself off before finally taking off their collars. She set them aside with the leashes, moving to the center of the bed. Mickey and (Y/N) immediately clung to her. 

“Love you Nat,” (Y/N) and Mickey whispered, groggily.

“I love you both as well, my diamond and pearl,” Natasha whispered, kissing them both as they all drifted into dreamland.

#top gun maverick #top gun maverick smut #natasha trace x reader #natasha phoenix trace x reader #mickey garcia x reader #mickey fanboy garcia x reader #natasha trace smut #mickey garcia smut #this one is to the feral hours people #it's also for the sub mickey lovers and dom natasha lovers #if you both are free on Saturday so am i

[firecrxtch]

Just what you need

Summary: Ian’s in a mood and Mickey needs to shut his brain up

Tags: Ian’s had a day and mickey takes care of him. Top Ian. Bottom Mickey. Gentle dom Mickey.  A little bit of fingers in mouth bc how could I not. Oral sex. Anal sex.

Words: 2,3k

Rating: E

READ ON AO3 

#shamless #gallavich #ian and mickey #sub ian #gentle dom mickey

[wh0lemilk0vich]

I'm feeling feral

Exasperated dom Ian, and bitchy brat sub Mickey

One of Ian's brat-taming Dom triggers is when Mickey misbehaves in mixed company and makes out like Ian doesn't feed him, or let him eat whatever he wants. It stems from two places: Ian loves that Mickey feels less restricted and can get over the childhood food insecurity, but also he loves Mickey's size because it shows that Ian's providing for him. Mickey wants for absolutely nothing. So when Mickey complains about being starving, and playing it up in his dramatic way, especially in front of other people that sets Ian OFF.

So like Ian will go fucking hard as fuck and get Mickey's favorites and stuff the boy silly, until Mickey can behave and he's a little food drunk and groggy and in that good subspace. Ian's got his caveman voice on verbal and cutting in all the ways Mickey likes to be talked to. "I can only put up with so much of this stuff, Mick. Acting like a fucking brat, like I don't fucking feed you. Absolute horseshit. But this is what you want, isn't it? You just want attention. I'll fucking give you attention. Just picked up a bunch of your favorites, since you're so fucking hungry. Let's go big boy, you're not gonna remember what it's like to be hungry for a week when I'm done with you."

Idk something like that. Like I can imagine Ian telling Mickey before a long day of weed money runs that he should eat something substantial because they're going to be out all day and the drops are pretty back to back, but of course Mickey doesn't listen.

They're not even half way through the day when Mickey starts up. He keeps pestering Ian about not filling the van with any snacks or shit, asks to pull in to a McDonald's or something but they're on a tight schedule. But then when they get home or go out later and Mickey starts complaining about their fucking day and how Ian wouldn't stop for fast food so there he is fucking starving. And he's wolfing down his food and stealing off of Ian's plate at whichever yuppy restaurant they're at with their friends. Their friends are all sympathetic with Mickey and telling Ian off (playfully) for not just making the stop and meanwhile Ian's grip on Mickey's shoulder is getting tighter and tighter.

He waits for the conversation between the others to get louder and he leans into Mickey's ear, "Oh you are fucking in for it, you animal. Slow the fuck down, your food's not going anywhere. Finish it here or take it home as leftovers, I don't give a shit, but you'll be finishing everything I'm about to order you and then some when we get home, hungry hungry hippo."

#misha speaks #gallavich #chubby mickey milkovich #chaser ian gallagher #stuffing #brat taming #chubby gallavich #dom/sub gallavich

[gallawitchxx]

✂️ barber!mickey & shaggy!ian ✂️

here's the 10th installment for this week's @galladrabbles prompt: ink by @imikhailotakeyouian

catch up/read in full HERE -- updates weekly!

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“Look down for me,” Mickey instructs, and Ian drops his head down towards the floor.

Towards Mickey’s thighs—thick and straining below ink-black denim.

He hears Mickey chuckle softly, and then there’s a facile finger underneath his chin, lifting until their gaze reconnects.

“Eyes only.”

Mickey’s eyes flick to his mouth and Ian thinks he might die right here in the barber shop.

Cause of death: Overwhelming desire to drop to his knees and peel those jeans clean off.

Mickey drags his finger through red stubble.

“I can clean up this scruff, too. If you want.”

Ian nods, “Please.”

#huge thanks to julissa for talking me off the ledge about repeating the. word 'eye' really close together #& by talking me off the ledge i mean reminding me that she had keeled over at the first line & didn't give a fuck about some repetition #LOLOL #i am a monster #anyway have a little d/s sub!ian for your tuesday #packing a lot into a 10 week haircut #barber!mickey my sweet #shaggy!ian my pet #shameless #galladrabbles #ian x mickey #bee writes 🐝 ✍🏼

[thisdivorce]

you 🤝🏻🤤 me

well written sub!ian.

(also, hey, hello, i love you and that last shifting shadows chapter wrecked me. a bit. but like. in the bestest of ways 🌼🌾)

nosho don’t even get me started! now i have to make a rec list! you’re so right sub!ian is 🤤🤤🤤 and i will hide my flailings in the tags

here are some sub!ian fics i love (some soft, some not so soft):

-freak peak @whatthebodygraspsnot

-when all is said and done @tellmegoodbye

-at attention @squidyyy23

-vacanze romane @mishervellous

-ruined @doodlevich

-conflict of interest - me ajshdhdjd (can i rec my own fic? because i just did!)

-bottom ian fanart (for an art rec) @filorux

#also thanks for loving on shifting shadows 🥰😍 #also sub ian doesn’t always mean bottom ian but i love both #i just think bottom and sub ian is so special! i think isn has difficulty giving up control #like it’s emotional to him almost? #so when he does it’s because he really trusts his partner #he trusted trevor and he trusts mickey! #but also wouldn’t it be funny if mickey was really bad at being a top LOL that would be a hilarious one shot #also i love a bottom who is a dom! tell the top what to do 👏 #anyways! sub ian 🤤 #fic rec

[mrsaltieri-real]

Imagining sub!Mickey has ruined my concentration for the whole week…

I’m gonna be fucking useless till this fic comes out.

Just imaging the reader hovering over Mickey and teasing him with any kind of relief while he tried to regain any composure? It’s too MUUUUUUUUCH

I’m so excited. You’re an Angel and a devil for writing this

It is going ON! I’m gradually getting there, it’s going really well so far and I’m so excited to drop it! Gonna aim to get it out this week so keep an eye out. I’ve got this man I leaking, crying MESS.

#😏 #ugh yum #forced sub Mickey is my new fixation

[caesarclowningaround]

I should've known better than to cheat a friend And waste the chance that I'd been given...

(cw: suicide, abuse; canon-typical things Mickey has been through and done)

#mickey miranda #a dangerous fortune #die pfeiler der macht #fanvid #lmarinelliedit #luca marinelli #someone take paint away from me #or... video editor. either way it's not a good program to use #listen i love this cover #also it's hard to take the og seriously on the internet #even tho it's a gr8 song #sorry for the subs

[jomilky]

I’m obsessed with the idea that Mickey “has to” be fucked by Ian. We all know that Mickeys all over Ian in any universe but the idea of mickey has no choice but to be used by Ian. Ian is the active side and Mickey is the passive side. Ian’s more aggressive and mickey just has to take anything that Ian gives him. I find this trope very hot but I don’t know what is this

They find each other in every universe 😌 They’re the ultimate perfect match 😌

This’s the charm of the sassy scary intimidating one turning out to be the submissive one. He could run his filthy mouth, he could flip his middle finger at everyone, he could beat the shit out of every motherfucker who dares to look down upon him, he has that attitude and he’s ready to FUCK U-UP any minute… but at the end of the day, he’s Ian’s good boy 😌 He loves to be held, to be manhandled, to be used, to be claimed 😌 And he knows liking what he likes doesn’t make him a bitch.

#ask box #mickey milkovich deserves the whole world #and this’s what we call d/s undertone #and idc what ppl say but Mickey is the subbest sub you can find in this whole goddamn world

[teddybeartoji]

☆. contains: 18+ minors dni; virgin!sub!yuuta okkotsu x fem!reader; yuuta is aged up, he gets a hand job in a public place (oops), he calls the reader mommy in the end wc: 2.7k

thinking about giving virgin!yuuta a handjob in the changing room. the poor boy got so hard from you showing off your pretty little outfits to him. he just couldn't help it. he tried to hide it, feeling so embarassed and shameful, because it's so wrong:(( you're his best friend and yet he can't stop having all of these dirty thoughts about you. he even placed the one of your bags onto his lap in an attempt to hide the growing bulge but his red face and trembling hands still gave him away:((((

wanting to play with him a bit more after noticing his big problem, you decided to not close the curtain all the way when you started changing into your next outfit. he tried to not look, to be better but how could he? how could he, when you're bending over in a tiny skirt right in front of him, your lacy panties showing. his eyes grow twice in size and his face is now a deep red shade. his hands are sweating and he's clutching onto the bag on his lap so hard, he might break the thing. he thinks he might die. and it only gets worse when you suddenly raise your head and meet his gaze through the mirror, a smug grin playing on your pretty lips.

"come here."

his mouth falls open. huh?

"w-what?"

this is a dream, right?

and you laugh. laugh! yuuta glances around the room, trying to see if anyone heard that but luckily for him, the store is almost empty and there's nobody close by.

"come here, dummy." you push the curtain open and look down on the poor boy sitting in front of you.

you see him eyeing your body. going up from your feet to your plush thighs to your tummy peeking out between the waistband of your skirt and the tight low-cut top that you have on. he takes notice of the necklace you're wearing, the one that he gifted you for your birthday last year. he tries to swallow the lump in his throat. his eyes continue on to your neck to your jaw to your glossy lips, to your nose and up to your eyes. fuck, your eyes. the way you're looking at him right now is making his heart pound. it's almost triggering his flight or fight response. he feels like he should run, like he's a bit scared? of what, he doesn't really know.

of you?

well, maybe a bit. because right now, he wouldn't even dare to move a muscle unless you said so.

you raise your hand and curl your finger in a 'come here' motion and he stands immediately. like an obedient puppy. he places the bag aside and closes the distance between you two with a couple of uncertain steps.

the prominent tent in his pants catches your eye and you press your thighs together at the sight. taking his slightly sweaty hand into yours, you pull him into the stall, close the curtain behind you and make him face the mirror while you stand next to him and rest your head on his strong shoulder, keeping your eyes on his through the reflection.

in this light you can see how much his pupils have dilated and how red his cheeks really are. his lips are slightly parted and his chest is rising and falling at a fast pace.

you snake your arm around his waist and he tenses.

"is this okay?" you purr at him.

yuuta nods, knowing that if he were to even try to say anything, his voice would betray him.

your hand rests right atop his belt buckle and your other hand slides up his arm, over his bicep. his eyes fall shut and he lets out a loud sigh. your fingers gently grab his jaw and you pull him down just so you can ghost your lips over the shell of his ear. he shudders at the contact.

"do you want this, yuuta, hm? want me to touch you like this?"

he nods again. his painfully hard cock is leaking so much pre-cum already that he can clearly feel himself making a mess in his boxers. your touch is making his nervousness mix with excitement and relaxes into your side.

"yeah? i wanna hear you say it." you squish his cheeks and turn him back to the mirror.

he opens his eyes and he flutters his eyelashes at you, nodding again.

"i-i want it. wan' you to touch me. p-please." his shaky voice warms your lower stomach, a damp patch forming in your lacy panties. you send him a reassuring smile.

"good boy."

the hand resting on his waistband now drops a few inches and your fingers dance over the bulge in his pants. yuuta whimpers and he immediately lowers his head, as if embarrased of the sound he just let out.

"don't be shy, baby. it's just us here right now." you turn to really look at him, trying to make him more comfortable, to let him allow you to do this. your eyes meet and he holds your gaze. your free hand comes up to push the hairs falling in front of his eyes and you keep it there, resting on his hot cheek.

you apply more pressure to him and he closes his eyes again. you can't help but smile at how cute he is. so sensitive.

you trace the outline of his hard cock, drawing small circles on it and his hand finds the hem of your skirt and he bunches it up in his palm, desperately searching for something to keep him more grounded.

"please..." he whines.

"what do you want me to do, hm? tell me exactly what you want and i'll give it to you."

his breath hitches when you fully grab him through his pants.

"i-..." it's hard to focus with you touching him like this. "wan' you to touch me."

you laugh at him again. "i am touching you, aren't i?"

you trace down his jaw and down his neck, feeling his adam's apple bob. you let your hand roam around his chest, taking a mental note at how he shivers when you run your fingers over his hard nipples.

"n-no..."

"no?" you give him a strong squeeze and he lets out another needy whimper.

you're still resting your head against his arm, looking up at the sweet desperate boy with your big lust filled eyes. "i think i have to disagree, yuuta..."

he stares back at you and he looks like he's about to cry. how cute. the fist in your skirt tightens even more and his free hand wraps around your wrist, pressing your palm fully against him.

your teasing chuckle makes his cheeks flare up even more. he's ashamed of how dirty this is and yet he can't stop. nor does he want you to stop.

"want you to-- mmppfh, to make me feel good." he pleads.

"see, that's all i wanted to hear, sweetheart." you caress his cheek again while your other hand goes to unbuckle his belt. you mess around with it for a second too long and he rushes to do it himself with shaky hands. you watch him through the mirror and when he gets rid of the belt and undoes the button and the zipper of his pants, he looks up at you, awaiting for your next move or demand, ready to do whatever you ask of him. you simply offer him a smile.

the hand resting on his thigh slowly makes it way up to his crotch and yuuta sighs.

his big hand skims over your own, not knowing what to do with it. seeing this, you move your hand from his cheek and interlace your fingers with his and he visibly relaxes.

you drag your finger of the waistband of his pants and push them down, exposing the mess underneath.

"is this all for me, yuuta?" you ask in a teasing voice, although you know it's not half the mess in your own underwear.

"only for y-you." yuuta confirms with a sniffle. he squeezes your hand, thinking about how good it feels. holding your hand in his. he wonders if you'll do it again after this. he hopes that you will.

"oh, you're such a good boy, hm? did you like the outfits i was trying on?" you slide your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, nails scraping against his soft skin.

"mhmm. yes, i- i liked them a lot. you looked so pretty." he presses his eyes shut, your burning touch getting closer and closer to where he needs it most but the anticipation is killing him. "you always look so pretty."

your own cheeks flush at his genuine words. you know he means them too, you've seen the way he looks at you, how he tries to steal glances at you whenever you're in a room together. he's a sweet boy. and he's all yours now.

you drag his boxers down so they rest just below his balls and wow, he's big. and pretty. and oh, so hard. the tip is dark pink and oozing pre-cum. it leaks down to his full balls and he really is making a mess. you can't wait to help him clean it all up.

you wrap your fingers around him and you're completely mesmerized by how small your hand looks. you're tempted to put your other hand to use too but yuuta's clinging onto you so tightly, you don't wanna push him away.

he whines at how much softer and warmer your hand is compared to his rough one. how is he supposed to live after this? after feeling your touch, your skin on him. the countless nights he has spent on fisting his cock to the mere thought of you seems absurd now that you're really here.

you slide your thumb over his slit and his eyes shoot open.

"does that feel good, pretty boy?" you ask with a smile.

your words are making his head spin.

pretty boy.

"y-yes. so good." he stutters.

you trace around his tip before giving him a firm stroke and he instantly tenses, his abs flexing under his shirt. your own mouth falls agape at the sight of him, desperation looks good on him. he keeps his head low, messy hair covering his now glossy eyes.

you stroke him a few more times before letting your hand fall down to his balls and cupping them. at that yuuta lets out a very high pitched whine and you're suddenly brought back to reality, to the fact that you're not at home but still at the clothing store, in a random stall.

you think you hear a distant voice and realize you need to do something to shut him up. so you gently pry your hand from his hold, to which he responds with a small pout, and raise it up to his lips and press two of your fingers into his mouth. he keeps eye contact as he closes his lips around them and sucks and you feel your own slick run down your thigh.

"good boy." you whisper to him, feeling him throb in your hand.

you continue pumping him, squeezing at the base of his cock and twisting your wrist when you get to the top. every time you slide your palm over his sensitive tip he groans around your fingers. drool begins to drip from his mouth and it runs down your forearm.

while with the other hand, you press your fingers right under the mushroomy tip and he almost folds over himself.

"here, hm?" you laugh darkly.

he tries to mumble something so you pull your fingers from his mouth, a string of saliva keeping you connected and you see how him staring at it.

"what did you say, sweetheart?"

"p-please... wanna cum. it h-hurts..." he cries out as you keep a steady pace on his cock. the slick sound fills the small stall, accompanied by his shallow breaths. you wish you could record it.

"you wanna cum for me? here in public? didn't know you were like that, yuuta." you giggle and he doesn't understand why he likes that. why is he seemingly getting only harder and harder every time you laugh at him.

"y-yes..." he grabs at your forearm and starts grinding his hips into your fist.

you hold your fist in a tight circle, the perfect little hole for him to fuck. his orgasm is approaching quickly and he feels his pre-cum dripping everywhere. it's all over your hand, his pants and even on the floor.

"please... m-mommy..." his voice comes out so quietly, you almost miss it.

mommy, huh?

suddenly his hips come to a stop and you see through the mirror how his eyes widen and he brings his hand over his face in another wave of embarrassment. cute. you wrap your fingers around him and start stroking him yourself again.

"look at me." you demand. "right now or i'll stop."

his hand drops in an instant and his hazy eyes find yours.

"say it again." you tighten your fist around him and he has to sink his teeth into his wobbly lip to keep the whimpers back. your sudden harsh tone making his eyes water.

"say it."

...

"m-mommy... i'm sorry! i- i didn't mean it, i'm sorry, please, please, don't stop." he starts babbling in desperation, truly afraid that you'll stop. "p-please, i'm s-sorry!"

poor boy.

you speed up and you feel him twitch in your hand. he starts to sway, as if his knees are threatening to buckle. he braces himself with a hand on the wall next to him, his whole body shaking.

"i'm not mad, baby." he looks at you with the most adorable puppy eyes. "i like it. keep saying it, ok? be good for mommy."

"mmppf, yes. i'll be good, i'll be so good for you, mommy. i- just.. s-so close." he can't help but start eagerly fucking into your hand again, his climax approaching fast.

you slap your free hand over his mouth when he starts letting out more whines and whimpers. and you just... admire him, he looks so pretty like this. so focused on his pleasure, eyes shut and eyebrows pinched together, face covered in sweat.

when you feel his hips starting to stutter, you remove your hand from his mouth and grab the collar of his shirt instead to bring him down and press your mouth to his. finally. it takes him a moment to understand what's happening before he's trying to kiss you back but everything is starting to overwhelm him. your hand on him, your mouth on him, you on him. fuck. it's all too much.

"ah! i'm gonna-- mmmhm, gonna cum, mommy. can i cum? please, can i cum for you mommy?" he slurs into your mouth as tears begin falling from his eyes, staining his and your cheeks.

suddenly you disappear from his grasp and he opens his eyes only to see you kneel down in front of him with your mouth wide open. his hands fly to your hair, but he doesn't push, no, he doesn't dare to do that. he just keeps them there, shakily pushing stray hairs back behind your ears. and the second you take him into your warm mouth, he fills it with his even warmer cum.

"t-thank you, mommy. ahh... f-feels so good."

your one hand continues pumping him while the other goes to massage his balls. your lips stay closed around his sensitive tip as you try to swallow everything he's giving you. but it's a lot. he's shaking above you, moans spilling from his swollen lips but his eyes are on you. he wants to remember this forever.

and he will remember this forever.

he will remember the way your eyes shine up at him. how beautiful you look down on your knees, mouth full of him. how it feels when you gag around him, when you moan around him. how your tits look from this angle. your thighs. he just might ask you to marry him after this.

you keep on sucking, milking him for all he has to offer you. some of his cum starts to spill from the corners of your mouth, down your chin and onto the necklace he got you.

...

is he getting hard again?

#wtf mickey can write #cutie #started reading the manga today if anybody is wondering where this came from lmao #okkotsu yuuta #dom!reader #sub!yuuta #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk smut #okkotsu yuuta drabble #okkotsu yuuta smut #okkotsu yuta x reader #yuuta #yuuta okkotsu x reader #subby boys #okkotsu yuuta x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader #yuuta smut #x dom reader

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⭒ the girl with the tattoo (ii) - pt 1 here!!

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : matt is still a grumpy ass but y/n can't seem to get him off of her mind.

warnings : idk uhhh matt’s rude but in a love hate kinda way 😋! also alcohol/drinking (i headcannon everyone 21+!)

mickey speaks : shes finally hereeeee and shes kinda long. im hoping to post more consistently!! luv u guys enjoy <3 ignore the fact that the pic above has a yt girl in it this story is for everyone i promise !!!! i just liked the little green vibe ok? ok.

THIS IS PART TWO GO READ PART ONE FIRST DUH!!!!

AND of course you see matt again.

only a month ago, you were introduced and forced to spend an hour of your time in close proximity to him, no matter his disinterest. yet, also, only a month ago, were you gifted with the cutest tiny tattoo that continues to surprise you a little whenever you lift your shirt before a warm shower.

it hasn’t bothered you nearly as much as you'd assumed - only disrupting your life with the caution you now take to avoid irritating the skin at your lower stomach. though some nights you grow lazy, you’ve maintained a very disciplined attitude of incorporating time in your morning and nightly rituals to ensure the tiny hello kitty inked on you is properly cared for.

contrary, your interactions with matt bothered you far more than you assumed. your sub-concious must've held onto your attempts to break past his careless attitude (that greatly opposed your own people-pleasing nature) just to pettily haunt you. but you've you forced yourself to get over it at this point. you just had to after one night, the week following your tattoo appointment (and after a long day of rude professors and pretentious customers blaming you for their own mistakes), you broke down to andrea:

you sniffle before your voice breaks again, "everyone's just mean. and- and i was so fucking annoying last saturday. it keeps playing over in my head. i'm so embarrassed and i just know he hated me, but i dont know why?! i thought i was nice enough. he could've just smiled or maybe just- i-"

andrea pauses from petting your head, "honey, you're not still talking about the guy who tatted you, right?" you look up at her from your head's soft spot in her lap with glossy eyes and a quivering lip.

"dre-" you choke.

"oh my god! no! y/n, you can't take shit like that personal. not everyone enjoys talking or happiness for that matter, you can't hold on to something like that. i promise he's not too hung up on it himself." she wipes away one of your pitiful tears.

and here he is, standing across the room from you at a party.

you definitely did not expect to see matt (who’s mild attitude was clearly fueled by socializing) in this scene but you guess that la parties are just like that. as long as you know someone who knows someone you’re easily in, that's how you tend to get into these events at least. though an insta stalk would tell you matt has enough clout to get himself in, he and his brothers have built quite the brand for themselves among la socialites.

once your eyes spot him over the shoulder of some guy who just introduced himself to you, they can’t seem to move. you watch as matt smiles for a photo with a few others. matt. smiles. okay, so maybe it was a you problem. he doesn’t hate everyone maybe just you.

though, your thoughts are denied as quickly as his face drops. he doesn’t even care to look at how the image may have turned out like the rest of the group. instead, his eyes opt to watching the people around him as he sips his weak drink.

great, now you’ve become the weirdo watching him watch other people.

until his eyes catch your cautious yet curious stare from across the room. your cheeks heat and you’re immediately shifting your eyes back to the man in front of you.

matt almost smirks at his luck. no fucking way the scared sweetheart he’d tattooed just a few weeks ago is here. he looks away when someone lays a hand on his shoulder to bring him back into the conversation. you're surprised that he continues to look back over to you after adding his input.

the guy finally acknowledges your disengagement with the story about his new motorcycle and turns to see what exactly you’re staring at. he sees matt and turns back to you, “you know him?”

“yeah. well not like know-know we only met once, he gave me a tattoo.”

“oh, cool,” he looks back over to matt and turns back to you once again, “is he bothering you?”

your face scrunches initially, “no, it’s fine.” you smile at him, not wanting to give him the impression that matt did anything but exist (which apparently is enough to capture your attention).

“good. wanna go grab another drink and tell me more about this tattoo?” a charming smile morphs on face and you nod your head easily, taking his hand and leading him towards the bar outside of this large home. and away from matt.

“two-” you look over to the man beside you, “wait is this an open bar?” you ask him genuinely and he laughs a little at your aloofness.

“yeah,” he nods.

“perfect, we’ll take two kamikaze shots pretty please!” you smile at the bartender who seems to be enjoying her night quite a bit and squeeze his hand when you realize it’s still in your own. he looks down at your attached hands then back to you.

you turn your body to face him more directly and lean up to his ear, cupping your hand and whispering, “i’m so sorry, i think i forgot your name.” you were starting to feel bad and just had to confess.

you lean back and bite your lip to hide an awkward smile, and he somehow smiles harder than he already was, “it’s-”

“ashton!” you hear a voice yell hurriedly and now some dark haired guy is pulling him away from you and repeatedly saying “code red!” in his face. and suddenly, without any indication he’d enjoyed your short lived time together, he’s gone.

you try not to sulk but he was an attractive guy with easy conversation, so you at least hoped to get his number by the end of the night.

instead, you’re left leaning against the bar hoping those shots come around soon. you decide to update your friends on your night:

Y/N

cute guy lefttttt :(

REMI

noooooo he was so cute 😫

Y/N

don’t remind me

ANDREA

where r you now???

Y/N

outside bar, im waiting on shots

Y/N

come find me💔💔

your head shoots up from your phone when three guys practically ram themselves into the bar near you, a few people around them laughing obnoxiously.

"god damnit, chris! we said we were going slowly!"

"shhhh. you are so loud, matt!"

“excuse me, can we get some water? none of the sparkles or bubbles and shit, just water, please.”

“next time i'm speaking for myself! what if i wanted the bubbles?”

you lean your head a little to get a full view of the three recognizable faces. chris, with his arms dangled over his two brothers’ shoulders clearly obliterated and slurring his words (but excited to be there nonetheless). a blonde one, you haven’t gotten the chance to meet yet, with two nose piercings and a commanding voice. and matt, with his signature pout, even poutier now that chris’ weight is causing him to hunch over slightly. you guess you were bound to run into them.

you wonder if andrea was right in saying matt hadn’t held onto your exchange. you wonder if when he saw you earlier he remembered you for your friendly smile rather than your annoying nagging. or did he even remember you at all? did he only look at you because you were staring him down first? okay, where the fuck are those shots?!

“no way!" you hear chris’ voice screech upon recognizing you from across the bar, "y/n!?”

you look over and see him shockingly excited to see your face again. you smile in an attempt to not allow your nerves about matt get to you. you are never one to deny a conversation after all.

“oh my god! hi!” you reply as chris unwraps himself from his brothers and moves closer to you.

“how’s your tat treatin’ you?” his eyes express so much excitement he reminds you of a little kid. you’re very flattered to see someone feel so much emotion due to your mere presence.

“oh, it’s still so cute, no regrets so far. i love it.” you smile and he nods while you’re speaking.

he turns around and sees his brothers and a few friends remaining in the other side of the bar talking amongst themselves. ���yo, get the fuck over here! why are you guys so far?” he encourages them with a hand wave.

you wave as well, trying not to be a total stranger- even if you are.

the blonde guy leads them over and hands chris a glass of water that must’ve been waiting on him.

“cheers,” chris smirks and takes a sip before a disgusted look takes over his face, “gross. my god! why do they make this shit so bland?”

the blonde boy rolls his eyes in amusement, mumbling, "just drink it," before approaching you kindly. "hey, i’m nick by the way."

“y/n, nice to meet you! i met chris and matt when i got my tattoo done at your shop a while ago.” you explain kindly.

before nick can get another word in a female voice is squealing, “you’re y/n?! hi, i’m asha, i don't know if your remember but we talked on the phone that one time!” a tanned girl with soft cheeks and dark loose curls moves herself in front of the boys.

“of course i remember, how could i forget that insane frog story? it's so nice seeing you in person finally!” you gush.

suddenly chris is beaming, “aww wait guys this is so cute! i’m feeling like we should all hug!” he nods to his brothers who are quick to shake their heads no.

“i don’t think..” nick starts.

“nooo! let’s hug!” chris argues and opens his arms wide gesturing for everyone to hug him.

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after sharing a very drunk and messy group hug you all continue to talk until chris finally blurts, "i gotta go pee so bad guys, " he laughs, "but i need people with me because if i walk in on someone puking, then what? i'll die from my severe" (its not severe at all) "emetophobia and no one will ever know?"

you and asha (who you've found is actually so similar to you) both laugh at his crisis.

matt just breathes a laugh.

"chris, there’s no reason to go further with the fear factor when no one said they wouldn't come with you. i’m coming, so you're not gonna die, let's go." nick shakes his head.

“you don’t understand, nick i would be dead and covered in- i can’t even say it, dude,” chris’ voice fades as they walk away.

"wait, i'll walk with you guys inside! 'm... getting cold out here!" asha suddenly says removing herself from your side and waving goodbye with a drunk smile.

"it's not cold at all, she's trippin'" matt speaks watching her run and practically jump onto nick, causing the three laugh while leaving the crowded yard.

you just shrug and lean onto the bar again, making eye contact with the bartender who looks as if she only just remembered your existence but also seems to mentally question where the other guy went and how you managed to replace him that quickly.

"are you always so nice about everything?" matt questions, leaning his forearms on the bar, still looking at you.

"what?" you look over to him now, feeling almost sick at his proximity.

he mocks you with a high tone in his voice, "'it's soooo nice to meet you! it's soooo nice seeing you!' it sounds exhausting, to be honest."

"didn't realize having manners got you jail time," you breathe.

"and i never said it did."

"well, i don't have to be nice to you if it bothers you so much," you shrug.

"aw, sunshine, you'd do that for me? you're too sweet." he almost laughs at his own sarcastic comment.

you lick your bottom lip out of habit, "why are you still here? don't you have friends you should be ignoring?" you hope he can't tell just how frustrated he's making you.

“you must think you know me.”

“i know you don’t like me.”

“wrong, again.” he smiles and points his finger at you.

“oh, you just don’t like anyone then?”

he glances away before responding, “what's the fun in telling you?”

you huff in defeat, wanting nothing more than those shots right now. though your subconcious hopes the bartender continues to prioritize her flirting customers over you just so you can continue this addicting back and forth with matt.

"you know, that’s the thing with people like you. you think everyone owes you everything." he shakes his head.

"people like me?” you scoff under your breath, “matt, why are you still here?"

he can pick out the offense in your tone, "oh shit, that was true? i was fucking with you, sunny!"

"you don't know anything about me," you laugh and shake your head.

"alright there are those kamikaze shots for you! so sorry about that major delay, honey!" the bartender sets the shots in front of the both of you and smiles at you apologetically.

"don't worry about it, thank you!" you hand her a spare five dollar bill from your back pocket.

when she's gone you finally notice matt's widened eyes.

"what's up with your face, now?"

"you gave her a tip for pouring you some rankydank, fuckin' low level shots after you've waited long enough for her to apologize?" he seems genuinely shocked.

"she only makes money off of tips," you roll your eyes, picking the shot up and gesturing towards the second shot for him to take.

"that's all you," he raises his hands towards his chest.

"oh my god, do it, matt."

he shakes his head and points to you, "you take your shot, sweetheart."

"i knew you wouldn't, pussy," you say under your breath before smirking as you down the alcohol you've been craving since you first saw his face.

upon your insult matt is immediately taking the shot along side you. and just as both of your faces adjust to the taste, matt's phone begins to vibrate.

he grabs it and you attempt to hide your own curiosity by asking the bartender for a lime to suck on (not daring to ask for alcohol again because you simply don't want to be hung up at this bar for any longer).

"yeah, yeah still here," matt plays with his bottom lip and looks down at you with your mouth full of lime. he thinks you look pretty adorable, especially under the blush pink fairy lights hanging above the bar. "'kay, i'll be quick. alright, nick. i will. bye."

he puts his phone away and wipes his mouth, "that shit was fucking vile, by the way."

"okay, drama queen."

"mhm," his face falters back into his usual pout, "well i gotta go, but, um, nick wanted me to invite you to this get together thing we host at the warehouse, it's in like a month but, you know, come if you want." he shrugs.

"tell him of course i will, but only because he asked." you smile sarcastically.

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ANDREA - 12:39 AM

y/n where are you we are both so confused rn help

ANDREA - 12:45 AM

hellooo????

ANDREA - 12:47 AM

GIRL WE'RE OUTSIDE AND WE DONT SEE YOU TF

Y/N - 1:06 AM

WHERE ARE U GUYS RN I JSUT SAW TATTOO GUY AGASSN IM LOSUNG MY MIND JUST A LUTTLE BIT

Y/N - 1:06 AM

I WAS AT THE OTHER OITSIDE BAR IN THE FRONT(?) YARD!!!!! but its ok im gonba find u guys

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a few days later matt comes across your instagram story, forgetting he had followed you in the first place. it was a picture of you and your friends from the same night he had seen you again. it's a simple mirror photo where you're all smiling but besides your soft skin and cute outfit, matt's attention focuses on frank ocean's pyramids playing over the story.

you see the notification later that day when you finally get time on your phone:

matthew.sturniolo liked your story

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