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I would like to make a request 🗣️🗣️ luke and a meet cute at a club or party and luke takes her back to his place 🕶️
thank you for your consideration
warnings: use of Y/N, consumption of alcohol, dancing without leaving room for jesus, public sex, rough!luke, oral sex m!receiving (facefucking), praise, dirty talk, consumption of cum, hair pulling, probably missed some stuff but. oh well.
pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader
wc: 3,717
“Y/N, he’s been looking over here all night. If you don’t go up to him, I will,” your friend threatens.
You know who she’s talking about– the tall brunet with the curls near the dartboard in the quiet corner of the bar. He’s been with his group of friends the whole night, nursing beer bottle after beer bottle, and you keep making eye contact with him. You’ve actually turned from him so that you can focus on your friends, determined to not make the first move on this guy.
However, the jig is up. Your friends are tired of waiting. They want to see something happen.
“Look, he’s going to the bar now,” another friend says. “Go get a new drink and talk to him!”
They urge you to finish your current drink quickly and shoo you along, physically pushing you from the group towards the bar.
“Alright, alright, fine,” you concede, leaving your empty glass on the table and walking towards the bar. You make your way to the bar, sidling up next to the man. He seems taller when you stand next to him, so you throw a look over your shoulder towards your friends, mouth gaping and eyebrows curved to convey how impressed you are. You tap your fingers on the bar while you wait for the bartender, bouncing on your tiptoes slightly.
The bartender goes to the man first, who asks for a Bud bottle. It’s easy enough, so the bartender points to you.
“A vodka soda with a lime, please!” You lean forward over the bar and raise your voice so the bartender can hear you over the chatter in the bar. Another easy order. You never really know what to order at bars, despite being over the legal drinking age for a little while now.
You and the man next to you wait in silence as the bartender makes your drinks– or grabs the beer bottle, in the case of your neighbor. He promptly hands over his card, which the bartender sticks into the side of his hat so that he can use both of his hands to make your drink.
Your eyes go wide– your purse is at the table with your friends. You could just use ApplePay, but you really don’t want to hand your entire phone to the bartender to pay. “Oh, shit,” you mumble to yourself, looking over at the table where your friends sit. You can see your purse from here, like there’s a spotlight on it.
The bartender places a new glass in front of you and waits.
“I– my wallet is in my purse, I need to go grab it,” you say, pointing over towards the table. “I’m so sorry, I’ll be right back–”
“You can put it on mine,” the man next to you interrupts, talking directly to the bartender. “I’ll pay.”
The bartender nods and types around on the computer for a minute, while you turn to the guy next to you– your savior. Maybe that’s a bit dramatic, but you really do appreciate the small act of kindness.
“Thank you so much,” you tell the man, looking up at him and smiling softly. “I can Venmo you, if you want?”
He chuckles. “Nah, that’s okay,” he says. He sticks a hand out for you to shake, which is comical in a setting like this. You take his hand anyway, feeling his fingers curl around your palm. “I’m Luke.”
“Y/N. You’re sure I can’t pay you back?” you ask, shaking his hand.
Luke turns back to the bar, taking his card from the bartender and signing the receipt. You take your drink, waiting for him to say something else. He looks at you when he’s done and shakes his head. “I’m sure.”
Ugh– you can feel your chance slipping away. You’ve never been the bravest when it comes to making a move, but you know your friends won’t take pleasure in this story if you return now. They’ll just send you back over to Luke. “How about a dance?”
Luke’s eyebrows quirk. “A dance?”
“To pay you back. We dance for a song, we go our separate ways, and all is fair,” you say. It’s a silly proposal, but you’re hoping it works. Even if it doesn’t, you can tell your friends that you asked him to dance and he declined. You reach for your drink and sip from the straw, pinching the plastic to keep it in place. You look up at Luke through your eyelashes, blinking innocently.
Luke seems to consider the invitation, taking a swig from his beer bottle and sliding his card back into his wallet, before sliding his wallet back into his pocket. He licks his bottom lip and his eyes flicker over the top half of your figure. “Sure,” Luke decides after a minute. “Let’s dance.”
You smile. “Okay,” you say sweetly. “Let me go put my drink on my table. Wait right here.” You touch his arm lightly, lingering for a moment. “I’ll be right back.”
You head back to your table, depositing your drink on the table and telling your friends that you’ll be dancing with Luke if they need you. They cheer and gas you up, making you swear that you’ll tell them everything. They promise to watch your stuff and, should you want to go home with Luke, they’ll call an Uber for you.
Your friends don’t do that kind of stuff normally, so you’re starting to wonder… do they think you’ve been in a dry spell? Or are they just really excited about the prospect of you hooking up with Luke?
Luke’s face transforms when he smirks, watching you make your way back over to him. He laughs when you pop your hips a bit with each step, introducing the dance before you even make your way to the middle of the bar. Once you’re in range, Luke slides his big hand over your hip possessively and a thrill passes through you. It’s the simplest of touches.
You lead him to the dance floor, twining your fingers between the lengthy digits of his free hand. You twirl under his arm before plastering your back to his front and, well, getting down to business.
The music is upbeat, but you can’t place your finger on the genre. You like this bar because dancing isn’t a huge part of the vibe. There are still a number of couples out on the dance floor, plus a few groups of friends. It’s not crowded, but there’s no way that your friends are able to watch and analyze each move that you make.
It might be disco, actually. Some sort of weird EDM-disco-reggae-poppy-retro song that you’ll never remember the name of, but you’ll remember the feeling you had while it played. You’ll remember the feeling of Luke’s body behind yours, so present that you have to close your eyes and memorize it.
The movements are easy enough, although Luke is letting you lead the dance. His hips sway with yours, hands on your waist. You can feel his breath on your neck and your cheekbone and you lean into the touch, laying the back of your head against his shoulder. One of your hands comes up to find his neck, curling around the back of it and playing with his curls. You know he can see down the front of your going-out top like this, cleavage on full display, and that’s just how you want it.
His movements grow more sure over the duration of the song. By the end of it, Luke’s hips are pressed securely against your backside and his hands are keeping you in place. At the end of the first song, you wait for Luke to step away, but he doesn’t. You just keep dancing– through a second, a third, and a fourth song.
Halfway through the fourth, Luke starts to kiss over your neck. It’s exactly what you’ve been waiting for. You hum and press into his touch, baring your neck for him and sighing. The fourth song ends and fades into a fifth. Luke keeps kissing. You keep rolling your hips. Luke pulls you back when you get too far away. You curl your fingers into his hair when his mouth parts from your pulsepoint for too long.
You turn into Luke’s body finally, unable to play this game for a moment more. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling yourself into his orbit until your hips are flush and your tits are pressed against his front.
There’s a lull momentarily, just a flash of hesitation in Luke’s eyes, but it’s gone in a second. That look is replaced with a dark, affected flicker deep in Luke’s pupils. He leans down, you tilt your head up, and you’re kissing each other frantically, bodies still moving in time with the beat of the sixth song.
Your hands tug on Luke’s hair and one of his rises up the line of your back to tangle in yours. The other hand slides lower and you, for one, are very happy that Luke has such a big wingspan. You saw it when he reached a hand out to throw a dart and again when he was celebrating with his friend, another brunet in a backwards hat. His hand goes all the way to your behind and squeezes, which has you swooning.
You’re sure that you look sloppy and desperate on the dance floor, but with the way Luke’s dick is straining against his pants and pressing against your hip, you can’t be bothered to care. Luke’s mouth is insistent against yours and you feel positively feral.
It’s warm in the club all of a sudden. You feel like you’re sweating and you want to get out of these clothes– and you want to get Luke out of his.
Luke kisses you until you’re gasping for air and you have to break away. Even then, he starts to kiss down your neck again, which has you arching into his touch.
“Go home with me?” Luke asks between the open-mouthed marks he leaves on your neck.
And you will, but you also don’t want to sit through a car ride. Your apartment is about twenty minutes from here and you don’t know how far Luke’s is… hell, he could live above the bar for all you care, and that would be too far.
“Too far,” you reply before tracing a line over the strong column of his throat. “I want you now.”
Luke chuckles, amused by your chagrin. “We can’t just–”
“Come on.” You take Luke’s hand and drag him towards the bathrooms. There’s a single stall employee bathroom that you know the code for– only because one of your friends used to date one of the bartenders at this bar. He gave her the code and she’d shared it with your group of friends, then you’d continued using it after they’d broken up. Part of that is revenge for the bartender turning out to be evil, as ex-boyfriends often are, but the other part is that you prefer having a bathroom that is constantly stocked with toilet paper, soap, and paper towels.
In this case… you prefer having a bathroom that is locked and very private.
You punch in the code, waiting for the keypad to light up green, and let yourself in. You pull Luke into the room behind you, leaning back against the door as it swings shut.
Luke crowds into your space, cupping your cheeks and pushing your hair back until it’s a tangled mess. All the while, he’s mouthing against your lips. You take his enthusiasm as a sign that he’s on board with your idea– that you can hook up right here and there’s no need to wait. The doorknob is digging into your side, but you don’t mind all that much.
He’s so strong. You can feel it in the way his fingertips dig into your sides and how his body covers yours.
You both move with ferver, hands roaming and touching every inch that you can. Luke tastes like the beer he was drinking and smells of faint cologne. His tongue licks at your mouth like a flame and the sounds of your lips meeting and retracting fills your ears. You can hear how he’s starting to pant into your mouth, and one of his hands comes up to squeeze your boob. You return the favor, fitting your hand around his length over the front of his pants. He moans into your mouth and you swoon, knees buckling slightly.
They buckle until you find your way to the ground. “Can I?” you ask, petting over the tent in front of your face. You look up at Luke, leaning forward to smooth an inviting kiss to his bulge.
“Fuck, yes,” Luke replies. One of his hands stays flat against the back of the door, while the other gathers your hair at the back of your head.
You let a smirk crawl over your face, maintaining eye contact with Luke and hoping that it looks sexy. Then, you’re quick to unbutton his pants and pull the zipper down, working to free Luke’s cock. You can practically feel your mouth watering, filling with spit and craving his taste.
When you pull his pants and boxers down, Luke’s cock springs free and bounces back towards his stomach. He’s got a big cock, lengthier than you’ve seen in any of your previous hookups. He’s girthy, too, and you’re happy to see that he’s circumcised. Not that you’d complain if he wasn’t, but… whatever. It’s not important. What’s important is that he’s right here and your mouth isn’t around him yet.
You dive in, tongue first. At the first union of Luke’s precum with your tastebuds, you moan and allow your eyelids to flutter shut. You bob your head, taking inch after inch of Luke until there’s hardly any space remaining– at least, you hope not. He’s big and you’d like to look accomplished, able to deepthroat him. It’s a pride thing. After pushing your head down just the tiniest bit further, just enough so you gag around his tip and your mouth constricts around his cock, you pull back.
You pump his cock while you breathe, shaking away the lightheadedness that came with his girth filling your windpipe and cutting off your airway. You lick from his base to his tip with the flat of your tongue, gazing up at Luke with wide eyes to catch his reaction.
He’s breathing hard, his stomach tensing and hand twitching against the back of the door, like he wants to grab something. “That’s so good,” Luke gasps out, his other hand tightening in your hair. He stares down at you, pupils dark and all-consuming.
You open your mouth and slide his length over your tongue, taking him deep.
“So good,” Luke repeats. His hips push forward, encouraging you to do more.
So that’s how it’s going to be, you think. Well, you certainly don’t mind if Luke wants to take control.
You bring your hand to the back of your head, covering his fingers. Luke stares at you, but he doesn’t move. If his cock wasn’t in your mouth, tip poking at the back of your throat, you’d giggle at the dumbfounded look on his face. Instead, you just push your head forward with that hand over Luke’s, then pull back, and then push forward again. You drop Luke’s hand and thumb over his thigh, tracing the light hair that adorns it.
“You– do you want me to fuck your mouth?” Luke asks, stammering over the first word. His cheeks flush as he questions you. You can’t tell if it’s from being turned on or if it’s because he’s embarrassed that he even has to ask.
You nod, eyes half-hooded and bottom teeth accidentally scraping against the underside of his cock. You drop your mouth open wider, and your jaw is starting to ache, but what does it matter? Luke’s grip has grown even tighter on your hair.
“Are you sure?” he checks again, although his hips are already starting to work back, giving him room to push forward when you confirm.
You nod again, flexing your tongue against the vein that pulses along his shaft.
“Fuck, that’s hot. Okay, um, if it’s too much,” Luke says, scrambling a bit. “Just, uh, hit me. Hit my thigh if it’s too much and you need a break, okay?”
You let a breath of laughter leave your nose and you pat his thigh firmly to show that you understand. You bring that hand around the back of his thigh and encourage him forward, eyes never breaking from his.
Luke starts slow at first, using his grip on your hair to drag you closer to his base and then back to his tip. He sees how much you can take and how far he can go before his tip falls off of your tongue and leaves your mouth completely. He directs your head like a marionette on a string, recapturing his cock and filling your mouth with it.
You pinch his thigh and whine, the sound muffled around Luke’s length, but he gets the message.
“Okay, fuck,” Luke curses. He starts to pull your hair harder, then push down on your scalp itself more harshly. “Letting me fuck your mouth in the bar bathroom, that’s so dirty, Y/N.”
You moan at that, eyes rolling back.
“Oh, you like being dirty, huh?” Luke asks. “You like it when I talk to you? Or do you just like the idea of me ruining you?”
That. You moan again, the vibration from the noise reverberating around his length.
Luke gains more confidence, bringing his hand down from the door and rearranging your hair into a ponytail of sorts. Both hands are on the sides of your head, holding your skull like they would hold your hips if he was fucking into you from behind.
“So good at gagging on my cock, babe,” Luke continues. His eyes are flashing with ideas, a new light glinting through them. His hips are moving steadily, methoidcally. Forward, backward, forward, backward. His tip nudges the back of your throat with each thrust. You do actually gag when his cockhead drags over your uvula, but it makes Luke moan and increase his pace.
You like watching him come closer and closer to the edge, using your mouth. You claw at his thighs, trying to keep him as close as you can. You continue to moan, choke, and splutter around his cock, making as much noise as you can. Luke is returning the favor, groaning and grunting and heaving out harsh breaths while his pace grows more and more frenzied.
“Never even met me before, but here you are, on your knees in a bar bathroom,” Luke grits out, a twisted smirk on his face. “So willing to be used.”
Yes. You can feel a trail of drool carve a path down your chin. Luke fucks it out of you. His balls knock against your chin as he starts to lose control of himself, thrusting into your mouth as far as the hole will allow.
“You’re gonna swallow my cum,” Luke says lowly, his jaw clenched. He holds your head down, your jaw unhinged and deepthroating his cock. “Then I’m going to take you home and finish the job.”
You nod as best you can with his hands still holding your head in place.
Luke nods in return, then the pads of his thumbs dig into the thin skin of your temple and he snaps his hips forward.
His thrusts are precise and rough, which has you gagging like you’ll reject his cock, but you won’t. You want his cum. You want it in your mouth, sliding down your throat, and settling in your stomach. Your next moan is more of a gurgle around Luke’s shaft, tongue pressing into his skin.
“Good girl, I’m close,” Luke says. “Keep your mouth open for me.”
You can’t open your mouth any more than you already have, but you try your best. Your eyes sting a bit as Luke continues to abuse your throat, but you keep your watery gaze locked on him.
Luke groans and shudders, taking one of his hands from your head and returning it to the door. He forms a fist this time, knocking his forearm against the door and then leaning his head against it. He braces himself, staring down at you with his lips parted, clearly affected and transfixed by the look on your face.
His entire body rolls forward when his cum bursts from his slit and shoots down your throat. Luke moans loud, the sound seeming to echo off the walls of the spacious room.
His hips stop moving, but you bob your head for an extra minute, making slurping noises around his cock and swallowing as best you can. Some of his cum joins the drool leaking from your mouth when Luke pulls away, unable to take any further stimulation.
You swallow a final time, your throat aching with a sharp pain from overuse. You wipe under your bottom lip with the pads of your first three fingers, then lick the remaining fluids from them.
“Shit…” Luke drawls, his chest rising and falling with ample effort. His eyes look far away, although they’re fixed on the way your mouth circles your fingers. “Baby, I gotta get you home.”
“Oh, yeah?” You tease, your voice rough. Your words even break a bit, catching on the dry surface of your tongue. “Are you going to let me sit on your face and ruin you?”
Luke’s eyes widen and his pupils dilate, his tongue licking over his bottom lip. He reaches for your elbow and helps you stand, capturing your mouth in a long kiss. “Among other things,” he breathes out when you part. “Yeah, let’s get your cum on my chin too. You can see how good it looks.”
“My friends said they’d pay for the Uber,” you tell him, patting his chest. You reach for his underpants, then his jeans, and make sure they’re snug, zipped, and buttoned around his hips. You kiss him softly. “Let’s go get my purse.”
notes: been in a Lu mood lately :) not much writing has come from it, but i have been in a Lu mood.
#puck-luck's fics#andy writes anything🍄#luke hughes#luke hughes smut#luke hughes fanfiction#luke hughes x reader#luke hughes x y/n#luke hughes x you#lh43#nhl#nhl smut#nhl fanfiction#nhl fic#hockey smut#hockey fanfiction
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mushroom Marcille 🍄
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Just finished up my lil mushroom quilt throw 🥰 I'm so satisfied!
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Happy birthday to these guys I guess /pos
#scp#draven kondraki#dr kondraki#do you know i have a favorite#it's both of them#as a system with draven as a cohost i am biased tho#he's just my bro#my fella#my sweet cheese#my good time boy#i woke up this morning so hyped about these losers#draki is an asshole loser and he's such a mood for it#← has never drank and has too much anxiety to be mean to people#🍄; myce
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Playful
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the ageric video game nerd 🍄 i feed off decay so you dont have to
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Hiii I have been meaning to request with you but I keep forgetting (adhd suck sometimes) anyway I have had a strange hyperfixation on hockey (I live in a country where ice hockey isn't a thing so i have to watch from my websites) anyway could I get a franco x hockey player trans!reader where like franco is just supporting them though out a few games and stuff totally cool if not and am I able to grab the
🍄 anon?
FRANCO AND HOCKEY PLAYER READER YES YES YES YES YES i love franco and hockey and think abt the video of him on the ice during last seasons lv gp and it's literally my favorite!! so much inspiration for this!
franco colapinto x trans!hockey player!reader
synopsis: franco lives out his wag dreams with his hockey player boyfriend
author's note: mushroom anon, you have spoken my language. i love franco and hockey so mushing the two together really sparked creativity. this is more going to be like headcanons if thats alright! there are just so many ideas and like i couldn't just put it into one fic (maybe i should write a multi part fic of franco being a hockey wag lmk what yall think). like always, feel free to request! i might have gotten a bit carried away but its okay bc franco <3
when he can finally attend your games, he is over the moon excited
goes all out with like dressing in a jersey with your number, face paint, everything
he is 1000% the loudest out of everyone in the stadium
depending on your role (e.g. enforcer) he'll cheer even louder if you get into a fight
he definitely doesn't find it to be hot and sexy
absolutely loves watching you celebrate if you get a goal (but if you're a goalie, it makes him happy when your team celebrates you)
goes all out when you win a game
full on party mode
like balloons and everything
and if you don't win a game, he still will celebrate you (do with that as you please)
lots of hugs and kisses when you leave the locker room
your teammates find you guys adorable (if not a tad bit annoying)
your teammates are also totally chill about you being trans
they think you're the coolest
franco thinks you are the coolest
during the las vegas gp when he's invited to the rink, he is so excited
tries to show off but absolutely fails and falls on his ass
you tease him relentlessly for it afterward
he pouts and so you make it up to him (also do with that as you please)
every time he was the chance to go to one of your games, he takes advantage of it
just like when you can make it to his races
when he's at the rink, he isn't formula one driver franco, no he's full on wag mode
even if he is shown up on the jumbo screen or anywhere else, he is known as your boyfriend
he lives it up to the fullest because it takes the pressure off of him in a weird way
if anyone asks, he loves hockey more than f1
he's insane when watching you
literally your number one fan
and vice versa
you are his number one fan
when either one of you have an event, plus one immediately
so lovesick that you can spot the heart-eyes from space
when given the chance during your interviews, you bring him up
you guys just are so supportive of each other and love each other, people wouldn't be surprised if you guys got secretly married during the las vegas gp
TAGS! (if you would like to be added, lmk!)
@op-81-lvr-reblogs, @koalapastries, @justaf1girl, @ghostking4m, @spoonfulofmilo
#f1 x male reader#f1 x reader#formula 1 x male reader#formula one x reader#franco colapinto x male reader#franco colapinto x reader
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May I have a key lime pie please?!?!
[Afab gn]
Just thinking about Alessio wanting to spend his entire birthday fucking you into the ground in the forest!! His teeth will never leave your shoulder and his hand will make its home around your neck!!:D The cock that fills your throat is from his magic and your chocked out moans sound perfect!! Anything for his birthday!!:D
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˖⁺. ﹙ corrupt sorcerer god x afab gn reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁
. . . like it when i fuck you here !! 🍒 : corrupt god ˖ sorcer god﹙ verse 164 alessio. ﹚
for his birthday, Alessio wished that he could fuck you into the moss and grass covered grounds cw: clawing, alessio using his tail to help spread reader's legs <3, elongated tongue, rough fucking,
As a being and beast of the forest, he’s always loved fucking you into the dirt or patches of grass. Feel the thrum of your arousal through the very leylines of his lands. The soak of your cum and slick into the ground that sends him on an all-time high.
Claws root themselves in your hips. Your scalp. Round your neck. Wherever he possibly can. His tail hooks round your thigh and keeps you spread for his cock so eagerly pounding away at your hot flesh. Hot like his long, elongated tongue that makes itself famous on your skin. Neck, wrapped around your jaw, pouring down your throat.
“Fuuuckkk cariño. Taking it so well. Like you were born for it - mngh - yeah?” A clap to your ass. He’s shoving your hips down and propping himself up. Maw hung at the sight of you squeezing round the base of his cock. Creaming all over the forest floor.
“That’s it baby - yeah - lose yourself for me.”
What better birthday could he ask for? His magic runs through vines that creep over leaves and find their way to your heated body. Down your throat they pour. Eager to pound your mouth and have your eyes rolling to the back of your head just as much as his heavy thrusts are.
The being of magic itself. A deity of the forest. What more could he adore than your sprawled out state singing choked praises of his name. While you make a mess of the lands he calls his. While you cry and hiccup for him as he takes what’s his. Like an animal in heat.
#﹙ cupcake rush. ﹚: alessio 164 𖹭 ݁#monster boyfriend#smut#teratophillia#terato#monster fucker#god x reader#sorcerer x reader#monster x reader#oc x reader#monster oc#x reader#reader insert#original character x reader#alessio 164#asterism
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ty for the tag <3
npt: @firebrand-witch @thatdelusionalnerd @aro-manita-muscaria and anyone who wants!!
Challenging you all!
Put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most!
Then tag Tumblr friends to keep the game going!
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Available Adoptable design!
The Forest Elf 🍄
Message me if you're interested!
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🍄✨In 1985, Two unlikely brothers would go on their first great adventure to become, SUPER!✨🍄
#Sketchmii#Super Mario#スーパーマリオ#Super Mario Bros#スーパーマリオブラザーズ#Nintendo#1985#ART#Fanart#Illustration#マリオ#ルイージ#MARIO#LUIGI
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Heyy
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MYCHAEL MY BELOVED 🍄🍄
I wanted a wallpaper of him, hell yeah. ✨
🍄I REALLY LOVE HOW @deerspherestudios DOES THE BACKGROUNDS, AAAAA!!! ✨✨✨
#art#mushroom oasis vn#mushroom oasis mychael#mushroom oasis game#yandere#yandere male#mychael mushroom oasis#ART PRACTICE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!!!! <33333#🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄
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