#I commissioned this like a year and a half ago

[andreisvechnikov]

The SAT Line by flyerswitch

[non-plutonian-druid]

[ID: a doodle of old, Commission-era Five lounging in a bathtub with cucumbers over his eyes and a glass of wine in one hand and a bottle in the other. He has several scars, including one that starts at his collarbones and goes all the way down his torso. End ID.]

i missed old five this season so bad. where was he!!! Where was my old man!!! I took it upon myself to answer with "in the bath, chilling" because he deserves it. old five people, you're welcome

[thimblings]

hey would you ever open comms? i'm biting at the enclosure enjoying your work!

sooo. i've been tempted to tbh haha. there's a few reasons why i don't, generally - a primary one being that i am incredibly blessed to have a decently salaried art job and also 2) i've never been great at like...selling my work/pricing it haha. a lot of the reason i'm drawing so much currently is because it's incredibly self indulgent lmao, i think. so i'm worried i'm gonna run out of steam (hopefully not, i love drawing i love that i've been drawing again). it's been awhile since i've been into a fandom enough to draw for it (see: my output on dA with Teen Titans, my output on this blog when i was super into Supernatural/Destiel and then also when i played thru Mass Effect and Dragon Age again after grad school lmao). HOWEVER, i have to get my wisdom teeth removed soon and even with insurance it's gonna be a blow lmao. SO. i miiiiiiiiiiiight open commissions for a little bit, maybe soon. once i figure out like...lmao what price things should be. so, the answer is!

MAYBE

lol if i do decide to, i'll make a post.

[boypr1ncesss]

there's this one artist i follow who works exclusively via commission (they're a decoden artist so they make a lot a lot of pieces in periods of time when like. an illustrator. would be able to make one) and in the last couple weeks or so i've slowly seen her page be dominated by hazbin hotel commissions and it's just so bizarre to me bc like. i've commissioned her . after 10 months of watching from afar and deliberating on what to pick i ended up going with something that has been a major part of my life for 6 years and quite literally prevented my suicide . and you're telling me there are this many people willing to drop 60usd on a fucking phone case (which they'll bring everywhere w them and will be a big part of ppl's impressions of them bc like. come on) and themed around something that's only existed for a couple weeks?? 60 fucking us dollars????

[thepandalion]

and today in "why is fandom so antisemitic" just blocked two more followers in my sideblog, which makes it about 10 of what would have been almost 35 followers over a couple months. because the "all israelis are evil" bs is really big in mcyt circles.

also haven't watched the new season of hc because I don't want to touch the fandom anymore and enjoying things alone isn't as fun when you know there's a fandom. but also the fandom is full of people that wish I was dead so I dont want to be there either. which means right now the only things in my life are the jewish bloggers I follow (love yall) and doing daily challenges in microsoft solitaire. and university ig but it's the weekend and Im trying not to think about my homework rn

also gave up and made a "btw Im israeli plz stop following me if u want me dead" post on the sideblog. hope it works ig.

[tetsunohai]

and if i got another art commission of sana what then

[leidensygdom]

new scam just dropped

We know of the scammers that dwell on Discord, Twitter, or Bsky, and ask you to commission them, either giving you an AI generated picture or charging you 300$ and giving you something they commissioned on Fiverr for 5$ . I literally have a whole-ass guide on them. Then there's the ones who ask for commissions, trying to get you to draw their pet or whatever, then sending you a fake cheque or something, which has been very common on Tumblr. This post explains it well.

But now we're bringing the first type of scam (where someone tries to force you to commission them) onto tumblr! Our buddy miruuuwuu here is going to provide a really good example. Let's start with the circumstances this happened in. I got two DMs from this account, who had followed me few minutes prior to DMing. As always, I checked their profile first.

Few things to note in here that already told me this was a scammer: The account had a grand total of two posts in their profile, posted four hours ago. Nothing else. Completely empty account. The "femenine" name and the anime pfp already were kinda suspicious alongside this. A large portion of the "commission me" scammers will have a generic anime profile picture and a woman's name. The generic-ass description didn't help.

And well, since I haven't got this type of scammer on tumblr before, I decided to go along with it, because there's something inherently funny about some scammer trying this with someone who's specifically been doing guides about scammers for years. You will notice that my responses are rather mean, which... ngl I like being sassy about scammers what can I say

First initial impression: This person was trying very hard to try to be friends with me. Very weird from a complete random who just followed. The weirdest part here is, of course, how they instantly dismiss me saying "I'm not sure I think" about their random attempts to be like "you're my friend now" and simply proceed with their script. Now, this scammer is SLIGHTLY more specific than usual, since they mentioned DnD- which is closer to my interests than they tend to target. So uh, props to that I guess.

They inmediately tried to inquiry about my character. At this point, I know they'd be offering to draw them for money. I know these scammers tend to steal people's art as examples, so I just grabbed some shitty AI-generated tiefling from google. If they steal that and then try to use it as an example for someone else, I hope they can easily realize this is a scam. Notice how little they care about me being very rude and short-responsed: They're following a script. Afterwards, they sent me an example of "their OC". Alongside a massive AI-generated backstory that has no relation whatsoever to the character, which is supposedly a half elf.

I decide to poke a bit about it. Their response is pretty detached to someone who would actually know about RP or anything. "My setting's elves are green" would've been great. But nope, they immediately jump to trying to share me more examples of their art, and send me about 6-7 pictures in rapid fire. Some of them stolen, some of them traced, some of them commissioned from people in Fiverr for five bucks.

And then we jump immediately to the core of the scam: asking me to commission them. I already knew this was coming, but let's go for it. Their entire massive blurb on how they "work on paid and unpaid platforms" is extremely unhinged to read as an artist myself, but sure, whatever they wanna use to tell me why I gotta pay them. THE CRUCIAL PART HERE IS: YOU SHOULD NEVER COMMISSION PEOPLE WHO DMED YOU FIRST AT RANDOM! I have seen WAY too many people fall for this. If an "artist" DMs you to ask you to commission them, block them! Legitimate artists WON'T do that unprompted! I have way more information in the guide I linked in the first paragraph, but yeah.

At this point, these scams tend to go in different ways. If you insist you can't pay for them, they often will jump to guilt tripping you, or bringing some sob story on how they need money desperately. We had one in our Discord trying to convince two different people to commission them with entirely different stories (one of them was "I need to buy a gift for my wife" and the other one was "i need to buy hearing aids ASAP!!!"). DO NOT FALL FOR THESE SOB STORIES. They're just trying to get you to feel bad and agree even if you're suspicious.

This is the point where I just stopped going ahead with the conversation. They will try to haggle you. You tell them you have 100 bucks, they'll try to raise 150. A lot of artists online tend to have a pricing guide, a website, some sort of TOS kinda stuff. They won't try to see how much they can milk out of you by testing the waters. Again, please check out this guide if you're suspecting anything weird, or even feel free to DM me if you need someone to double check. Don't put your money on these scams: They will either run with your money, commission someone in the global south on fiverr for literal cents, or they'll just get you some AI generated mess.

Anyways, many thanks to miruuuwuu for helping me put together this post, very kind of them to let me know this scam is now coming on tumblr too!

[accidentcache]

okokokokok so i immediately brainrotted after seeing the tags on @rueclfer 's post and honestly, why not have some self indulgent dad!keigo???? bye this was AUGH.

since your daughter was a year and a half old, she's been babbling nonstop. just like her father. she constantly talks, and keigo encourages it-- unfortunately. most nights it takes over an hour for her to go to bed because she wants to debrief to her dad about the day she's had, and then ask about his-- even if she doesn't listen to it.

by four years old, she was able to hold a steady gossip session with keigo every night.

korra is currently weaving inbetween the two of you while you make a joint effort to make dinner-- keigo had already told her twice to go back in the living room with her toys and whatever movie was on the television; but she was keen on staying right inbetween the both of you. you can hear his teeth grit before the third "korra." leaves his mouth.

your daughter is standing in front of the fridge, her blonde curls pulled into pigtails that have since been mussed from a day of play and naps. she's holding her duck plushie that keigo gifted her weeks ago tight against her body, chewing on a random plastic toy of hers-- she's in the way and she knows it, with the way she stares up at her father when he reaches for the handle.

"korra, baby, you need to move," keigo tries to be gentle, but it's clear he's starting to loose his paitence.

there's a brief silence, and then your daughter points to a random sticky note on the fridge and says, "keigo."

her pronunciation is way off. 'key-go' is what came out, but it's clear she tried purely based off reading what was in front of her. she looks proud of herself-- a wide toothy grin on her expression that contrasts heavily with keigo's frozen stature.

you're not sure what he's thinking. his hand is loose on the fridge handle, and you swore some of the color drained from his face.

"korra, give daddy a minute, yeah? let mommy get you a snack and watch the movie?"

keigo's hand releases from the handle and jolts like your voice pressed a reset button to his whole system. he watches you lead your daughter from the kitchen, but it's impossible to miss to confusion and concern laced in your gaze and expression as you round the corner, your eyes trained on him until you leave.

keigo's not against his real name as much anymore. sure, to the public he's still hawks, and he's the president of the commission and a war hero and all that-- but to you; he's your husband, the love of your life, the missing puzzle piece, your favorite piece of work-- keigo.

that's a name reserved only for you. a name he's had to get used to hearing again, and had to learn to like. and he loves the way you say his name. so sweetly, sometimes scolding-- when the two of you banter with each other-- (when you moan it) but it took him a while to come back around to it.

when you return back to the kitchen after getting korra situated, keigo sighs at the gentle touch of your hand against the small of his back. "'m sorry," he mumbles almost immediately.

"for what?"

"reacting like that," keigo sets the utensil in his hand down and places both of his hands palm down on the counter. he bows his head a little and chews on the inside of his lip before continuing. "i'm not upset with her."

"i didn't think you were," you respond hesitantly, rubbing soothing circles against his spine over the fabric of his shirt. after a couple beats of silence, you speak up again. "what're you thinkin'?"

keigo sighs again, but he's not tense as he was before. loose, relaxed-- comfortable. he picks up the knife he was using earlier and continues to chop the vegetables as he was. "i'm okay with it. key-go. eventually she'll learn to say it right."

the corner of your mouth lifts a bit. "and if she doesn't?" your voice is light, teasing.

"guess i'll be key-go along with keigo," he shrugs after the words leave his mouth, feigning nonchalance, but you can tell its genuine. he's okay with it.

© accidentcache do not repost, translate or alter my work without permission. all rights reserved.

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Hello!! I love your work so much!! I was wondering if you'd do Hc's for dogday x reader who knows how to sew mayhaps??

Thank you! My imagination went wild on this ask :D

If you like my work please consider commissioning me :)

Stitching Dogday up

★ The Player always carries a small sewing kit with them, a habit formed from their time working at the toy factory. It was easier to just patch up small tears on stuffed animals then get them replaced. As time wore on it just felt natural to keep it on you. 

★ Before you enter the factory where you once worked, you grab the same kit you used all those years ago. Silly, you thought. What good would it do you now? As you get more and more lost in the Playtime.co factory, the sewing kit remains in your pocket.

★ As you leave the Playhouse, his prison, a thought lodges itself into your head. If Dogday were to survive then he needs to be taken care of. You pull him into a corner, just barely hidden from view, and begin to address the open gash of his lower half. Or what's left of it.

★ If you don't do something soon then the smell of his blood might attract some unwanted attention. This doesn't leave you with a lot of options. You look at him and take the sewing kit out of your pocket. “I don’t think we have a choice, just do your best” he says, voice barely audible in an attempt to stay hidden.

★ With the absence of proper medical supplies, the Player uses their small sewing kit to improvise medical care for Dogday. You try your best to do medical sutures where his wound hasn't fully healed and fashion a makeshift cast out of old blankets. It's not great, but still better than nothing. 

★ Surprisingly, Dogday didn't seem very phased with being stitched up without anesthetic. Not making many noises beyond a small hiss. If you had to guess, it's probably because of whatever he went through before meeting you. Ten years in this hell would do that to someone.

[akakay31]

So much for Legends Celebi or B3W3, lmao.

But for real, before anyone starts theorizing about ultimate weapons or ancient wars in Pokémon Legends ZA, there are a few important things to consider first:

1. The game will be set entirely in Lumiose City.

A bit disappointing, though Lumiose is already a big place, and it’ll only be bigger now that it’s the central focus. A smaller scope will also probably mean a higher-quality product in the end, too. Though it does makes me wonder how catching wild Pokémon will work within an urban city. Maybe the game will be more battle-focused, as opposed to the catching-focused Legends Arceus.

2. The game will (almost certainly) not be about the events of 3,000 years ago.

If it wasn’t already obvious by the limited setting, Legends ZA will most likely have little to do with the events of the ancient war and ultimate weapon. If it’s anything like Legends Arceus, Legends ZA will instead be set in a period based on the latter half of the 19th century, soon after the invention of Poké Balls. Anything set before this period would predate the invention of Poké Balls, and thus have to have drastic changes to its gameplay, which is something I just don’t see happening.

And we know that Legends Arceus is set during the mid-to-late 1800s because of the events it is based on, i.e. the Japanese annexation of Hokkaido in 1869, as well as the subsequent colonization efforts.

Similarly, we can guess that Legends ZA will be set during this same period because of the event it is seemingly based on, Georges-Eugène Haussmann’s renovation of Paris from 1850 to 1870.

For those unaware, Haussmann’s renovation was an urban renewal project, commissioned by Emperor Napoleon III, that included the demolition of old medieval neighborhoods, the annexation of surrounding suburbs, the construction of new sewers, etc. The renovation was extremely unpopular, what with the whole bulldozing thousands of houses and replacing them with standardized streets and buildings thing, resulting in Haussmann’s dismissal in 1870. However, work on his plans continued until 1927, and ultimately are what made Paris what it is today.

While Legends ZA likely won’t go too far into the nitty-gritty of the real-world events, knowing what the game will be drawing from is essential for any speculation on what we can expect to see.

In fact, using this same method, we can probably even guess what future Legends games will be like by looking for historical events during the mid-to-late 1800s period. Take Unova, for example, which could…

Oh.

Oh no.

[foxgirlmoth]

I feel really bad asking for help but I've been unable to work for a few weeks now. I've been doing a lot of physical work and my body feels like its just broken down for good at this point, and I'm terrified tbh. I've been putting my girlfriend who I live with under financial stress due to my inability to pay for bills besides my own even while I was working, but now I'm sinking more into the negatives and I desperately need help. I can't keep putting this strain on her income, and I need to be able to live while I'm getting tests done by doctors to figure out why I'm in constant pain and can barely move these days. I recently went to the ER for the pain and how it affected me mentally very recently, and I feel very lost and scares these days.

Long story short, disabled trans woman looking for any financial help.

Here's a link to my Ko-fi, I'm not currently doing commissions as I haven't been able to work on past ones for a long while (I will get those to you eventually, as best as I can, I promise I haven't forgotten) Ko-fi is the easiest but feel free to reach out if it isn't an option. Sorry and thank you for your time.

I'll put more info under a read more, if you want more of an explanation about my health and why I'm scared and struggling.

I've had chronic pain, mostly situated in my chest (which is terrifying, I'm sure you can guess why) since I was 12, well over half my life ago at this point. The pain mostly showed up while stressed or working out a lot, stuff like that. Over the years it got slightly worse, but starting about 2 years ago or so, the pain started getting exponentially worse and worse. November of 2023 I went to an urgent care due to pain while I had a slight cold, and I ended up seeing my primary doctor about the pain. It was misdiagnosed (by a different doctor) when I was younger as Chostochondritis, but that from what I remember has no cases of being chronic. I went through a few different meds to try and help with the pain, and my current dr said I most likely had fibromyalgia, gave me some meds that often help with the pain from it, and he was right.

Day 1 of taking the meds made me feel the best I had in years, but sadly, due to working a very physical job for about the past 6 months, my body feels more worn down than ever. I worked this same job only a few years ago working over 40 hours a week, but I could barely keep up working only around 14. On top of all this, I might also have rheumatoid arthritis or something else going on as well, which is compounding the pain. Ngl its been extremely depressing and stressful watching myself in real time being unable to work and do things I could do only a couple of years ago. I used to be able to work and go to college at the same time, but most days I can't shower without needing to take at least an hour of rest afterwards. I'm scared, I'm angry at my own inabilities, especially for things I've been able to do before, and I'm no longer living alone and I watch as all of the financial struggles now affect my beloved girlfriend as well.

I've tried getting on disability and got denied, and need to resubmit when I'm allowed to. I'm at a loss and I'm just constantly terrified, and I don't know what to do. Sorry.

[dearsnow]

TAKE A BITE

- your best friends challenge you to bring the hottest guy at the bar home, and you can’t manage to say no. (jake “hangman” seresin x fem!reader, random original female characters for plot purposes, ⚠️ alcohol, 18+!! adult content, p in v, jake being a sweetheart for once, I’M BEGGING PLEASE BE 18)

word count: 3,033

a/n - dipping my toe into the adult writing scene for once 😚 i have no idea if this is good or not bc my only experience is one commission i did a long time ago and a half-finished fic from a year ago, so i hope it’s satisfactory. jake is also an unexpected visitor but everyone has their moments <3

“So…” Kaiya drawls, drawing along the rim of her condensation-covered glass, “because no one here seems to want to put themselves out there,” there’s a pointed glance at you, “I propose a challenge.”

Sandy squints at her suspiciously. Kaiya always comes up with the most outrageous schemes, usually drawing in you and the rest of your friend group. “What are you thinking?” She asks.

Kaiya’s manicured nail taps on the table. “We each pick a guy, one that individual thinks is the hottest at the bar— first come first serve, of course. And then we take them home. Anyone that’s successful gets next week’s drinks paid for by the rest of us.”

You roll your eyes. She’s a looker, for sure, which is likely the only reason she proposed something like this. She could get with any guy in a hundred mile radius with her luscious black curls and babydoll cheeks. “Are you sure you aren’t just doing this because you don’t want to pay for yourself?”

Kaiya puts one hand to her mouth, eyes widened in comical horror. “I would never! I just want what’s best for my dear friends.” She exclaims, batting her eyes. Sandy laughs in her own charming way. Sandy is cute, sweet. She’d also have no problem taking her pick.

“I want that one.” Kaiya says, pointing at a tall man with shortly cropped curls. From the looks of it, he’s exactly her type; confident, quick-witted, and evidently skilled as he nails a dart throw.

Sandy pretends to squint around the bar before throwing a thumb over her freckled shoulder. “Buzz cut. I like that in a man.” You peer around her, taking in a nice-looking guy with tanned skin.

“And you?” Kaiya asks, reaching out to thumb at the strap of your top. Her small look of concern makes you remember why you’re her friend in the first place.

She’s always looking out for you, always finding opportunities for you to shine when she is so obviously the star. After you broke up with your boyfriend for some unsavory reasons, she resumed her role as your rock. Even now, she wants you to get over what’s in the past. You curse yourself for even considering that she was being selfish.

You look around the crowded bar, eyes scanning over heaps of mildly attractive Navy and civilian men. You’re about to just pick the closest one before your gaze stops on a person who almost immediately takes your breath away. He’s exactly, exactly what you pictured your dream guy to look like.

Kaiya follows your line of sight and smiles. “Let’s get them, tigers.”

“Alright,” You say, standing as your chair creaks from under you, “I’ll take a bite.”

You lean against the cool counter of the bar, smiling at the bartender. The man you picked out has a beer in his hand and a certain swagger in how he scopes out the room. “Could I have one of those, please?” You ask the woman behind the bar, looking pointedly at the guy. She looks at you with a knowing smile, handing you the drink.

“You have good taste.” Your pick says, his voice heavy with a drawl. His green eyes glance down at the drink in your hand, then up to your face. You swear you almost see him lick his lips.

“So do you.” You respond simply. “What’s your name?”

“Jake, but if one of those idiots asks, it’s Hangman.” He nods over to a group of men by the pool table. In a passing flash, you notice the two your friends picked out mingling. How could this one squad have so many attractive people? “I saw you with your friends a bit ago. I have to say, though, you’re more my type. Not that they aren’t nice girls.”

You take a sip of your drink, eyebrows quirked. His arms are basically bulging out of his Navy attire, and you struggle to keep your eyes off of them. Decidedly, you try teasing him, pushing the boundaries of flirting. “You’re my type too. More than the one with the mustache, but he’s not so bad.”

His smile crinkles his eyes, and you think you might swoon. This is good, you tell yourself. It feels good. It’s a bit awkward, with just the slightest bit of tension, but you’re warming up; you just got out of a relationship for god’s sake.

“Trust me, sugar, however good you think he is, I’m better.” He punctuates his sentence with a wink.

You’re drop dead gorgeous, he thinks. Jake meets gorgeous women every day, but not one has made his heart beat just as fast. When you smile up at him through your lashes, he’s done for. Locked, loaded, and done for.

“You’re that confident, hm?” You muse, setting your beer down on the counter. It took a great deal of complacency to not throw yourself at him and wrap yourself in his large hands. He swipes a bead of water off of your bottle, and you think all sorts of things. His fingers dripping, his face hot and sweaty, his hair messed up… you almost melt at the idea. “I think you’re going to have to prove it.”

He holds an arm out to you, and you graciously accept. “I’ll prove it in a million ways, pretty girl. Dance with me and see for yourself.”

Jake leads you to a small area by the jukebox. His palms skim over your waist, pulling you closer but still leaving you aching for more. A song starts playing, one you don’t recognize, but he seems to know exactly how to move to it.

If you’re being totally honest, he’s a really good dancer. And it’s so hot, unbearably so. He doesn’t step on your feet, and he leads your every step without being overpowering. Every song, you seem to get closer and closer until your chest is basically pressed right up against his, and he can still move gracefully.

“How’s this for proof?” He whispers, lips grazing over the shell of your ear. “Rooster’s got moves, but he isn’t half as good as me.”

You push back on his chest gently, raising your eyebrows. “Now I’m starting to think this is just a ploy to get him jealous. Does mustache man get on your nerves that much?” You grin as he takes your hands in his. He rolls his eyes.

“I got the cutest girl in the room all to myself. Who wouldn’t be jealous? The only ploy here is the one where I try and get you to come home with me.”

Your teeth find purchase in your bottom lip, trying to hide your ever-growing smile. You might be getting free drinks more than once. “Buy me a drink and we’ll see how that works out.”

To his credit, Jake seems completely okay with getting to know you before heading out. The conversation is engaging, studded with flirting and genuine curiosity. It’s like he’s hanging on to every word you say, truly attempting to form any sort of connection. Most guys wouldn’t make this effort for a one night stand, especially not someone who looks like they could have a new one every night.

To say he’s beyond saving is an understatement in Jake’s opinion. With every second that goes by, you’re sounding more and more like his dream girl. You like his beer, his favorite place to eat, and you share a few of his hobbies. It’s like a match made in heaven.

As the night progresses, guilt starts eating at the hem of your shirt. The drinks are running low, and the sky is growing dim, and the opportunity to fulfill your challenge is opening up more with every second that ticks by. Do you really want this amazing guy to be a bet?

He stands to leave, offering a hand to help you slip off your bar stool. “Shall we?”

Your hesitation makes him falter just a bit. Jake would be okay with waiting, if he was being honest. Yeah, he’s been semi hard the entire time you ran your finger up and down your drink absentmindedly, but he could take you out on a real date first. One where you stare at him with those pretty eyes and smile your captivating smile.

The feeling takes over as you take in his willingness. “I have something to admit.” You murmur, almost too quiet to pick up over the din of the bar. Luckily for you, he has great hearing.

“Lay it on me, sweet thing. I can take it.” He grins. Your hands find the edges of your shorts and play with the little string on the seam that you’ve been meaning to cut for a few days now.

“I made a stupid agreement with my friends that if I took home the guy I thought was the hottest at the bar, then they’d pay for my drinks next time.” You blurt out. His eyes widen slightly, sending a pang of anxiety through you, before his lips curl up into a smile.

He takes your arms and wraps them around his shoulders, spinning you towards the entrance of the bar. “Well, we wouldn’t want a nice girl like you to pay for her own drinks, huh?”

You arrive at your small house and fumble with the lock while Jake presses hot kisses to your neck. You’re biting back a whimper as the door finally swings open, walking short, hurried steps into the bedroom. His hands are all over you, burning like fire. They’re gripping at your shirt, your waist, the column of your throat, your upper thigh— anywhere he can get ahold of. You pull off your shirt as the back of your knees hit the soft mattress.

Before you can blink, Jake has taken off his shirt too, and his hands are kneading the bottom of your breasts, beneath your lacy bra. “You sure?” He asks. You nod vigorously, unhooking your straps with your fingers, but he just looks down disapprovingly. “With your words, baby.”

“Yes.” You breathe. With that confirmation, he wastes no time.

Your clothes are tossed to some unknown corner of your room. You couldn’t care less about where they ended up, not when Jake is running his fingers over your hardening nipples.

He ghosts over them with just enough pressure to get you cursing. He’s hardly done anything and you can still feel a wetness gathering between your legs. When he moves up, taking your left nipple in his mouth, his bare thigh pressing between yours, a gasp escapes your mouth.

“That good?” He asks. His low voice sends vibrations up your chest, and you utter a quiet confirmation. He pays some attention to your other breast as you practically grind against his thigh, desperate for any sort of friction where you need it most.

He gives you a playful sigh, looking down at your writhing body. You look gorgeous, and knowing that his slight touches are enough to make you squirm is the ego boost of the century. Your eyelashes give a slight flutter at his next words. “Patience. I’ll give you what you want eventually, don’t worry.” His hand slips down and squeezes your thigh encouragingly.

“Now, Jake, please.” You almost whine. It’s embarrassing how well he seems to figure out your body. Even now, he’s kissing his way down your neck, finding every place that heightens your growing arousal. You hook your legs around his waist and rest your arms on the sides of his neck. “I want what I want now.”

It’s amazing how quickly your words travel to his dick. Jake’s roaringly hard, and you can feel it pressing against your inner thigh. You rub your legs up and down, teasing, drawing the most beautiful groan out of his open mouth. You’re going to be the death of him, he thinks.

“You drive a hard bargain, darlin’, and I’m not one to refuse.”

His hands travel down your body, taking time to caress your sides and send shivers up your spine. When he finally reaches the puddle under you, he quirks his eyebrows. “That excited?”

You roll your eyes at him, even though all he can see is the slightest movement of your face. “Get on with it, cowboy.”

He chuckles and places a small kiss on your hipbone. “Yes ma’am.”

He slips one finger inside you, pulling a soft noise from your swollen lips. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He grunts. “Might take you a bit to get used to me.” He curls the finger gently, and you see stars as it brushes up against the spot inside of you that you can’t reach yourself. He’s bigger, stronger, longer, wider. A second finger joins the first, the digits stretching you deliciously.

A pressure begins to build in your stomach as his thumb finds your clit, rubbing gentle circles. Ah, fuck, he knows what he’s doing. Your hips buck up slightly on top of your mattress, pressing your core into the palm of his hand. “Please.” You squeak.

He frowns, but his pupils are blown up in pure ecstasy. “Well excuse me for trying to give you a good time.” His free hand moves to pinch the curve of your ass lightly. You sit up fully and trail your nails down his back, reveling in the shiver it draws from him. With one smooth motion, you take his cock in your hand and give him a small stroke that has him jolting in his place.

“We can both have a good time if you would put on a condom and fuck me already.” The words are out of your mouth before you can stop and consider how needy they sound. They seem to work, though, as he smirks at you and guides your hand up and down his length.

“I’m guessing your dresser drawer is ready for stuff like this?” He asks. You feel your face grow warmer at exactly how right he is as you slide the drawer open and grab one. “Ah, you’ve even got my size. What a responsible girl you are.” His voice comes out as a half laugh, and you try to stifle your own laughter with the palm of your hand.

“I like to be prepared.”

“Might as well throw the smaller ones away after tonight. You’ll only want mine when I’m done with you.” He’s so cocky it’s funny instead of off-putting. You hand him the condom and he rolls it over himself. He has a right to be cocky, you think, with a body like that. All taut muscle and chest hair. When he brings his hand up to the back of your neck to lower you down on your bed, your heart gives a mighty flutter.

“Prove it.” You say, for the second time that night. He gives you a look that says he’s going to prove it more than once, over and over until you’re begging him to keep proving it, then a bit more after that.

Your eyes flutter shut as you feel his tip pressing into your warm entrance. As he pushes forwards slowly, teasingly, you’re suddenly aware of just how big he is. Bigger than anyone you’ve ever felt, and despite how wet you’ve become, it’s a lot to handle. You wince as his length stretches you, waiting for the feeling to shift from uncomfortable to ungodly good.

“You bit off more than you can chew, didn’t you?” Jake teases. “We can stop if you want, just say the word.”

Your steady voice challenges him as you try to pull it together. “Keep going. I can take it.”

He doesn’t know how, but Jake gets impossibly harder. He indulges you, though, leaving small kisses on your cheeks to distract you from the pinching pain. Once he’s completely bottomed out, you breathe a sigh of relief. Then, of course, you notice that it feels good. Really good.

He’s pressed right up against a spot that has you seeing stars, and when he moves, slowly at first, the drag forces a moan from deep in your throat. You feel so full, so complete. His pace picks up, and you close your eyes.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good.” He praises, voice strained. The movement of his hips is delicious. Smooth, quick, deep. When his fingers find his way to your clit, you almost finish right then and there.

You’re panting, breath coming out in hot waves against the nape of Jake’s neck. He shivers at the feeling, pressing closer to you to soak in more of that warmth. “Jake, I’m- I’m gonna…” you trail off, closing your mouth as another whimper tries to sneak out.

“Go for it, sweetness. Let me hear that pretty voice.”

With one, two, three more strokes, you feel the knot within you beginning to unravel. Your nails rake down his sides, one of his hands is gripping your waist and the other is firmly attached to your bundle of nerves, and his mouth is suddenly on yours, muffling your noises. It’s overwhelming. With one sharp gasp, you clench down hard and come undone.

Jake follows soon after as he pulls out with a groan. The sound falls heavily on your blissed-out ears.

You sit up, taking his face in your hand. “You’ve proved it. Oh, and I’m officially tonight’s lucky winner.” You say with a beaming smile. He scoffs lightly.

“You were a winner the minute you stepped into that bar.” He winks at you as your hand moves down to rest on his collarbone. “Just let me join in on your winnings when you cash out.”

“In your dreams, cowboy. The most you’ll get is a beer or two before my friends take their cards away.”

He blows a little air out of the side of his mouth before collapsing onto your bed like he owns it, pulling you into his arms. “I’ll take what I can get if it means I can see you again.”

You sigh happily, snuggling into his chest. “Is that a promise?”

“Sure is. The Hard Deck, next Friday. Bring your friends and we’ll figure it out from there.”

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Y2kunt darth maul going to the club with the gals (gn). He was 22 in sw1, he should've been at the club

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Process below (and a quick recap of all the other people in the room (+ rambling because it's my favorite thing to do gkgkflflk)) vvv

Do I think Maul would have a friend group ? No. But it's time to open our hearts and and free ourselves from the shackles of common sense.

Anyway starting from the left, the togruta woman was a design I created nearly... 3 years ago ?? In my first fanart for the fic serie "how to..." (I think I named her Narla).

In the bg is my sw barbie ! In hommage to someone who said on my last maul drawing "I think Maul deserves barbie as a friend" (something along those lines-) and I think they are right so here she is !

And the last person is... The death stick guy from the second film gkgkfkoffk I could not resist not including him idkw. He seems to enjoy going to the club ? That's enough for me ! (Don't think of the timeline, for the love of god nobody think of the timeline-)

When I was doing sketches for this, I thought about one crutial detail I could not comprehensively include in the final image, so here it is : Maul and my togruta lady chose each other's outfits. He picked something he thought looked cool, she picked pink.

PS : the longer I was working on this piece the more Darth Maul was looking like a mean lesbian lhlgkgofok anyway if you want to interpret this image as trans mean lesbian Maul I won't stop you <3 (join me and my evil advisor in this delightful vision)

PSS : my only exposure to maul was though sw1, and half of the book 'maul lockdown' (that I remember nothing about-). I barely know this man, he is just the weird guy from sw I like to draw. (I obviously know other things about him, but only through fandom(tumblr))

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Wedding Planner x Divorce Lawyer AU, more plot underneath :)

inSPIRE Law

A suspicious law firm that seems to specialize in divorce proceedings. There are rumors that it used to be one of the best law firms in Crispia, run by a genius valedictorian of its finest law schools, but… do you really trust this place?

Candy Apple Cookie

A sweet 11-and-a-half-year-old (the half is important) who hangs around the firm in the afternoon.

She’s Shadow Milk’s daughter, but he can’t afford childcare, so he takes her to work. She works on her homework and tests her pranks on Mr. Sapphire.

Although she can be impulsive, she deeply cares about Mr. Sapphire and her Papa.

Black Sapphire Cookie

A strange intern from an unknown law school who really really needed shadowing experience.

He constantly breaks confidentiality law by reading files he’s not supposed to read, but… he’s the only one in charge of the files anyway.

He gets annoyed at Candy Apple’s antics, but sticks around since he likes the job.

It appears he’s trying to get a podcast project started, but exclusively talks about Twitter drama with no receipts.

Shadow Milk Cookie

Previously an esteemed lawyer, but something happened around 12 years ago, so now he’s a divorce lawyer.

His favorite thing is the messy couples who come in to litigate their belongings among each other.

It appears he has a less-than-ideal personal history with romance.

Purely Sweet Weddings

A beautiful wedding planner group that focuses on creating everyone’s happily ever after. It’s mainly spearheaded by Pure Vanilla Cookie, but he seeks the help of his beloved friends for his projects as well. They’ve had a flawless list of reviews - well, except for this newest situation…

Pure Vanilla Cookie

A kind, gentle, and compassionate wedding planner. He specializes in events that make use of indoor venues, such as cathedrals.

His favorite thing about the job is meeting passionate couples who are ready to make their dream weddings come true.

He tends to overwork himself, but has a hard rule of only working on one client as a time.

Despite his career as a successful wedding planner, it seems his luck with romance isn’t so great.

White Lily Cookie

A florist who specializes in funeral arrangements. She kind of has an ominous air about her.

Despite her funeral speciality, PV enjoys her arrangements for wedding events.

She and Pure Vanilla were highschool lovebirds who somehow didn’t quite work out…

Hollyberry Cookie

The caterer and baker for Purely Sweet Weddings. She’s got an army of chefs ready to roll!

She’s very passionate about her job, and her lax attitude makes her popular. But don’t underestimate her - she’s serious about deadlines!

She’s not actually the one who decorates cakes. Wildberry Cookie is in charge of that.

Golden Cheese Cookie

She’s in charge of budgeting and finance, but it seems she tries to get clients to spend more rather than less.

Golden Cheese has a great eye for fashion, and is confident with everything she does. However, she can bite off more than she can chew.

Despite goading customers to spend more, she doesn’t actually get paid in commission. She just likes doing it.

Dark Cacao Cookie

I love him but idk what he’s gonna do yet. For now he’ll be the bus driver or something.

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Finally Yours

Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Reader

Genre: Non - Idol! Au, Friends to Lovers

Warning: Smut [oral m. receiving, unprotected sex] 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

Summary: You've been in love with Seungmin for so long, you'd always thought there was times he felt the same but you never had the nerve to confess. Until now.

Word Count: 4,043

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“My god, there's nothing to watch.” You groan, tossing your remote onto the couch beside you. You had been flipping through the channels on your TV for what felt like hours in a desperate attempt to distract yourself but with nothing on to watch and your mind racing, it was seemingly impossible. Just as you were about to give up and go to bed, you hear your front door opening, slamming shut.

“Seungmin?” You call out. You're met with a grunt, an annoyed one at that. Seconds later he emerges from around the corner, a beer can, from your fridge in hand, sighing heavily as he sits down on the couch beside you, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Bad date?” You ask.

“Bad everything.” He sighs. “You know, I really thought that this one was going to work out… but I just can't get behind someone who wears socks with sandals. I mean, who does that?” He asks.

“Weird ass people, that's who.” You say, watching the time you didn't want to look at him. Well, you wanted to, but you worried if you did look over at him, he'd see you staring at him like you were in love with him or something, and that's what you didn't want. Because you were.

“You'd never do that, right?” He asks, looking over at you. “Wear socks with sandals? I don't think I could handle losing you like that.” He whispers.

“Gross.” You half chuckle. That was all you had. There were no other words you could use. Losing you like that? He never said losing a friend like you was that a sign? Were you overthinking things? Probably.

You quickly glance over at the handsome man sitting beside you, and your heart flutters, while the internal battle on what the fuck you were supposed to do continued.

You and Seungmin had been friends for years, while also apparently crushing on each other but the two of you just never seemed to get the timing right, nor let each other know about said crushes. You were pretty sure you were the one who fell for him first. It was a rainy afternoon a few years ago and the two of you were hanging out with mutual friends. You had looked over at him, watching him as he laughed along with friends and it was like something in your heart and mind flipped. You stopped seeing him as your best friend and started seeing him as a man, one that you wanted to have do some dirty things to you. But then you met San, and San became your boyfriend after a few dates. Even though you weren't single, your little crush on Seungmin never went away. You had heard through the grapevine that Seungmin admitted to having feelings for you while you were with San, but when the time came that the two of you had broken up, Seungmin had started dating Rachel. And it was a never ending loop of crushes happening, never at the same time and no words of admission from either of you.

Until now.

You had been internally going back and forth, like an angel and a devil fighting to decide what you were going to do. Now that things didn't work out with this girl, and you were single, you wanted to admit your feelings to him. But the fear you had of him having a change of heart, or your friendship being ruined stopped you. You had a lot of people in your life that you would be okay losing but Kim Seungmin, well he wasn't one of them.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Seungmin asks, standing up from the couch, shuffling towards the fridge.

“I don't have any plans. Why?” You respond, knots in your stomach starting to form. You knew he wasn't about to ask you on a date, but in your mind, it was apparently a possibility.

“Chan is having people over and asked if we wanted to go.” He mentions.

Part of you feels disappointed but you knew better than to get your hopes up. It was on you.

“Yeah, Sure. Sounds fun.” You sigh.

“What's wrong?” He asks, walking back into the living room, a new beer can in his hand.

“Mhm? Oh nothing, I'm just tired.” You say, faking a yawn.

“Lay your head on my lap. I'll rub your forehead.” He smiles. “I know you like that.”

Fuck.

You did like that. But you also wished he would rub something else.

You laid down, your head resting on his lap, your face was facing the tv so he couldn't see the obvious pain that was all over. The pain of him being so sweet and kind to you, in a friendly way when you wanted him so much in an unfriendly way.

Not even just sex, you wanted to be the one he gave that smile to, the ‘I'm so in love with you’ kind of smile. You wanted to hold him, kiss him, just do those cutesy coupley things with him.

“Does that feel nice?” He asks, gently gliding his fingers through your hair. You want to moan because of how good it feels. And you don't trust your voice at this moment.

“Uh huh.” Was all you managed to squeak out of your mouth. He doesn't respond but you can feel the smile on his face radiating down to you, and you could feel it warming up your body and soul. You weren't sure when it happened, but at some point, you must have fallen asleep, as did he. When you woke up, Seungmin had fallen asleep and the two of you had somehow maneuvered into a spooning position. You were on the edge of the couch with him behind you, his cock pressing into your ass. To say it made you horny was a complete understatement. Your eyes were wide as you tried to think of how to discreetly get his arm from around you and gracefully slide off the couch.

Seungmin groans, stretching his body, pushing his cock even more into your ass. You panic, yelping before rolling forward, dropping directly to the floor.

“Ow.” You groan, picking yourself up off the floor.

“What are you doing down there?” Seungmin asks, so nonchalantly while rubbing his eyes.

“I fell.” You begin, clearing your throat. “In my dream.” You finish, standing up and dusting yourself off. You walk away listening to Seungmin laughing.

You stand in the shower, letting the water just pour down on top of you as you think about the night and morning, and if it meant anything.

“It was two friends. Two friends who fell asleep… that's all.” You groan to yourself, wiping the water away from your face. “He doesn't feel the same. You missed your window, again, y/n.” You murmur to yourself. Once the water started feeling cold, you turned it off, wrapping a towel around yourself. You were sure he had left, but that didn't matter because you were going to see him later tonight at Chan's, and you couldn't decide if you were excited or dreading it.

You opened the door, listening into the rest of the apartment. You were met with silence. Not sounds of laughter, the tv, cooking, or even snoring. You walk out of the apartment, the feeling of slight disappointment taking over you. You had genuinely hoped that he would still be here but there was also no reason for him to stay.

Again. You two were not a couple because you couldn't admit to him that you had feelings for him. And you weren't sure if you ever would.

You puttered around for the rest of the day, snacking, playing on your phone, taking a nap and tidying up a little bit until you felt like it was time to start getting ready. Chan didn't live terribly far from you so you didn't want to start too early but you also didn't want to be the first person there. That felt more like an intrusion than being a guest. You start playing your favorite music as you get yourself ready, your makeup and hair ending up just the way you like. You put on one of your favorite outfits, before heading to your fridge to take a few shots. You felt like you needed one or two to decompress your nerves. It wasn't like this was going to be your first time meeting any of them, but Seungmin had you all the way fucked up these days and it was eating away at you from the inside out. The burning in your throat was enough distraction but only for a second, until you were on your way out the door and then your mind started spinning but your nerves weren't as bad as before. You headed downstairs and into your cab, headed to Chan's house.

When you got there, you knocked on the door before just letting yourself in. You were close enough that you could walk in at any point in the day, whether he was home or not and help yourself to whatever and hangout, if you wanted to.

“Heelloooo?” You call out. You can hear chatter from the living room. You set your bag down, walking into the kitchen to grab an already mixed drink before joining the others. You smiled as you walked in, seeing your friends, but as quickly as your smile appeared, it dropped. Seungmin sat on the couch with a woman, who was sitting a little too close for comfort…for you. You had decided on the ride over that if you drank enough, you were going to fully admit your feelings to him tonight, but if he's here with that girl you probably shouldn't do that.

“Y/N!” Chan smiles, pulling you in for a hug. “I'm glad you made it.”

“Yeah.” You smile. “Me too.”

“There's my girl.” Seungmin smiles, walking over to you. He grabs your hand, pulling you to the couch. Your heart was about to beat right out of your chest. He sits down, sitting you next to him, in-between him and the girl. You took some deep breaths, taking another swig of your drink. You needed to relax. You were jumping to conclusions left and right and normally you weren't like that. You just didn't want anything to get in the way of finally confessing. It had been too many years of harboring these feelings and you needed to let them out, like tonight.

“Why did you just leave this morning?” You ask him.

He laughs. “Cause I stunk.” He says. “I needed to get home and clean myself up.” He finishes. He slouches on the couch, spreading his legs. What you wouldn't give to put his cock in your mouth right now. He pulls you back to lean against him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, holding you close. Your breathing was heavy, your heart thumping. You really hoped he couldn't hear how hard it was pounding.

“We're just waiting on the others and then we'll play a game.” Chan says.

“What game?” The girl next to you asks. “Hopefully truth or dare.”

“We're not fucking 12, Anne.” Seungmin scoffs.

“Cards Against Humanity.” Chan announces.

“Oh shit, I love that game.” You giggle. “No one better judge me for my choices.”

“Oh I'm gonna judge the fuck out of you.” Seungmin whispers in your ear.

You almost moaned. Out loud. In front of all the people already there. You were going to start sweating. The feeling of his warm breath in your ear sent shivers down your spine. Fuck, what was he doing to you?

You had heard what he said. But your mind just continued to repeat the words, “I'm gonna fuck you.”

You would have spread your legs right then and there in front of Chan's guests, had he asked you too.

A few minutes later, Changbin, Minho, Felix, Hyunjin, Jeongin and Han walk in, and a few of their girlfriends. You and Seungmin stand up, hugging them all, saying hello before sitting back down. Chan hands out more drinks, before setting out the cards, shuffling them and dealing out everyone's cards.

“So, y/n.” Han begins. “Are you guys finally dating?” He asks, wiggling his eyebrows. Your eyes go wide. You almost choke on your drink.

You open your mouth to answer but Seungmin lets out a big laugh.

“Me? And y/n?” He laughs. “Yeah right.” He says. Your heart sinks. You feel the tears welling in your eyes. The lump in your throat gets bigger by the second. Fuck, that hurts so bad.

“y/n.” Felix whispers. He can see the hurt on your face.

“I-I'm just gonna go to the bathroom.” You murmur, getting up from your spot.

“You fucking moron.” Changbin quietly hisses to Seungmin. You can hear Seungmin call out to you but you ignore it, quickly going into the bathroom and locking the door. You sit down on the toilet, letting the tears fall from your eyes. Silently whimpering. You wanted to not let this affect you, but sometimes you just needed to cry, especially when your heart gets shattered. It was obvious he didn't feel the same way as you and now you were worried he would never get back there.

“Y/N.” You hear from the other side of the door. It's Seungmin. He bangs on the door, yelling out your name.

“Go away!” You cry.

“Open the door!” He yells, banging continuing.

“No! I need a minute.” You say. “Just leave me alone.”

“Y/N, i need to explain! Please open the door.” He yells.

Anger becomes you. You stomp towards the door, unlocking it, and ripping it open.

“Explain!?” You yell. “I got the message loud and clear. There's nothing for you to explain.” You snap.

“Yes there is!” He gasps. “You took it the wrong way!”

“You saying ‘yeah right’ about dating me, how could I possibly have taken it the wrong way?” You ask.

“I meant it like yeah right you'd ever date me.” He sighs. “Look at you! And look at me.” He says.

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, right.” You scoff. “You're like a god.” You murmur.

He smiles.

“Y/N, you're the funniest, smartest, sincerest, most beautiful woman I've ever met in my entire life. Ive spent years being so fucking in love with you but I never once thought that you would return those feelings.” He explains.

“You've been in love with me? For years?” You ask.

He nods his head.

“I've been in love with you for years… I was planning to confess… tonight.” you sniffle.

“Shut the fuck up.” He laughs. “I was going to confess tonight.”

“No you were not.” You laugh.

“I was. So here it goes.” He sighs. “L/N Y/N. I've been in love with you since I first met you. Your smile, your eyes, your heart continue to make me fall for you more and more everyday. Would you be my girlfriend?” He asks with a big smile.

You're about to go off on him but his hand slides to your cheek, he pushes you back into the bathroom, pinning you against the wall before he kisses you. It’s hard and passionate, his lips moving against yours. You move your hands to wrap around him, holding him closer.

The kiss was better than anything you could have ever imagined, the chemistry that you felt between the two of you was the strongest that you'd ever felt.

Seungmin pulls himself away from you, breaking the kiss. He grins at you, running his finger along the bottom of your lip.

“You're so beautiful.” He whispers. The butterflies swirled in your stomach. You were a giggling mess.

“Should we go back to the group?” You ask. He nods his head, intertwining his fingers with yours as he pulls you from the bathroom.

“Come on, girlfriend.” He whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Let's go, boyfriend.” You murmur. You were on top of the world and nothing was going to bring you down.

“You okay, y/n?” Chan asks before noticing the two of you were holding hands. “Wait… are you two…?” He pauses.

“Yes, yes we are.” You grin.

Your friends all cheer, congratulating you all on the exciting news.

Changbin clears his throat, looking around the room. “Can we get this fucking game started now!?”

***

A few days later, you and Seungmin had been almost inseparable. You spent the last few days making out, cuddling and doing a lot of heavy petting. The one thing the two of you hadn't done yet was fuck. You had wanted too, on more than one occasion, it had been something you thought about for a long time but when it actually came down to it, it made you nervous. It was the realness of the whole thing. He was your friend for so long and now he was your boyfriend and that honestly shocked you.

He had planned a night for the two of you at his place. He didn't tell you much but just to look nice and what time to show up. You planned a little something of your own too, putting on a sexy little piece of lingerie under your outfit and right now, you couldn't wait for him to take it off of you.

You opened the front door to Seungmin's place, a delicious smell wafting into your nose. The lights were dimmed down low, the glow of candle light guided your way inside.

“Seungmin?” You call out.

“In here, baby.” He yells from the living room. Your stomach twists and turns with excitement instead of nerves. You had decided to pass on the clothes, instead wearing your sexy little piece of lingerie that accentuates your breasts and your body under a long jacket.

“Hi.” You smile, standing a few feet from him.

“Hi gorgeous.” He grins. “Aren't you going to come give me a kiss?” He asks.

You shake your head. He looks at you, raising one eyebrow. “Oh?” He murmurs, starting to walk towards you.

You hold your hand out. “Stop.” You say. Your voice shakes. “I have a surprise for you.”

“For me?” He asks.

You watch him as you begin untying your jacket, looking away as you drop it to the floor, revealing the surprise.

“Oh… my… fuck.” He groans.

“You like it?” You ask, biting your lip.

“No, I do not like it.” He says. “I fucking love it.” He groans.

He doesn't say anything but instead walks towards you, grabbing your hand, pulling you to the bedroom, making you giggle.

“What about dinner?” You laugh.

“Fuck dinner. I want you more.” He says, pulling you into his room. “I can't wait any longer.”

Something comes over you, maybe the fact that you'd wanted this for so long. You grab his shoulders, pushing him down onto the bed. He props himself up on his elbows, smiling widely as he watches you walk towards him. You crawl onto the bed, getting straight to the point. You began unbuttoning his pants, pulling them and his boxers off his body with his help, letting his cock spring free.

“What are you gonna do, baby?” He asks you.

“First, I'm gonna wrap my lips around your cock.” You whisper, trailing the tip of your tongue around the tip of his cock. Seungmin gasps as you wrap your hand around his shaft, gently and slowly stroking him as you close your mouth around his tip.

“Fuck.” He hisses. “Watching you suck my cock, is one of the hottest things I've ever seen.” He groans, throwing his head back. You move your hand, slowly taking more of him in your mouth, letting his cock slide down your throat. You begin to pick up your pace, moving your tongue around while you let him throat fuck you.

“Stop, stop.” He gasps. You sit up, wiping the spit and cum from your mouth.

“What's wrong?” You ask?

“I'm gonna cum, and that can't happen. Not yet at least.” He says. He sits up, pulling you towards him. Seungmin pulls down your top, letting your tits fall out. He groans as he grabs them, holding them in his hands. He sucks your nipple, gently nipping it with his teeth before moving to the next one. You can feel your pussy getting wetter the more his hands are groping you. They're trailing up and down your body, feeling and loving on every single part of you. He pulls your head in for a kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth, his hands having moved back to your tits.

“I wanna fuck you so bad.” He groans.

“Do it then.” You moan. “Fuck me.”

He pushes you off of him, your face down on the mattress. He pulls your ass up, you spread your legs. You're panting as he positions himself behind you. You want to feel him in you so badly. You can feel the tip of his cock pressing against your hole as he slowly pushes himself into you. You gasp as your pussy stretches out, Seungmin moaning behind you while you squeeze yourself around him.

“Fuck, You feel so good around my cock, sweetheart.” He murmurs, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He pulls himself out of you, slowly sliding back in, teasing you, making you want so much more.

“Please.” You whine. “Harder. Faster.” You gasp. Seungmin tightens his grip, slamming his cock into you.

“Like that? You want it like that baby girl?” He grunts, ramming into you over and over again.

“Yes… fuck… just like that.” You moan. You squeeze your eyes closed, reaching underneath you to rub your clit. The tips of your fingers just grazing your bud, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. You can feel your orgasm building faster and faster with each thrust of his, it felt so fucking good.

“I love that no one else has seen you like this baby.” He groans. “They don't get to have you like this, but I do.”

“Yes… just you, fuck.” You cry out, rubbing your clit faster.

“Cum baby, cum for me.” He moans, digging his fingers into you harder, fucking you harder.

You cry out as your orgasm washes over you, your body jolting as the pleasure spreads across your body. Your chest is heaving as Seungmin continues to fuck you, chasing his own orgasm. It doesn't take him long to cum, spilling his seed into you, coating your walls. He takes a few seconds, trying to catch his breath before he pulls his cock out of you, collapsing on the bed beside you. He smiles at you before grabbing your hand, helping you up, pulling you towards the bathroom. Seungmin starts the shower, helping you out of your outfit and the two of you hop into the shower. You stand there enjoying the feeling of his hands rubbing your body, washing you.

“Shit, your food.” You gasp, turning around to face him. “It's probably not very edible now.” You murmur, your stomach growling.

“I told you baby, fuck the food.” He laughs. “When we get out I'll order us something.” He says, rinsing off your body.

He got out of the shower first. “Stay in the warm water, I'll be right back.” He says, leaving the bathroom. You stand there for a moment, until you hear the door open again.

“Okay, you can come out now.” He says. You can hear the excitement in his voice. You turned off the water, opening the curtain, seeing Seungmin standing there holding up a fuzzy robe in your favorite color. “I got this a while ago… in case I ever confessed to you.” He smiles. Your heart melted as you stepped out of the shower and he wrapped it around you. He leads you to the living room, sitting on the couch with him, while he orders food for the two of you. You're snuggled up, looking over at him, and he looks at you and smiles. You're filled with nothing but just pure love for the man that you wished you had, and was now finally yours.

[moonstruckmoony]

A Ravenclaw Lunch 🦅

Drew some of my favorite Ravenclaws on this platform. Although one isn't necessarily a Ravenclaw. (@traceyc-uk I genuinely thought he was a Ravenclaw when I first saw him lol but I saw your comment reply somewhere that your first playthrough was Ravenclaw so I think this counts… a bit? 😂)

This post is basically a peace offering (and a love letter) bcs I want to make more Ravenclaw friends 👀👉🏻👈🏻 definitely not because I'm obsessed with you guys' MCs

I swear it was supposed to be a silly doodle at first but idk how or when down the line but somehow it turned into this mega drawing. Took me weeks to finish it. I’m not happy with a few technical things especially lights and shadows… and some other things as well but I leave it be bcs I’m aware that I’m still learning 🥲 The rest I’m pretty satisfied with, I’m just happy that I got to finally finish this.

Front row (left to right):

Violet and Pearl Castellar by @vienguinn Omg HAPPY BELATED BELATED BIRTHDAY TO THESE BABIES! These 2 are some of my favorites and everytime you post I always open my phone real quick, your short comics are my comfort 🩵

Clora Clemons by @choccy-milky I cannot not draw Clora?!!?! I consider you a legend in this fandom tbh 👑 also I want to thank you bcs your fic and illustrations literally helped me go through my stressful period when I was at my lowest bcs of my new demanding job that I started half a year ago. I look forward to your post everytime and your Clora and Seb always heals my soul 😭🩵💚

Sally Salamander by @siboom777 Sally is just so wacky and unapologetically herself and I love her for it 🩵 Does she take commissions for toys tho?

Marvin Jerry by @runicxraven MY LOVELY SILLY ADORABLE LITTLE NERD 💗💗💗💗 I need more Marvin in my life honestly.

@najiang ‘s MC - I’m so so sorry I didn’t draw her full face😭, I tried my best to show her face as much as I can while still looking like she’s taking those sausages haha. But anyway please know that I love your art so so much and I kept going back to the curry one and the one where MC came across Amit with beard as adults (that one is hilarious). Idk if your MC has a name or you left it nameless? I assume it was the latter but if she has one I’d love to know!

Faustine Daemon by @faustinio27 Hey, a fellow INFJ! Winter is the same 🩵 I really love her story and especially her personality character sheet, you drew her expressions really well and I’m a fan!

Back row (left to right):

Oliver Lennox by @pixie-dustss Handsome boi 🥰 We’re friends already (I hope I’m not the only one who thinks that way 🫢) from TikTok and you made me a video for Secret Santa last year and I just found out recently that you’re on Tumblr too so I want to say thanks by drawing Oliver! 🩵🩵🩵

Aurélie Collins by @morelikeravenbore I loove this look for Aura, she just looks so chic with the hat and scarf 😭🩵 Sassy Ravenclaw bebe 🥰 My Winter has some French heritage (the lore is still rotting in my notebook bcs I haven’t had the chance to draw her family members 🥲) so I do hope they can be friends and Aura would teach her French bcs she can’t speak much of it 👉🏻👈🏻

Alistair Dusk by @speedysart Surprise! You commented on my last speedpaint on Tiktok yesterday and I want to spill this art so bad but I was almost done so I kept my mouth shut haha. I love the pretty boi’s hair and piercings, and the fact that you chose this blazer for him, I just love it he looks so dapper in that 😣🩵

Eleonora Russel by @zordanna I love sweet Eleonora and her fascination with the moon and stars 🩵🌌 Oh and I kept coming back to your “I feel like an orange” Tiktok bcs it’s so fluffy and it heals my stress… also I adore your art it’s super soft and painty and delicate 🥹💗

@traceyc-uk ‘s MC - YOUR MC. I SWEAR TO MERLIN HE’S ON MY MIND 24/7 LATELY. Not sure why, it’s probably bcs I kept re-reading your comics. Also bcs he’s an adorable little golden retriever (but also a fierce cat!��) You’re super talented in drawing comics and facial expressions, I have a lot to learn especially in terms of layouting… last time I made a comic I hated the layout and the fact that it looks stiff to me, so your comics has been such an inspiration!