#eyyy good ending!

[dimorphodon-x]

"I'm still here, Love.

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Rodimus had been waiting for an update from the med bay for hours. Despite attempts from Mags, Megs and even Drift, he had refused to move from where he was seated on the floor.

“Waiting here won't help anyone,” he had been told. They were right, but he ignored them anyway. He wasn’t sure if he could get anything done until…

The prime ran his servos over his face, rubbing at tired, puffy eyes. He probably looked like shit. He certainly felt like it. Like heavy chains were pulling at his shoulders. It was exhausting.

The sound of footsteps caught his attention and Rodimus looked up from his hands. Drift was approaching him again.

“No news?” It was less of a question and more of a statement, but Rodimus nodded anyway.

“Not sure how much longer I can wait,” he sniffed and rested his chin in his palms.

“Probably not too long now,” the swordsman sat down next to him and placed his hand onto his amica’s back, rubbing small circles under his spoiler. It eased up some of the tension in the speed frame’s struts, pulling a sigh from his vents.

“Now I’m getting really nervous.”

“Like you weren’t already,” Drift scoffed half-heartedly. Rodimus nearly rolled his eyes.

The duo turned their attention when the door to the med bay finally opened and a rather tired, especially grouchy Ratchet stuck his head out. 

“Ratch!” Rodimus scrambled onto his feet, his spark pounding with anxiety, “is he alright? Did he-?”

“He’s stable,” the old mech interrupted before he could start babbling, “and awake (miraculously). He’s asking for you.”

“Oh,” the fiery prime’s eyes brightened and he stood taller. The wave of relief nearly knocked him over, but luckily Drift kept him steady with a hand on his shoulder, “he’s alive.”

“Come on, but try to be careful. He’s still delicate,” Ratchet retreated back behind the door. It took Rodimus all his willpower to keep himself from just bolting in. Drift stayed out in the hallway to keep curious mechs away. By now it was likely everyone on the Lost Light knew about the loud and dramatic scene that took place that morning, and some would want to see what happened.

Starhawk was laying on a slightly angled medical berth, hooked up to machines and monitors through a few cords that connected to his chest and the back of his head. He still looked terrible and paler than he should be, but he certainly looked a hundred times better than that morning, when his plating was grey and his eyes lifeless.

He was currently listening to Firstaid finish telling him about everything that had to be done to keep him alive and what was to come to continue that. The flier looked as if he barely understood half of what was being said to him. He only looked away when Aid stopped and turned his attention to Rodimus.

“R-oddy-yy!” Hawk’s voice glitched as he perked up. He briefly cleared his throat and tried again.

“Rod-!” He was stopped when Rodimus all but collapsed over him, throwing his arms around his neck and burying his face into the side of his head.

“Hey, be careful with him!” Ratchet smacked the prime’s shoulder.

“S’okay,” Starhawk hummed, loosely placing a hand over Rodimus’s lower back, “he’s not hurting me.”

“He still needs to be careful, your spark can’t handle any strain right now,” the old medic again thwacked the prime’s shoulder, “get off.”

With a groan, Rodimus hesitantly got up. His blue optics were misty and he was chewing on his lower lip. Hawk gave his side a pat.

“Right, Ratchet and I will let you have some time to yourselves,” Firstaid nudged Ratchet away, “we’ll be close by in case something happens.”

“M’kay,” Hawk lazily waved as the two medics retreated. Once the door closed behind them, a hiccuping gasp escaped passed Rodimus’s lips, catching the jet’s attention.

Fat tears were rolling down his face and his vents hitched again. Starhawk frowned and again patted his plating.

“Roddy, it’s ok. I’m still here.”

Rodimus wiped at his face as he let out a sob, “I thought-God, Hawk! I was terrified!”

Starhawk blinked and nudged him closer. His frame felt weak, and he struggled to properly lift his other hand up to Roddy’s face, his thumb shakily wiping away a tear, “I’m sorry, Love. I really am.”

The smaller mech desperately gripped the black servo against his cheek, nuzzling into his palm, “you’re still cold.”

“Might take me a little while to warm up.”

Rodimus hummed and was quiet for a few moments, still holding onto Hawk’s arm. He then lifted his head, one of his servos moved from his wrist to clasp onto his slightly larger palm, their digits intertwined.

“Do you know what caused it?”

The flier averted his gaze.

“What caused it?”

He let out a sigh, too tired to try and dodge the question, “my old injury. Turns out it’s been slowly creeping up on me the whole time.”

“You said it wasn’t that bad.”

“I… may have lied about that,” he turned his head away, his crest falling over his eyes, “someone like me honestly shouldn’t have survived that shot.”

Rodimus tightened his hold on his arm a smidge, “why lie about that?”

“I don’t know. I guess I didn’t want to worry anyone or whatever. It’s not a big deal.”

“You almost died this morning!” Rodimus snapped, “how is that not a big deal?”

“Sorry,” Hawk lowered his chin, the gold decals on either side of his crest lowered in shame.

Rodimus grit his teeth, not sure if he should feel angry or sad or happy. Instead of saying anything else, he just removed his hand and turned his face into Hawk’s palm again, feeling his digits curl against his cheek. He let out a shaky sigh at the contact.

“Roddy, Love,” Hawk turned his partner’s face towards his, “I am so sorry. Not only for scaring you, but for not being honest as well.”

“You apologize a lot,” Rodimus mumbled. Hawk only smiled.

“I have a lot to apologize for. I’ve made too many mistakes, and I’ve been selfish. I never really thought about the impact all of my lies could have on those I care about, nor do I have any good reason to lie so much,” he slowly pulled Rodimus down so their foreheads were touching, “and I’m so, so sorry I hurt you.”

Rodimus couldn’t trust his vocals to say anything, letting go of Hawk’s arm to hold his face still. He tilted his head and pressed his lips against his.

The obsidian flier returned the kiss, his arms wrapped around Rodimus’s torso, his warm frame felt comforting against his still-cold one. But, he could feel what little strength he had slowly sap away, and had to pull his head back.

“Sorry,” he muttered, “I’m… I’m very tired.”

“Tired?” Rodimus jolted, his eyes widening, “do I need to get Ratchet?”

Hawk slowly shook his head, “no. He and Aid said I would be tired for a few days, if not weeks. They want me to sleep a lot.”

“Oh,” the prime relaxed a bit, “and how long will you be kept here?”

“A few days at least. I’m not sure,” Hawk closed his eyes, “will you stay for a while? I don’t want to go to sleep alone.”

“Sure. My schedule is clear for the day,” a lie, but a slightly obvious one. In truth, Rodimus knew he’d be unable to do anything productive today, maybe even tomorrow.

“Thanks,” he sluggishly and blindly grabbed for his hand, “I’m sure the others will understand. And I’ll make up for this.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Rodimus rested his head against the orange glass on Hawk’s abdomen, and pulled their clasped hands under his chin, “focus on recovering.”

The larger mech hummed, his venting starting to slow down.

“I love you.”

Rodimus slightly tightened his grip on Starhawk’s hand. It was a little bit warmer now.

“I love you too.”

#eyyy good ending! #writing this was acrually kinda hard lol #still not sure if it's as good as I'd like but for now it's fine #my art #fanfic #transformers #transformers oc #starhawk #rodimus #rodihawk #oc x canon #drift #ratchet #firstaid #holy shit it's 3:30am

[heromonty]

Lazlo came out to complain about the noise and Pascal cheered....the brotherly concern is real right now /j

#sims 2 #the sims 2 #ts2 #nh: strangeview #hh: curious #pascal curious #vidcund curious #lazlo curious #eyyy he got a different PT than pascal B) #good #i hate when they end up getting the same pt #like there's three others #but sure let's go with the same one

[mothwingwritings]

C and F for my boy Pickle

Eyyy sorry for the delay! (Yes I am still working on these!!!) Here is some Pickle goodness for you my dear.~<3

WARNINGS: Sex and violence and one love sick feral man.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Pickle would honestly treat you as nicely as he is able too. His living environment has its limitations, but he does everything he can to make it comfortable and inviting for you, adamant about making it a home that is fitting of his mate.

Once you are safely stashed away in his secret abode he sets to work constructing you a nest of things so that you may find pinnacle contentment in your new home. He’s gathered an amalgamation of the softest blankets, clothes, linen, etc. that has been given to him or that he has scavenged, so that you may rest in peace and luxury while in his presence. He also brings you the best cuts of meat after his hunts, though he caught on quickly that you were apt to turn your nose at his bloody, raw offering (he couldn’t quite understand why, he was sure you would love it if you just gave it a chance). Once he picks up on your distaste, he instead begins to hoard ingredients and snacks he steals picks up out in the world, supplying you all manner of foodstuff till he pins down the ones you like.

While Pickle prefers you in your natural state, he understands your body needs protection from the elements. He doesn’t quite get modern fashion, but you seem sad wearing the same thing over and over again. While he’s out he procures a hodge-podge of varying clothing, presenting it to you by dumping it at your feet, a huge dopey grin on his face. He loves seeing you in the clothing he gifts you, you look so beautiful in each and every piece that he can’t help but stare, holding back the urge to rip it right back off and have his way with you.

Pickle won’t mock you and wouldn’t dream of disrespecting you in anyway. Any harm he causes you is either completely unintentional or for your own good. He loses control of himself sometimes, forgetting his own strength. You are just so small and he loves you so much, it’s hard to hold himself back. He hates using his strength against you to prove a point, but if you remain insistent on trying to escape him he will do what he must to protect you. You are HIS mate and HE’S the only one who can take care of you. All that’s waiting for you in this strange new world is danger, so if you won’t stay by his side willingly, he will force you there.

All that said, while you may be relatively safe from Pickle’s more violent tendencies, anyone else most certainly is NOT. If another person approaches you, threatens you, or tries to take you away from him they will be obliterated, decimated, ripped to shreds, torn apart until nothing is left. He’ll bask in the gruesome slaughter, their end another validation that he is the best one for you, the one who loves and can protect you above all others. Doesn’t matter if that person is a stranger or your own mother-he is all you need, anyone else butting in is an unnecessary threat.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He would find it incredibly charming if you tried to fight him. Pickle doesn’t see it as an act of aggression at all, but views it as you trying to mimic him as a sign of reverence. You think he is so impressive and strong that you strive to be like him, going so far as to challenge him to a fight. It’s adorable, and he can’t help but break out into a huge toothy grin when he sees you assume a fighting stance.

And it excites him- seeing you tense up, clenching your fists and bending your knees, preparing to strike at a moment’s notice. Seconds before the fray, you stare him down with such intensity, sizing him up and calculating what moves you should make against him, gears turning in your head as you focus wholly on him. The fixation on him sends a shiver of anticipation down his spine. He is the only one you are thinking of in that moment, and in turn you are all that is occupying his thoughts.

Your strikes never hurt him and he can tell how much that frustrates you. He’ll play along sometimes to make you happy, yowling like a mother lioness that is being batted by her cub. He’ll cringe at your punch, shy away from your kick. If he’s convincing enough, you sometimes award him with a small smile, a brief look of accomplishment. It warms his heart, knowing you are having as good of a time as he is.

He also relishes the closeness the two of you share when you initiate these little fights. Usually you try and hide away from him, distancing yourself as much as possible whenever he is in the vicinity. At first he thought it was another game you were trying to play with him, something coy, cute, and seductive to grab his attention. But when the chase became a regular thing he was disappointed, why did you put up such a fuss each time your mate tried to approach you? You didn’t even give him a prize when he finally caught you, just flailing and screaming and spitting. It hurt his feelings- this was supposed to be fun.

But the little brawls you had were fun, and they gave him a chance to have you near him without any to-do. He could feel your skin on his, smell your sweat as your body writhed and wriggled against his. Feeling your small hands grab at his hulking form, listening to your strained moans and heavy breathing as you threw your all into attacking him… Witnessing you in such a state, holding you close as your body rubbed his in just the right way, it doesn’t take long for him to completely lose control.

Before you can recognize what is going on, your body is sheathing his cock, previous grunts of exertion quickly turning into wails of pleasure.

He doesn’t understand why you cry so much afterwards, though. Were you not having as much fun as he was? You initiated the fight, why are you so upset at the outcome? It was a good tussle, and judging by the noises you were making, he was able to make you feel good. Even if you struggled a bit when he was trying to enter you, you always end up yielding to him. The fit is tight, and there have been several times he was afraid he would outright break you when he pushed deeper, pressing into your core.  But the pleasure that courses through him as he bottoms out is indescribable. He loses himself in the feel of you surrounding him, completely consumed by the euphoria your body has supplied him.

You are his perfect mate, his brave little warrior, and his love for you is endless. So don’t cry, OK? Maybe next time he’ll let you really ‘win.’ :)

#These alphabet asks were sent in months ago but sometimes it be like that :) #pickle x reader #baki pickle #baki pickle x reader #pickle x y/n #baki pickle x y/n #baki the grapper reader insert #baki the grappler x reader #yandere baki x reader #yandere baki the grappler x y/n #yandere baki the grappler #yandere baki the grappler x reader #yandere baki x y/n #yandere pickle #yandere pickle x reader #yandere pickle x y/n #I feel like yandere Pickle would actually be pretty sweet #his main horrible feature is that you are HIS and his ass is NOT sharing #and you will be very very very sore from all the bestial love making #so my condolences #yandere alphabet #mothwingswritings #I hope you enjoy!

[minhosimthings]

Dances Avec Les Etoiles ft Heeseung, Part 2

Synopsis: God how boring is love? For Lee Heeseung, it was perhaps the most boring thing in this rotten world. But for his parents, it meant buisness. And buisness meant getting Heeseung married off to a princess from another kingdom. And when the princess shares a peculiar interest, Heeseung starts to believe in Cupid again.

Pairings: Prince!Heeseung × Princess!fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, Dom!Heeseung, sub!reader, p in v sex, sex on the floor eyyy, daddy kink, overstimulation, sorta exhibitionism,Ko kofingering, orgasm control, rough sex, boob sucking because obvi, unprotected sex (not for you), closed proximity, fluffy at the end, neck kisses because yes, IMPLIED WEDDING SCENE OOH (yeah I'll write that)

A/N: Thank you for waiting patiently for this shit, I know I've taken a long time to complete it but thank you for all the support on the first part! @candewlsy Miss mizu, your daddy papi has arrived and he's waiting 😉

The French Quotes Series Masterlist

Part 1 || Part 2 || The wedding

The only interesting thing about the western wing of Tarnow's palace was the spectacle that danced in its halls from dusk till dawn.

Nothing else had been much if interest there, even now, as you stood on cold marble, clutching your dress tightly with your fingers, your eyes set on Heeseung's figure, seemingly admiring himself in the grand mirror.

"I must admit." Heeseung spoke up, causing you to jerk your head up, "It took me a while to figure out who kept watching me at night. You did a good job at hiding, princess."

His feet led him towards you, his figure towering over you as he bent down to press a wet kiss to your neck.

"But I'm better." His voice sent vibrations throughout your body. It was truly a miracle that no one has yet realised that the bride and groom were missing from the party. Heeseung had been right about Tarnow having the finest alcohol, a sip could have gotten anyone drunk.

Pressing rough kisses to your exposed collarbone (thanks to the off shoulder dress), Heeseung's arms automatically ran to your waist, caressing himself to your body.

"No one deserves this pussy you got that?" His words came through again. Your heart somersaulted in your chest at them. You had often forgotten that he was to be your future husband.

His hands grabbed your waist, getting a firm grip before pulling your body down, flat on the cold ground, you winced at the feeling. He broke away from the kiss, your foreheads touching as his hands fumble with the zipper of your dress. His hands provided a sort of warm escape from the cold feeling of the floor.

He pulled the dress down with haste, you always loved this impatient side of him, leaving you half naked in your panties and bra.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you, now,” he demanded, his grip on your chin tightening as he forced you to look up at him, helpless.

You shook under his touch, completely powerless. “I- I want you to fuck me, Hee."

He lowered his head, resting his lips against your ear, sending a cold shiver down your spine and straight to your heat. “Say it louder, so everyone in the kingdom knows how much of a dumb little slut you are for me. Say it.”

"I-I need you to fuck me." You proclaimed, hoping fervently that the room was sound proof.

"Good girl, such a good girl for me aren't you?" The smirk you so admired came back onto his face. His hands wrapped around the waistband of your panties, the sensation of him taking it off, making you pathetically wet.

Slowly he moved his mouth over to your left breast swirling his tongue around my nipple. Lightly sucking on your nipple before gently grazing his teeth over the sensitive nerves.

He took his time once again, admiring your frame. “You look so gorgeous, let me see what’s between your legs better?”

You nodded and spread your knees apart more, fully exposing your heat to him. He hovered over you, staring down at your pussy, glistening with juices. The feeling of his fingers near your cunt got you moaning.

"Heeseung-"

Your words were cut off by the feeling of his two fingers pressing at your wet hole. Your pussy practically gushed around him as he entered you, only pushing halfway. His teasing fingers grazed your insides, curling up inside of you like a warm pillow.

“You can keep making those pretty sounds, princess." A loud moan erupted out of you at the sensation of Heeseung's finger flicking at your g-spot.

You obeyed, quickly becoming overwhelmed with the pleasure he were creating for you. His curling fingers, his fierce gaze on you…uyou was overcome with intense sensation.

"D-daddy fuck-fuck!" You all but screamed, making Heeseung look at you with a raised brow.

"Daddy?" He chuckled, "Call me that again, princess."

"Daddy?" You whimpered, feeling his fingers pressing hard against your walls. His laugh was a melody of heaven to you.

You press your legs together and Heeseung more into your cunt; his skills are way better than you thought, and you feel something in your stomach growing, a feeling that is way more pleasurable than ever before. Heeseung feels you clenching around his fingers, and he lets go of you.

"Daddy!" You cried, tears escaping from your eyes at the feeling of being left empty.

"Use your words, princess." Heeseung brushed a hair strand behind your ear, "Say what you want daddy to do to you."

"Fuck me." You say, decisively. "Nicer." Heeseung said again.

"Fuck me daddy....please?"

His arm slides over your waist, hold you to him as he pushes his bulge against you. You tilt your head back and his lips meet your neck, sucking a spot which earns an even louder moan from you.

“Fuck..” you breathe out, “daddy..”

Your hands grab at his hair, lifting your hips up as they make contact with his throbbing, leaking tip. You wince as he thrusts forward, your pussy clenching around nothing.

"Patience, princess. Gonna give it to you good, yeah?" he promises and pulls his trousers and boxers down. He's throbbing as he grips himself, his rings making contact with his hard length, making him groan.

He lifted you again with ease, grinding his hips against yours before lining himself up with you, with a swift thrust he entered your tight cunt, throwing his head back with a soft groan.

Your mouth dropped open, pleasure and pain mixing together, your tight pussy opening up to take him in.

No time was wasted, Heeseung'’s thrusts already picking up a steady rhythm. His knees were pressed into the ground as he towered over your frame, and your own knees were slowly pushed towards your chest. You were hyperaware of the length of his cock at this angle, thighs pressed together with the soles of your feet on his stomach. Every pull pulled a shudder from you, and you groaned his name again.

“So beautiful” Heeseung kissed your cheek before you gaped down to both watch him pull out and push back. Heeseung’s dick was rubbing against your insides, digging deeper hitting your g-spot.

“Daddy please right there— Fuck right there daddy” Your skin slapped together as he thrusted into you harder making your body quiver with all the stimulation.

"Such a demanding little slut for daddy~"

Those words stir something inside you, making you tighten even more. He smirks at your reaction and takes the hint to keep going.

"You like that, don't you? You like to be degraded and being treated like a slut in bed, don't you?" You nod, unable to form a proper answer. He pulls out completely, only to thrust back in with full force.

Attempting to speak again, the only thing that fell from your mouth was a needy whimper as Heeseung curled up deliciously against you. You didn’t understand how it was possible to feel so good from something so simple; moaning as he hit spots you never even knew existed, the sweet sound of your wet pussy filling the room.

“I wanna hear you say it.” Pressing up to your ear, he let out a breathy sigh from the feeling of you on his fingers. You shook your head, jaw slack from pleasure “I can’t–” 

His hips are relentlessly pumping in you. Your body feels like it's on fire with every touch and every breath, something you've never felt before.

“Please, daddy” You begged, eyes darting away from yourself, seeing the way you moaned so with such desperation; the needy sound of your voice leaving him craving more.

“You want me to keep going?” A weak nod was the only thing you could muster, “Then I gotta hear you.” That tone filled your head with a haze of desire, struggling to find the words, tipping your head back to avoid the sight in front of you. 

You fell into that dizzy trance as Heeseung's grip tightened ever so slightly as he felt you trying to look away, a breathy moan falling from you yet again. One of his hands grasped the thick of your thigh, spreading your legs further as his sloppy thrusts hit every part of you, a whiny gasp slipping from him as he tipped his head back in ecstasy. 

You gripped his shoulders, fucked dumb on him, and unable to process anything other than those pretty sounds he tried to hide. Heeseung filled you up, hitting spots only he could reach as you squirmed underneath him, pressure building up inside of you. The way you squeezed around him had stars clouding his head, whimpering as your hips stuttered.

"D-Daddy! I do- I don't know if i can-" You couldn't even form a sentence. "Mmgh" You let out several loud moans while proceeding to grip the ground with your sweaty palms.

"Not until I say so... you look so pretty begging." Heeseung then put it in once more but this time slower. He took the initiative to lean forward to grab your hair and pull it up which caused you to let out a shriek.

"Daddy please..." You whimper, feeling your stomach turn on yourself.

"Going dumb for daddy's cock, princess?" Heeseung's thrusts because the roughest they could have ever been, "Cum for me princess, that's a good girl."

Your nails dug into the fabric of his shirt and pitiful whines left you as you cum, sounds that Heeseung always loved, he moaned every time he hears them, his cock jerking inside you. Your cunt gripped him tight, and he choked, growled sounds leaving him as he cums with you.

His cock is twitching, emptying his cum into you, “Love how well you take me –mmph– how good you look full of my cum –nngh–” He pushes his cock into you completely, keeping you full of him, his hips grind into you to ride out your highs.

You can only croak out, "Oh, I'm cum-m-" before your body falls weak, goes limp, you convulse around his length and coat him nicely with your orgasm.

"S-So good, daddy-" You drag out as you cream all over him, and he drags out your high continuing to pound into you like nobody's business-- as well as seeming to forget your current state.

"So pretty for me princess." Heeseung chuckles, feeling his orgasm wash over him, he's never had a better high of his life, "Such a good girl for daddy."

Heeseung stayed above you for a bit, as he pulled out, making a whimper leave your mouth. The cold stone ground, now seemed colder, perhaps Heeseung's heat had escaped painfully from you as he pulled away and lay on the ground next to you, his chest rising and drooping from moment to moment.

"Should we or should we not get back to the ball?" You finally broke the silence with your question, which came to you, only after you calmed down from your orgasm, which, you had to admit was a hard thing to do, after Heeseung's hips had murdered yours.

"Depends." Heeseung turned his body to face you, "Would you like to go back?"

Thinking about the question for a while, you shrugged your shoulders, and make your way to slowly get up, Heeseung smirking proudly at how your legs shook.

"Have I made you that much of a mess?" Heeseung asked, also getting up, and putting on his trousers in a jiffy. "One time, Heeseung." You glared at him, while pulling your dress back on, "just this one time."

"Oh we're back to Heeseung now are we?" What happened to daddy?" Heeseung chuckled, checking his hair in the mirror, "If you want help zipping that up, why don't you just ask?"

The zipper of your dress had been stuck for a while now, and you really didn't want to ask Heeseung for help ,but unfortunately you were forced to, as your hand couldn't reach the zipper anymore.

"Fine!" You gave an exasperated sigh, walking over to Heeseung, while holding your dress up with your hands, "Do it quick."

"Not even a please." Heeseung sighed dramatically, holding his hand out to the zipper, the warm touch of his hand making you sink into his touch. His clutch was gentle, feather light touches tracing your back, painfully trying to control the zipper.

"And it's stuck." Heeseung let go, falling back to lean against the mirror, as you clutched your dress desperately upto your chest. "Are you sure?" You frantically asked, how could you go back to your room without clothes?

"Yep it's definitely stuck, but that's on the seamstress for making a zipper out of...what is that? Gold?" Heeseung whistled carelessly.

"How am I supposed to get back to mg room now?" You looked at Heeseung with what had probably been an extremely serious look, since Heeseung's brows furrowed. He let out a confusing sigh after some time.

"Alright can you wear my jacket over yourself?" Heeseung handed you the fine white piece of clothing, "We can sneak out, if you can manage to drag that dress with you."

At the moment, there seemed to be no other option, so you obliged, draping his jacket over yourself, protecting your chest. The ball would still have been going on, considering the faint sound of music coming from the ballroom. Now or never was the only choice.

"Quiet!" Heeseung whispered to you. Your backs were pressed against the wall and you were close, just a mere corridor away from your room and his, the only problem?

The big open space, which led to the ballroom, standing in the middle of you and your goal.

"Alright, let's go over the plan." Heeseung balled his fists together. "There's a plan?" You quizzed him, finding it a bit amusing. "Of course there's a plan, no stop interrupting me." Heeseung brushed you off, "Alright hold my hand, and we'll run across, don't look back."

"Sounds like a battle plan." You giggled quietly as his comedic timing.

"Come on!" Heeseung nudged you forward, holding your hand in his,

"Alright 3,2, go!"

The way your feet carried you across the floor made your blood rush faster and your ears ring, it was euphoria, just running across the room, with Heeseung's hand tightly holding yours. And you would have enjoyed that for a lot more time if not for the other pair of footsteps and raucous, high pitched laughter alerting you.

Someone was coming.

"Fuck." You heard Heeseung whisper, before your back was pressed against a wall, and Heeseung's free hand was pressed against your mouth.

As awkward as the position was, Heeseung's eyes staring into yours, as he quietened you, you couldn't bring yourself to budge free from his grasp, even after the footsteps and laughter had went away.

God did you want to swim in those eyes.

"Did you enjoy the party my dear?" The Queen had asked you at breakfast the following day.

"It was wonderful, your majesty." You had answered, trying not to catch Heeseung's eye, lest you burst out laughing, which was an impossibility considering how Heeseung's ears were turning red when his mother mentioned 'how you and my dear son were absent at the second half of the ball'.

Cute, was your first thought. Confused, was your second thought. Heeseung was the kind of man to brag about his sexual adventures, but him shying away from it? The idea that you made him shy sheltered pride into your heart.

"So do I actually make you nervous?" You asked him, laying on your stomach on his bed, the assignments had been finished early and you hadn't even wanted sex after what Heeseung did to your legs the night before.

"If I say yes, you'll become too prideful, so I'm going to go ahead and say no." Heeseung poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue whilst carefully arranging his bookshelf.

"Why are you arranging your bookshelf again?"

"For the last time, Jay is going to be coming over and I don't want to hear him scold me again."

"But I want attention." You jut out your bottom lip to form a pout, falling on your back onto the bed again, "Pay attention to me."

"And why should I?" Heeseung raised his brow at you, plopping down on the bed and leaning over to face you.

"Because....we are husband and wife?" You said with uncertainty and a giggle, which made Heeseung crack a smile too. "Husband and wife to-be, princess." Heeseung corrected you, scrunching his nose at you.

"Alright then tell me one thing." You looked into Heeseung's eyes again, preparing to ask him the thing that had been going on in your brain ever since that first night of sneaking out, "Why don't you ever dance in front of everyone like you do in the western wing?"

"It's not exactly customary for a prince to dance in Tarnow." Heeseung sighed, you could tell this was a sensitive subject for him and now, you regretted asking him the question, "It is always frowned upon for men to dance here, only the women ever participate. But I have always loved it ever since I was a child. So, I had to do it in secret and the western wing was abandoned anyway so it was the perfect place. But I hadn't expected you to find out about it." He added with a cheeky smile, laying his head onto his pillow and allowing you to cuddle upto him.

"Well then, when we're king and queen, the first thing I'll do is tell every man in the kingdom to bust out their tap shoes because we're having another hall where the King shall be dancing!"

Your words flew into Heeseung's ears like a harpsical melody. God why were you so perfect? A person who understands, a person who saw him for what he wanted to be instead of what he is, a person who he wanted to love.

"And I'd also-"

Your words were cut off by Heeseung's soft plush lips pressing onto yours. You had kissed him before of course, whilst he was destroying your ability to walk, but this kiss felt different, it felt.....like love. The dance of your lips against his was more prettier than the ones you had watched him do, the mischevious poke of his tongue which made you let out a silent whimper, and the young love blossoming like daffodils all around you.

Heeseung pulled away from the kiss first, his eyes still shut and then open as he looks at you with a cunning smile. “You taste like my new addiction.”

His pathetically lovesick line got you laughing and holding your stomach. 'My new addiction' who even used that term.

"Y/N stop laughing!" Heeseung protested, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him and pressing small kisses to your neck, which made it tickle, making you laugh even harder. But Heeseung would have done anything to make laughter erupt out of your mouth, as if it was another sinful pleasure.

“You’re the only one I’m gonna wanna kiss from now on.” Heeseung proudly declared, as if it was the only thing on his itinerary.

"I'm the only one you are allowed to kiss, dumbass." You gave a finger flick to his forehead.

"I do love you, you know that right?" Heeseung asked, his fawn eyes looking at you with uncertainty now, "Like actually roses and chocolates and all that crap type of love?"

"I'm allergic to chocolate, but I'll take it." You giggled, as Heeseung happily nudged his nose into your neck, as the two you remained stuck to each other for eternity, dancing away the rest of life in peace.

Wedding scene to be released soon!

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[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Cage Match

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[xpialidociousy]

Suppression | Choi Mujin x Reader

A/N: I’ve written this about a year ago and I just left it in my drafts so I didn’t proofread this. Hopefully, you’ll still get the story. 

Word Count: 6.4k

Warnings: 18+, angst, age gap, eventual smut, pining, jealousy

You first joined the gang when you were 19 and only three years after that, you were able to climb the ranks of Dongcheon. Sighing, you collapsed on the couch of the private gym wherein you practice with the other higher ranks.

 “You’re still here?” You abruptly stood up as you look at the source of the voice.

 “Oh... Taeju-yah, you scared me.” I sighed, sitting up and resting my back on the couch. He chuckled and sat beside me.

 “Taeju-yah? I’m older than you by two years, you know?” I rolled my eyes at him.

 “Don’t expect me to call you oppa, please..” He laughed once again and ruffled your hair.

“And what’s wrong with that?”

 I eyed him from head to toe. “You’re not exactly an oppa-type-of-guy. Sorry.”

 He chuckled once again as we both heard two pairs of footsteps entering the gym. I stood up as I greet them.

 “Hyungnim,” Taeju muttered.

 “Sunbae,” I greeted Donghoon-sunbaenim. During my stay here, Donghoon sunbaenim has always guided me and helped me. In a sense, he’s like a father to me.

 “Hey, you guys are still here?” Donghoon asked.

 “Oh, I was just wrapping up when Taeju came in.”

 “Again, careful with the Taeju, I told you I’m older than you.” He wrapped his arm on my shoulder, making contact with my exposed skin. Then his other hand gently pat my head as if to scold me.

 “As I said earlier, don’t expect me to call you oppa.” I whispered back while Donghoon sunbae watched us, laughing at our exchange.

 “I won’t be surprised if you two end up marrying each other.”

 I glared at him. “Sunbae, please.”

 “I don’t know why you’re assuming that I’ll get married at all, Hyung-nim.” - Taeju

 “Yes, bold of you to assume that someone would marry this guy.”

 “Woah, make sure you will not eat your words once you fall in love with me and force me into marrying you.”

 “That will never happen, so you can now sleep peacefully.” I pat his shoulder gently.

 “Oh Mujin, are you going to give them your blessings? Because I would.” That’s when I realized that the boss of Dongcheon was also standing behind Donghoon sunbae.

 “Sir,” I bowed.

 “Eyyy no need to call Hyungnim boss or sir when it’s just us.” Taeju said. “Right, Hyung?”

 I was dazed, his eyes were fixed on me. Have I mentioned that I have a tiny crush on the mob boss, Choi Mujin? I mean, who doesn’t?

 “Right,” Donghoon sunbae encourages, putting his arm over the boss’ shoulder, he can freely do that because Mujin is wayyyy younger than he is.

 After waiting for any reaction, I began to ask. “So, uhm, what should I call you si- uhm.” I start to blabber nonsense, I wish that I did not, but as I said.... I have a little crush for the boss.

 “Mujin, just call me Mujin casually, Y/N.” He said as he intently stared me to my eyes, oh boy. 

 Thankfully, Taeju butted in. “So I can call you Mujin too, right Hyung?”

 Mujin slightly smirked as he reluctantly took his eyes off of her, eyes temporarily settling at Taeju’s. “I clearly said Y/N, Taeju-yah.”

 Taeju sighed. “Arasseo,” he gripped my right arm in his hand and bowed at the two older men. “Then... we’ll be going now, Hyung-deul.”

 The two nodded at us before Taeju started dragging me out. “Wait, where are you taking me? I didn’t agree to your date proposal.”

 He squinted his eyes on me. “Shut up.”

 When the two kids left the room, Mujin found himself staring at the girl who was over 10 years younger his age while Donghoon’s laughs filled the room.

 “Is there really something between them?” He asked as soon as they disappeared.

 Donghoon found his answer interesting. “Why? Are you afraid that she isn’t good enough for your favorite Jung Taeju?”

Mujin shook his head as he look at Donghoon. Mujin knew that you were Donghoon’s favorite, sometimes he thinks Donghoon acts like your father. It makes sense, you and Donghoon has some similarities though it’s hard for Mujin to talk to you yet.

 An idea came into Donghoon’s mind as he watched Mujin. His eyes were on him but it was obvious that he was thinking about something else.

 “Don’t tell me..” Donghoon said, thinking it was absurd. “No, right?”

 Mujin was suddenly brought out from his thoughts. “What?”

 Donghoon stared at him longer for a moment, still observing Mujin’s face.

 Mujin found this weird so he took a step back. “What?”

 But the older guy only looked away and shook his head. “nothing,” Then he started walking to the ring.

 “What was that??”

 “Nevermind, it’s just nonsense.”

 For the next two years, me and Mujin became closer and it wasn’t awkward for us to talk about things anymore. We become a lot more friendly but not like how friendly I am with Taeju. He’s also overprotective with his people but not in a way similar to Donghoon. Though it confuses me, I find this side of him warm.

He stood from the bar and went off to look for you. You were sent to a mission to kidnap the new supplier of drugs that has been affecting your business for weeks now, you had to wear a rather revealing dress as a dress code to the party. You managed to succeed with the mission, leaving it to the hands of Taeju and Donghoon who carried out the unconscious body of your target from a while ago. 

From a far, Mujin saw her scanning the crowds looking for him. A slight smirk painted on his face thinking that she was only looking for him. He made his way towards her, increasing his speed once he saw males surrounding her bombarding her with questions. Without a word, Mujin managed to slip himself in the crowd, placing his hand on one side of your hip, pulling you against him.

 All the guys looked up to him, irritation was painted on their faces. He wanted to show who she is, at least to him, so smirking he said. “There you are,” whispering it to your ear.

 Mujin waited and Y/N seemed to catch up well as a smile painted to her face and her hand falling on his chest. “Oh, hey love.” you said with that voice. “I’ve been looking for you.” you began to snuggle against him, head falling in his chest. 

 “Sorry, let’s go?” All you replied was a nod. With that, Mujin took off his eyes from you and to the guys who was obviously disappointed. He couldn’t stop flashing them a smug grin as he placed his hand on your back, gently assisting you out of the room. His hand lingered even when you two made it to his car.

 “You’ve done so well..” Mujin complimented and I beamed up, of course, my boss was complimenting me so how can I not feel giddy?

 Mujin still wouldn’t take his eyes off of you.

 “Well, because you did so well and it’s such a waste to go home looking like that. Why don’t we go get dinner first?” Looking like that? Did he thought I was beautiful? You looked up at him and saw him already staring at you.

 “Sure,” that’s when Mujin finally took his eyes off of you as he opened the door to his seat, a hidden smile on his face from his approval of your answer. With that, you followed after him and opened your own door.

 Mujin took you to a rather fancy restaurant, the night was filled with just you two talking. You were admiring how he looked, as did he. His eyes never leaving yours. He watched you all night, from how you cut your steak, to how you laughed when he mentioned something funny and to how you drank the your wine. Your tongue running over your lower lip in an attempt to savor it up to its last drop. And though his thoughts ran wild again from this, he restrained himself, knowing all too well how you would react once he took action for his thoughts.

 And so the night ends by him dropping you off to your unit, both of you restraining yourselves, both thinking how the other would be furious once you’ve done something.

 “Oh right, I almost forgot. Here’s the telecomm,” You held the little device in your hand mid air, waiting for Mujin to take it. His hand extended to yours, fingers lightly grazing yours and you both stilled in that moment for a few seconds, both contemplating whether to hold each other hands but deciding not to do so.

 You look away and opened the door. Bowing you say, “Thank you for the dinner.”

 And all Mujin did was to nod his head, your hand closing the door as you proceed to walk off to your door. Mujin can only watch.

 Spending the next year together only worsen the tension. He wanted you more, but he couldn’t do anything about it. And so he observed you with his eyes, watched how you move and fight, and savor listening to your voice.

 You forget the amount of times you had to remind yourself not to think of lewd things when your boss calls you into his suite, instructing you for a mission. And you always had to remind yourself that he was just being a kind friend whenever he tells you to be careful as you turn your back to him after receiving orders. And he would always wait for you to look at him again whenever you halt in place when he does this, but you never did.

 Just like Donghoon and Taeju, Mujin only wanted you to be safe, there was no other underlying meaning to this. So you always convinced yourself to continue walking out of his office.

 One time, this happened in the presence of Donghoon. The moment you left the room, he asked. “What’s stopping you?”

 Mujin didn’t bother to lie, he knew it was useless. So, instead of answering, he just downed his whiskey, hoping that Donghoon will just drop the subject.

Thankfully, he did.

 You were busy in the gym, training the new guys. Especially Do Gangjae, he has the skills and he’s willed enough to win the brawls. Despite being the maknae, he earned the trust of the older trainees. You were having fun for a while, until you heard the news. 

Donghoon is dead.

 Donghoon, your only father figure.

 When you found out about the truth, you found yourself speechless. Asking yourself and even the ghost of Donghoon if everything was just a lie. Those stories, time, laughters and memories that you’ve shared together, was it all just a lie?

 You didn’t even have the courage to go to his funeral, opting never to associate with him again.

 You cared so much for Donghoon. As much as you care for Mujin and Taeju. So his death, despite his betrayal, was still as painful. What made it even worse is knowing who killed him, and still understanding why he was killed... why it was necessary. 

It was the most important rule of Dongcheon, betray the organization and you will be killed. Surely, Donghoon knew of this risk before he entered the organization as a spy.

 Though Mujin will never say it, you knew he hated the situation too. Donghoon was his most trusted friend, and you knew that, for a moment, he hesitated. But it was the rule of Dongcheon, and without it, the organization will crumble.

 His betrayal changed something in your leader, as well as Taeju. Mujin seemed to draw boundaries now, Taeju started calling him sir/boss/CEO again, so you decided to call him that too. Taeju, at first, didn’t want to strike any conversation with you at all, but he eventually came around. 

Mujin did not. It’s as if he had taken all the steps he made towards you, and now you’re both back to zero. He realized how wrong it was for him to trust someone, given his... profession and lifestyle. He should’ve known better. Everyone will betray him someday. And he would eventually have to kill them. 

 Never did the three of you spend your time together again, eating samgyeopsal at the same place, though Taeju will sometimes offer to treat you somewhere else.

 It all gets worse once Donghoon’s daughter came in the picture. She’s too driven by revenge. At times, you wanted to scare her away, to tell her to escape and rebuild her life, but she was too eager to avenge her dad. A part of you felt for her, for all the times that she had missed Donghoon, he was with you, looking after you like a father. Perhaps that was the reason why he was so fond of you? Maybe you reminded him of his own daughter? But you’ll never know.

 You never had the chance to convince Mujin to let go of his little revenge, believing that he wouldn’t listen to you. He seemed to have grown an interest for Donghoon’s girl. Finding her similar to Donghoon, yet different. She was much braver than him. You understood why Mujin was so interested in her and you knew, that if there was someone who could cause Mujin’s and Dongcheon’s downfall... then it would be her.  So you weren’t that surprised, watching Mujin training her in such late hour. He’s smiling again, you can taste jealousy in your tongue.

 Not really having the energy for other things, you volunteered to handle the deal in Japan, and when you came back.. you found out that Gangjae has killed Donghoon’s daughter, Ji-woo, was it?

 Such tragic life.

 Well, yours isn’t any different.

 For the next two years, Dongcheon only became more powerful. Which meant that there were more enemies. Taeju was in charge of transacting with the dealing of drugs while you were in charge of taking care of Dongcheon’s allies, always sent out to make sure that everything is in order. You thought 2 years would be enough for Mujin to come around, but it turns out that you were wrong. Still, you were happy that he seemed to be doing better now, and if your source was correct, a member of Dongcheon said that Mujin was frequently seeing a woman, though you never knew of her name and face. Except for the fact that Mujin drinks in her tumbler, chamomile. She gives him chamomile tea. 

 Mujin waited for you to enter his office, a glass of whiskey in his left hand. It’s been years, but he still finds himself anticipating every chance that he gets just to get a glimpse of you.

 “How are things with the other gangs? Are they demanding something else?” He asked, eyes on her, scanning her face. As always, she looked beautiful, though he wondered why she was wearing a turtle neck instead of their normal dress shirt.

 “There are no problems as of the moment sir, though Seotaji keeps demanding for more drugs, we were able to settle it.”

 “Demanding?”

 “Yes sir, they have a new leader. But it’s all settled.” Mujin only nodded, eyes moving from your eyes and to your neck. He was surprised by what he saw than what he just heard.

 You realized where he was looking at so you quickly pulled your turtleneck higher, hiding the hickeys.

 “Okay, good work, leave.” He said, turning his chair from her form, downing his alcohol again in an attempt to bury the sting in his chest.

 Who was the bastard that left his mark on you? Did they purposely placed it there to remind Mujin how he can never have you? His mind flashed pictures of you with another man, watching and hearing you gasp and moan for someone else... so when he heard the door close behind you, he tossed his glass of whiskey to the floor, his right hand reaching to his pocket, desperately lighting his cigarette to ease his mind of these pictures.

 Taeju entered the room and had it cleaned up. “Is there a problem, sir?”

 Mujin only shook his head. “Is there anything happening with our members?”

 Taeju was confused, what is it that he wanted to know? Knowing that you entered before him, he must’ve realized it.

 “He’s not from Dongcheon,” Mujin nodded.

 Then who the fuck is he?

 “I’d look into it sir—“

 “Why would you?” Mujin grew defensive all of a sudden. “It’s none of my business, I was just curious..”

 “Just to make sure he wouldn’t bring trouble to the organization.” Taeju said, but the look in his eyes alone was enough confirmation that he did knew of Mujin’s intentions.

 “Okay, do that.” Taeju bowed once again before leaving the room.

 In no time, Taeju found out about your lover. He’s just a gangster from an allied gang. He’s at the same age as you.

 This went on for months, you walking in wearing a turtle neck and Mujin already knowing why. He would just dismiss you after that.

 Today was going to be the same, though when you walked in, you saw a tipsy Mujin. Which has never happened before. “Sir,” you bowed.

 “Again?” He asked, laughing bitterly. He stood up and walked around his desk, stopping just in front of it to sit. “Don’t you guys even rest? Is he that crazy for you?”

 You were flustered. “Sir—“

 “Shh, I don’t wanna hear it.” He shook his head. “Can I blame him? No. No."

Before you can even process his words, your attention was suddenly on his touch, he held your hand in his as gently as he could. He then caressed your fingers, his thumb tracing the ring on your finger. Another mark on you. Whoever this guy was, he certainly knew how to show possession, and it drives Mujin crazy but there’s nothing he can do about it. 

 “Are you marrying him?” He asked.

 Before she could even answer, Taeju entered the office. And she was gone in an instant, thinking about what he just said.

 The next time you saw each other, no one mentioned it again. The silent treatment went on until one day you didn’t show up for work, Taeju had no idea why too. And another day passed, still no you. Mujin grew impatient so he sent Taeju to you, but you were not in your apartment.

 The next day, you showed up late at night, apologizing. Mujin sat in his desk, looking at you. “Where have you been?”

 “I apologize sir—“

 “Wait,” he said, eyes scanning your face. He went down from his desk and took strides to stand in front of you. He lifted his right hand and let it fall on your left cheek, his thumb running over a bruise.

 “What happened to you?” You averted your gaze from him, wanting to hide.

 “It’s... I just got into a fight during—“

 “Stop lying, it’s been years since I last saw you with a bruise.” He knew full well that it wasn’t from an enemy, you had let your guard down, which meant that it was caused by someone you trust. Mujin’s hands started to slightly pull the collar of your dress shirt, looking for other bruises.

“Mujin...” 

 All Mujin could feel was rage. “Where is he?”

 “It’s all settled, Mujin. I finished it—“ Mujin only shook his head, trying to calm himself.

 “Y/N, where is he?” When he was sure that you were alright, Mujin left to look for your ex. When he did found him, he was already bruised with a scar on his face, which is your doing.

 Taeju swung his fist first, while Mujin watched.

 When enough was done, Mujin held the guy’s chin and made him look at his eyes. “Who the fuck do you think you are to do that?” He then swung one punch on the man’s jaw, kicking him repeatedly on his chest. “Fucking. Bastard.”

 He then stopped. “Don’t you dare come near her again. Or I’ll make sure you’ll die slowly in the most painful way possible.”

 As the months go by, the little bruise disappeared. Taeju had learned the truth, he attacked you in your apartment when you were asleep after ending things with him, fortunately, your intense training had helped you. You were staying at Liber for the mean time, Mujin didn’t want to risk it. So you weren’t surprised when he suddenly showed up in front of your door step, asking if you two could talk.

 You served him wine that was left by Taeju. His eyes observed you all the while, something that you’re very used to. When you extended your arm to give him his wine. There was only silence between the two of you. When he finished his glass, Mujin only sat there staring at you, waiting for you to empty your own glass, his eyes focused on your lips. How long has it been since he met you? 8 years? And he’s been wanting to bend you in his desk for 6 years. Pining over you and being content with watching you.

 Feeling nervous under his gaze, you downed the remaining wine on your glass. “You’re not wondering why I’m here?”

 You shook your head.

 “How about everything that I said before? Or how I reacted? Are you not curious as to why I reacted like that?”

 “No sir, I thought it’s because it would’ve been a shame to Dongcheo—“

 “Stop pretending, I know you know it.” Mujin said, his teeth clenching as you watch him close his eyes in frustration. You’d be an idiot, if you still don’t know by now that the leader has romantic feelings for you.

 “Know what sir?” To change the topic, you stood up from the couch. “Do you want some more wine si—“ Mujin gently tugged her hand, causing her to fall on his lap.

 His touch was too much. Too much that she couldn’t find the strength to stand up from his lap. Her mind ran wild when he placed his rough hands on her hips, adjusting her thighs to straddle him, his eyes wandering from her eyes to her lips and back to her eyes again.

 “I’ll give you 5 seconds to stand up.” He whispered, looking at her eyes. “5....4.....3.....2....”

 Then his eyes fell on her lips as he gently held her chin. “1,” then he pulled her and kissed her.

 And though Mujin counted, he was expecting for her to pull away, so he was surprised when she rested her hands on his shoulders instead and kissed him back.

 Mujin’s desire only ran wild, his senses were high on alert as they took her in. The feeling of her body against his, her scent, the sound of their lips locking, and the taste of her lips. Suddenly, he felt himself getting drunk of her.

 Y/N thought she would melt, as she felt him gently caressing her arms, rubbing them up and down as if she was fragile. She felt so important, so adored. And if she only knew every thought of Mujin about her, she would definitely feel like a queen. If it was up to him, he could build a statue of her.

 They had to pull away for a while, their eyes opening at the same time. “You’re so beautiful,” Mujin said, scanning her whole face while his hand caressed her cheek, pulling her face close to him again and sticking her forehead to his, closing his eyes. “You taste and feel so good, even better than I imagined.” He then pulled his face away from her to stare at her. “You don’t deserve anything less than perfection, and though I can’t give that to you, I’ll do my best to give you everything that I can.”

 Through his half lidded eyes, Mujin stared in your eyes. “I’ll make sure you won’t ever regret it.... and all I ask in return is for you to stay by my side.”

 He softly traced your facial features with the back of his hand. “Can you do that for me?”

 With this question, you let your hand fall to the face of the man who was letting himself be vulnerable to you, despite of all the betrayals that he went through. “I will stay by your side, even if you don’t ask me to.” Mujin let himself take in the warmth of your hand, your touch drives him crazy that he wondered why he even restrained himself from doing this in the first place, then he would’ve had you for all those years, and you wouldn’t have to suffer from some lowly bastard.

 He nodded at your response before moving his hand from caressing your cheek and to the back of your neck, pulling you in for another kiss. This time, it was deeper. Mujin was eager to taste you, and you let him. Fighting for dominance, you were trying to beat his tongue but when you felt his hands rubbing your thigh, you lost it. Losing your mind, you let him win. Mujin was smirking because of this.

 “Mmmm,” The feel of his rough hands on your soft skin was so addicting. You’ve been touched before, but Mujin’s touch makes you feel like you’re burning up. You wanted more, wanting to feel his warmth, you arch your back and pushed your body closer to his.

 Mujin moaned at the feeling of your chest against his, growing excited by the fact that he could touch you and undress you now, his long time desire. Now that he was distracted, you took your chance to land soft kisses in his jaw and neck. You work on his necktie, loosening it and throwing it somewhere in the room. You then moved to take off his jacket that was tossed somewhere too. You excitedly unbuttoned his dress shirt, aching to feel his skin under your finger tips. Mujin only chuckled at this, helping you unbutton his shirt.

 “So eager for me,” he mused. You pulled away and stared at him through half lidded eyes.

 “Do you even have any idea how badly I wanted to do this?” You whispered, trailing kisses from his jaw, his exposed shoulders and up his neck again to his ear. “Every time you called for me in your office, I wanted nothing but to straddle you in your chair and to just grind into you while leaving kisses in your beautiful neck.”

Mujin felt his cock twitching at your sudden confession. “Is that so?”

 “Yes sir,” He moaned when you started grinding on top of him. “Fuck!” Hands falling on your butt and guiding them to grind against his hard-on. When you finally unbuttoned Mujin’s dress shirt, he took it off and tossed it behind him.

 “As much as I love the feel of your lips, love, I also have my own desires to fulfill.” With that, Mujin pulled you in once again for another hot kiss, this time it was more forceful, you felt the slight burning of your lips. He squeezed your breasts through your clothes and you couldn’t help but moan.

 “Please....” you said as you brushed his hair through your fingers. He held the hem of your t-shirt and pulled it over your head, he pulled away just so he can see you, his eyes filled with lust and burning desire. He expertly unclasped your bra and let them fall down, his eyes dilating at the sight, while he bit his lip with a smirk in his face.

 “So fucking beautiful,” he wasted no time, he pulled you closer and left a trail of kisses in your jaw, sucking everywhere that his lips touched, marking you. Finally. His kisses went down to your neck, finding the spot that made you moan, making sure to bite it and massage it with his tongue afterwards. Your shoulders were not excused, he left his marks too. As his kisses move closer to your breasts, he stopped.

 “Mujin?” He chuckled. “So needy,” he adjusts your position on his lap, making you high enough so that your nipples were on the same level as his lips. He stared at your eyes and you felt his breath on your now perked up left nipple. Then he teasingly licked it.

 “Ahhh...” you let your fingers pull on his hair, pushing him closer to your breasts. He started sucking, then finally, you felt his tongue playing with your nipples. “Shit!” You started grinding your core once again, too turned on.

 Mujin was so satisfied to see you so eager for him. He let go of your nipple with a pop. “So, you have a fetish for nipple sucking.” I felt myself blush from his words. “That’ll be fun, but let’s do that some other time, for now..”

 He moved to your right nipple, doing the same things that he did, he got the same reaction, which was you grinding your core against him. He made sure to leave marks on your breasts too. When he was satisfied, he pushed you up and guided you to clasp your legs on his torso, he then stood up and walked through your bed, not breaking the kiss. You let your hands slide down his heaving chest and the desire to kiss every inch of him took over you.

 Plopping you down to the bed, you took this chance to climb over him. Mujin sighed, knowing he should let you, he then felt your lips on his chest, gently sucking on his skin... he felt weird, never has he been marked before... but he still let you, your lips moved to his tattoo. You pulled away for a second and gave one kiss to it.. just when he though you were gone, you moved your kisses to his nipples. He hissed, strangely liking it. As you move your lips to his other nipple, your hand traveled to unzip his slacks, pushing it lower to palm his hardened member, but he held your hand and turned over, so you were now at the bottom once again.

 His lips fell on your breasts, wanting to feel the soft skin of your love handles... his finger traced your tattoo that was identical to him, while his left hand pulled your shorts down. He once again kissed your neck while his finger rubbed circles over your soaked panties.

 “Mmmmm...” you moaned. Your breath ragged. He bit you the junction of your neck and shoulder and you were losing your mind so you reached down to take off your panties but he stopped you.

 “I want it to be so soaked, love.” He said, kissing you once again, silencing your protests.

 “Mmm please, ahh— touch me please Mujin.” You wanted to feel his finger without the cloth and Mujin pulled away to watch you pleading. He buried his nose into your neck once again, inhaling your scent.

 “Sorry, I won’t be touching you... not yet.” He said before moving down, he then took off your panties in one move and pulled your legs over his shoulders. He slowly left small kisses in your thighs and his beard felt so heavenly in your skin, you watched under you as he buried his nose in your skin, seemingly wanting to take in your scent. He started moving again and you arch your back to get him where you wanted, but to no avail.

 “Mujin please..”

 “So wet for me, so eager, is this how much you want me, love?”

 “Yes—“ before you can even finished, Mujin licked your folds gently eliciting a loud moan from you. “You taste and smell so good,” you arched you back again, wanting nothing but to bury him in your pussy.

 “Please, Mujin.” He didn’t know you’d be the type to plead, but he likes it, so much. So he gave you what you want and began licking your clit, his mouth eating you as if he was starved for a long time. The moans that went out of your mouth were too loud accompanied by your hand in his hair and hearing his name with your gasps and whines made him so eager to draw out every single noise that he can get from you. He buried his nose in your pussy, while he worked his tongue, wanting to get you to come.

 “G-gonna come,”

 “Go on love, go on...” then he felt your body shaking under him, he looked up at you and in no time, you came in his mouth, his tongue helping you to ride out your high. He tasted your cum, loving how you taste, all the while staring at your face. You eyebrows were scrunched up and your eyes were almost closing, mouth open wide and your chest rising and falling. He then stood up for a while, taking off all of his remaining clothes as you watch him, you legs opening at the sight. He pumped his dick with a smirk on his face as he watched how you reacted.

 He then hovered over you once again.

 “W-wait, Mujin... I-I’m overstimulated.” Mujin only kissed your neck.

 “It’s alright. I think you can take it, love. You’ll do well, going to take me so well, right?”

 You had no choice but to nod, wanting to make him feel good.

 “You want this, right? I can stop now..”

 “No, please, please don’t stop.” Mujin nodded and he took your legs to help you lock them around him, they were powerless, looks like you’re only used to coming once. Huh. For a while, he kissed you to wait for you to move on from your high. Hands cupping your breasts and thumbs playing with your nipple, he noticed that he never failed to bring out a moan from you when it comes to your nipples.

 Once he felt you’re alright he placed his arms under yours and held your shoulders, pulling you close to him, his chest  touching yours and that alone can make him come. He slid his member on your folds, up and down, before he slowly entered you. You were already slick, but it still was hard for him to slide through. You buried your nails into his back while being stretched out. “Fuck, Y/N.” Once it was all in, he stopped for a moment, waiting for you to adjust, and when you left a kiss on his neck, Mujin knew he could start.

 He pulled his hips back and slowly pushed it in, making a sound from slapping his hips to your own. “You feel so good... fuck.. so so good,”

 He thrust into you one more time, almost losing his mind on how tight you were. “Mujin...” his thrust starting to get faster, though he always had to remind himself not to get too lost, but it was so hard not to lose control... you feel so good around him.

 “You were made to be mine, love. You were made to be fucked by me— oh,” he can hear your whines, the fact that you can’t even form words struck him. He almost came when he felt you clenching around him. “Shibal—ah.”

 He buried his face in your chest, moaning into your skin as his pace continued to pick up, your moans and whines only got louder. You were now meeting his thrusts, so it made him think that he could still go faster, which made you scream.

 “My noisy princess,” he chuckled, leaving sloppy kisses in every skin that he could reach. He watched as your breasts bounced in each of his thrusts and how you maintained eye contact with him through your half lidded eyes, forehead scrunched up. The image of you made him hornier.

 “I-I’m—“ he was mind blown by how you were able to cum for him again.

 “Good girl, you’re doing so well, princess...” he left kisses on your chests, knowing you were overstimulated once again, which made sense on why you were whining.

 “Mujin—please,”

 “Shhh shhh, you can take it princess, just one more... one more, you’re doing so well.” He caressed your hair, stepped back for a minute moving your legs over his shoulders for a new angle. He pinned your wrists at the side of your head, now satisfied with the fact that he’s face to face with you, so he left sloppy kisses on your lips, muffling your moans.

 “MMMMMM,” you started writhing and he knew that he found your gspot, so he continued in this angle, detaching his lips from yours to bury his forehead to your left shoulder, he was going crazy.

 His thrusts became sloppy so you knew he was coming, you moved your hips a little to create a circular motion and he gasped. “Y/N...” you clenched your pussy to his and he buried his forehead deeper into your neck, leaving a bite on the junction while his finger stimulated your clit, causing you to come for the third time.... it finally caused him to come too, your name repeated like a mantra in your neck as he rode out both of your highs together.

 He pulled out from you as he let himself collapse beside you, the both of you were panting for a moment. When he moved on, he reached for your face and caress it. You were completely used and he knew you couldn’t even stand. He sat up and looked over at you, eyes falling at the pool of cum in your pussy, oozing out of you, he’s beginning to grow turned on again, but you clearly cannot take another round.

 Gently, he kissed your lips as softly as he could, his hands playing with your breasts, and you still reacted. “Let’s get you cleaned up, love.” And so he carried you to the bathroom and gave you a bath, his hands loving the softness of your skin. You tried to do the same to him but it was hard. He chuckled at this and assured you. “It’s alright, I got it.”

 He reminded you to pee and he washed your feminine area for you, longer than he had to, but it still did the trick. He dried your hair and your body, not wanting you to get sick, then he placed you back on the bed once again, placing a soft kiss beside your head. “Thank you for tonight,”

 All you could reply was a hum and then you fell asleep, Mujin engulfing you in his arms before draping the blanket over the two of you, still amazed at how good you felt against him, he swore never to stop touching you again.

#choimujin #choi mujin x reader #Choi Mujin fanfiction #my name #park hee soon #choi mujin #choi moojin #choi mujin imagine #my name imagines

[magisland]

PAY ME A COFFEE

author’s note: i really liked to write it thinking that this happens in the same universe as joshua’s one and even thought about turning it to a smau or something like that, but i think it’s better not, right? don’t know if it would come out nicely.. anyways, enjoy it!!

“eyyy, i’ve already told you it’s not like that. i only find them attractive, that’s all! i don’t even know their name, i only see them going to work because we take the same bus.”, jeonghan says to the phone while walking with airpods and a coffee on his left hand.

“you’re basically trying to say that you have a crush on them but you’re too afraid of talking to them so you just became their stalker.”, seungcheol says on the other side of jeonghan’s phone, “hannie, they’re not gonna talk to you, you always tell me that they’re always with their eyes on magazines or on their phone, so just make a move for god’s sake!”

“hey i’m not a stal-“ jeonghan was interrupted by someone who bumped into him, making his coffee fall out of his hands and meet the floor. “yaah! what the-”

“shit. oh my god i’m so sorry, i was a little bit distracted and i’m in a hurry, i’m really sorry!” you say picking up jeonghan’s coffee from the floor. jeonghan is just standing there, he was ready to complain with the person who bumped into him, but when he saw you he froze, he couldn’t argue with his bus crush.

“cheol, i’ll call you back later, bye.” jeonghan ends the phone call and looks at you standing up to give him what left of his coffee. “you really drink the coffee from this cafe? jesus christ, thank god i made you drop it, i just saved your life.” you say smiling and fixing your hair.

“pa-pay me a coffee.”

“what?”

“you made me drop my coffee and even complained about me buying it in this cafe, you should buy me a coffee then, a good one.”

“hey, i didn’t complain about it, just said that i made you a favor by dropping this nasty coffee but alright, how much do you need it? is ten dollars enough? i’ll give you fifteen so you can buy something more, i recommend the sector 17 cafe, i only buy my coffee there.”

“i don’t know where this cafe is. take me there.” he smiles a little bit.

“ah.. but i’m already late, can’t i just give you the money? you can find the place by searching it up or asking someone.”

“then give me your number and you can pay me a new coffee when you’re free.”

you laugh at disbelief, but you smile right after. “it’s fair, hand me your cellphone.” jeonghan hands his cellphone right away with his smile growing bigger and bigger as you type a cellphone number on his phone and give it back to him. “here, now i have to go. sorry for the coffee again!”

he watches you go away and quickly calls the number you typed. “hello?” you say and only hear a chuckle, you turn back to see the man who you bumped into just to see him smiling at you with his phone in his ear, “seriously?” you say in a serious way. “just wanted to make sure you gave me the right number, now that i know you did, i can hang up. have a nice day.”

you chuckle as soon as he hanged up and go back to going to your work, but this time you go to a different direction, leaving jeonghan who was watching you fade away with the crowd finding it stranger, but relieved that today he’s not taking the same direction and bus as you and leaving you with the thought that he’s stalking you.

“they’re really something..”

#seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #svt fanfic #svt fluff #svt imagines #svt x y/n #yoon jeonghan #jeonghan #jeonghan fanfic #jeonghan fluff #jeonghan imagines #jeonghan x y/n #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan x you #jeonghan imagine #svt imagine #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines

[songfell-ut]

Songfell anniversary post, pt 1

Eyyy so four years ago today, I posted the first three chapters of my story on AO3, having seen an unfinished comic and gotten permission from the artist to write a fic using her premise. This here is the first piece of Songfell art ever, commission from the OG comic creator, @lostmypotatoes 👌

So! I am not posting any new content for the moment. My mom has been having health problems, including me having to help take her to the ER (she's fine, just needs to stay in bed for a while), which delays actual writings a bit. What I am doing is reposting art from four years of Tumblr! C'mon down memory lane, wheeeeee

(Part 2, Part 3)

This is going to be in VERY VERY approximate chronological order as it depicts stuff in the story. Stuff with no set place in the story will be guesstimated because I have that power ah ha ha ha ha

Disclaimer: I've pulled all of these from posts or reblogs made by this specific blog. If I didn't see or repost any Songfell art you've done, especially for the videos, I did not leave it out on purpose. I threw in exactly one image from Discord for the sake of completing a set, but that was it.

In cases of multiple...okay it's just the fork scene that has multiple iterations because everyone liked it, but besides the opening one here (which is still my AO3 pfp!), the one that was the first piece of non-commissioned art I ever got will be first. Enjoy!

This was the first non-potatoes art in the videos, I believe, done by the superlative @venelona (probably the most prolific of the arts on here), when somebody realizes he's gonna lose 😘

The collection skips ahead to Sans contemplating killing the nice lady and then totally randomly thinking of Kris instead, by @mambourin D: But whaddya know--

See? That's the sound of losing, son

That's the sight of losing, by @sharkowskii, whose work speaks for itself. Here's the whole thing, colored fantastically by Vene.

Know what else they did together, and happens once he's been knocked out?

(Look at this so good holy shit) Frisk's had a bit of a tired, scared cry in the hall, and it's time to face her new guest head-on.

I lost my mind at least a little bit when I first saw these, ngl. I can't find the next page that she did for the compiled "movie" video 😢 But now we're coming up on a fun bit of Songfell lore!

I was scrolling through Tumblr and glanced over what looked like a picture of my Frisk ha ha that was kind of VENELONA DID A THING WAIT WHAT

First ever fanart, that's what. We have a High Priestess who is completely done with his goddamn nonsense, and

Pictured: goddamned nonsense. N-Not like he LIKES you, baka

Aaand here's my Discord pfp, by @xxkoichiixx (who seems not to be on here anymore D:).

And here's a very plausible alternate outcome by @vafro1.

Though this was a bit more like it, thanks to @naomyart.

Oh look a distraction after he was stupid what are the odds (Catler1!)

Last and never least (none of you are >:( so there), puns are dumb and it turns out they're into it. The End...for now

...

Bonus outtake recording illustration from @dale-the-human

#songfell #songfell anniversary post #dale's dogs fearlessly protect her against useable audio

[navvyu]

eyyy can i request lilia hcs with Yuu!reader who is like

just became like another kid of his-??

like they are always chatting with him excitedly, which sometimes makes the fae petting their head

(not mentioning them bickering with sebek 24/7) but overall they make a good company

sorry if too much bye <3

AN: Thanks for requesting! i wasn't really sure what to title this so i hope its what you asked for (°ー°〃) (i also wrote this as platonic) btw this came out WAY longer than i thought it would so- yeah :).

Lilia with a reader that he helps open up / Lilia (emotionally) adopts reader

*not beta read

includes: lilia (platonic) + mentions of sebek, silver, and malleus

lilia

the second lilia met you, he was trying to get you to loosen up

lilia often follows you around and talks to you even if you don't respond or seem cold to him

he can acknowledge that it takes time for one to build trust so he doesn't push more than he needs to

once you open up to him (and the rest of diasomnia) he he ecstatic!

He often matches your energy when your excited or just overall happy

Lilia loves watching you interact with the rest of diasomnia, it fills him with an odd sense of pride

Lilia also is NOT afraid to run across half the campus to give you a quick hug before you go to your next class

If your having trouble with any of your classes, he's willing to help you out or study with you

while your both in the lounge, lilia might play/style your hair just for fun

attempts to cook for you on multiple occasions, you can guess how that ends up...

Lilia enjoys listening to you rant about anything, trash talking somebody? He's 100% agreeing with you. Non-stop talking about something that interests you? He's giving occasional commentary. Talking about how you got some good grades on something? He's cheering you on.

He finds it amusing when he stumbles upon you and Sebek being very passive-aggressive to each other, he might step in if it gets too heated but usually he just watches you laughing silently

Seeing you and Silver together just warms his old heart!

Additionally, seeing you and Malleus hang out makes him happy for Malleus, but he's also happy that you decided to hang out with Malleus

"Well Kiddo, how about we go buy you something nice! Why? What do you mean why? Can't your old man wanna buy you something?"

#twst headcannons #twst imagines #twst wonderland #twst x reader #twst #navvyu asks #navvyu writes #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #lilia #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia vanrouge #twst x gn reader #lilia x gn reader #lilia vanrouge x gn reader #gn reader #x gn reader #lilia as a father figure to the reader #father figure lilia #diasomnia

[uninformedartist]

So a review on Helluva boss So2 ep 6

Ok so gonna break this review down into positives and negatives with my additional thoughts.

Positives:

So always start off with this, big props and love to the animation team we know know and see your struggle working under Vivienne and animating her over-complicated designs. Props to the BG team really stunning backgrounds, was actually a bit over the top for me (Ozzie's palace and especially the dildo factory shit was moving way too fast) but did pause to have a look at the BGs it is really pretty, the shit pacing made everything a visual blur tho.

VA work stunning love always a joy to hear Alex and James in any VA work tho Fizz's song was eyyy not the best but don't blame Alex it was a shittly written song in general especially when it went to the heavy metal part, overstimulating af and again shit pacing during the song and the flashing visuals gave me a headache. Striker's new VA, Ed's voice really grew on me he should've been Striker in the 1st place because I know for a fact Norman couldn't reprise his role for future episodes.

I loved Ozzie and Fizz's relationship especially the end scene where you can see Ozzie development or got hold of the best technology to give Fizz functional limbs, was a tender scene their relationship and interactions made me smile. I'll give Viv 1 ty for not fucking up their relationship, ty Viv (I can be nice to her :). Tho 1 scene that bothered me... the 12 sec Ozzie dong scene 💀 my soul it was just so jarring especially with the fast pacing. Felt like a race car coming to an immediate stop then speeding off again. Would've like the scene replaced with Fizz telling Bliz something nice about Ozzie, why Fizz likes him. I'm tired of queer couples/pairings in this show describing their partner in 2 ways, 1. how good they are in bed or 2. they got x anatomy that's amazing. But its Viv writing this ep, sigh her and her damn middle school sex jokes I'll let it slide.

Now negatives:

I said it before I'll say it for all eternity, the pacing was dogshit bad oh my soul wtf... Viv, Adam whoever I know you guys don't listen to criticism but if any criticism you take fix your damn pacing 😑. I had to pause multiple times just to see what has happening, what was said, what this paper/sign etc said. It was bad, and that paired with the overdetailed BGs and character designs, for the 1st time ever I got overstimulted from a HB ep and had to take a 5 min break to rest my eyes (was by Fizz's song). Its a noisey spinning kaleidoscope this ep, so unpleasant and its all pacing. Stay on certain scenes a bit longer and allow the audience to take in the scene before them (that flackback scene) its makes a difference. If you get overwhelmed/overstimlated ect by such visuals I recommend watching the leaked episode its much better in terms of pacing since its mostly storyboards and there is no color, plus its just the VAs talking with no background music and zero to minimal sound effects.

I didn't care for Crimson in this episode, I know he became Viv's favorite 😒 but seeing this fucker back so soon, it wasn't enjoyable, especially since the only reason he's in this ep is for a "big score" 😑. Also I'm tired of this over convenient plots, Fizz so happened to be in the greed ring and so happened to run into Blitz and Striker so happened to be in greed meeting with Crim who need a man for a "big score" AND SO HAPPENED Striker sees Fizz/Blitz fighting outside the window 🙃. Its all too convenient for me it takes me out and I then think how the plot coming together is ridiculous.

Striker is so under utilized. Since Viv hates him (confirmed by sources I can't pull now apologies) and she wrote this episode, everything established of Striker in So1 is destroyed. He's a husk of his intended character, all talk no show, a misogynistic clown who you can see Viv has no care writing him properly because she doesn't like him which is fucking horrible, this woman will butcher an integral villian, one with a good motivation (he hates blue-bloods) all because "oh I don't like him he's not in my fav OC list", petty af.

Fizz's disability and how its handled, spoke about it in this post:

It still remains the same though now we see it wasn't Wally holding the cake just some other imp and the card Bliz made for Fizz was a love confession still doesn't justify his reaction shoving the imp and his still underlying jealousy of Fizz since they were young. Yes it was backing off from a love confession/ashamed he's not as good a performer as Fizz, Blitz was jealous of Fizz. Made another post saying how I like how Fizz sees his disability, he's content, happy, has Ozzie who understands him and even made/went out his way to get Fizz the best prosthetics to better his quality of life, I like that good on Fizzy :).

5. Going to be a separate long post on (ಠ_ಠ) Blitz, THE FUCKING BIRD IS BACK 💀💀💀 why your rotisserie chicken ass not in hospital or we just skipping past that and how Viv keeps I'm gonna say it, forcing her characters to have daddy issues by writing this fucking irritating basic fanfic trope of killing the mother offscreen/not having the mother in the picture/us seeing her face. A commenter pointed this out and it irritates me because its the 3rd time she does this, she show Tilla (Blitz's mom) in pictures, you think there would be an episode revolving around Blitz's childhood etc but no she's "in" a fast paced pitty party flashback. This woman really can't show an ounce of respect to any female characters.

This is all for now, will be making more posts the more this ep settles in.

Score: 4.7/10

#vivziepop critical #helluva boss critical #my post #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss critique

[eveandtheturtles]

Massage

Yay, this one is finally donezooo. This was a request from.... I don't remember who, I'm very sorry but it's past midnight on Sunday night and I need to get to shower and sleep REALLY soon. Enjoy y'all! And lemme know if I did any good lol Reblog! Don't repost!

Tag for: @madammuffins @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @pheradream15 @dilucsflame33 @sharpwindow (anyone else who wants on this list let me know!)

Rating: E, like Explicit. Like Eyyy, this is some smut!

Pairing: Leo x fem!Reader.

Summary: You were stressed, Leo got ideas.

You were stressed and anxious. It was nearing the end of the finals, your job was trying to cram more shifts into your already busy schedule and your old ass mattress wasn’t helping you get proper sleep. On top of that your vigilante boyfriend was busy trying to bust some gang operations in the city. It all resulted in you being a bit more on the cranky side.

You tried to stay strong, it soon should all clear out and you’ll get your long overdue cuddles. Yeah, you could do that.

You pulled your headphones back on and tried to focus on the text. When 10 minutes later a bottle of soda got placed in front of you you jumped up a little turning to see who the intruder was.

“Leo!” You exclaimed tearing your headphones off of your head. Immediately you stood up and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I missed you so much.”

Leo leaned down to make it easier for you but his hands were a bit too busy holding pizza and a plastic bag of snacks to hug you back. 

“We bagged the baddies early, I thought I might surprise you,” he said and you two kissed sweetly.

“So thoughtful.” You chuckled relaxing against him for a second, then you snatched the pizza. “What did you get?” You opened the box all giddy. The smell reminded you you haven’t really eaten in the past couple of hours. Truly, Leo had the best timing. “Pepperoni!” You answered your own question and he huffed a little laugh.

Soon you both were on your bed with your laptop in his lap as you watched some new Netflix show. You were only half watching, enjoying how his fingers felt over your shoulder and neck while he stroked your skin absentminded. His cheek was resting over the top of your head and he’d kiss you from time to time. He really enjoyed the texture of your hair.

You tried to snuggle even closer despite almost laying on top of him but the angle you chose was a bit off and your back decided it will not have that.

You hissed and sat up.

“What’s wrong?” Instantly, Leo was alert.

“It’s just my back. It’s been difficult couple weeks,” you explained. “Not - crime-fighting, life-risking difficult but y’know.”

“Hey, don’t sell yourself so short, okay?” He frowned. “Just because we deal with different things doesn’t make it more or less hard. Let me see.” He coaxed you gently to turn your back to him.

“Is this going to be the bit of a sexy massage montage?” You joked and then hissed as he pressed his finger to a particularly hard knot on your back.

“Nope.”

“Aww…”

He was right. It wasn’t, it hurt like hell before it felt good. And when it felt good you quickly fell asleep. Then Monday rolled by you wrote your exams and the week just blurred until it was the weekend again. 

You finished your shift at work and were about to head back home when your Donnie-issued cellphone dinged with a new text. From your boyfriend. You smiled and opened it.

FearlessInBlue: "Do you have time tonight?"

You wondered what he could be planning. 

"Yeah, what's up?"

FearlessInBlue: "Drop by the lair. Everyone will be out."

A thrill bloomed deep low inside your belly. 

"I'll be there in 3 hours?" 

FearlessInBlue: "Awesome."

You raced to your place to get ready and then to get to the lair. You looked around and confirmed that indeed everyone was out.

“You’re early.”

You almost jumped out of your skin when you heard Leo’s voice right next to your ear. You spun around to face him and felt a rush of blood to your head. The way Leo was looking at you was simply dangerous. The intense blue gaze eyed you head to toe, hungry.

“Y-yeah.” You swallowed hard. “So, um- where is everyone?”

“They all went to watch a game,” he said. His body swayed a little as he wrapped one arm around your waist. “I said I had plans with you.” He pulled you close and nipped at your ear.

“O-oh.” You bit your lips.

“Come on.”

He pulled you with him to his room. When you stepped inside it you let out a deep sigh. It looked so intimate. Leo placed some loose red fabrics on the walls and lit up candles giving the room a soft glow. There were rose petals scattered around; elegant, white bottles, towels; a brown, mystery basket and soft pillows all of it around the centerpiece that was the mattress. The room also felt warmer than usual.

Leo stood behind you, his hands on your arms, and he kissed your shoulder.  

“You did all this?”

“I just ran with your idea,” he admitted with a low chuckle.

“Sexy massage?” You raised your eyebrow, amused.

“Sexy massage,” he nodded sagely.

You both smiled, Leo breaking character a little, as you pulled him further in with you. 

“Will you help me undress then?” You wrapped his arms around his middle looking up at him.

“I was planning to, yes.” He leaned down for a sweet kiss.

His wandering hands were already attempting to remove your shirt. You parted but held each other's gaze. The shirt slipped off of you to the floor. Next, Leo knelt down in front of you. He kissed your bare stomach, while his hands slipped around your waist. Off went your bottoms and underwear. His palms glided down your legs and took off your shoes.

Your breath hitched watching him work. The gentle way he moved made you feel like a deity. Worshipped.

“Lay down,” he whispered. “On your stomach.”

You obeyed and waited. 

Leo moved on his knees closer to the mattress. He opened the basket first. You eyed him curiously. The very first thing that came out of it was a feather. He tickled your ear and you giggled. He smiled softly and trailed it over your shoulder blades, down your spine, setting pleasant shivers in your body. The feather ghosted over the small of your back, circled each of your cheeks and down your legs. Your toes curled a little as he did all that and managed to make it so sensual. 

You certainly wouldn't be falling asleep any time soon.

Next he took one of the white, ceramic bottles and some kind of liquid dripped onto his hand. He worked it between his fingers for a moment, warming it up. You were getting excited just by watching him. So focused on his task. He noticed your look and huffed a chuckle. 

“What?” He asked.

“I love you.” You smiled

“I didn’t do anything yet.” He shook his head but leaned down to kiss your head. “Let me know if you ever feel uncomfortable, okay?”

“Okay,” you agreed.

Soon you felt him touch your back, slowly working your back muscles. From your shoulders moving down. The gentle kneading, the way the heel of his palm and fingers were undoing all those kinks you got over the week. The oil made it all smoother, the repeated motions warming you up.

“Mmm, god you are so good at this,” you sighed.

“Thank you. This is just a start," He promised. 

That's when he slipped over your ass. The thumb and forefinger spread pressing over the cheeks and going down. Then with a stronger grip of his whole hands. 

You let out a soft groan. It was getting to the good part. You felt his nails getting in on the action with gentle scratches over your skin. 

"Turn around," he told you and you eagerly did so. 

Now you had a much better view of him as he began to massage your arms. The slow, circular motion was turning your bones into goop. Then he got to your hands. A gentle press of his thumb, a kiss on each knuckle. He basically studied and explored your hand. And then sucked on a digit. His eyes were on you with such intensity… the way he slowly took your finger in his mouth, the sensation- you couldn't help but moan. 

A victorious, lustful smirk bloomed on his mouth. 

"Tease," you jokingly complained.

"That is the point." He said, proud of himself.

Then he repeated his magic on your other arm. 

Next, his thumbs rubbed over your clavicle, loosening the muscle there. You were already feeling like putty in his hands but were not protesting. You shivered as his hands slid down between your breasts. With the back of his fingers and knuckles, he circled lightly over them, stroking the undersides then squeezing them lightly. Always avoiding the hardened, dark peaks of your breast. You whimpered and shakily inhaled. 

He continued to tease for a minute, two, it stretched into infinity. Your nipples stiff almost painfully from the anticipation. You groaned, impatient.

"Leo."

"Shh," he shushed you. "Patience."

But he rewarded you. When he lightly pinched them between his knuckles, you moaned loudly. He lowered his mouth, helping himself to you. 

Feeling the rough texture of his tongue on you, you arched and cried out. Your oiled fingers tried to grip on his head but you kind of slipped. 

He chuckled, then took your hands then placed them back down. 

"No touching, sweetheart~" he kissed you sweetly and you whined in protest as he moved away.

"Fiiiiine."

He moved back down, slowly rolling your nipples between his fingers, pinching and pulling. He tested different strengths and watched your reactions. He implemented his tongue, slowly rubbing it over the stiffened peaks, making your toes curl. You were panting, gripping onto the fabric underneath you. 

Regretfully in your opinion, he moved away from your breast. Now it was time to knead your sides. He tickled your belly a little and made you laugh, giving you time to catch your breath in this high-intensity situation. 

You inhaled and exhaled as he positioned himself between your knees. He now was rubbing circled over your hip bones and traced kisses over your underbelly. 

You bit your lips. The next sensation was his nails lightly scratching the insides of your thighs. The knowledge of how close he was to your sex built up the anticipation further. You suspected that you were going to fall apart the moment he'd touch you there.

Leo could see the wet stain you created on the sheets and felt incredibly proud of himself. You were shivering with pleasure under his touch. All he did to you was making you breathless and the thought of that just swelled inside him. 

"You're gorgeous," he said and kissed your thigh. "You're like my personal deity." He kissed the other one. "I wish to worship you every day of my life."

You moaned hearing his honeyed words.

"Leo… please."

"As you wish," he said and kissed your nether lips, making you jump a little. 

Gosh!

He was definitely taking his time, frustrating you further. You could feel your core just scream for him already. His tongue, his finger, his cock. 

"Just fill me up," you whined but he didn't obey. 

He licked over your folds, then kissed over them. His tongue slowly pried them open to trace the edges. You realized he was tracing his name over you. Each letter was precisely licked and engraved over you. L, E, O, N, A, R, D, O. With one hand up he reached up to your breast, to tease it while he worked. 

Then with the tip of his tongue, he rubbed the seam between your clit and entrance. He put more pressure in there, movements rougher. He was tracing the now sensitive muscles that led inside you and you begged the gods for him to breach it. You were so fucking close. 

He didn’t. Instead, his mouth wandered up again. Wrapped around your pearl and gently sucked.

You cried out, your legs wrapped around his head, locking him in a tight prison and you wouldn’t let go. What’s more important he didn’t. He continued to stroke and suck on your clit, stronger, harder, with a vicious purpose. Your body was victoriously wrecked with wave after wave of orgasm. You didn’t even know you were crying out until you stopped, whimpering helplessly and your throat burned.

You laid there before him, completely boneless, head empty, twitching and whimpering when he pulled back as he gently pried your legs from around his neck.

He must have seen something in your eyes because he hovered over you and gently kissed you. His whole beak was soaked in you and you could taste herself on his tongue.

You couldn’t talk. You were just in pure bliss.

“Was it good?” He asked and you nodded. “Good,” he chuckled with a sense of accomplishment and a job well done.

He tried to pull back but you stopped him. A question appeared on his features.

“More,” you managed to utter. Your jelly knee nudged his waist. You were not going to let him sleep after that.

He pushed down his pants, stiff and ready after all that he did to you. He laid between your legs and slowly pushed himself in. 

You moaned, hands going around his neck and nails into his skin. 

“Yeeeessss,” you moaned into his ear. 

Oh, god this was so good. Just to feel him stretch you, fill you. You nearly sobbed you wanted him so close. 

“Don’t let me go,” you begged him. 

“I won’t,” he replied. He remained still for a moment, letting take it all in. Your breath evened out and you nuzzled his cheek.

“Move,” you ordered and he did.

He tried to be slow, but you could tell he wanted to chase his pleasure as well. He was so good to you.

“Please, Leo, fuck me,” you hissed into his ear. Your inner muscles squeezed him tight. You heard him moan and you knew you won this time. He may have still been going slow, but the hard and sharp thrusts were bringing stars into your vision as he bent you in half. Your tights were going to have his imprint on them and you definitely ruined all the fabrics he had gathered for the scene. And by God, you loved every second of it.

Hours later, both of you sweaty and barely conscious, laid on the mattress, entwined together in a way you couldn’t quite tell where you ended and he started. You were so happy.

“So,” you spoke from atop his plastron, “I will rate this massage experience 10/10, will you write me down in your books for another appointment?” 

“Sure, let me just check my calendar,” he replied.

Your eyes met and you both started laughing. You kissed but kept on giggling. Mmm, yes, an experience to repeat for sure.

#leo x reader #eve scribbles #tmnt leonardo #leo bayverse #bayverse leonardo #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014 #bayverse turtles #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt bayverse #leo x you

[azure-firecracker]

ATLA Live Action Stream of Consciousness (Episode 5, Part 1):

This one’s gonna be 3 parts because I have many thoughts.

Best episode title so far!

Katara’s done some powering up we love to see it! (I know people think it’s too fast but I think with how much we’ve seen her struggle it’s okay).

Okay this is the Winter Solstice two parter. Not one of my favorites from the OG actually so hopefully they do something new and interesting.

Aang being a little angsty. I think that’s good to show that he has layers but they shouldn’t overdo it (Netflix your track record sucks).

See this scene with Aang and Katara is one where I don’t mind her being quieter. I don’t even necessarily mind her being a little quieter in general as long as they make her…a character with agency. And let her be more than “sweet demure girl.”

Sokka being good with kids is cute and endearing.

When did Aang learn all about spirit stuff?

Snarky Zuko! Love to see it! And I’m glad they’re not making him too nice. Based on what I saw on Tumblr I thought he might be.

AZULA SCENE YAY YAY YAY!

She’s nailing the voice and the facial expressions.

LIZZY’S FACE WHEN OZAI GIVES HER THE SLIGHTEST PRAISE I CAN’T!!

AND NOW SHE’S GOING TO CRY!

This is an interesting take on how Ozai shaped Azula into the “perfect child” so to speak. It didn’t occur to me that he would use Zuko as a comparison or a threat, or that he would be putting her down like that. I always pictured it more as her being on this pedestal and knowing that everything would be lost if she fell off. That being said, this version is good too. I think it’s something that conceivably could have happened, presuming some stuff changes before she ends up where she is at the beginning of book 2. I like that they show her reaction so plainly. It makes sense that she’s more emotional here, because this is her learning to bury and hide those emotions since they’re so obviously her weakness. It’s clear that they want to make her a real character, and I’m glad for it. It’s also super clear that Ozai is using her, and I’m glad for that too.

Much less deep but the throne room set is gorgeous. I love that EVERYTHING is red.

Poor Aang really has the weight of the world on his shoulders. I think they were good to show this more than they could in the cartoon, but I feel like he hasn’t had a moment of levity in so long.

Oh they’re ALL in the spirit world that’s an interesting change.

I like the ethereal feel of the spirit world but the bright swirly lights are not good for my sensory sensitive self.

I love a good pub scene. This music they’re playing sounds like a sevdalinka which I also love!

Eyyy callbacks to side quests they had to cut!

Poor Zuko you’re so miserable.

JUNE HAS ME FLOORED SHE’S SO HOT WTF?!

Okay she is everything.

WHY IS WAN SHI TONG HERE?!

I’ve seen people ask what they’re gonna do in season 2 if they get one since they’ve used so many plotlines and here I’m inclined to agree. They can’t cut the Library episode.

This “truth showing” business reminds me of the swamp but I am okay with this. We REALLY need some character exploration.

#atla #natla #netflix atla #avatar the last airbender #atla stream of consciousness #katara #aang #sokka #zuko #azula #ozai #june atla #atla live action

[thatgirl-yn]

PLEASEEE write something about paris fashion week jeonghan and reader!! i’d love it if they could be in a relationship but whatever you choose i’ll be happy with!

Reconnected

Character: Jeonghan x reader

Genre: Fluff, bestfriend!au, model!Jeonghan x baker!reader

Word count: 970

You are in your bakery greeting a customer when you felt your phone buzz. It was Jeonghan, your high school best friend, who messaged you saying that he is in your city, you two got separated when you went to Paris to continue pursuing your passion which is baking while he entered the modeling industry in Korea. You hadn’t contacted him for a long time because both of you became so busy after graduating from high school and going your separate ways. Your journey studying and living in a foreign country wasn’t easy and it was a big adjustment in your life, you have to adapt to their language, culture, and lifestyle. Nevertheless, it was still fun, you met new friends, and most importantly you established your career. Now you own a bakery in town, it’s pretty popular among teens. You replied to your friend to meet you near where he is staying.

You wore a basic tee and jeans topped with a trench coat and walked to the hotel where Jeonghan is staying. You saw him waiting outside wearing a black shirt, and black jeans topped with a black coat. The wind blew his long hair gently. It was the first time you saw him after many years but damn he is still as hot as you remembered or even hotter. He looks more mature but he is so handsome with his long hair. You heaved a deep breath before you called his name in which he turned in your direction. 

“Hey y/n. I missed you” he hugged you and your heart may or may not have skipped a beat.

“Jeonghan, long time no see. And I missed you too” you replied then smiled, happy seeing your best friend.

“How is your life here?” he asked you with his usual head tilt.

“It’s great actually I own a bakery near here anyway… Welcome to Paris, so what brings you here?”

“I was invited by SL to attend their F/W Men's Collection” he replied nonchalantly

“Wow, that is big! You’re a big shot now huh?” he chuckled lightly “Eyyy, no that’s not true” he responded with his usual line, how you missed him it brings back memories of you together in high school. Truth be told, he was your first love, but you kept it inside you knowing he only sees you as his best friend or his sister. You were partners in crime, doing pranks on your classmates, sometimes cutting classes just to go to the rooftop and watch the sun setting down. You did a lot of silly things together and those were the memories you treasure the most. You didn’t have the opportunity to tell him how you feel so you just left with your feelings hoping they would die down too. Seeing him now brings back everything like you are back in high school. You snapped out of your thoughts when Jeonghan called your name

“Y/n, come on tour me around the city, but I want to see your bakery first” on your way you two catched up and talked about your lives and you have missed being separated since high school. After you arrived at your bakery you offered him your pastries and coffee.

“This is so delicious, as expected from you, I always knew you were gonna be a great baker” you blushed a little at his compliment because it is true, ever since then you would bake for him and he always say that you are going to be a great baker.

“Do you have any plans tomorrow Jeonghan?” you asked the man in front of you because you know that the SL event is at the end of the week. To which he responded, “No, I don’t think so, you have a plan in mind?”

“I want to bring you to good restaurants here, your face has gotten thinner you need to eat,” you said jokingly then laughed.

“Just say you want a date with me, but yes let’s go tomorrow.” You both laughed.

You toured him around the city. It was already getting dark but you know that nightlife was just getting started. You went to a club and drank while still catching up and chatting with each other. You were getting a bit tipsy so you two decided to go home before you get lost due to your drunkness.

You arrived in front of your apartment. “My room is on the 3rd floor you want to come in?” you invited him in which he accepted. You arrived at your door and you faced him wanting to say something. “Jeonghan you know I..” you didn’t get to finish your sentence because he kissed you. HE KISSED YOU! Your best friend, the man that you loved for years, Jeonghan kissed you. “I know you love me” he whispered your ear and it sent shivers to your spine. He knows??? “how long have you known?” you asked in a small voice still shocked by what happened.

“Ever since we were in high school” he smirked while still leaning on you

“But why didn’t you say anything” you asked him, he knew even before you left for Paris why didn’t he say anything?

“I don’t want to stop you from achieving your dreams” he said then brushed the hair to the back of your ears. You are freaking out inside you. “and for the record, I love you too” he added before he kissed you now in a deep and intense manner. You kissed back the same intensity as his. You were running out of breath when you finished the kiss. And you realized you were still at the hallway of your floor.

“Let’s continue this inside shall we?” you smirked at him and you shrieked when he lifted you inside.

#jeonghan fluff #jeonghan scenarios #jeonghan imagine #jeonghan scenario #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fic #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan au #jeonghan #seventeen imagine #jeonghan imagines #seventeen angst #jeonghan angst #jeonghan fic #svt fluff #svt imagines #svt scenarios #seventeen au #seventeen scenario #seventeen fanfic #seventeen #svt fanfic #svt jeonghan #seventeen imagines

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Ssussspicionsss

[mysterious circle of robed figures] Elon Musk: eyyyy i just thinka you should post somethinga besida da transphobia, si? Musk: lika da strega bambino! Musk: da people lova da straga bambino! [chef's kiss]

Rowling: wow elon maybe you're right Rowling: maybe i should take a break from transsphobia to talk about the sssix other booksss that i'm planning to write Rowling: becaussse there are sssix other minoritiesss that have really been pissssing me off lately

Rowling: [counting off on her fingers] sssso my next books are gonna take down the transss, the queersss, the dissabled, young people with blue hair, hoodie ssscum, and fattiessss Rowling: they've all had it too good for too long

Rowling: thank you for having this conversssation elon Helen Joyce: oh no! the dark lord is in trouble! Rowling: i'm fine Allison Bailey: elon musk is attacking the dark lord! Rowling: thatss not whatss happening Jesse Singal: mommy needs our help!

Helen Joyce: how dare you speak to the dark lord like that! Joyce: you will regret this day, elon musk! Joyce: we are, even now, just asking questions about your larynx size on mumsnet Musk: mama mia!

Musk: ey whatsa matta for you? Joyce: wow elon that italian accent seems to be suspiciously averaging in the 75 htz range and i'm hearing a lot going below 50 Bailey: very suspicious Julie Bindel: [tape over mouth] mmf! Bailey: that's right julie Bailey: you sure said a mouthful!

Joyce: i can't believe that elon musk is actually trans! Joyce: why else would someone get bored listening to a constant, never-ending 24/7 stream of transphobia? Rowling: wow i never thought of it that way Rowling: but you're right Rowling: it is the only logical explanation

Musk: issa notta true! i hata da trans people justa as much as you! Musk: my son, he tella you the same! Musk: [falsetto voice, hiding behind couch] eyyy its me, elon musk jr! my cool dad issa real transphobic! ga ga goo goo! i amma NOT a sock puppet! don't a look back here!!

Rowling: you lied, elon! you and your naturally occurring sssmall gametesss, the mark of a lying AMAB! Rowling: but Rowling: if elon was sssecretly transss this whole time Rowling: ANYONE could be ssecretly transss Rowling: any one of you could be a traitor!

Rowling: everyone iss ssusspect! [camera slowly pans around circle] Jesse Singal: Allison Bailey: Helen Joyce: Julie Bindel: Jed the sled dog from John Carpenter's The Thing (1982): Maya Forstater:

#midnight pals #the midnight society #midnight society #jk rowling #elon musk #helen joyce #jesse singal #allison bailey #julie bindel #maya forstater #jed the dog

[pixlokita]

Okay yeah angst Cassie and Cassie|Vanny but like- Imagine the severe PTSD Cassie has to go through every time she enters an elevator- She really needs (NON Fazbear Entertainment managed) therapy- Poor girl-

Why can't she just live on with her animatronic wolf mama staff bot papa (Controversial there but whatever/ +even more trauma to the already traumatized girl so we better give her the best therapy-) 😭😭😭

And it's part of the reason she gets (most likely) Glitchtrapped in the first place!!!

(I know that we believe differently when it comes to who we play as in HW2 and that's good! I like to see different opinions play out. I'm not going to unfollow you just because we have a different opinion because you're that good of an artist and I love your comics. Period.)

Lmao 😭 eyyy thank ✨ tbh can’t blame Cassie if she ends up with elevatophobia :v as someone who’s been in malfunctioning elevators =w= that is terrifying as heck every time but still better than her straight up dying from the fall >>)b I love seeing Vanny Cassie too tbh just because :v bunby ;w; 💜✨🐰 but yeah too much sad Can get depressing fast TTwTT sometimes you gotta cope with the possible happier outcomes and hope they’re canon so you can enjoy all the sad stuff without guilt

#pix answers #fnaf #honestly I do want to know more about Cassie’s dad #and >> i want him to be Jeremy ….. #Idk if he’d necessarily have to be the Bonnie bully also #but it would be satisfying to connect everything like a sewing stitch #i gave up on the timelines making sense as soon as the fnaf movie made Vanessa an afton #sorry for the spoilers if you haven’t watched it but like …. came out last year #-wheeze- #no but seriously #came out on October #am allowed to spoil

[dzasterdumpterfire]

Eyyy in two days UTC is Outer's Birthday HAHAHA

I managed a full rendered art for once, but until then, Be warned, be scared, and also have some Oero lore. You know- my CVCross.

Anyway here's Oreo, he works as a model to cover up Nightmare's bad reputation.

Did I mention Nightmare is just a cooperate boss in my universe-

You'll also be getting some twins lore bc it makes sense.

So- I've always thought og nightmare seemed to represent the individual more than anything else, he focuses on one person's own negativity or individual people's sadness. I imagine when he's tormenting a group he's more like; make sure every single one is them is in pain. And I guess to me it makes Sense, since As an individual in the past he was acting as an individual, and Dream with the Majority. Dream was the people person and had the crowd. He likes to focus on the peoples happiness.

But my my universe I decide to switch their ideals. Nightmare looks more towards the population, while dream the individual. In this situation Dream catered unknowingly to the very evil village head, who the town disliked since he was a deadbeat and a.. Well beater of others. Dream focused on his problems instead of what he does to people, thinking he needed help.

Nightmare on the other hand heard the people, and agreed that he was not a good man, but felt pressured to stop his twin from catering to that man's happiness. So he did the apple thing.

Alright that's over, Oreo section;

Then nightmare became like a cooperate communist or something. It's mostly about the ideal differences. But basically nightmare has this entire network and gang hidden under his cooperate success. Oreo assists in this cover as a model, occasionally selling products, and modeling clothing, otherwise just being a nice face to associate Nightmare's business with.

Oreo can't actually fight, he spent so long in the post/world void of his that he eventually ended up lying down and not getting up for a while.. It actually atrophied his bones, which Munsell and Horror helped him with later, but since nightmare didn't want a useless thing- he used Oreo's nice looks to his advantage. It's really hard for Oreo to climb props at times, so he'll either teleport up, or he'll have assistance. Other times nightmare will just tell him to suck it up and climb it.

Oh yeah if you couldn't see at the top of the second page;

Dream: Please repent (for your evil deeds)

Oreo: *just the model*

Horror: *SUPRISE B_TCH-*

Bottom right first page;

*Oreo physically struggling to climb a prop in outfit*

(12 minutes later)

*HEAVY GASPING WHILE FINALLY ON TOP OF PROP*

Alright that's it for now!

#askquellow #copyverse #cvsanses #utmv #traditional art #cross sans #cvcross #Oreo!Model