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skitskatdacat63 · 14 days

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Happy 5/14!!!!

Aaaaahh not sure if this is my best work 😭 I just really wanted to draw smth for vettonso day but my brain hasn't really been functioning well LOL so I kept dreading working on this, especially bcs its so important to me, y'know? I hope it's good????? I'm happy with the concept, but I was just so unsure on so many of the angles and it was killing me. I did the color thing bcs I thought it'd add something interesting to it :) since I didn't paint it as I usually would

Anyways! Process!

Now I will explain all of them:

Boy king au is where it all starts of course. I think their relationship is the most developed in this compared to the others, but at the same point, they just start from such a different point, especially affection-wise. All of these kinda have a power dynamic, except the last one, and this is the most imbalanced. Fernando is being subservient, the only part of Seb he may kiss(in public lol) is his hand.

Matador au next. They hurt themselves when they try to be affectionate, because they live in the culture of a sport of violence and death. The sword separates them, their love for the sport keeps them apart, in fear that they hurt each other. Seb, yet again, looks down upon Fernando. Seb haunts Fernando's whole career, the constant overhanging presence. Also aside from that, shame that you can't see his three musketeers look bcs of the black background 😔

2012 core!!! I think this one is pretty easy to understand. Both of them often kiss their trophies, more so than any driver. So they're both trying to claim the wdc trophy by kissing it. Maybe you guys should just get rid of the trophy altogether and claim each other! But yes, just like the sword in the matador au one, the trophy and their ambitions divides, keeps them from ever bridging the vast gap between them, at least at that point in time.

The conclusion! Aka what I wish we will get at Imola 2024- kidding kidding. But it is 2024. Finally there is no conflict between them, there's no big thing keeping them in conflict, they can finally come together. Finally they can touch, there is no gap to bridge, they can appreciate each other, and appreciate what they failed to in years past.

The thesis is basically that they always have their aspirations between them, and their aspirations happen to be basically the same thing. Until those are resolved, the gap between them is too vast for them to recognize and/or find any commonality. How do you get along with someone when you're both fighting for the same thing? How do you get along when it feels like one of you is winning more? How do you get along when there's such a vast gap?

In boy king au, it's going to take a while before they both feel settled about the issue of the throne. That's what makes that au interesting, they're trapped in this state of non-closure and they have to actually solve their issues without the matter of one of them simply removing themselves from the equation. They have to find a way to get over themselves and their aspirations, because like it or not they're stuck with each other. I think with the hand kissing, it represents how Fernando, at that point, is only willing to play along with the game if it's tradition, and he often won't budge in other ways. Yes, I will show subservience, but only in this detached, formal way that I don't connect personally to. He's still holding his own bitterness over meaningfully appreciating Seb. Though it's not like Seb isn't at fault. It takes a while for him to not hold things over Fernando, and constantly humiliate him. One day they will meaningfully show affection, and it won't be some sort of power play.

I think matador au is pretty similar to real life, and the 2010s era(it's basically just their actual plot line but in the context of bullfighting.) They're forever going to have this big elephant in the room, and it only really gets resolved when one of them leaves the sport. Once they're not fighting directly against each other, they realize what they've been missing out on and what they were not appreciating for so many years beforehand. They finally come together because they can't just rely anymore on the sport keeping them together. They actually have to make that step to be in each other's lives, rather than just taking their presence for granted.

Also the text on the comic. "We keep missing, and missing, and missing, and finally kissing." It's basically: we keep missing the point of it all, we keep failing to appreciate each other presence in our lives and in our own individual grand stories. But when we're not forced together anymore, we have to make the choice to come together again ourselves. We keep missing what we actually need to do. Missing each other in favor of our aspirations. Etc etc. One day we will finally embrace and there will be nothing keeping us apart.

#hahaha im more proud of what i wrote under the cut so make sure to read that!#im happy w the concept but the art hurt my brain so its not my best work i dont think #i also never draw kissing #so please take my token of actual shippy affection for once #VETTONSO DAY!!!!!!!!!! AAAAHH #man im glad i realized that last wk bcs i think i wouldve never recovered if i didnt draw smth for it #tho thsts why i think i kinda dont like this drawing 😭#the process was rly stressful to me bcs im like I HAVE TO FINISH THIS #its my national holiday and i must pay my dues 🤧🤧#but im happy abt the plotline of this all :)#sigh. when will vettonso truly stop missing and actually start kissing #i rly hope 005's art and mine works as some sort of sacrifice so we get pics of them together from imola #like PLEASE guys if theres literally one thing you could do for me. it would make my year. genuinely #i just need that shock again of japan 23. just the completely unexpected pictures #cmon lets have a meetup of aston failboys as they look upon the amr24 and commiserate #^ see exactly the point of this art. they have this bridging them together.#conflict that keeps them together and that they can relate to rather than dividing them #conflict is not man vs man anymore. it's man vs car 😔#f1 #formula 1 #sebastian vettel #fernando alonso #vettonso #catie.art.#catie.rambling.txt

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ilonacho · 8 months

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i miss having time for fandom😔

#btw i forgot to mention i went to see saw x recently #i went to a dead mall after work and i was COMPLETELY by myself in the theater it was the best ever #movie was also the best!! no spoilers but def up there w/ saw n saw vi #but anyway. kinda on that note watching saw has p much been the only halloweeny thing ive had time for this month. sigh #i hate how much of my time work takes like when i come home i have to take care of shit n shower n eat and then its already 8pm #so i only have a couple hours before i gotta go to bed to do it all over again #even if i have a couple hours its not enough to draw :( i miss drawing #ive been working on some oc stuff at work and by that i mean thinking of lore and drawing quick doodles on receipt paper #but thats abt it lol #weve been catching up w/ the great north (god its so good. i forgot how damn good it is)#n bobs burgers n the simpsons. and theres still more were behind on #but i miss it!!! i miss drawing fanart and my faves n my sonas lmao!!#especially my simpsona😔 2020 was something id never had that much lore for a sona #AND I MISS IT!!!!!!#ughh dont mind me just been on my mind a lot #stupid capitalist hellscape

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bitterpngs · 1 year

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[ID: a panel featuring maki, yuuta, and toge. yuuta looks awkward while the others look irritated. yuuta is waving. / end ID].

help i keep adding onto this comic. i’m never going to finish gghbgnhsbanwm it was supposed to be a few pages 🥹🥹

#wip #it’s 7 rnnnnn #ik i have these three here but it’s mostly centered on yuuta #also im having so much fun drawing maki i miss drawing her sm #i want to see if i can work on another piece w the zenin twins i have something in mind #well #idk how well i’ll be able to execute it 😔 the pose i’m thinking of might be hard for me #hmm #if not i think i might try doing something simple #i say all of this as if i have time T_T god i dont thurs was the day off i gave myself #unless i can miraculously get stuff done ahead of time :’)#sigh #this is an au btw idk how clear it is

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mayoiayasep · 13 days

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my final message to the world. beaming madamayo into all of your brains

#enstars tag #sigh. i miss themmmm #i dont even know when their last interaction was....the mayohaji tour isnt fully translated + idk where to find a translation of mayoi's #-recent 3 star. 😔 saddddd. sadddddddddddd #i really just gotta draw more so i can finally draw them....i can only hink so much withoutbmy braihn exploding

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4byun · 5 months

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#oh sure give the intern 5 projects to submit in one DAY :)#and most of the full time employees went home already… 👍🏼#I told them I cannot promise I’ll finish them all lmao it’s not my fault you give me less than 5 hours to work with :)#my eyes feel like they’re gonna EXPLODE.. alternating between drawing their illustrations and making stickers for them my. Wrists . rip.#oh and I’m also not getting paid ://#sigh.. anyway. i miss my beautiful wife. hoping i pop up in her dreams 😔

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soaringthroughthegalaxy · 6 months

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For soft/fluffy/comforting prompt ideas, could you do something with Crosshair and his lady, like she's been struggling with high blood pressure and associated symptoms (headaches especially during stressful moments, pounding heart, short of breath) and she's supposed to be taking it easy while they wait for the medications to come in? Just him being sweet and soft and concerned?

Thank you so much for the request, anon. I hope this hits the spot. Writing Soft!Cross is always a good time.

I’m sending you all my love if you're struggling with this. I fell down a little research rabbit hole, and it doesn’t sound fun at all 😔

Equilibrium

When your body betrays you, there’s no one else in the galaxy you’d rather have at your side.

Pairing: Crosshair x f!reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: reader struggles with high blood pressure and the associated symptoms, Soft!Cross, established relationship, kisses, care and comfort, fluffy sweetness, some playful banter, Cross has some minor negative self-thoughts but we chase those away.

“And another one, kitten.” The slow slink of Crosshair’s voice offered you reassurance, slender fingers drawing soft circles on your thighs as you followed his instructions and took another deep breath.

It was Zhellday night, and you’d been getting ready to head out when the dizziness had started. You’d made it to the edge of the bed, calling out for him as you sat down before you’d had to shut your eyes in a desperate attempt to stop the planet from spinning. The shortness of breath quickly followed, your chest feeling like it was trapped in a vice as your heart pounded. You hated that the most – feeling like you couldn’t breathe.

It broke Crosshair’s heart whenever you went through this. You were so strong and had made it through so much in life, and yet it was your own body that caused you the most grief. “That’s it. You’re doing so well.” He soothed.

“I hate this.” You whine, fingers gripping the bedsheets for dear life as you will away the discomfort.

What he would give to take it away from you or to at least be able to warn you when it was about to happen. Instead, all he could do was watch as the woman he loved the most battled with her own body and be on hand with medication and comfort. His brows furrowed, lips pressing into a line. “I know, I know.” He muttered, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze.

“We’re gonna be late for dinner.” You sigh, frustration bubbling under the surface. Ever since you and Crosshair got your little place in Lower Pabu, you’d visit his siblings for dinner and games night every Zhellday. It was the highlight of your week.

“We don’t need to go,” Crosshair states, though he knows you’ll protest. You should be taking it easy until the doctor at the island’s clinic can determine the underlying cause of your high blood pressure. Although he bit his tongue whenever it came up, Crosshair couldn’t help but wonder if it was from the years of stress – of keeping him and his brothers alive during the war.

You knew you should be resting, but the thought of missing out on life was frustrating. You’d already lost so many years to the war, and for a while, you’d also thought you’d lost Crosshair. But now you could live normally, back with the man you loved. “I want to go.” You state firmly, eyes still closed as you focus on your breathing.

“Stubborn.” Amusement curled around the word, and Crosshair couldn’t hide the smile that tugged at his lips.

Letting out a small huff at the gentle teasing, your heart wasn’t just pounding now from your condition. It didn’t take much for the magnetic force of a man crouching in front of you to make your heart race – and his teasing had always hit the spot. “Pot meet kettle.”

The low rumble of Crosshair’s laugh filled the room, and your chest no longer felt so tight, breaths coming easier as the medication he’d brought you started to work its magic. Slowly, you opened your eyes, Crosshair’s hawkish gaze locked on you.

The splitting pain in your head had you screwing them shut again quickly, dragging in a quick breath as a noise of discomfort slipped from your lips. Everything had been blurry around the edges, which hadn’t helped the dizziness. “Nope. Not good.” You mumble, sighing in frustration.

“You wound me,” Crosshair replied playfully, knowing full well you hadn’t been talking about him, but he’d take some self-deprecation if it made you laugh.

He was dutifully rewarded. The soft sound of your laughter replaced his in the air, and he soaked up the sound like a dying man in the sands of Tatooine. He’d gone without it a whole year, trapped in the Empire’s clutches. He never wanted to be without it - or you - again.

“You’re still the most handsome man I know.” You insist as your laughter subsides, reaching out blindly to cup his face with one of your hands, smoothing your fingers over the angles of his face. In the four months since you��d rescued him from Mount Tantiss – along with Omega and, surprisingly, Tech - he’d started to gain back a little weight. He was still somewhat gaunt, though, cheeks hollow, but you were both taking it day by day. It was all you could do.

Taking one of your hands with his own, Crosshair lifts it, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it, lips lingering for a moment against your delicate skin. As lovely as your compliments were, he was still uncomfortable accepting them, refusing to believe them regardless of how often you said them.

Gentle fingers sought out your wrist, and more circles were rubbed against your pulse point to offer comfort and as a way for Crosshair to monitor your heart rate. It was still too high for his liking.

Pushing up onto his feet, he moved to lay down on the bed, pulling you down next to him. As much as he loved his brothers and sister – their relationship starting to return to how it had been before Order 66 – there was no question in his mind that you came first. He didn’t care if you were both late. His siblings would understand.

Shifting position, you rest your head against Crosshair’s shoulder, hand pressed to his chest, using his heartbeat and the slow rise and fall of his chest to help anchor you. With his arm wrapped around you, holding you close, his fingers brush against your back in light patterns.

You could feel the meds starting to kick in, the dizziness and headache abating as you rested against your love. Still, you kept your eyes shut.

In the comfortable silence, Crosshair could only watch you rest against him, a smile tugging at his lips. Lifting his free hand, he stroked across your cheek, thumb brushing over the little pout of your lips. As you lean into his touch, warmth coils through him.

His gaze lingers on your face, tracing the delicate lines that tell stories of laughter and tears. The weight of the past had not broken you; instead, it had moulded you into someone he admired more with each passing day. “We’ll go when you’re ready.” He murmured, his voice a gentle promise. “No rush.” Crosshair’s fingers continued offering physical reassurance.

“Thank you.” You whisper, grateful for his care. When you’d joined the boys at the start of the war as their liaison with Command, you hadn’t expected to fall so quickly for the snarky sniper.

He hadn’t expected to fall for you, either.

Snuggling a little closer, you let out a slow exhale. “You’re too good to me.”

“I try to be, love,” Crosshair answers quietly, an ache in his chest at your words. Taking care of you was the least he could do after everything that had happened – the heartbreak on your face as he’d levelled his rifle at you as you’d fled Kamino with his brothers would forever haunt him, as would your tears when he’d opted to stay on that blasted platform after Tipoca City had fallen.

Yet you’d still rescued him from Mount Tantiss, careful hands undoing the bindings that had held him down for far too long, concern on your beautiful face as you’d helped him back to the Marauder and to safety.

He didn’t deserve you, no matter how often you told him he was wrong to think that.

“And you succeed.” You reassure him, wanting to pull his mind from any spiralling thoughts. He’d been getting better over the last few months, snippets of his old self shining through, but you knew the marks from his time with the Empire would never entirely be gone.

As your head feels less like it will split apart, you crack open your eyes a sliver, just enough to see Crosshair gazing down at you, the adoration on his face almost stealing your breath. “Hi.” You whisper, pleased that he’s no longer blurry and the planet has stopped spinning.

“Hi yourself.” He replies, lips pressing to your forehead in a gentle kiss.

Humming happily at the contact, you find his gaze again in the semi-darkness of the room. “I think I’m okay now. We should head out.” You decide. There’s a lingering uncomfortableness – you still feel a little off-kilter – but it’s much better than before, and you know it’ll pass soon. Besides, you’ll always find your equilibrium with Crosshair at your side.

Crosshair’s eyes narrow slightly. He doesn’t quite believe you but won’t outwardly call you out on it. “Another few minutes.” He decides, arms tightening around you.

“Cross…” You protest, trying to wiggle away, a smile tugging at your lips, mirrored by his own.

“Shush.” He admonishes playfully, rolling onto his side so he can drag you closer, tucking you against his chest and under his chin.

You can’t help but laugh, your body shaking a little as you burrow closer to him. You can’t deny that it feels cosy and safe. Content, you don’t argue it.

Crosshair’s small smile turns to a grin as he realises he’s won. “There’s my girl.”

#Soarings Ask Box #the bad batch x reader #tbb crosshair x reader #crosshair x reader #tbb crosshair x you #crosshair x you #star wars the bad batch #crosshair the bad batch #the bad batch #tbb crosshair #the bad batch crosshair #ct 9904

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olive-fics · 8 months

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sub!abby PLEASEEEEE i don't see enough of it and theres only like 5 posts underneath the tag...sub!abby but like SUPERRR sub abby like whiny and begging and everything yk the whole jazz!

Small reminded I am a SFW account so if this was NSFW intended I'm sorry! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ (NOT PROOFREAD)

Abby Anderson had always been known for her independence and self-reliance. But on this particular day, something was different...?

Abby returned home from her exhausting patrol that chilly night, a soft, weary groan escaping her lips as she closed the door behind her. She kicked off her boots with a satisfying "thump". With a sense of relief, she shrugged off her heavy coat, letting it slip from her shoulders onto the kitchen table..

You had already been in bed for the night, it being nearly 1am, that's when you felt a dip beneath the weight of another. Abby quietly crawled underneath the cover with you After a few minutes, She sighed and began to softly caress your back and shoulder with her big, soft hands. You felt her lean over your back and place a small kiss on your shoulder.

Abby's voice emerged in a hushed, sleepy murmur, 'Missed you...' she whispered closely.

You shifted in bed, the sheets rustling softly as you turned to face her, your eyes half-closed. With a blissful sigh escaping your lips, you mumbled in a sleep-laden voice, "mm... Abigail...?"

"Hi sweet pea.." Abby sighed in a needy tone under her breath tucking you close into her grasp.

Your eyes, heavy with sleep, fluttered open to find her hazy gaze fixed upon you, "What's wrong babe..?" you yawned quietly.

"I missed you at work," she whined softly, the exhaustion of a long day etched into her voice. Her lips planted a gentle kiss onto your forehead.

Did you want me to get you something...? Tea...?" You offered, your voice filled with a gentle concern.

"I just need cuddles..." Abby's voice was a quiet, plaintive murmur, her lips forming a subtle pout.

You then wrapped your arms around her, She nestled her head against your chest, listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat.

Abby's strong, calloused hands found their way beneath your T-shirt, their touch both rugged and tender as they moved with gentle care, tracing comforting patterns along your sides and hips as she murmured soft hums..

You and Abby were beneath the plush, cozy blanket, Abby drawing closer to you as she breathed in a steady, rhythmic pattern, gradually drifting into a peaceful slumber. You tenderly ran a free hand through her disheveled braid, slowly removing the hair tie, and gently smoothed out the frizzy strands with your fingers to braid it again, neatly.

Abby giggled softly and bit her lip gently staying into your touch.

-If you have an anonymous request you can find my 'Ask me anything' tab right at the top of my profile. send your SFW questions, requests or thoughts there (I'll answer all if not most!) 𓆩♡𓆪

Sorry if this sucks I'm on my break rn 😔

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ihave-atummyache · 5 months

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Idk if u write poly fics but if u do,

2min × reader fluff pls 😔

i dont really write or read poly stuff bc im literally the most jealous person i know (see why i write jealous skz sm) and the thought of sharing anyone with somebody else makes me… angry

BUT I TRY JUST FOR U ANNONY

especially bc the thought of 2min is just so yes that i cant breathe sometimes!

idk the word count on this but its just a cute lil fluffy blurb(?)

coffee stains

You let out a deep sigh as you walk toward your bedroom. Neither of your boyfriends are supposed to be home, both are busy with their schedules, and you want nothing more than to be held and babied after the day you just had.

You know those days that just feel like it’s one thing after another after another? Today was like that for you. It started when you spilled your coffee on your white blouse before you even left the house. Then you had to rush and change, which caused you to miss your bus, which made you late for work. Everything else just went downhill from there.

You push the door to your bedroom open and you can’t stop the small smile that creeps onto your face when you lay your eyes on Seungmin in your bed.

“Baby? What are you doing here?” You speak up and he looks up from his phone when he notices you in the doorway.

“Didn’t want to see me? I’m hurt,” he teases and sits up when you walk around the bed and approach him.

“I always want to see you, Minnie. I just thought you had late schedules,” you speak out, your voice is obviously drained and he quickly picks up on it.

Seungmin’s arms wrap around you, pulling you down on top of him in the bed. You let out a squeak and a little chuckle. He is the type that hates when people have on outside clothes in the bed so the fact he doesn’t care right now really proves how well he knows you and knows exactly what you need.

“Mm. The weather turned bad so we had to reschedule,” he mumbles into the top of your head before placing a kiss in your hair. You let out a sigh and wrap your arms around his torso tighter.

You look over and on your side table, seeing your blouse from this morning. It’s folded up neatly and there’s no signs of coffee on it at all. You gasp and sit up quickly, grabbing the top and facing your boyfriend.

“You didn’t,” Your mouth falls agape and a shy smile covers Seungmin’s face, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your hips.

“I did. I saw it on the floor when I came home and figured you spilled on yourself before you went to work,” he replies and your smile on your face quickly fades, replaced by a quivering lip. Seungmin’s smile drops and he sits up, abruptly, your legs still on either side of his thighs.

“Baby?” The soft tone in his voice is enough to make the tears fall down your face and you drop your head into your hands, soft sobs leaving your mouth.

“Making her cry, again?” You hear Minho’s voice from the ensuite bathroom and turn to look at him. He’s towel drying his damp hair and has a pair of sweatpants with a tank top.

“I didn’t do anything! And don’t say again. If anyone makes her cry, it’s you,” Seungmin sticks his tongue out at Minho and you can’t stop the soft, pitiful chuckle that leaves your mouth, although the tears are still streaming.

Minho crosses the room and settles on the bed next to Seungmin. He rests his hand on your thigh, drawing shapes into the skin.

“What’s wrong, sweet girl?” He speaks up and you shake your head, wiping at your face. The more you wipe the tears, the more that fall from your eyes and its just hopeless.

“I just had such a bad day today,” your voice cracks as another sob racks through your chest and creeps out of your mouth. You lean over, wrapping your arms around Minho’s neck and burying your face in his shoulder.

He scoots closer to you since you’re still sitting on Seungmin’s lap, to try to make the angle more comfortable but you couldn’t care less. You already felt better by being able to get some tears out and being in the presence of your two amazing boyfriends.

You scoot off of Seungmin’s lap and squeeze your body between the two boys. You turn your back on Seungmin, grabbing his hand to wrap around your torso before wrapping your own arms around Minho’s waist.

“I just want to lay here for the rest of the night,” you mumble into Minho’s shirt. Minho places a hand in your hair, gently stroking it and Seungmin’s hand is rubbing your stomach gently before you feel Seungmin’s presence leave from behind you.

“Where are you going?” you peak up from Minho’s shirt and Seungmin’s back is to you, digging through your drawers. He pulls out one of his old t-shirts (that you stole) and a pair of your sleep shorts before making his way back over to you.

“If we’re going to lay here for the rest of the night, might as well get comfortable,” he offers you a soft smile and you unwrap yourself from Minho to sit up.

Before you can stand, Minho’s hands are under your sweater and pulling it over your head. He unclasps your bra and reaches his hand out to Seungmin. The younger hands him the t-shirt and Minho turns his attention back to you.

“Arms up,” he commands with a soft smile and you obey, lifting your arms in the air. Minho pulls the shirt over your head and down your torso before he’s unbuttoning your skirt as well.

“Lift your hips for me, baby,” his tone is so soft that you feel like you could start crying again. You lay back on the bed and lift your hips. He pulls your skirt down and your underwear before Seungmin is at your ankles and pulling the shorts up your legs. Once they’re settled on your hips, Seungmin scoots back down your body and places a gentle kiss to the inside of either one of your knees.

His hands pull your socks off of your feet and he places a kiss on the inside of either of your ankles as well before he stand again and heads to the bathroom. You hear him dig through a drawer before he’s back at your side and has a makeup wipe in his hand.

“May I?” His tone is just as soft as Minho’s. Instead of replying, you close your eyes and let your head loll towards him. He gently starts to wipe away your makeup from the day.

Your hand absentmindedly makes its way into Minho’s lap, resting against his inner thigh. His fingers trace gentle patterns up and down your arm, giving you chills but also relaxing you at the same time.

“You’re so beautiful and talented. We’re so proud of you and you’re doing so well,” Seungmin’s voice speaks up and your eyes slowly open. He leans down, his thumb stroking your cheek gently, and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose.

You sniffle and let out a sigh.

“Do you think i’m pretty even when I’m all puffy from crying?” You ask and he immediately nods.

“Beautiful. I don’t think you can ever not be beautiful,” He confesses and you feel a blush creep up your neck.

“I agree. And you are doing so well, baby,” Minho’s voice sounds and you turn your head to face him.

“But I haven’t done anything,” your voice is quiet and a smile creeps onto Minho’s face.

“Even if you just breathed today, you’re doing well,” he smiles and you can’t help the soft laugh that leaves your mouth.

“Quoting yourself now?” you tease and Seungmin sits on the bed beside you, flipping the T.V on.

“He thinks he’s being philosophical,” Seungmin whispers to you, clearly loud enough for Minho to hear.

“You’re just jealous that I’m smarter than you,” Minho defends and Seungmin laughs.

“Yeah. Older and wiser. Much older,” he teases Minho. He reaches over and tussles Seungmin’s hair, obviously annoying him.

“Hey!” Seungmin complains but before they can continue their banter anymore, you catch them off guard. You let out a loud laugh. The first genuine laugh since you’ve been home.

“You two can turn around even the worst days,” you smile up at them and you notice the blush creeping up both of their ears, “Now put on a corny movie and lay with me,” you conclude and they both nod.

Minho scoots down and lets you lay your head on his chest while Seungmin picks some random movie. He also scoots down the bed and wraps an arm around you, spooning you. His fingers play with the hem of Minho’s shirt and Minho’s other hand is drawing shapes into Seungmin’s arm.

“I love you,” you breathe out, breaking the comfortable silence after a few minutes.

“I love you more,” they both reply in unison and you chuckle to yourself before letting your eyes fall closed, relaxing completely in your boyfriends’ arms.

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fangswbenefits · 10 months

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I just need a soft Miggy to comfort me on a rough day!!! I need that man neooooow:

He’s just returned from HQ, totally exhausted. Absolutely drained from being the head Spider and taking on everyone’s shenanigans. But he’s finally home. Well, not quite. He’s just missing one thing…

You very slowly and quietly enter the living room. See Miguel on the couch, his back melting into the couch cushions, head thrown back, knees spread wide apart, and his arms limp at his sides. He peeks one eye open and softly smiles at you. You give him a very defeated unconvincing smile and a weak little wave. Immediately aware, he picks up his head to get a better look at you. “What’s wrong, mamas?” He intently takes in your body language.

You hum, staring at the ground as you hug yourself and rub your foot against the rug. “It’s just…” you look up to meet his gaze. He looks oh so tired but so so concerned. You avert your gaze elsewhere as your eyes tear up, “it’s just been-” you cut yourself off as you look at him again. Feeling wrong to unload even more weight onto him. “It’s okay. Would you like a hug and love?” You gently smile.

“Uh-uh. Don’t do that.” You immediately look offended & confused. He chuckles, “Perdóname, claro que si. C’mere.” He pats his leg, beckoning you. You give in as you make your way over and straddle him. He’s quick to wrap an arm around your waist as he tucks your head into his neck before placing a soft kiss to your temple. He takes in a deep breath and lets out a heavy sigh. “Finally,” he whispers because all he needed was you, in his arms. “Ahora si dime, mi amor. I wanna hear all about it.” He massages your thigh and rubs your back as he encourages you.

“It’s just so hard being a woman.” Your voice wavers as you draw little hearts over his beating heart with your finger.

He lifts your chin with his finger so that you’re staring into each others eyes, he’s got that little angry furrow in his brows, “what did the world do to you today?” He asks as if he’ll take the whole world head on for making you feel such ways.

You genuinely giggle at that. “You’re already exhausted from your multiverse Spidey duties and taking on lots of belligerent bad guys.”

“And I’ll take on millions more just for you, cariño.” He says it so passionately that it makes your insides dance in trembles.

You wrap your fingers around his wrist, closing your eyes as the tears escape. “Thank you.” You whisper and he kisses your tears and your lips. “I really would like a hug and love now.” You open your teary eyes and his heart simultaneously cracks & warms up.

“Me too.” He kisses you once more before snuggly tucking you back against him. His bulky arms incasing you as you wrap your arms around his torso you both squeeze each other comfortingly. “I missed you.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. I’m finally home. When I look at you and when I’m with you I’m home. Te amo mas que nada, cariño.” He cradles the back of your head, placing a loving kiss to your forehead.

You kiss and nuzzle his neck, “you’re my home too and I really love you too.”

Miggy’s finally home.

That last line…. 😔

This entire thing is so wholesome…… who’s chopping onions, GUYS???

#answered ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

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road2love · 3 months

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tagged by @rmnu teehee 😈 hi bradley!!!!!

1. Are you named after anyone? Not really #special #unique

2. When was the last time you cried? 3 days ago listening to a sad fucking song imagining a very tragic fictional scenario 😔

3. Do you have kids? Good heavens no 🙏

4. What sports do you play/have you played? I've been on and off on swimming my entire life + played volleyball in middle school. Good times (I do miss swimming a lot)

5. Do you use sarcasm? Only with my fwends...

6. What's the first thing you notice about someone? Their hair 🫵 I love hair

7. Eye color? Brown teehee

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Umm not a particular preference...?

9. Any talents? I can draw and speak in public moderately well 🪰 Oh I also make a mean fried rice heh 😏

10. Where were you born? Right here in this ugly fucking city I live in 👇

11. Hobbies? Drawing...reading...and (sighs) gaming...oh I also enjoy cooking from time to time

12. Any pets? Yes my doggy... Abril

13. Height? 165 cm ^_^

14. Favorite school subject? Lich erature and I have a soft spot for statistic

15. Dream job? Something public relations hehe

Tag 15 people? Good grief I don't think I know that many people 😨 umm @maniacpixiedreamgirl @qhorinhalfhand @amethyinst @springwolves @fallister @yrlietlanaevyss @elfguys @desempleadas SORRY a client is coming rn I gtg if you see this prompt do it ...... Or not. Your choice....

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pony-central · 6 months

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Imagine Yourself in This Scenario (16+ Mini Story)

The gender doesn't matter.

You get transported to a different world. There, you see a lot of buildings all the same height. Well, most of them, actually. You stumble across a brick house, with fresh green grass, daisies, two rose bushes and a cobblestone path leading to the entrance of the house. You ring the doorbell, as a voice calls out "I'm on my way".

The door opens and you are greeted by a young adult boy. He is a tanned boy with blue hair and a ripped hat. He is wearing a mauve shirt with a drawing of male anatomy, grey trousers, and red sneakers. He smiles at you, as he allows you to pass him.

You enter the living room, and you see a yellow cat staring at you. You pet the cat, as she purrs in your arms. You stroke the cat, and rest her on the sofa. She smiles and falls asleep. Sick Boyfriend looks at you and sits next to you. He places a hand on your hand as you suddenly blush.

Sick Boyfriend giggles at you and holds your hand, as he takes you upstairs to the bedroom. Your blushing is unstoppable, as Sick Boyfriend opens the door and takes you to the bed. 😊

Sick Boyfriend smiles, as he rests his hands to your face and gives you a small peck on the lips. He then begins to kiss you, as you can't help but blush. You kiss him back, as the two of you make out for two minutes. He runs his hands down your back and touches your hips, rubbing them as you both go for a full-on French Kiss.

After the kissing stops, he asks you to go down on all fours. You happily oblige, as you rest your head in your arms, smiling as the intimacy was only getting stronger. You then hear an unzipping sound coming from behind you, as Sick Boyfriend grabs your hips, and... Goes in.

Sick Boyfriend goes in and out of you in a steady pace, rubbing your hips as he does this. You can't help but sigh, as you feel a tingly feeling inside of you. You moan a bit, as Sick Boyfriend sighs in pleasure. He then began to go a bit faster and deeper inside of you, as he started moaning a bit, going in and out of you constantly. The bed starts to shake and creek. Then, the intense pleasure of feeling Sick Boyfriend going deeper and deeper inside of you makes you gasp and shake. You grip the bedsheets with such force that it leaves creases in them.

Then, Sick Boyfriend began to, well, release the clear stuff, as he started to pound you. The clear stuff creates a small puddle underneath you two. You both start to make small pleasure sounds, as within the final few minutes of intimacy, Sick Boyfriend finally releases his stuff inside of you, both of you moan as he pulls out of you.

You both feel satisfied with the intimate moment between you two. You then say that it was the best feeling you've had. Sick Boyfriend smiles as the two of you sleep.

Note - This is heavily based on a Roleplay session me and Benjamin did before he had to leave for college. I still miss him... 😔

#fnfspongebobparodies #friday night funkin #mini story #Sick Boyfriend

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viilpstick · 6 months

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Alright alright-- I blame me having too much free time on my hands😔

Hope you have fun and don't think your pookies are free I WILL write and draw for them as well👀

•••

"I’ve told you, you should just give up already.”

“And lose to a mouse?” Leona scoffed as he straightened his back, finally needing to think a bit more at a game of chess. “I don't think so.”

He moved his tower, taking another one of Isabelle's pawns, she had nearly none at this point. She heavily sighed and put a finger to her chin, wondering what her next move should be. Leona held back a smile as he watched the features of his fiancée shift to a more puzzled look. He had trapped her into a corner, he just needed to wait until she realized it.

As he waited, his green irises traveled along the room, noticing the details Isabelle's castle had. Her country, and by extension her home, was the complete opposite of his: Sunset Savannah was hot, warm colors everywhere, and clothes that replicated that to prevent those living there to have an accident; meanwhile Roseneuve was cold, its people wearing clothes that resembled that, with long sleeves and an air of… well, it was all too snobbish in Leona's opinion, but not on Isabelle. No, as much as he hated to admit she looked good in almost anything.

They waited for Sunset Savannah and Roseneuve’s kings to finish their meeting, and welcome the two people who were actually going to be affected by their decisions, — thank you for not including them in a conversation about their future, dear Falena — so they could finally have a banquet together.

Today… was gonna be a bit different than usual.

“So?” He asked, staring at a frustrated Isabelle, who moved a random piece on her chessboard and crossed her arms in annoyance, knowing she lost. Leona chuckled and finally corned her king with another piece. “Checkmate.”

“Don't think this changes anything, we’re still in a tie.”

“Doesn't matter if we're in a tie if I won this time.” he said and the girl got up, fixing her long dress and walking towards the window of the room they were currently in. “You running away or something?”

“I'm merely taking a look outside. Are you already missing me?” She teased and Leona got up, holding the small box in his pocket as he walked to stand beside her. It was silent for a moment, until Isabelle couldn't stand it anymore. “If you're unhappy with this we can try voicing our opinions and cancel it.”

“What?”

“If you still don't want to marry me.” She says, trying to sound calm and collected, but he could tell by her slightly shaky voice and how she avoided his gaze that she was very much nervous about this. “I mean who thinks about getting married at 18 and 20? That's insane.”

“You said that was your duty to your kingdom.” Leona said, Isabelle finally looked at him with a slight frown on her face. “Do you no longer believe that?”

“I do, but how is it fair for you? What- what if this marriage means you'll spend your whole life miserable, anyway?” She questioned and Leona was surprised, he didn't realize how much she cared- but then again, he should've figured. Isabelle wasn't one to enter a relationship — a relationship with him — if she didn't care. “If you don't- I mean if you're still uncertain about your feelings we can-”

"I was never uncertain about my feelings.” Leona says firmly, holding eye contact and the girl blinked, relieved to hear such words. “Yeah most people don't think about getting married that young. But we're not most people, are we? And while I do hate how things are set in stone…” he takes the small box and places it in her hands. “I'm quite glad that I’ll get married to you.”

He turned around, a bit embarrassed by being so cheesy. Isabelle stared at the box in pure confusion until she realized Leona wasn't gonna say anything else. She slowly opened it and her eyes widened in shock.

“You're not serious.”

“We're engaged. It's about time you have a ring.” He chuckled at her surprised tone, turning his head to her and resting it on his hand. “You like it?”

Isabelle stared at the ring for a moment, a small diamond placed exactly where the wedding ring made a slight curve, looking like the setting sun. She chuckled, unable to keep her smile off of her face while putting the ring on her finger.

“Where did you get the measurement of my ring finger?” She asked and Leona groaned out loud, making her lift an eyebrow.

“Your friend might know a lot of stuff about you but she rivals Ruggie when it comes to sharing information.” At that, Isabelle laughed. Yup, that was Adeline for you: a menace to her boyfriend — well, fiancé — despite being their biggest supporter.

Isabelle rested her head on his shoulder, staring at the ring.

"Thanks."

"Pay me back at our honeymoon."

Then, she slapped his arm in embarrassment while he howled with laughter.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?!!?!????????

WHEN I READ “The small box” I WAS ALREADY: BITCH- NO HE IS NOT.

AND THEN HE GIVES THE RING TO HER UGHHHHHH I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEEEM 😭😭😭🤎🤎

YOU WRITING IS SO GOOD MAH BTW, never failing on impress me, istg-

AND BTW THEM???? THEY ARE JUST QKXHQNXGQJXGNWYZJAGXNEHZN

I LOVE THEM?????-?-?1,-?,1?-?1???:

#Adeline cameo was truths only #𐙚 moots 🤎#inbox 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ✧#⋆ ࣪ 𖥔 . leona kingsholar #⋆ ࣪ 𖥔 . isabelle #🤎 ! mah’s writting #🤎 ! mah

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chuuyrr · 7 months

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hihi!! The event is soo cute💞 I would like to participate if it's okay!!!

Selfship- fyodor!

Im not sure what else I'm supposed to say? But since I'm on anon ig I'll just say a bit about me- I loovee reading books of all genre (apart from romance is suppose) and cannot live without my headphones😔 I also enjoy playing the piano ( cello duet with fyodor... shaking and screaming....)

I am a firm believe this dude does NOT like walking, sucks to be him however as I very much enjoy my evening walks and would definitely drag him along

I hope that much is fine, I do not want to rant too much 😭😭 please tell me if I need to add/remove anything! Thank you >:D

what taylor swift song fits you and your selfship (mini-event)

[ 🎧 ] : lavender haze (acoustic version) by taylor swift is playing . . !

⊹ daydream: imagine.. yourself on an evening stroll with fyodor. even though he is not a walker, he finds the cool breeze in the air and the quiet night to be soothing, especially when he notices the moonlight delicately highlighting your face. his cold heart warms as he notices how lovely you are in the moonlight. you sigh as you feel him stop in his tracks since you were holding hands. but, much to your surprise, he merely draws you to him. you look up at him, puzzled, and your face warms as he wraps his arms around you endearingly, pressing a gentle kiss on your temple before leaning his head against yours, "the moon is quite beautiful tonight," he whispers, "stay with me beneath the moonlit sky like this for a while, my love."

I feel The lavender haze creeping up on me Surreal I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say No deal The 1950s shit they want from me I just wanna stay in that lavender haze

⊹ thoughts: not gonna lie, finding a taylor swift song for fyodor was a challenge, but going a little forward to taylor's latest songs, lavender haze? especially the acoustic version with the guitar that sounded so enchanting—i really imagined you and fyodor going on an evening walk, and miss swiftie said it turns out that it’s a common phrase used in the 50s where they would just describe being in love. so, if you were in a lavender haze, that meant that you were in that all-encompassing love glow, and theoretically when you’re in the lavender haze, you’ll do anything to stay there <3

wanna know what taylor swift song i think fits you and your self ship? send me your selfship at my inbox now ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

#📨 ⸝⸝﹕mail #from anon !#ofc ur very much welcome to join nonnie <3 #hope you enjoyed this one !!#thank you for dropping by ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

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kausstar · 4 months

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SAY IT, DO IT, SHOW IT, PROVE IT

☆ franklin saint x f! reader￨nsfw content￨wc: 2k

after a tense argument with his mom about leon getting shot in their back yard, franklin needed something to ease his mind.

mdni. black reader in mind. swearing. season one! franklin cause i like ‘em soft. normal snowfall warnings: selling weed & coke, shootings.

𝓴aus. the lack of fics for him shows the people have been slacking!!! 😔

“you gon make me ask?” franklin’s mom, yelled, throwing a hand up in frustration at her son who stopped in his tracks at her voice. he lightly sighed under his breath as he turned around to look at her from the doorframe of the hallway.

the day had been long for the both of them, so he’d hoped she would lay off him a little but she hadn’t since he had walked through the front door that night. he couldn’t really blame her though. leon getting shot in the backyard of the house they both laid their heads was somewhat as stressful as lying to his momma, selling coke, hiding it from the cops and making good but dirty money— let’s just say their situations came with their differences.

the two of them looked at each other a second before franklin spoke up. “it’s leon… you know. always starting some shit. finally mouthed off to the wrong person. probably caught him comin’ by the house.”

“so you had nothing to do with it, right?” she replied making him cock his head to the side and squint his eyes in disbelief at his moms’ question.

“no. come on, momma. of course not,” he assured, walking around the kitchen table where he stands closer to her. she stays in her position: at the head of the table.

she shakes her head with a scoff. “you scare me, franklin...” her breathing become uneven making her take a slight deep breath in. “how easy it is for you to look at me in the eye and lie your ass off. you got your best friends blood on your clothes and you don’t miss a god damn beat.”

“you know, jerome was here.” she slowly made her way to side of the stable where franklin stood. “heard the news. decided to check in. guilt was all over his face. at least someone in his family has still got a fucking conscience,” she added, looking him in the eyes.

“what’d he say?” franklin quickly asks.

“he didn’t have to say shit… i wanna hear it from you.”

he directs his eyes elsewhere for a few before looking back over to her. “what you wanna hear?”

“start with how long you’ve been slinging the weed for him.”

it wasn’t weed he’d been slagging for nobody. he knew that but she didn’t. he didn’t wanna dig himself into a deeper hole so he lied like he’d been doing all these other months. “six months. give or take.”

“6 months you’ve been lying to my face,” she scoffs at him with a shake of her head before turning around. “playing me like a fucking fool—” she mumbles before sharply turning back to him, eyes filling with tears. “…and don’t let me get started about that girl you been sneaking in here!” she yells pointing at him with the cigarette in her hand. her legs drawing her closer to him once again.

“no, it was hard lying to you— a-and it’s not some girl ma.”

“yeah? who is it then franklin!?” she yells in his face making him look down in disappointment.

now looking back up at her, franklin went to speak again but there was pounding on the front door making him push his lips back together. they both direct their attention to the front door where mr. wright stands. cissy quickly wipes the tears from her face as he enters in his uniform. “i hope it’s not too late,” he starts as franklin gives his mom a final glance before walking to the back of the house, giving them room to talk. “…just wanted to check if you were alright.”

their voices fade as he descends further into the house and he makes it into his room, closing the door with a sigh. “hey,” the welcome was soft and expected because of your almost everyday occurring presence. at first you were leaning against his headboard but you moved off the bed and stood to see him. franklin doesn’t flinch at your presence, only giving a glance— without that, he practically ignores it as he sits on the end of the bed without a word. he stares off into space, not giving you another glance. you don’t take it to heart after hearing what had happened with leon then the argument with his mom.

you thought maybe he just wanted to be alone. “call me later— or whenever you get the chance, alright?” you turn to leave through the window without a reply knowing you wouldn’t get one but you were proven wrong when you hear his voice. “hey. c’mere,” he mumbled, making you turn to look his way. he was looking at you now, eyes dead set on you.

“you sure? it’s cool if wanna be alone. don’t want you fighting me or nun,” you grin playfully, knowing he wouldn’t even raise his voice at you. he shakes his head with a light smile, “might throw a couple punches if don’t c’mere.” you chuckle lightly as you walk over to him. he parts his legs for you to stand in between and wraps his arms around your torso. you take his face in your hands, rubbing your thumbs along his hairline as you appreciate his handsome face.

“heard what to said about me not being ‘some girl’,” you smile, eyes averting between his eyes and lips. “…want you to tell me what i am then.”

he scoffs in a disbelief at your teasing before smiling, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth lightly to stop himself from kissing you. “you should know.” his head slightly titled to his left to admire you.

“no, i know, but i want you to tell me,” you say, titling your head in the same direction as his, in a teasing manner.

he laughs an airy laugh and in that process picks his head up the right way (you doing the same), before replying. “my girl.”

“your girl?” you question and he’s quick to respond with a nod. you smile at the gesture before adding, “i like that.” you lean into him to kiss his lips, and he doesn’t miss a beat, kissing you back. arms wrapping around your waist tighter to pull you closer. it starts off slow, wet, your heads rotating every once and awhile to find the perfect spot for your lips to connect, but once you feel the tip of his tongue graze the inside of your mouth you open your mouth to him and allow both your tongues to meet.

you hummed out, enjoying the taste of him. your lips are wet with one others’ spit as he moves his hands down to the back of your knees. he pushes lightly on the back of them and pulls one of your legs over his then the other so your straddling his lap. his hands move from your waist to underneath your shirt. your deep kisses soon become pecks before you pull away from him.

“if she hears us she’s definitely not gonna like me,” you say with a light smile, hands resting on his shoulders. he chuckles at you, thumbs rubbing your sides underneath your shirt. “well, be quiet then,” he says with a grin. you playfully hit his chest before he’s pulling you back into a kiss.

the two of you wasted no time to get your clothes off, hands roaming each others’ bodies once your back close to one another. now, you’re on top of his in the middle of the bed, kissing him deeply as you grind yourself against him. his hands gripping a hand full of your ass as you do so, his hand kind of guiding the pace of your hips. you were surprised he was even letting you be on top, normally he’d flip it over and fuck you that way.

you push your hips up a bit, and move your hand down to wrap your dick. before you can even rub his tip along your wet folds and push it inside of you, without breaking the kiss, he flips the two of you over. you’d spoken too soon. you don’t comment on it, knowing if won’t change his on going habit and because soon after he slowly slides himself inside of you. his deliciously sized head sliding passed your folds first and filling your entrance up. you moan lightly against his lips.

then his full length slides inside, making the kiss come to a slight pause as your mouth is slightly open in awe. “franklin,” you moan, arms instantly wrapping around his back. he doesn’t hesitate to start moving his hips at a good pace. you try to stay as quiet as you could, muffling your moan with kisses. the dark room seemed to get stuffy as his hips smacked lightly against your thighs. his groans fell against deaf ears as he didn’t have to try as hard to hide them like you.

you coo’d for him, calling out for him to fuck you harder. he could feel the way your pussy clinched and sputtering around him. he did as asked, pushing his hips into your thighs, making sure to reach deep. the deeper he reached the more you moaned and smashed your lips into his to muffle them.

your pussy continued to clench and squeeze around him making it even harder for him to hold on. his pace doesn’t lessen even when his head is lost in the feeling of you. "g-gonna cum,” you moan against his lips. “fuck, me too,” he mumbled, feeling your pussy squeeze him tightly. you moan quietly as you cum, the feeling of you pulsating around him pulls his cum from him. his cum rushes through him and into you, filling you up.

franklin lazily kisses you as the two of you calm down. soon after, he sits himself up and slowly pulls out, careful not to hurt you before lays down next to you. you snuggle in close to his chest and he wraps his around you.

 2024 kausstar.

𝓴aus. plz by the end of this i was so done with writing it. headcanons after i am finished watching the show.

@wide-nose-and-wonderful the tag you asked for ⭐️.

#⠀ ݁ ੭୧ ᳝ ࣪ ᭡ .ᐟ ⠀#𓂃⊹ snowfall.#⸝⸝ full fics 𓍢 #franklin saint #franklin saint x reader #franklin saint smut #franklin saint x black! reader #snowfallfx #snowfall #damson idris #damson idris x reader

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