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nolookeyyy · 5 days
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rookie sid
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bonus sketch 🪿
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roseandgold137 · 2 months
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Ily and your art. WHICH ik I'be said in RB tags so you've seen it but YEAH. Beloved mutual
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MWAH ily have an eevee Tim <3 he’s about 70% just fluff but that doesn’t stop him picking fights with Jason (massive arcanine)
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rainymoodlet · 1 year
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loving in the long grass, close beside her 🍃 giving her the name of the one the moon loves
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kiwiplaetzchen · 7 months
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*gives you the prickliest of hugs*
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kanene-yaaay · 1 year
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Merry Christmas, kiddo. I love ya.
~ Patton
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Patton bean!! Thank you very very much you're a ray of sunshine and your message means a lot to me ♡♡
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1980ssunflower · 1 year
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I wanna sit in their laps and kiss them all over🥺💖💙
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dvrtrblhr · 6 months
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Wind tribe Claude from FEH?
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beloved... precious... adorable son 🥺🥺🥺 (7)
i've been 'taking some time off' (for several months now) from feh so I didn't know about this alt. it's the most precious thing ever, i'm dying just looking at the official art...
thank you very much, anon, for showing me something beautiful 💛
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hobiebrownbrowser · 8 months
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Miguel O'Hara x Shy/Sweet anomaly F!Reader
Summary: You were pulled into a random dimension, A big buff scary guy taking you to a private interrogation room for "Questioning" 💛
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"I don't know anything...I was just baking a cake, that's all I remember..." You fiddled with your fingers, your body curled up into a ball as you sat in a steel chair. It was the least comfortable but you'd have to bare with it.
You weren't lying, The last thing you did in fact remember was 'baking' a cake, setting it down only to be sucked into a void of darkness, Waking up in an unknown place. You shrugged your shoulders, Not knowing what else to say.
The man in an odd suit groaned, rubbing his temples. A sigh catching in your ears as you look up. You were met with a handsome face once he pulled off his mask, His eyes low, It was obvious he was tired just from the way he'd walked.
You realized he was getting closer to you, A gulp caught in your throat as you watch him disappear from your sight, His hands on the thin rail of the chair. You could feel his breath tickling the back of your earlobe, Your heartbeat accelerating in your chest as he leans lower.
"The only way I'm gonna get you back home is if you tell me where that portal is located." His voice was stern, but gentle, Almost drawing the answer out of you immediately. You stopped yourself from peeling, not knowing if he'd hurt your precious dimension for his own gain.
You didn't know him, he didn't know you, Yet you were here for an unknown reason. Sure you were an anomaly, but you never harmed anyone in your life. You just want peace, that's all that ever mattered to you.
You peered behind you, His eyes making you feel every ounce of small.
"I don't know..." You lied, The intense atmosphere became too much for such a well-being, A heavy sigh filling the room again as the man turns the very chair you sat on. You were scared, that was very clear in his eyes.
"Look at me, eyes up here cariño." You obliged, his face inches away from yours. The close proximity stirring something within you, your eyes peered at his lips, then back to his handsome face, Confusion and arousal flowing through you the more you studied him.
You avoided eye-contact, Ignoring the growing pool between your legs that was interfering with your thoughts. His scent lingering on your skin as he places a finger under your chin, A gasp straining from your throat as he lifts you up onto the steel table behind you.
You looked so sweet, so innocent with those beautiful eyes of yours. He couldn't hurt something so fragile, The palm of his hands caressing your clothed skin. You weren't stopping his touches, so why should he?
He got between your legs, pulling you to the edge of the cold furniture, slowly skimming his hand below the thin fabric of your skirt.
Your breathing grew shallow, your body jolting as the tip of his finger flicked your clit with such delicacy. Your panties being pulled aside as he puts pressure on your clitoris with his thumb, earning a whine from you.
"Tell me querida. You can trust me." You hesitated, His middle finger slipping past your soaked folds as you arch your back, Your cries cut short as he places his lips onto yours. You melted into his touch, your hands resting on his chest, trying to pull him closer by tugging on his suit.
You whimpered and shook from the tone of his voice, whining as he continued to drive you towards that heavenly urge with small determined swipes. Your hips languidly rocking, adding a new, delectable sensation to your clit.
"So good for me, such a pretty girl, so fucking beautiful." His praises sent chills up your spine as your whines increased in volume. 
You were practically begging, repeating the same 3 phrases over and over again, his dulcet groans harmonizing with your shaky wails. He slowly circled his thumb off your swollen clit, gliding it down your slick seam.
He tilted his head down and smiled sadistically at you, two more of his thick calloused fingers forcing themselves inside of you, twisting and stretching you out. Your nails digging into his forearms as you gasp in surprise.
He hummed lowly, your pussy squelching with each delicious thrust. The speed of his fingers were antagonizingly slow, Your cunt aching for more as his pace doesn't satisfy you. Your hips grinding to find more friction.
His thumb began to press circles into your clit as his fingers curled in and out of your clenching cunt, making you moan into his mouth with each pass of his fingertips that brushed over that sensitive spot inside of you. 
The shame coiling in you disappearing when he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips once again. You parted them, his fingers continuing to rile you up into a babbling mess of incoherent words.
"Tell me, then I'll grant you what you want baby." The frustration was too much to bare, Tears threatening to swell in your eyes as you contemplated your next move. You wanted to give in, but what would happen to your home?
"I won't hurt your home, I just need to know hermosa." He read you like an open book, Your grip loosening on his suit as you sheepishly tell him.
Your drenched walls contracted around his fingers as his pace fastens, He could feel how badly you needed this, The wet sounds emitted in the silent room becoming louder as he teased your sweet spot with the tip of his fingers.
His teeth nipped at your bottom lip as he praises how much of a good girl you are, Assaulting every single desired spot that resided inside of you. Your arousal dripping onto the table as you cried out for him, not even knowing his name.
His lips were as sweet as honey, His cologne sending you into a daze as he ushers you to cum all over his fingers. You obeyed, The cutest little sounds leaving your throat as you cling tightly onto his shoulder. The warmth between your legs growing as you coat his fingers with your slick.
Your legs tremble as he digs his claws into you, A groan vibrating against your skin as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, Pulling his fingers out and bringing them towards his lips, His tongue lapping up your arousal until his digits were glistening with his own saliva.
His eyebrows furrowed as he takes in your sweet aroma, finally releasing the breath he'd been holding almost the entire time.
"Me estas volviendo loco."
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Author note: I RIDE HIM, SUCK HIM, LICK HIM AND FUCK HIM THEN I DUCK HIM. (I'm not sorry.)
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cheolism · 1 year
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✧ cheol x reader
✧ summary: maybe the bad stuff isn't so bad when you have your boyfriend, seungcheol, there to help you with the weight.
✧ wc is approx 6.3k
✧ genre: romance, fluff, humor; being in love. work sucks. little angst? reader talks of seungcheol being their first real crush/infatuation/love? seungcheol pouts a lot.
✧ note: if there is angst in here, it's very little! this fix purely exists for comfort. you make out at one point. there's another cat based off of my childhood cat. there's absolutely no plot, just kisses and cuddles and comfort. a lot of reflection abt your relationship w cheol at the beginning but it's not all like that lol. photo mentioned at the end is one of the photos at the top!!! this is not edited.
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The past week, while definitely not the worst week of your life, was definitely up there. 
You sighed, leaning forward and letting your forehead rest against the wheel. Taking a deep breath, you held it for a handful of seconds before releasing it; just as your therapist suggested. Then you thought of Seungcheol and his fluffy hair.
Feeling somewhat less stressed, you grabbed your backpack from the passenger seat and made your way inside, trying your best to ignore the bitter winter air that nipped at your thighs and legs. Ignoring the cold did nothing to actually prevent it, however, and you still fumbled with your apartment keys for a good minute before you were able to select the correct key and enter. 
You dropped your bag off at the door and kicked off your shoes, and in a voice that sounded remarkably like your mother when she babytalked your niece, you called out for your cat. 
You dropped your bag off at the door and kicked off your shoes, and in a voice that sounded remarkably like your mother when she babytalked your niece, you called out for your cat. 
Stumbling away from the door and to the living room, you withdrew your phone from your pocket and slid open the new notification from Seungcheol. 
Seungcheol: it sounds like you had a rough day.  im sorry. i wish i u didn’t. if u still feel up for it, i can be at ur apartment in twenty. but if u want to stay in or b alone tonight, i understand baby 
There was a meow from below, and that was all the warning you had before your ancient tortoise shell cat was leaping onto your chest, her weight startling you for a moment. You peered at Wolfie, her lime colored eyes peering back at you. Then she meowed again, and you couldn’t help but laugh at it, as she sounded as if she had been a serious chain smoker for fifty years. 
Wolfie ignored you, crawling forward and rubbing her head underneath your chin. She began purring, a deep thing that you could only truly appreciate if you were completely silent. You held your phone up in the air to type, leaving just enough space for Wolfie to curl up on your chest. 
You: ya!!!! I actually just got home 🧡💛 Wolfie immediately curled up on me, so I’ll have to ask her about getting up to get ready. 
You then snapped a picture of Wolfie on your chest and sent it to him. Letting your phone fall to the ground beside the couch, you began running your hands over Wolfie. Once upon a time, her fur had been soft and silky; it practically shined. But age had caught up to your precious companion, and you constantly fought back the urge to cry over how tough and wiry her fur felt underneath your fingertips. 
Sighing, you closed your eyes and let your head sink completely into the pillows. You had been joking to Seungcheol about getting Wolfie’s permission to get up, but even without her added twelve pounds on your chest, you would’ve had a hard time getting up. It was as if you were Atlas, the Titan who carried the world on his back, and the weight of it was keeping you down. 
Not to be misunderstood: you didn’t hate dates with Seungcheol, and most definitely didn’t despise time spent with him. As a matter of fact, you looked forward to every Friday, knowing that not only it marked the beginning of the weekend but was also your assigned date night with Seungcheol. 
If you were honest with yourself, you looked forward to waking up every morning. It was stupid and cheesy, and if your teenage self could see you they would shake their head and roll their eyes. But whenever you opened your eyes, Wolfie’s weight resting on your chest, you immediately thought of him. He was the first person you texted in the morning, whether it be about a particular dream you had, something you saw in the news, or even the weather. You couldn’t help but want to talk to Seungcheol first thing in the morning, just as you couldn’t help but message him until you went to bed. 
If you were frank with yourself, which was asking a lot, you wanted to talk to him all the time. It was so -- 
When you were a teenager, you had looked at your friends who were proclaiming their love for their partners only within a few months of dating with considerable scorn. After all, what did sixteen and eighteen year olds know about love? You had offered a listening ear to their troubles, empathizing with their adoration for their partner, while also mentally rolling your eyes and keeping yourself occupied with your books and music. 
So you didn’t know what to do about Seungcheol. You didn’t know what to do about wanting to send him pictures of all the pretty flowers you saw; videos of Wolfie being cute and cuddly; pictures of sunsets and sunrises, of cute stuffed animals and all other pretty things that reminded you of Choi Seungcheol. 
You inhaled, held it; released. 
If you were frank with yourself, if you stood back and analyzed everything, all the emotions you felt for Seungcheol and all the things you wanted to do for him and all the things you dreamt of doing with him, it sounded like you maybe felt something more than the fluttering adoration and infatuation you had at the start of your relationship when he asked you out. 
But you didn’t want to analyze that too much. 
You groaned slightly, stretching out your legs. Wolfie let out a noise of protest before purring, her attempt at getting you to remain laying down. 
“I’m sorry, baby,” you whispered, your hand going to rest on her head. You used your thumb to pet the space between her eyes. “I want to stay cuddled up with you forever, too. But I also want to see Cheolie.”
She adjusted herself on your chest, purring on. You did want to stay there in the dark with Wolfie, just as you had done during your early college days. Many evenings were spent like that, the two of you in your own space. More often than not, you felt like the world was on your shoulders -- just like Atlas -- and it was Wolfie’s own needs and wants that dragged you out of bed. 
The past week had you debating on canceling with Seungcheol. Nothing major had happened, of course, but instead a bunch of small incidents and interactions that left bad tastes in your mouth had piled up. Just as a bunch of small pebbles pile up to build a mountain, these small things had piled to the point where you just wanted to turn away from the world. 
But you couldn’t. You didn’t want to, more importantly. You didn’t want this past week, no matter how bad it might have been, to impede on your time with Seungcheol. You didn’t want to give up your time with him, not when it was -- not when he was -- so precious to you.
You settled an arm around Wolfie and slowly began to rise; she let out a few squeaks of protest. When Wolfie realized you weren’t going to stop, she huffed and wiggled out of your grasp. Tail high in the air, she walked over your legs to get to the arm rest opposite of you. She climbed on top of it and sat rather primly, looking at you with wide eyes. 
“Are you my pretty little lady,” you asked, voice sweet. You shifted to reach out and pet her. “My pretty baby.”
Wolfie allowed you to pet her for a handful of seconds before she sharply twisted her head towards the front door. She sat, waiting, until there was a series of sharp knocks. Wolfie began growling deep in her throat, hackles raising. 
“Y/n!” A deep voice called out, knocking stopping. 
You cursed, springing up from the couch. You grabbed the hem of your sweatshirt and pulled it away from you, swatting at the cat hairs that had decided to take up room and board on your shirt. “Coming!”
Wolfie ran beside you as you made your way to the door, her tail raised straight in the air. She jumped on the little tree you had next to the door, letting out a croaky yowl when you weren’t fast enough to open it. 
“Sorry, Wolfie, sorry --” You fumbled with the lock for a moment before successfully unclicking it. You wrenched open the door, a large, nearly comically so, smile already on your face. “Seungcheol!” 
He was grinning back at you, eyes twinkling. Seungcheol was dressed in all black, from his heavy winter coat that was a size too big to his pants and boots. The beanie he wore was the only spot of color on him, it being a vibrant orange. 
As always, despite his humble outfit, he was handsome and beautiful. 
Something shifted inside of you. It was as if you had done the breathing exercise your therapist had suggested, but instead of lifting only a few pebbles off your shoulders it relieved you of half a mountain’s worth of weight. 
You stepped back, letting him come into your apartment enough to shut the door behind him. Wolfie hopped off of her cat tree and went to him, winding herself around her legs. You went to follow suit, arms reaching out to him, but he stopped you. 
Subconsciously your lips began to pout at his refusal. Seungcheol laughed, his hands going to his zipper. “Let me take off my coat before you hug me. It’s cold outside.”
“I don’t care about it being cold,” you mumbled, but did as he said. 
As soon as he had his coat unzipped, Seungcheol reached out for you. He opened his coat just enough so you wouldn’t be touching the cold outer layer, his hands guiding you to rest against him. 
He was warm; that was your first thought. 
His arms surrounded you, pulling you close enough to where your nose was smashed against his chest. Not that you minded. Your arms slipped around him in turn, sliding underneath his coat and taking hold of the back of his hoodie. One of his hands went to the back of your head, fingertips sinking in your hair, and he guided you to rest your cheek against him. 
Your eyes slipped shut of their own will. Humming, you nuzzled into him, breathing him in. Before Seungcheol, you never really gave much thought into what men smelled like; all you knew was they either smelled good or bad. But Seungcheol?
He smelled like -- well, like Choi Seungcheol. You knew he used expensive cologne, that he used fabric softeners and used the same body wash and lotion so the fragrance would be amplified. Your first impression of him had been that he smelled expensive, and even now, three months into your relationship, you couldn’t help but associate him with luxury. 
But now? 
He smelled like home. 
That was your second thought. 
“I’m sorry you had a bad day.” His face was pressed into your hair, just as yours was his chest, and you wondered if he was breathing you in, as you were him. The hand that was in your hair began to fumble with the strands before settling, his palm heavy on your head. He began petting you, as if you were a cat or a dog, but instead of feeling indignant you felt extremely at ease. 
“It’s fine.” 
He hummed, the sound coming deep from within him. You felt his chest vibrate against your face. “It’s not fine. I don’t like it when you’re suffering.”
You grinned, squeezing him. “I’m not suffering, Seungcheol. Just. Had a bad week. Besides,” you pulled away slightly, just enough to peer up at him with your little grin. “Somehow it doesn’t feel all that bad anymore.”
Seungcheol laughed, hands moving to your face. He pinched at your cheeks, not hard enough to hurt, before cupping them in his hands. His dark eyes were soft and sparkling as they looked at you, and you knew that no one suited brown eyes as well as he. They were warm and inviting, gentle and soft; perfect reflections of his soul. 
He didn’t speak. He licked his lips and your eyes obediently went to his mouth. Seungcheol chuckled again, his hands tilting your face up. Expectant, your eyes slipped shut. 
You waited for a second. Then another. Then a few more, and your eyes were opening in confusion. He was still watching you, smiling wide enough that his gums showed. 
“Seungcheol!” You whined, brow furrowing.
He giggled, a boyish thing that seemed so at odds with his masculine build and voice. But it was him. 
Seungcheol swooped down, his lips finally connecting with yours. You sighed at the contact, melting against him. The two of you exchanged chaste kisses back and forth, neither in a rush. It was as if your entire week had been hurtling towards this, towards you in his arms, his lips on yours, something settling in your heart that seemed a little too much to just be infatuation. 
He pressed one final kiss to your mouth before straying, his lips ghosting over your cheek. They traveled about your face, his breath warm as it hit your skin. He pressed quick kisses to the apple of your cheek, the space between your brows, your temple; you hummed, satisfaction and safety seeping into your bones and soul, and he pressed a kiss to each of your eyes. 
Seungcheol’s mouth returned to yours, and when he pressed another kiss to your mouth, firm like how someone would kiss a lover long gone, you couldn’t help but beam. 
His own lips twisted into a smile in response. Your teeth clacked against his, both of you grinning into each other’s mouths. 
“Sorry for teasing you, baby.” He pulled away from you, hands squeezing your cheeks before he released you. You wanted to stick yourself back into his arms, but held back. “You’re just so damn cute.”
You sighed, rolling your eyes in faux annoyance. You couldn’t fight the smile that was still on your face, though. “Whatever.”
“What --” Seungcheol stopped pulling off his coat for a moment to stare at you, eyes narrowing, as if you had done something sacrilegious. “Did you just say whatever to me saying you’re cute?”
He still had that appalled look on his face. You shifted back onto your heels, watching as he slowly continued pulling off his coat. You wondered if he was teasing you. “I mean. Thanks?”
“You are cute,” he declared, voice stern with authority. You couldn’t help the look of disbelief that appeared on your face. Seungcheol sighed, as if your skepticism was disappointing. He got one arm out of his coat. “You are. I don’t know who I have to punch to convince you --”
“Violence isn’t the answer to everything,” You chided. You finally left the entryway, moving to your kitchen. “I’ll get some hot chocolate ready for you, Seungcheol!”
He gave an affirmative noise in return. You pulled out your milk and went about heating it up. As it heated, you pulled out two mugs from the dishwasher, which was so full of dishes that had been shoved in that you had to wiggle the mugs back and forth to get them out. 
You felt his presence behind you, and you felt embarrassment slowly creep its way up your neck and settle on your face. Standing, you refused to look him directly in the face. “I uh. Didn’t have the energy to really do dishes that much this week.”
Arms were wrapping around your waist, Seungcheol plastering himself to your back. You put the cocoa powder in the glasses. He slouched against you, his head tilted against yours, watching. He was warm, always warm. One of his arms moved to sling around your waist, the other across your chest. 
You removed the milk from the microwave, pouring it evenly in the two mugs. Seungcheol shuffled with you as you shifted, grabbing the mini-marshmallows from the cupboard. Without much thought you distributed them before leaving the package on the counter. 
“They’re not even.”
“Hm?”
Seungcheol sighed against your ear, as if whatever he had seen was greatly burdening him. “The marshmallows. There’s not an even amount in both mugs.”
“Oh.” You looked down, eyeing both the mugs. “You can have the one with more of them, then.”
Clicking his tongue, Seungcheol reached around you for the package. “You deserve to have the same amount of marshmallows as I do, baby.”
Feeling slightly as if this wasn’t just about marshmallows, you watched as Seungcheol’s fingers carefully counted out five more marshmallows and put them into the left mug. Before he could settle his hand back on your waist, you grabbed it. 
You slid your hand on top of his, observing. His fingers were larger than yours, both in length and width. Seungcheol was pale, remarkably so, and his fingers were no different. Your fingers slid against his hand, feeling the little hairs on his knuckles and the ring on his forefinger. Your other hand joined your first in your navigation of his hand, smoothing over his fingernails -- which he kept trimmed and maintained, more than you -- feeling the sharpness of them in contrast to the soft pads of his fingers. 
Seungcheol wiggled his fingers, and you felt a little giggle escape you as you wrapped your hands around three of his fingers, squeezing. He pressed himself further into you, and you felt every inch of him against you. 
“Seungcheol --”
He pulled away, pressing a kiss to your ear. You peered over your shoulder at him, tilting your head. Seungcheol looked at you for a moment before smiling that gummy grin of his, his hands going to hold your head and bring it so he could press a kiss to your temple. 
“Why are you so fucking cute,” he said, each word separated by a kiss to your forehead. 
Seungcheol released you, picking up both mugs. You followed him into the living room, where he immediately went to the couch. Wolfie hopped onto the coffee table in front of it, sniffing both mugs. Seungcheol went to shoo her away but you stopped him, folding yourself into the couch next to him. 
“She doesn’t drink it,” you said. You reached to the ground and pulled a blanket off of it, settling the blanket over your legs. “The only people food she likes is salami. The real kind, you know? Or she likes licking bowls after I eat Captain Crunch.”
Seungcheol laughed, and like always whenever you heard the sound, you giggled along with him. He shifted further into the couch, moving his feet to prop them up on the coffee table. He pulled the blanket off of you, shooting a look at you when you protested. Seungcheol grabbed your calves, guiding your legs to drape over his thighs. He then adjusted the blanket over the both of you, tucking both of you in. 
“She’s a good girl,” Seungcheol agreed, reaching out. Wolfie took the hint and jumped onto your legs, climbing fervently up to his hand so he could pet her. He chuckled, obliging. “She’s awfully needy.”
He shot you a look, coy. “Just like someone else I know.”
You puffed out your cheeks, shooting him a glare. “You’re just as needy as I am, Mr. Choi Seungcheol!”
He gasped, openly insulted. “What did I say about calling me by my full name?”
You wiggled, reaching out and tugging one of his curls. “Well, when you start accusing someone it makes them do horrible things, Mr. Seungcheol. Like using full names.”
“Oh, does it?” He grinned. With one hand still petting Wolfie, he used the other hand to reach out and ruffle your hair. You let out an indignant squawk, waving your hand around to try and get him to stop. “Does it, then? Call me Choi Seungcheol again and see what happens!”
“Okay,” you laughed. “Choi Seungcheol, Choi Seungcheol, Choi Seungcheol.”
His mouth dropped, affronted. Seungcheol then huffed, moving his arm off of you and turning his face. “Fine. You’re lucky Wolfie is on your legs, otherwise I’d push you off.”
You laughed at his sulking, thoroughly endeared. You shifted forward, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. You tried to bring him down to you in order to kiss him, but Seungcheol resisted, straining against you. “Hey! I’m trying to make it better, Seungcheol!” 
“Nope!” He said, shaking his head. His curls bounced with every movement, and you couldn’t help but smile in adoration. “No making it better, F/n L/n. You’ve done it.”
“Oooh,” you cooed, “I’ve done it, have I?”
He nodded, pushing his lips out in an exaggerated pout. “Yep. You’ve done it.”
“What have I done?”
“Agitated me.”
You laughed, a loud thing that startled Wolfie from your lap. She jumped off of the couch, her feet hitting the hardwood with a little thump! 
“I’ve agitated you!” You echoed in between laughs. You fell back against the couch, head hitting the armrest at an awkward angle, no longer able to support yourself. When you peeked back at Seungcheol, he was raising his thick eyebrows at you, which set you off giggling again. 
He moved your legs off of his thighs, moving around them and guiding them to rest on the couch. You watched, your smile so big it was starting to hurt your cheeks, as he descended upon you. He placed his knees on either side of your thighs, setting his weight against them. Seungcheol bent over you, his eyes sparkling with something dangerous, one eyebrow lifted. 
“Now you’ve really done it,” he murmured, voice deep. It sent something coursing through you, something that ate away at the mirth and sent heat shooting through your heart and settling deep. Seungcheol leaned over you, one hand bracing against the armrest and the other guiding your head in a more comfortable position. 
“I’ve really done it,” you echoed, dumbly. 
“I’m sure you can make it up to me,” he said, absentmindedly. His fingers traced over your ear, nail scraping lightly; your eyes fluttered as they continued to glide over your skin, moving to your jaw. You felt two of his fingers prod at your lower lip before continuing, pulling at it slightly before moving to ghost over your chin. 
You hummed, tongue reaching out to wet your lips. “I can.”
He lowered himself against you. He braced both hands on either side of your head, and your eyes slid shut as his face neared. 
Then your phone began to buzz. 
Your eyes flew open, staring into his. He was so close. He let out a huff of breath. The two of you waited for a second, and you knew he was trying to will the noise away just as much as you, but to no avail. 
You tapped his thighs, and Seungcheol let out a deep sigh. He began raising himself off of you, and you couldn’t help but give his thighs a squeeze. 
Seungcheol went to the other end of the couch as you hung your front half off of it, searching the ground for where your phone had fallen earlier. Once you got it, you wiggled frantically back onto the couch. You moved to press against Seungcheol, your thighs molding into one another, elbows knocking. 
Your mood, which had been repaired by Seungcheol, began to dampen as soon as you saw the contact name of the person who had messaged you. Your weariness must have appeared on your face, as Seungcheol was immediately responding. He swung his arm around your shoulders and brought you closer, leaning his head against yours. 
“What’s wrong, baby?”
Humming, you softly shook your head so as to not hurt his. “Just texts from my manager.”
You didn’t move to open the messages. It was like you were Atlas again. The weight returned, no matter how many pebbles and rocks Seungcheol had brushed off of your shoulders.
Seungcheol let out a little sigh. He wiggled about, turning onto his side to face you. He leaned forward and tucked his face into your neck, warm breath hitting your skin. Seungcheol laid his other arm over your stomach, hand gently squeezing at your lovehandle. 
“You don’t have to answer it,” he murmured. You could feel his lips move against your skin. “You’re not in a manager position, and you’ve clocked out. It can wait.”
When you shook your head in answer, he sighed again. Seungcheol pressed a kiss to your neck, and a part of you couldn’t help but feel foolish at how your heart jumped and the corners of your lips twitched up into a little smile. 
Unlocking your phone, you hurriedly tapped on your manager’s messages. Immediately you were met with five separate chat bubbles, all as unwelcome as the one before it. manager: so what was this I heard about you leaving early yesterday? 
manager: I know you see other people leaving early, but that’s not something I encourage. It’s not something you should encourage, either. 
manager: We rely on you to set an example to the others. 
manager: You’re scheduled for a certain time, and you should be fulfilling that time. 
manager: If this happens again I’ll have to look into shortening your hours.
Your mouth fell open with an audible noise, a small breath of air leaving you as you read over your manager’s messages. Seungcheol made an inquiring sound and you tilted your phone towards him so he could read the texts. 
“What the fuck,” he muttered. “What the fuck. Who the fuck cares? Who the fuck -- so what you left early?”
“It was by ten minutes,” you softly said, sending out a quick affirmative to your manager to let them know you at least read the messages. “I was just. Tired, you know?”
Seungcheol straightened next to you, angling his head to read the texts again. His thick brows were narrowed, plump lips twisted into an irritable frown. “What the fuck. Ten minutes? This is over ten fucking minutes?”
“It’s just --” You broke off, fumbling with your phone for a moment. “It’s not like I do it all the time.”
“No, it’s not!” Seungcheol’s eyes were practically blazing as he looked at you, his grip on you tightening. He was fully irritated, gaze sharp and mouth firm. The urge to smile struck you for a split moment, your heart whispering with glee that he was angry over you; he was angry because of someone mistreating you. 
“It’s fucking ridiculous,” Seungcheol announced. His fingers dug into your shirt. “You’re a model employee. You never call in, never leave early or without doing your shit. Who the fuck are they to -- to text you like that?”
“My manager, Cheolie,” you reminded him. 
He scoffed, his hand leaving your body to push his curls away from his face. “Your manager -- fuck them, fuck! You’re a good person, a good employee. You’re an amazing person and if you want to leave ten minutes early, then you should! Fuck them!”
You were grinning now, your heart practically singing. It was nothing, you supposed. It wasn’t anything to get excited about, but there was something magnificent in seeing someone get angry over how others were treating you. It was wonderful to see another person so invested in your well-being and happiness, and it made your heart feel light. 
It was like he had taken the boulder on your back -- the world on Atlas’s -- and smashed it between his two hands, his anger blazing bright enough to blaze through rock.
Seungcheol’s eyes met yours, and immediately his look softened. He sighed, though his lips were beginning to curve in his sweet smile. He tucked his face back into your neck, pressing another kiss underneath your ear. “Don’t look at me like that when I’m being righteously angry on your behalf.”
You laughed, throwing your head back. “‘Righteously angry?’”
He giggled, burying his face into your skin. He kissed you again there, before Seungcheol was removing his head. Seungcheol peered up at you, and you couldn’t help but admire him. His dark curls, how they brushed against his sweet, wide eyes; his eyelashes, those ridiculously long and dark lashes that made him look ridiculously endearing. 
Fuck, how you wanted him. 
“You know,” he began, lips in a coy smile. “You haven’t really given me a kiss hello.”
You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, raising your brows. “The audacity -- I have! Do you not remember us at the door?”
He hummed, shaking his head. His curls bounced. “Nope! I distinctly recall that whole ordeal being led by me.”
“Oh, was it?”
“Yep.”
You laughed, turning to face him. You switched your phone to your left hand, and with your right you reached up and cupped his cheek. His skin was soft and smooth, and you couldn’t help but stroke his cheekbone. You then pressed your hand to his jaw. “Well, I better correct that then.”
You pressed your lips against his, three quick kisses in succession. 
“Hm,” Seungcheol said. “I don’t know if that’s really enough to make up for it.”
“It’s not?” Then you pressed three more kisses. “How is that, sweetheart?”
Seungcheol shrugged. One of his hands settled on your waist, the other going to tuck your hair behind your ear. He traced his thumb over the shell of your ear before settling his hand right below it, on the hinge of your jaw. “Better, but not really satisfying, you know?”
“Not satisfying?” You asked, voice pitching high with amusement. His brown eyes were soft and twinkling, almost as if his soul was beckoning you closer, closer, to come closer and fall into his. You rose to your knees, letting your phone drop between the two of you. “I’ll just have to remedy that real quick.”
“I can tell you if it’s gonna be a quick one it won’t be real satisfying,” he chimed. 
You rolled your eyes, lowering your face. His eyes were already on your lips, his tongue peeking out. “You don’t have to worry about it being satisfying.”
Then you were upon him. Your hands on his face, angling his head up and towards you. You pressed a kiss to his upper lip, chaste and sweet, before tilting your head. Like a wave intent on devouring, you moved your mouth onto his. 
For a moment, Seungcheol let you work your mouth against his. Your kisses were wet and warm, and he was an obedient servant to the mastery your mouth had over him. Your hands sunk into his hair, nails scraping, fingers tugging. He was pliant beneath you, and you kissed him with the unhurried ease that all devote lovers practiced. 
Then, rather impishly, you took his bottom lip between your teeth. He let out a breathy moan at it, and for a moment you couldn’t help but grin. 
Pulling back, you tried to fight the surge of pride you felt as he surged after you. You subconsciously set a hand against his thick neck in an attempt to stop him from following, but Seungcheol paid no mind. Indeed, you couldn’t help the shiver of excitement that ran through you as he continued to push, his eyes dark with intent, nevermind the feeling of your hand pushing against him. 
“Why did you stop, baby,” Seungcheol murmured. His voice was dark and deep, matching his eyes, and fuck, if you weren’t ready to lay on the couch and let him have his way. 
“Our hot chocolate,” you replied, heart beating so quickly it was as if a hummingbird had somehow made its home within you, “it’s cold.”
“If it’s cold now, it’ll be cold when we’re done.”
You laughed, then. You threw out your arms and wrapped him in them, bringing Seungcheol flush against you. He went easily, and you pressed kiss after kiss to his face, hands messing with his hair. 
“If I had known,” you said, still giggling as you pressed a final kiss underneath his chin, “before we started dating how absolute insatiable and ridiculous you are, I wouldn’t have believed it. You really had me fooled, Seungcheol.”
He chuckled, moving his arms around you. Seungcheol pressed you into him, just as you had him. “I swear, everytime you call me ‘Seungcheol’ I lose another year of my life. Next you’ll be telling me that’s my name in your phone.”
You went still against him. 
Immediately Seungcheol pulled away from you. He looked at you, scrutinizing. Then, voice severe, “Unlock your phone for me.”
That set you off laughing again. Seungcheol laid you onto the couch before searching the area for your phone. He was presenting it to you in a matter of seconds, holding it out in front of you. “Unlock it.”
“You know the passcode,” you giggled. 
“No I don’t --”
You shot him a meaningful look. Then his eyes widened, and he tapped in the date of your first date. He had a satisfied look on his face when your phone unlocked, a little smirk at the corner of his mouth. You watched as he glanced around your phone. You let out a soft sigh, extending your legs and settling them on either side of Seungcheol. 
“What.” He blinked, then blinked again. “Seungcheol. You have my full first name? Not even a heart, not a flower or something cute, no -- there’s not even a smiley face!”
You were grinning. He huffed, shoulders rising. His brows furrowed and his lips went into a full pout. “Hey. Baby, this isn’t okay!”
“I didn’t realize it was just a crime,” you said. 
He glanced over at you. As soon as Seungcheol saw you were grinning and realized the depth of your insincerity, he was sticking his hand into the pocket of his sweatpants and withdrew his phone. 
“Look,” he said, flashing you his phone screen. 
He had a picture of you from your first date as your contact photo. You were smiling, brightly and unabashedly. It was almost goofy looking, how happy you looked in that picture. 
Your name in his phone was just as sweet, and you wondered if you needed to schedule a dentist appointment first thing Monday morning from the cavities that were surely forming. 
My Baby 💖🔥
“Aw,” you said, “that’s so cute.”
His jaw dropped. “Cute -- yes, it is cute! Meanwhile you just have my full fucking government name --” “Cheolie, sweetheart, it isn’t that serious --”
He glared at you, before shoving your phone towards you. “Change it. Right now.”
“Doesn’t that ruin --”
“Don’t make me repeat what I said,” Seungcheol warned. He stood, and your eyes immediately fell to his ass. Not in a perverted way of course, but because it was art and it would be a dishonor to not observe and appreciate art. 
“I’ll be back,” he said, “and when I return you better have something so fucking cute it’ll make me cry.”
Rolling your eyes, you went about your business. You already had a cute picture of him -- one taken when he had fallen asleep behind you -- as his profile picture, so you hurriedly began typing out a name for him. 
It really wasn’t a big deal to you, and you knew it really wasn’t that big of a deal to Seungcheol either. He’s seen your contact list. Everyone had their first and last names in it, save for your family members. There were no emojis, no cute names. 
Truly, you thought, Seungcheol should consider himself privileged. 
When he returned, he had Wolfie in his arms. Her eyes were shut, and she was completely dwarfed by his bulk and the added fluff that his oversized hoodie gave him. She was perfectly content, however, and when he sat down next to you all Wolfie did was shift in his arms to further mold into his chest. 
“So?”
You smiled, holding your phone against your chest. “I don’t know, sharing the contact name of your beloved is sort of a private thing.”
He shot you a glare. 
Giggling, you held out your phone for him. 
🌸💘 My Seungcheol 💘🌸
“Is it appropriately cute?”
He hummed, tilting his head. “What are the flowers?”
“Your lips,” you said matter-of-factly. “Your lips remind me of pink blossoms.”
Shocked, Seungcheol flickered his eyes up to yours. His eyes, always rife with emotion, were round from the revelation. His lips -- his blossom pink lips -- parted, and like a magnet your eyes were on them. 
“Those are some dangerous words, baby.”
You shrugged, settling back against the couch. “Too bad you have Wolfie on you.”
He looked down at the cat, eyes narrowed. You could practically hear him cussing her out. Then he sighed, settling one of his hands on her back. Wolfie arched into it, and in the silence you could hear her beginning to purr. 
Seungcheol moved to rest against you, the two of you practically molding into one. You leaned against him, head on his shoulder, hand moving to join his in petting Wolfie. For a moment the two of you were quiet, enjoying one another, safe in the knowledge of the infatuation, adoration, yearning, the -- the love that the two of you shared, safe in the knowledge that it existed and thrived. Knowing that no matter the weight on the back, the other would be there to help brush off pebbles and destroy the rubble.
You moved your head, pressing a kiss against his shoulder. He hummed, and as you pulled back he swept down to press a sweet kiss to your lips.
“You know,” he said, after the two of you settled back in your spots. “I saw the prettiest flower today while walking through the store. I took a picture of it because it reminded me of you.”
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walpu · 1 month
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I'm coming at you with the speed of thousand asteroids affectionately and hit you with a "your writing is awesome!"
Also, may I request an Aventurine x The Nameless!reader.
Thank you very much and have a nice day :D
Thank you so much for your kind words and for the request, it was so fun to write <З
Hope you'll enjoy it, have a good day as well 💛
Aventurine x The Nameless!reader
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Aventurine
Considering that the Astral Family and it's members are pretty well-known (everyone seems to know at least their names) he has probably heard something about you even before you first met him.
I can imagine your first meeting going like this: he casually approaches you, acting all buddy-buddy, and says something like "ah, mx , who knew I would meet you here of all places <З".
If your first meeting was during the Penacony quest get ready for him calling you "friend" in this sassy voice of his 💀 Yes Aven we all get it you don't have any actual friends calm down
Can imagine him trying to get closer to you by painting your potential partnership as something mutually beneficial. You could use a friend from the IPC, right? And he wouldn't mind having some connections with a "brave and honorable" Nameless. So why don't you join him for a glass of wine, hmmm?
When the two of you will eventually get closer this mf will get clingy af. Yeah I've mentioned it already in my previous post but you being one of the Nameless opens up so many new perspectives.
Visits you on the Express regularly. If he comes when you're not here, he'll wait for as long as he can for you to come back. Sadly, Aventurine is a busy, busy man. So he can't wait for long. Will leave small notes for you tho, to let you know that he was there but you didn't grace him with your presence
If you come back when he's waiting, Aven will play it off as if he himself just got there and didn't have to wait for you at all, saying somethin like "Oh look, here you're! And here I thought I would have to wait for you, haha. Seems like luck is on my side today~"
He doesn't want you to worry, after all. Also. He wants to save some face. Pom-Pom will rat him out anyway.
Speaking of Pom-Pom, they're probably sick of him at this point lol.
Would ask you about your adventures and listen very closely to every story you may want to tell. He can't help but smile softly while listening to you, he just loves seeing the passion in your eyes. Doesn't matter if the story is about you dragging the Trailblazer away from the trash cans in Belobog (or worse - admiring the trash cans with them), he will still look at you with the same adoring smile.
If you ask him what he's been up to during the time you where gone, Aven would simply laugh it off and say that his boring IPC stuff cannot compare with your bizarre adventures so it doesn't even worth mentioning. Reassure him that you don't care if it's boring, you just want to hear about his day regardless of how it went.
Sometimes he can't help but feel jealous. You're free to travel, to do whatever you want. You have this sparkle of excitement in your eyes every time you tell him about your travels. And he has nothing of it. Simply can't have.
He doesn't have any negative feelings towards you, of course. Mostly some bottled up bitterness toward his fate and himself.
He gets a bit lost in his own head every time he starts feeling this way. Please take his hand and invite him to join you during your next adventure. He will laugh softly and tell you "maybe next time, darling". Even if he doesn't know when this "next time" will come the thought of it, of you wanting to share your precious moment with him, fills him with hope.
Adores when you bring him small gifts from the places you've been. It doesn't have to be something big, really. Just the thought that you were thinking of him when the two of you were apart is enough.
Don't forget to send him pictures of yourself!!!! He wants to know how his dearest darling is doing even when they are freezing their ass off in Belobog.
Would sometimes surprise you by showing up on the planet/space ship you're currently staying on. Aventurine rarely can't stay for a long but he cherishes those short moments when he can just walk around and do nothing in particular with you.
Usually when he visits a planet it has something to do with the IPC's business so he only has time to do his job and. Well. Gamble. Maybe buy some new clothes too if he has enough time.
But with you he can actually explore the planet. You bring him to the local restaurants, small tea shops, seemingly small and insignificant places. But it’s places like these that reveal the real beauty of the planet. He slowly learns to appreciate it when you're by his side.
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steddiealltheway · 1 year
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This is the weirdest way to celebrate 5k 🥹 but have this random intrusive thought ficlet 💛
When Steve first saw Heelys he only had one thought: Max.
So he bought them for her. After all, she was always complaining about not being able to use her skateboard indoors specifically at school. And if Steve could find any way to bring a smile to her face, he would do it.
Sure, she had opened the box with a laugh of disbelief and brushed off her gratitude with the question, “How did you know my shoe size?” But Steve had seen her heeling around in front of her trailer with a big smile that made it all worth it.
What Steve didn’t expect was the reaction from Eddie who was fuming with jealousy. He would get the cutest little frown on his face with his eyebrows all scrunched together whenever he would spot the shoes. Not only that, Eddie would make little snide comments about, “Oh, I’m just your boyfriend. Why would that make me worthy of any gift?” and “You know my shoe size, right? Then, why didn’t I get a matching pair?”
And Steve was completely honest with his response, “Eddie, you would not be able to handle Heelys. I mean this with all the love in my heart - you would destroy anything you came in contact with if you owned them. Please, do not buy them.”
But low and behold, Steve apparently planted the idea in Eddie’s head that he could go out and buy them on his own. So, the next day, Steve stops by Eddie’s trailer just in time to see him running and promptly flailing around as he attempts to balance on the wheels. By the time Steve gets out of his car, Eddie is already sprawled out on the ground.
Steve sighs and approaches him. “Are you happy with yourself?”
Eddie glances up at Steve from the ground and breaks out into a huge smile. “Very.”
And Steve can’t resist that smile. Really. He can’t. So he lets it go for a few days after reassurance from Max that Eddie will get better the more he practices.
Eddie does not get better. At all. Steve’s actually sure he’s starting to get worse. He’s already managed to break two of Uncle Wayne’s precious mugs inside the trailer where Steve and Wayne have set the strict rule: No Heeling Indoors. But Eddie was never one to truly follow rules, so another heeling incident inside the trailer is how Steve finds himself spending an afternoon in the hospital.
Eddie had managed to sprain his wrist. And Steve was no longer going to put up with Eddie’s antics. The Heelys have to go away. And they have to go away now.
By the time Eddie’s receives a large bag of ice and a wrist brace, Steve has come up with a plan - or rather a compromise. One that Eddie would never resist. He brings it up once they’re settled in the car. “No more Heelys, okay?” Steve says and glances over to where Eddie sits with a pout. “I’m serious. You could’ve seriously gotten hurt more than a sprained wrist. And you’re lucky it’s not broken - Wayne would kill you.”
Eddie huffs and glances out the window. Steve tries not to roll his eyes. Out of all the men in the world, Steve had to fall for the most dramatic one. He continues, “I’ll make a deal with you.” This seems to get Eddie’s attention because he begins to look Steve’s way all while trying to make it look like he’s not looking at all. Steve smiles. “If you give up the Heelys… I’ll finally buy you a pair of light up sneakers.”
“Really?” Eddie asks with a huge smile, evidently forgetting to give his boyfriend the silent treatment. Steve nods. Eddie leans over and says, “Have I told you lately how much I love you?”
Steve sighs and leans over to give him a peck on the cheek at a stop sign. Eddie gasps dramatically, “You missed and you know it!”
Steve rolls his eyes again. “I’m getting you light up sneakers, what more could you want?” And this comment has Eddie forgetting all about the kiss because he’s too excited for these shoes. Sometimes, Steve wonders what he sees in him, but a short glance over is all Steve needs to know he would never give him up no matter what.
That is until he gets the light up sneakers - but they’re not the problem. The problem is Steve hadn’t tried to analyze their earlier conversation deeper than surface level.
See, Steve had asked, “You got rid of the Heelys, right?”
“Of course,” Eddie had said with a big smile.
“So, I’m never going to see them again?”
Eddie had paused and made fleeting eye contact as he replied, “I wouldn’t say that… but you have the shoes?” He had asked with such joyous anticipation that Steve couldn’t think of anything except letting his boyfriend open the gift.
But now, Steve is fuming. Because while Eddie hadn’t lied about giving them up, he had left out what he meant by that.
Because Dustin has just started heeling around the trailer in the “great new shoes Eddie had gotten him.”
Steve looks up at Eddie. Eddie looks at Steve. Then, he bolts out the trailer into the darkness.
Steve follows him out yelling, “You can’t hide from me in those sneakers!”
“Damn these beautiful creations!” Eddie yells as he races away from Steve.
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A few days later, Steve has managed to convince Dustin to give up the shoes for a no questions asked “you owe me one.” Steve is scared to ask what that could be, but he’s just grateful to get the Heely’s away from the two menaces. He sets them on top of the box to deal with them later.
…But then they’re staring at him. Taunting him to try them on. And Steve has never backed down from a challenge, so he does. Just this one time.
Besides, Eddie is in the shower, and he’ll never know. So, Steve puts them on and goes outside. He takes a few jogging steps and then easily balances on the heels covering a good distance with a rush of adrenaline. He stops and goes again. And then again. “Why did he find these so difficult?” Steve asks as he goes just one more time.
Then the trailer door opens so fast that Steve can barely process it. “I see how it is. You just wanted them all to yourself,” Eddie says with his hands on his hips, towel wrapped around his waist. There still seems to be shampoo in his hair. “I could hear your betrayal,” Eddie explains.
Steve argues, “I was just seeing what the big deal was!” He makes his way back to the trailer and instantly takes them off and puts them back in the box. “I’m going to give these away for good now.”
“You better not keep them for yourself, Steve,” Eddie says as he heads back to finish his shower, successfully planting the idea in his head. So, Steve takes the time to hide the box in the trunk of his car. Maybe Max will want a secret Heely friend that Eddie will never find out about…
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SUMMARY: pierre is not the boyfriend of the year that everyone thought. his girlfriend is left to fend for herself, fourtunately she seems to have good people in her corner PAIRING: pierre gasly x ex! fem! redbull media team! oc , [redacted] x fem! redbull media team! oc (no faceclaim) WARNINGS: mentions of cheating, cursing A/N: this is my first one, it was supposed to be y/n BUT i just didn't like how it looked? idk, i needed to have a name so everyone meet Marceline ;)) A/N 2: this one's very twitter heavy, idk why, also we meet new characters
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marcilazzaro1 oh baby brother, i love you too
↳brunolazzaro03 okay okay, just stop stealing my ice cream
landonorris and what are you gonna do, you're like 12
↳brunolazzaro03 im 20 and i've been training karate since i was 6 ;)) ↳landonorris ah, got it.
maxverstappen1 can i help?
↳brunolazzaro03 i mean, i guess? can you fight? ↳charles_leclerc no, he cannot. he's like a kitten ↳maxverstappen1 i CAN fight wtf, estebanocon can confirm ↳estebanocon that wasn't a fight, it was a shove
danielricciardo oh shit you did karaoke without me? i'm hurt
↳brunolazzaro03 don't worry, you didn't miss much. she was awful ↳marcilazzaro1 oh i'm sorry that i was having fun and not singing like a pop star ↳danielricciardo i'm sure it wasn't that bad, but you are legally obligated to go to a karaoke bar with us now ↳marcilazzaro1 name a time and place
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Marci: Okay, so I do have questions. Apparently.
Claire Ask away, I've told you I'm here to answer anything I can.
Marci: He was in Milan for 17-19th June. Did you meet up then?
Claire: Wait a sec, I'll check the messages.
Claire: He texted me on the 17th, we met up the next day.
Marci: Fucking hell
Marci: What a fucking dickhead
Marci: I can't believe him
Marci: No, actually, I can't believe myself! How could I be so stupid? I KNEW something was up.
Claire: What happened?
Marci: My birthday's June 18th. I had to be in the UK for work, tried to get him to come with me as well, but he said he was needed at the factory.
Claire: What the fuckk
Claire: I'm so sorry this happened to you and for my involvement in it.
Claire: Merda, che proprio stronzo
Claire: The audacity. And his dick ain't even that good.
Marci: Jesus. Ain't that the truth
Marci: What are you doing this weekend? I still have questions and I'd rather to talk about it face to face
Marci: If that's okay with you of course.
Claire: Yeah, sure.
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marcilazzaro1 last moments in paradise ☀️ thank you for being my friends 💛 miss you already!
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jonas_braun you gotta have more free weekends
↳marcilazzaro1 yeah, let me just say that to the big boss i'm sure he'll be very happy about that ↳jo_king redbullracing ;) ↳redbullracing sorry, boss says she's essential ↳marcilazzaro1 🤠
sundaylover hope you had a good break! redbull media is different without you
↳cuddlyriccx right??? it's way less entertaining ↳elplanxincoming and max is not enthusiastic at all lol
yukitsunoda0511 i found a good restaurant for singapore so you better come back
↳marcilazzaro1 i can't wait!
shithappens this is so precious to me, you don't understand
danielricciardo so is my favorite media perosn coming back to work?
↳marcilazzaro1 i need to make a short pitstop first but yeah ;) ↳madi_races pitstop? ↳marcilazzaro1 🤫
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marcielazzaro1 turns out that the only good thing about him was his taste in women ;)
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ilpredestinatox IM SORRY???? RUE WHEN WAS THIS
elplanxincoming OH this is petty, I LOVE THIS
sundaylover this is the solidarity we need
↳shithappens she's a girl's girl 🥺
maxverstappen1 so that's what you're doing instead of working?
↳marcielazzaro1 i have boss' permisson so shush
fonzlove that's some queen shit right here
↳aussieboi YES
clairobernie_x who knew medicore sex could make this happen ;)
↳marcilazzaro1 CLAIRE 😳 ↳barbiegirl i just know pierre is reading this shaking in his boots
danielricciardo that's some fine views right there
sarah_scott and you didn't take me??
↳marcilazzaro1 next time babes, i promise
charles_leclerc this is amazing
↳clairobernie_x we know ;) ↳madi_races oh i like her, can we keep her?
nyoomf1 WHAT IS GOING ON IN THE HOUSE OF COMMOMS
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danielricciardo another karaoke without me? now i seriously think you don't like me
↳marcilazzaro1 sorry Danny, girls night. next time, I swear ↳danielricciardo I'll hold you to that ↳marcilazzaro1 🤠
landonorizz i'm so happy they're friendly
madi_races oh they're so pretty
↳forzalec16 right??? im SO gay
marcilazzaro1 it was so good to officially meet you
↳clairobernie_x i'm so glad i reached out
shithappens this dynamic is precious, i don't wanna say "thank you pierre" but........
↳marcilazzaro1 thank you Pierre ;) ↳shithappens your honor i LOVE HER
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madi's radio: pt. 2 is here! next ones might take some time cause i'm just swamped with course work and i have a buch of exams this week, sorry. also how are we liking the characters and dynamics so far?
tag list: @sunny44 @rockyhayzkid @biancathecool @unluckyyoshi
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DISCLAIMER: i do not know anything about this people, this is not real life, this is just something for fun, i do not know anythings about their life or personalities!
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thefantasyden · 10 days
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Hi bunnie!!! this is for the BDSM week drabbles! Free use between the members, fem!reader, sub!reader. The order in which the members go doesn’t really matter but maybe throw in pussy-drunk Sungie and Innie.
MUAH LOVE YOU BUNNIE!!! 💚💙❤️🤍🩷🧡💛🩵🩶🖤🤎💕💞💗💖❣️💝💓❤️‍🔥
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It had started entirely accidentally. That's what they tell themselves.
Jeongin had always been insatiable, and you really were to blame for giving in so easily to him, allowing him to slot himself between your legs in the living room where anyone could see. There's no reason you should have been convinced by his promise that nobody would find you in the earliest hours of the morning, fully aware that there was no such this as set sleep schedules among these men.
Seungmin is the first willing victim, getting more than he bargained for when he exits his room in search of a water bottle and instead finds you with your hands tugging at Jeongins hair as the younger boy ate you out like his like depended on it. You have to practically drag the man away from you when your eyes meet Seungmins, his face covered in a combination of his saliva mixed with your own wetness. You're both shocked when Innie asks if Seungmin wants a taste, but theres very little hesitation, and it's not long before their tongues are teasing each other as they combine their efforts, devouring your pussy like they were on a mission.
Minho and Chan are the next to fall, forgetting to knock before entering Seungmins room only to catch sight of the two of you rutting against each other like you're in heat, spit dripping between your clothed bodies as your hands grope for purchase on any sliver of exposed flesh. You're both pleading with them to help you, unable to think clearly enough to ask if they knew the arrangement. Of course they knew. Jeongin had made sure to plaster it through the group chat for their benefit, and they're fueled by the adrenaline of the situation when they begin direction their two precious pets onnhiw to please each other.
Han was a more than willing participant and took the "free use" arrangement to a whole other level, interrupting a gaming session with Felix and wordlessly kneeling in front of your chair to shive his fave between your thighs, the blonde watching the scene unfold as Jisungs fingers work your pussy. It seemed only natural for him to get involved at that point, standing in front of you as you pawed at him through his sweats, begging for a taste.
Changbin and Hyunjin are calculated about their first time. Changbin needs Hyunjin to make sure he doesn't get carried away when he's pressing you into the mattress, your face burried in a pillow only regaining your breath when Hyunjin makes the only man move to let you up, your eyes watering as you whispered your thanks to him and were rewarded with his slender fingers slipping their way into your mouth, testing how well you might be able to take his cock later.
It takes barely a week for them to become accustomed to the aramgement, quickly finding a rhythm as they became comfortable enough to sheath themselves inside your welcoming cunt at any moment of the day, more than happy to make use of Jeongins pretty girl.
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ikarasu · 5 months
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Intrusive thoughts on Romeo for all of the few Romeo lovers out there.
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💛 Human 💛
- ✨charming✨
He’s unbelievably charming, we’ve all seen the King of Puppets intro. So I believe human Romeo is the definition of Prince Charming. He’s treating you to flowers and kisses on the hand. If not he’s greeting you with a playful bow.
- Quality Time
Romeo is huge on quality time, whether or not you guys are actually talking. He’s fine with laying against you as you read a book while playing with his hair. Please brush his hair! He loves the feeling of your hands in his hair.
- Late Night Dates
I’d imagine Romeo to be slightly rebellious and adventurous. He’s the type to climb up to your window and take you out for some fun. Take you to hidden spots around Krat or to a beautiful view. He’d gently hold your hand and pull you close to him. Humming a tune while slow dancing with you in the park. Dimly lit by the street lights, he’d stare at you as if you’re the brightest star.
👑 Puppet 👑
- Extremely Possessive
At that point, Romeo had just lost Carlo and had seen the horrors of the Petrification Disease and the Alchemists. He’s not letting you out of his sight for a second. Keeping you hidden away somewhere in the Estella Opera House. Commanding other puppets to guard your room and to protect you at all costs. But that’s only if he’s not around to guard you himself.
- Dancing
Sometimes he’d let you out of your room to dance around the Estella Opera House Stage. The few times he’d come out of his suit and somewhat let his guard down. How it would make his springs tick when he sees you come out from backstage wearing a lavish outfit. The music would start up and he’d greet you with a bow before whisking you away to dance.
- Hair
Please keep playing with his hair. He still loves it, it reminds him of when he was human. He’ll pull you towards a sofa as he sits on the floor. Handing you a brush while tilting his head at you expectantly. His springs and gears are creaking and ticking happily as you brush it.
- Reassurance
Romeo needs reassurance. After he chooses to have Geppetto turn him into a puppet he’s suddenly very self-conscious. He was scared to see your reaction at first. So to see you still love him for him makes his mechanical heart soar. He would cry if he could. Please reassure Romeo of your love for him 🥺
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💛 Human 💛
- Teasing
Romeo loves teasing you until you’re nothing but putty in his arms. Whispering into you just to see you flustered. He definitely uses his height advantage (unless you’re taller) against you. Occasionally pinning you to the wall as he tilts your head up for a kiss. Pulling one of your legs up to hook around him. But then suddenly pulling away just before anything more happened. He’s waiting for you to reach your breaking point where you grab him and pull him off to make sure he finishes what he started.
- Soft
He’s so soft and romantic when he’s not teasing you. Romeo doesn’t want to fuck, he wants to make love. Worshiping every inch of your skin and making sure you feel the depth of his love and devotion to you. He’s praising you every time you cum, calling you precious, and telling you how well you take him.
- Giver
Romeo is definitely a giver. He loves pleasing you to your every whim. He’s down bad for you and will do anything for you. Want him to eat you out? He’s savoring you like the finest of ambrosia. Want him to use your mouth? He won’t stop showering you in praise as he thrusts into your throat. Thanking you for letting him use your mouth. Anything, and I mean anything, as long as you’re a satisfied puddle after he’s done.
- Switch
Romeo definitely wouldn’t mind letting you take the lead if you wanted. He won’t complain if you want to put on a show for him. But sometimes after his Stalker duties he just needs to bury himself into your warm body and de-stress.
-Kissing
Romeo loves kissing while you two have sex. It’s a must. He loves feeling your lips or skin against his lips. Kissing just makes everything feel so much more intimate and real to him. Rile him up by returning those kisses, whether it’s his lips or his chest. Just kiss him back and all of a sudden he’s gripping you as he thrusts faster while he whimpers out how much he loves you.
- Aftercare
ROMEO IS NOT ONLY THE KING OF PUPPETS BUT THE KING OF AFTERCARE. He’s cleaning you up like the most delicate flower while his warm calloused hands rub you so soothingly. Making sure you hydrate while he brushes out any tangles in your hair. Pressing a kiss to your forehead and then to your lips. Whispering sweet nothings into your hair before giving you his shirt to wear to sleep. He’s wrapping his arms around you as he holds you close before falling asleep.
👑 Puppet 👑
- Size Difference
We all saw how tall he was in the game. If he wasn’t taller than you before, he probably is now. He’s pulling you underneath him as he thrusts into you. Calling you his little star or his heart as he absolutely ruins you.
- Dominant/overstimulation
I’d imagine after becoming the King of Puppets he’s a lot more dominant. Easily holding you down and making you take all of him (with consent). Whispering into your ear “How’s it like to have a King claiming you, my little star?”. Before sliding his entire length into you. Growling out in a staticky voice “Mine, mine, mine…”, he’s once again possessive after everything that’s happened. He’s going to make you cum multiple times despite you crying and whimpering you can’t take more. He knows you can because you don’t want to disappoint your King, do you?
- Hear me out… 👹 the suit 👹……….
Sometimes he’s really impatient and pent up. So he’ll grab you with one of the many large hands before opening up the hatch and tossing you inside with him. The hatch closes and now you’re stuck inside with a very pent-up Romeo. No one is going to disturb you guys for a while… He’ll keep you there until he’s absolutely satisfied.
-Aftercare
Usually that consists of you helping him clean since now he has nooks and crannies from being a puppet. But Romeo really appreciates it and helps him actually wind down. He just loves watching you take care of him and feeling your skin against him. He pulls your hand up to his cheek as he nuzzles it. Thanking you for not leaving him after seeing him become a puppet. Reassure his worried mind and shower him in kisses.
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moraxsthrone · 11 months
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Keeeel I have brainrot ;w;
Just... Zhongli taking care of his little mate after fucking you so good/hard/much that you can't really move much, legs weak, body sore. Him massaging your muscles whispering sweet nothings and nuzzling you, carrying you to the bath and pampering you and you whine a little still sensitive 🥺💕
It's extra asdfchbklj bc you're an adventurer who fights monsters in the regular, go exploring and climbing and sure your body gets a little pushed to the limits once in a while but he, heeeee, Zhongli is the only one who manages to tire you out like this. Drooling and sweating and panting in pure blissful pleasure, legs twitching in the aftershocks of a few too many rounds crying out his name. And he's so proud of himself for being able to leave you like this, sweet and pliant in hazy pleasure (and proud of you too for being so good to him!) his inner dragon purrrs happily against your skin leaving soft kisses.
AFKSFCGVJBJNKL /w\ omggggggg
Just Zhongli fucking you stupid and then providing the sweetest most tender aftercare 😩🥴🥰💕💕💕
crys, my dear, thank you for leaving this precious gem in my ask box. 💛🧡🤎🖤 i saw it this morning and could NOT stop thinking about it all day and THE SECOND i logged off from work i made a MAD DASH to my pc and started typing FURIOUSLY. i needed this so bad! 😩😮‍💨
I AM HERE FOR THE ZHONGLI BRAINROT!!
be warned: nsfw. mdni. x f!reader. rough sex. hair pulling. please let me know if i missed anything, i have a meeting in 8 mins and i'm trying to get this out beforehand bc we've waited long enough.
but also: zhongli provides impeccable aftercare, breathe if you agree
wc: 500+
okay so let's get one thing out of the way: zhongli knows How To Fuck™️
the archon has you on your belly, your thighs pressed together as he straddles them and rides you like a lazy horse. his beautiful cock is coated with your creamy need; he loves to spread your asscheeks apart and watch your swollen hole stretch around his girthy cock. the striations of your slick spread the length of his shaft as his hips slap your ass so hard the wet, rhythmic smacks echo off your bedroom walls.
he’s got your hair wrapped around his glowing fist and you can hear the occasional grunt or deep, aggressive growl coming from behind you as he fucks you harder. you’re panting, crying, whimpering his name; from the corner of your watery eyes you see his arm that’s planted on the mattress next you, sinewy muscles flexing and rippling under his dark, gradient skin. he’s already fucked multiple orgasms out of you and now,
it’s his turn.
zhongli leans forward, hunching over you, his rock hard abs, sticky with sweat, pressing against your back. his pelvis is snapping on sheer instinct, faster now, forcing his engorged cock deeper into your womb where, with one final thrust of his hips, his seed floods your cervix in thick, white spurts. his orgasm is so powerful he can hardly contain his dracontine nature as he fills you with his musk, head thrown back as a guttural roar erupts from his throat.
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your lover's postcoital disposition is in stark contrast to his mating style. your naked, sweaty bodies are pressed together, some of his thick seed dribbling out and coating your still-trembling thighs as he holds you close. with your head tucked neatly under his chin, you're soothed by the steady beat of his heart, grounded by the depth and subtlety of his voice against your ear as he quietly praises and reassures you.
"you are safe, my love," he says, lazily tracing his name on your back with warm fingers. "you did wonderfully, darling. you always do. you are the most precious thing to me. you are beautiful, intelligent, strong, and one of very few people who laugh at my jokes." your soft chuckle fills his heart with warm love because he knows you're okay and that you are with him.
when you're ready, you look up at him and he smooths your hair away from your lovely face so he can get a better look at you. his tired eyes are hooded, darker now that they're not glowing as fiercely.
"what can i do, love? can i get you some water, something to eat? would you like me to fetch the duvet off the floor and wrap you up in it?"
you smile and shake your head no, verbalizing just long enough to say, "just...need to stay close to you, zhong. please just hold me and talk to me?"
"of course, my love," he hums, "whatever you need." he lays his head down next to yours and murmurs sweet, loving everythings into your ear as he nuzzles your hair. you can feel the low timbre of his voice in every fiber of your being, comforting you, and you know that you are safe. you know that you are loved.
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colourstreakgryffin · 6 months
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The Six Pillars; Masterlist #1~
The animes I do write for is Demon Slayer, Jujutsu Kaisen, JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Death Note, Haikyuu and Record of Ragnarok~! But I also want to do writing for the current communities and shows I am vested in so I’d love for requests of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss! Don’t have to but that’d be appreciated, any character from those two shows!
I’ll write absolutely any type of concept like angst, drama, romantic love to platonic love, NSFW, fluff, comfort, character x character, character x reader. I’d prefer to stay away from very intense situations like r**e, su****e, death since I don’t wish to make a mockery of these themes, I am not the best with reader x OC requests and I do not like choosing characters myself nor coming up with the scenario, please do these yourself! It’s your request, not mine! My main work is anime, primarily Demon Slayer!
Enough on that now! It’s time for the Masterlist~!I present you my work! Do as you please with this!
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Pillar #1: Demon Slayer~❤️
❤️ Akaza: Of Different Worlds
💜 Obanai: Back Off
🌈 Douma: Snuggly Orders
❤️ Muzan: All Mine
🖤 Gyomei: Toasty Blood
💙 Giyuu: Fuzzy Morals
💜 Obanai: Serpents and Arachnids
❤️💜🧡 Tanjiro, Obanai and Kyojuro: Ribboned-up Niffty
💛 Hotaru: Nothing or Everything
💙 Muichiro: Wire of Fate
💜 Nakime: Hot Red Strings
💙 Giyuu: Sky-High Fortitude
💜 Obanai: Dragon Tamer
💙❤️💙 Muichiro, Tanjiro and Giyuu: Eating Drama
🖤 Gyomei: Typhoon Shelter
❤️ Tengen: The Best and the Worst
💜 Obanai: Sheathed Blade
💚❤️💙💛 Karaku, Sekido, Aizetsu and Urogi: Fishing for Prizes
🩷💜💚 Kanae, Shinobu and Kanao: Near-Death Experience
🩷🧡💜 Mitsuri, Kyojuro and Shinobu: Doll Mattress
💙 Aoi: Horseyback Rides
💙 Muichiro: Rest Now
💜💜💚 Shinobu, Obanai and Sanemi: Victim Issues
💜 Genya: Unlikely Partnership
💙🩷🖤 Giyuu, Mitsuri and Gyomei: Hook Hashira
💜 Shinobu: Eyes on the Walls
❤️ Tanjiro: Wait, Your Majesty
🌈 Douma: Sharing a Heart
💚 Kanao: Feeling Flop
🧡💜💚 Kyojuro, Obanai and Sanemi: Past and Future
Pillar #2: Jujutsu Kaisen~💜
🖤 Noritoshi: Numb Senses
❤️❤️ Choso and Ryomen: Tiger Eye
❤️ Choso: One of the Same
❤️ Choso: Styling Perfection
💛 Kento: Eclipse Heart
❤️ Naoya: Toxic River
Pillar #3: JoJo Bizarre Adventure~💚
💙💚💛 Jonathan, Erina and DIO: Clock Delay
Pillar #4: Death Note~💙
Pillar #5: Haikyuu~💛
Osamu and Atsumu: Plus Three
❤️ Kenma: Level 0; Training
🧡 Hinata: Impressing You
🧡💙💚 Atsumu, Osamu and Rintarõ: Clown of Mischief
Pillar #6: Record of Ragnorak~🩷
💚💙 Adam and Eve: Broken Little Heart
💜 Loki: Appreciation and Simp Post
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Hell Show Pillar~🖤
💙 Vox: Cameras and TVs
🖤 Husk: Dolling Up
🖤 Husk: Glass Barfly
🖤 Husk: Daddy’s Little Girl
💛 Emily: Counting Sheep
❤️ Alastor: Three Glowing Candles
💛 Charlie: Balloon Soul
🖤 Husk: Pootie-Kitty
🖤🩷 Husk and Angel Dust: Growing Up
❤️🩷💛 Alastor, Velvette and Emily: Mirage Mind
❤️ Alastor: Yin and Yang, Light and Dark
🖤❤️💙 Husk, Cherri and Vox: Pink Shoes
💛 Adam: Stem of the Apple
❤️🖤 Alastor and Rosie: Blood Spill
💚💙 Fizzarolli and Asmodeus: Ruby in the Rough
❤️ Alastor: Picking Favourites
❤️ Alastor: A Little Game
❤️ Blitzo: Guns & Volleyballs
🖤 Husk: Precious Kitten
❤️Alastor: Rose Drop
❤️ Alastor: Staying Here
❤️ Alastor: Fresh Meat
❤️ Alastor: Rainbow Irises
❤️ Alastor: Old Habits, Never Die
❤️ Alastor: Diamond Trio
💙 Vox: Vampire Canine
❤️ Alastor: Rabbitfoot
❤️ Alastor: Lies and Deception
❤️ Alastor: Little Mistake
❤️❤️🖤 Alastor, Lucifer and Husk: Wildcard
❤️ Alastor: Smile, My Dear
❤️💙🩷 Alastor, Vox and Velvette: Getting Over It
❤️ Alastor: Crystal Heart
❤️ Alastor: Beauty from Within
❤️ Alastor: Blood Draw
❤️ Alastor: Shopping Trip
❤️ Alastor: All the More Demons
❤️ Alastor: Follow Me
❤️ Alastor: Mischievous Rumours
❤️ Alastor: the Prey and the Predator
❤️ Alastor: Redemption Path
❤️ Alastor: Chaotic I.M.P
❤️ Alastor: Night & Day
❤️ Alastor: Reaching Out
❤️ Alastor: Hell’s Angel
❤️ Alastor: Hopping Little Heart
Here is the first temple of this blog’s lengthy Masterlist~ Masterlist #2
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