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It's settled then... drinks at my place after work. 🥰🥂

I think this is going to be wonderful... you and me. We got this. 💕💋⚘️

Great view!! 😊💕💋

Open spaces

Three is never a crowd... your queen deserves more than just what you can give her... show her how much her pleasure means to you both. 💕⚘️

Belkide sana sürpriz bir misafirimiz olur?

Good morning!! waking up with my two favourite people... 💕⚘️

Three is never a crowd... Surprise her, excite her, enjoy her.

Watching her being enjoyed is exhilarating! 🥰⚘️

Three is never a crowd. Sometimes... she just wants to watch... and that's just fine as well. 😊💕⚘️

contemplating the day... 🥰⚘️

Three is never a crowd... Monogamy has no place in today's world.

Nobody owns anyone... we should ALL be free to enjoy whatever pleasures we desire. 🥰⚘️

Any husband interested in sharing DM wife

Three is never a crowd... I luv to kiss him in front of her! 💋🥰

It's all about looking smart... how you wear it shows you are a confident person.

You will be surprised how many boys notice. 💕⚘️

Us boys need some alone time as well. 🥰🤭

Three is never a crowd! Excitement is the key. She is the centre of our attention, and we NEVER keep secrets. Remember... those who play together, stay together. 🥰⚘️💕

Three is never a crowd. I do love it when all the boys hang out together... 🥰🫶💕

Cuddle Puddle

I wash your back... well... you can wash whatever you like... 😏🥰

Boys night in... who knows... she might catch us in shower... wouldn't that be wonderful! 🥰⚘️🫶

alien [y.j.]

jeongin × male reader (afab)

word count: 1362 / characters count: 5800

content: transboys feelings, dysphoria, depression thoughts, anxiety, fluffy, comfort

after a long day of training for a comeback, yang jeongin arrives at home and sees his boyfriend struggling. that's a work for 'super-boyfriend-material'!

While Y/n is in the kitchen room, the front door was knocked by a familiar sequence. The boy stands and walks to the living room. After a fast inhale-exhale session, he opens the door.

- Hey, baby.

Jeongin give a forehead kiss at Y/n, then takes out his sneakers to put on comfortable shoes. While this scene was happening, his boyfriend walked to the coach with his arms crossed.

The singer gave a look at Y/n, who offered a small smile. Seeing this as an invitation, Jeongin walks closer to his boyfriend, arms open to a hug.

- Hm... I haven't taken a shower yet, Innie. Later, okay? Go put your stuff in the bedroom while I prepare your meal.

Jeongin stepped back and looked at Y/n's face. He gives an upside-down look at him, looking for anything that explains the act of his love.

- Are you okay, sweetheart?

The man puts his arms beside his body and closes his hand. With a little movement of his mouth, he articulates an answer.

- Nothing to worry, baby. You have too much going on, so mind your business - he does a small smile - Go take a shower, baby. I'm going to the kitchen.

- Sure?

Y/n, who had already turned the back, looked behind and nodded.

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In the middle of the night, Jeongin wakes up in his bed, swearing. He was having a bad dream. At this, he was running at some maze for something that he couldn't achieve. It doesn't matter how much he tried. He wouldn't be able to see what that version of him was trying to put his hands in.

The bed has the perfect size for a couple. Looking at the white-coloured space, everything he can see is the light of the moon passing through the clouds, buildings, and window. Of course, that satellite must have been so strong to keep illuminating humanity!, he thinks.

Washing his thoughts away, he looked at the empty place beside him. Empty place... where Y/n should be. Taking his blanket out, he put the comfort slipper at the bed and stood up to search for his love.

At the door, he saw the lights of the principal bathroom on. He knows it is his boyfriend, so he silently walks until the door to discover what is going on.

At the bathroom, Y/n is in front of the big mirror, his face only being illuminated by the lantern of the cell phone. His face is a bit contorted and his expressions are dour to read. Looking at his eyes, it’s easy to figure out that Jeongin’s lover probably is trying hard not to cry.

- Damn, this shitty again… Not now.

The man takes off his shirt slowly, and doesn't look like he really wants to do this. The piece of cloth is folded delicately, and Y/n keeps his eyes far away from the reflex next to him. When he finally ends, he hesitantly raises his sight to what is in front of him.

- I have been doing this for years, right? - boy talks to himself - nothing new. I just need to… take a shower.

Right. Y/n suddenly put his hand in the zipper of the binder. In one long movement, he takes the shit off.

He breathes deeply.

The boy has been wearing the binder since the morning. He knows it isn’t healthy and Jeongin had already warned about the consequences, but what else can he do? He is feeling gross, but mastectomy is an expensive surgery and the only thing that could help him.

1, 2, 3: inhale; 3, 2, 1: exhale; 1, 2, 3: inhale; 3, 2, 1: exhale; 1, 2, 3: inh-

- I can’t! - Y/n suddenly admits, humming - I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I… can’t live like this. I can't anymore with all the this struggle.

The younger one steps back to the wall while embracing himself. He slides dramatically until put his head between his knees. His tears fall through his skin and the shoulders keep trembling like leaves.

Jeongin makes a soft sound to Y/n notice him - the singer doesn’t want to exceed privacy limits. Due to that action, the crying one wiped away his tears. Yang sits beside his lover, but doesn’t dare to raise his eyes and makes Y/n uncomfortable.

- Tell me, please, baby. How are you?

- I must look like a loser. - he does a nasal laughter - It’s bullshit.

- Y/n. Look at me - he approaches his fingers to his boyfriend’s legs - I won’t look at you until you make sure you are fine. Let me help you, please. Help me to understand better what you are feeling.

Boy moves his mouth. He extends his arm until the small bench to takes his large t-shirt, and wears it.

- Have you ever felt like you don’t fit some place?

- I think so.

- And how did you deal?

- I quit. As long as I was not the problem, I chose to be myself somewhere.

The boy searched for Jeongin’s eyes. The idol raises his sights and finally looks into the other’s soul. He can feel the pain, but also the passion. Not only for him, but for life. As he notices, he makes a signal to Y/n keep talking.

- I feel like this. Everyday. But not for a specific site like my workplace, or the beach, or my family's house… everywhere. And I guess I would feel it in the whole world.

“To be really honest, never in my life I felt belonged. Everywhere I go, I can feel the judging eyes of everyone. And if they are nor judging, they don't care about who I am and simply treat me as they think it’s better for them. Even if the world it’s changing and nowadays it’s definitely better than the past, it still hurts. It’s like… we fight really hard to be heard - and sometimes we find someone good, as you - but if a cis male suddenly talks shit about about us, everyone will turn their back to us. Even the ones that used to say that are ‘trans rights alie’. It seems that we never are the first option. Despite everything, if we demonstrate some weakness, we are wrong, Or ungrateful. But no one tries to look with empathy for us. Pretending to be strong every time sucks. And I am honestly tired.”

Jeongin breathes away the air he is holding into his lunges. He does a timid movement with his hands trying to touch his boyfriend while waiting for him to respond. When the boy finally gives permission to be touched, he is tied in a tight hug with the right to receive cafuné.

They stay in this position for minutes or hours, they doesn't really perceive it as long as they are only sharing the human warmth and innocent kisses. Y/n once wanted to cry, but now he feels safe in his lover’s arms.

- Baby - Jeongin started to talk - I just need to make you understand that nothing is wrong with you. Absolutely nothing. The world is unjust, so what you feel is valid. But please, never think that the problem is you. It isn’t. Every time you ever feel like this again, let me know. Even if I am busy, I will always try to have time for you. You are in my life and make me feel alive. The minimum I can do is to male you feel at least 300% of my love. You are worth it, right? Always. I love you, and love lasts forever.

Boy lets some happy tears fall.

They take a shower together. They innocently wash and soap the body of each other, giving slight smiles. When they end, they brush their hairs and teeth and prepare to sleep.

It was the first good night of Y/n this week. And also the first at four nights that Jeongin felt peaceful enough to let a creasing anxiety leave him. With loved people, a light heart, and good thoughts, they could go anywhere they wanted to be anyone that they wanted to. Or were they dreaming…?

It doesn’t matter. As long as they were together, nothing could hurt them.

"Yori, stupid me fell in love with your sunny smile. So when i found out that you swallowed a lot of poison from your father's fists palms as daily food; friendly with the attitude of a group of bastards, the incarnation of satan, i was angry at the universe and unknowingly ruined the lives of good people who didn't deserve it. But, Yori, isn't it worth it? Now i can protect you from vile criminals who never understands us, and hear your soft laughter whenever i'm thirsty. No need for your beauty to be painted with bruises anymore. You don't have to stare resignedly at a dozen arrogant faces with pain that you feel so numb that you can't feel it. You just need to hold my hand and stay with me until the world gets tired of spinning. Having you is more than enough to understand why fate wanted me to be born on Earth." - Minato

So, here’s a random thought...

For my English class we’re reading Shakespeare’s “Romeo & Juliet”. While reading the writers work I had an epiphany or a strike of inspiration (or something like that) and I thought what if there was another way to tell the story.

So, here’s my idea I think there should be a retelling of the story through Mercutio’s stand point or point of view, but here’s the plot twist..... Mercutio is in love with Romeo! It would be a story of friendship, forbidden and unrequited love, pinning, tragedy, and so much more. Romeo being in love with Juliet and Mercutio standing by cheering on his friend while also pinning for Romeo to look at him with those eyes he sees Juliet with. The ones full of love and determination to be with one another. It would be a heartbreaking and unexpected retelling of the Shakespearean romance.

Anyway that just an idea I have. I hope you like it and maybe even be inspired by it. I also would like to recommend you read “Romeo & Juliet” it’s a really good play or book.

But’s that’s just my opinion. (・ε・) (or idea idk)