#I'm so normal about Tango fr

[gothiccmothie]

"It's Election Day!"

(Vote for Ms. Mingus Crown! it's not like you have other option!)

[firequeenofficial]

I mentioned in a post about Real Life my criteria for an "iconic" teamup in the life series. My one and only rule for this category is the teamup needs to be directly referenced and acknowledged or repeated either in a later season, or in an outside series/setting.

(I want to make it clear this is my own personal criteria - you can categorise them however you want, this is just how I think about it in my head)

My current (probably incomplete) list is, in no particular order:

Desert Duo - this one is obvious, they can't stay away from each other, were paired again in Double Life, and came dangerously close to teaming again in Secret Life.

Treebark - they're so obsessed with each other. Martyn helped Ren the entirety of Last Life, then sought him out again in Double Life.

Team TIES - thank you, MCC, for letting me add this to my list.

Team BEST - I have these as two individual iconic teamups, BE (because Ethubs, both by themselves and as Clockers subcategory) and ST (because Skizz and Tango have their every season thing going on).

Clockers - they honestly had quite a lot of the vibes from this before Limited Life, LimL just strengthened it. Then, in Secret Life, they picked up where they left off, and also referenced it at least once that I can think of in Hermitcraft. (Also, that one clip in I think Cleo's video where they played TCG and Bdubs stopped gloating after Cleo threatened to use her mom voice)

Flower Husbands - unfortunately, this pair does fit into my category, even if I don't like it, because they went for it again in Empires.

Ranchers - I don't even need to explain this one, but I will, because I never have and never will pass up an opportunity to talk about Ranchers. They cannot stay away from each other. Every time they're in each other's vicinity, they gravitate to each other, they flirt, they subconsciously mimic each other's body language, they call each other "My fellow Rancher".

Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss - this is the teamup I mentioned in the post, saying they became iconic when they teamed up in Real Life.

Bad Boys - these three were iconic long before they teamed up in Limited Life, by virtue of being them. They are brothers in every universe, and they make it everyone else's and each other's problem.

Boat Boys - they're so obsessed fr.

Mean Gills - these idiots have fallen in love ten million times by now.

I'm debating whether I should add the Gossip Girls (Impulse and Bdubs) to this, purely for the fact that Impulse used a clock to symbolise a wedding ring in Grian's Guess the Build video.

The point is they're all so totally Not Normal about each other that sometimes you need to find a threshold for Not Normal, below which it falls back into Normal category just so we have done semblance of normalcy going on here.

[idkfitememate]

Sex, drugs, ect.. - Beach Weather (that one is like my 1st favorite for years now)

Late night telephone

Calling all the wallflowers I know

Out the dark and into the light

Half love, half regret

Dressing up for polaroids and cigarettes

Socialize, romanticize the life

Floating on my lowkey vibe

Floating on my lowkey vibe

I don't need that late night high

I'm floating on my lowkey vibe

Moth to the Flame - LuLuYam (underrated song fr)

I like your nature

It mixes so well with mine

Two bodies to tango

Our limbs become intertwined

I-I-I eat girls like you for breakfast

Look inside ya, if ya let me

Pull you apart ! Disconnect ya !

I'm a monster, after all !

I like the way you dance around

Delicate feet without a sound

Your bodies flesh, it does astound

(I want you all for me...)

I breathe her in like oxygen

My brain don't know where to begin

She's trapped inside my world again

(I want her all for me...)

Call me crazy ! I don't mind

(That's alright)

Got you on my plate tonight

(My sweet delight)

Dinner time beside the candlelight

You're the type to feed my appetite

Nasty, sick, obsessive parasite !

I am always craving more !

And if you want me to ? I'll let you go !

But I think that I should let you know

That I take it kind of personal

You command ? I will follow

Oh, I love our little twisted game...

Yeah, I shudder when you say my name

Darling, you live deep inside my brain

Drawn to you like a moth to the flame

It almost worked - TV Girl

Everyone looks the same in this town

You can hardly tell the difference

She stayed at home and figure out how

To will herself out of existence

She gave it a try

She closed her eyes

She didn't know how it'd feel

She just hoped that it wouldn't hurt

It almost worked

I love talking about songs tbh... or making discover some of them-

Also, is it normal that i don't have the yellow color anymore ??

-🦝anon

We had the color yellow??

I don’t remember yellow I just got me orange

Same TW/CW as before!!~~

Drown Me - Junie & TheHutFriends

Drown me (Eeh, eeh)

(Yeah, yeah) Drown me

Drinking the sunlight, you'll go crazy

(Come right back now, be my baby)

You've got a way with words so stupid

(Run right through me, be my cupid)

(Ooh-ooh-ooh) Would you like to see my world?

(Ooh-ooh-ooh) Would you like to see my world?

Injection Girl - イキグサレ / IKIGUSARE

この注射器には本当に毒が入ってる

今からこれを自分に打ちます

のた打ち回って　もがき苦しんで

動かなくなるまで　どうか見ててね

貴方が裏切った女の最後見届けて

ほら見てよ　血反吐吐いたよ　手足痙攣するよ

喉を掻き毟って　もうそこら中血まみれ

ほら見てよ　凄い顔でしょ　まるで地獄みたいでしょ

でもなんか今の私　ちょっとだけセクシー

“The syringe really does contain poison

Now I'm going to inject it into myself

I'll writhe in pain and agony

Watch me until I stop moving

Witness the girl you betrayed fall to her end

Watch as I start to puke blood and my limbs can't work anymore

Everywhere is already covered in the blood that I coughed up

Look at how messed up my face is. Looks like hell, doesn't it?

Though, something about the way I look now feels a little sexy”

Kitchen Fork - Jack Conte

Pick out her heart with a kitchen fork

Pin down her arms

Wake from the scar, still feelin' sick

Where did it get started?

Where, oh, where did this come from?

Oh my God, my head's a gun

I let myself go

I let myself go

I let myself go

I let myself go

And same!! I’m loving sharing songs with you!! Trying to make sure it’s a dif artist every time but I think my reserves are staring to run low 😓

[treatian]

The Chronicles of the Dark One: Domestic Battles

Chapter 73: The Spell of Shattered Sight

He expected rage when he arrived at the shop, expected to find her fuming and angry, spewing hate and lies and all manner of un-Belle-like things.

He hadn't expected to find himself standing in the middle of a mess.

When he arrived at his shop the first thing he noticed was that something under his feet crunched.

Instinctively, he looked down and saw…glass?! Shards of it everywhere in pools of liquid that were smoking and stinking and…magic.

"What happened here?" he muttered, trying to figure out what had broken and how dangerous it was. He was standing in a pool of his own magic and glass that littered the floor, and suddenly he realized he couldn't just put her to sleep. She might fall and hurt herself.

"You!"

The growl came from across the room and twisted his already burning stomach into knots. One word and he already knew that it didn't even sound like Belle. She sounded possessed. And she looked the part too. All the love and goodness and mercy he usually saw shining in her eyes had vanished. Not even sorrow or guilt or shame remained. There was only anger. Anger and rage, and judgment. All the things he feared most of all in the woman he loved most of all. It was terrifying.

"Belle, just…just look at me and take a breath."

"I am looking at you!" she sneered. "Do you want to know what I see?"

"You don't want to say what you see; you'll only regret it by morning."

When she was in New York and normal again…

"I won't!" she roared in protest. "You put me here! You did this to me to keep me ignorant so I wouldn't see what you're doing! But I see Rumpelstiltskin. I see so much better than before."

She was moving, they were dancing. Not a waltz or a tango or anything he'd ever done with her, but rather, it was a step he'd learned long ago with Milah, circling the table, one of them yelling while the other tried to calm. He'd never been able to overtake Milah in that dance. It only ever ended when she excused herself to go to the tavern. That wasn't an option today. He couldn't let it come to that with Belle. He wouldn't.

"Belle, I'm sorry," he coaxed as he evaluated her steps and realized that to keep her safe, he'd have to lay his hands on her. He had to stop running. Either he'd have to give chase, or let her come to him. "But you only think what you're seeing is real. You need to come to me and let me help you. It'll be better for you if you just go to-"

He lunged for her, and she shrieked, moving somehow even further away than before. No. He couldn't let her leave as Milah had!

"No!" she screamed when she was safely away, holding her arms out to force him to keep his distance. "You're not sorry! You're never sorry! You don't feel anything! You don't feel guilt! You're a heartless beast and I was foolish to ever forget that about you! To ever think there was more to you than-"

"Belle!" he yelled back on purpose. He'd never yelled with Milah. And he'd never been the Dark One with Milah. And he'd never loved with Milah. And he'd never been who he was today with Milah.

Only Belle. Only with her. And her words stung but brought him out of his stupor enough to remember the task at hand. Long enough to make him remember who he was.

This Curse would make her ready to pitch a fight, and he did want her within arm's reach, maybe if he stalled long enough, she'd stop running and come right to him. Maybe if he provoked and pushed a little.

What did Belle, his Belle, already hate him saying and doing? She didn't like to be told her future. She didn't like it when he spoke in riddles and was over-protective. And she hated, above all, being told what to do. This Belle would no doubt handle those things just the way he wanted her to.

"You're not yourself, and you will regret everything that you are saying. I've seen you do it. Now, I promised you'd be safe, and I'm going to keep you safe, even if it's from yourself."

"No! The only one I'm in danger from here is you!"

He'd meant to draw her to him, to make her attack, but instead, she turned and ran out the door.

Rumpelstiltskin could never stop Milah when she walked out the door. But the Dark One could stop Belle.

Determined as she seemed to get away from him, he assumed she was going for the door and used his magic to cut her off before she could make it. In the shop's main room, she came skidding to a stop before she collided with him. While she was still off balance, he made another grab for her.

"Don't touch me!" she cried before retreating out of his grasp once more. "Don't you dare ever touch me again! I swear if you do, I'll-"

"If I don't, you'll only say more, and I won't let you live with that. You're not yourself!"

"Yes! Yes, I am myself! I'm seeing everything clearly for the first time."

"You only think you are."

"I know what you are now!"

She raised a hand to point at him accusingly.

"You can't hide it anymore."

He saw an opening. A disadvantage.

"I see what's truly in your heart, Rumpelstiltskin, and it's-No!"

Before she could utter another word, he grabbed that hand and tugged her forward. She tripped and cried out in pain, letting him know he'd unintentionally hurt something, but he'd feel guilty and angry with himself later. Right now, he had her restrained in his grasp, though the Curse within her demanded she keep fighting, even if it was a losing battle. Then again…maybe that was just his Belle.

"I love you," he muttered into her ear as she strained against him. "And I'm sorry for this, but soon enough, you will see that I'm doing this because I love you!"

And with that, he let his magic reach out and touch her mind. It fought through a strange fogginess he'd never found there before, but eventually, he felt her body stop struggling as it went slack against him.

Finally, she was asleep.

[chokchokk]

so uh nora i dunno if this is the right timing to say i don't know FUCKSHIT about hybrids and uh. knotting and all that. LMAO HELP ME i'll still probably find it hot sooooooo.....

omg watch me develop something for hybrids?????

(spoiler: i did)

so much cum, like a crazy amount, very unrealistic amount of cum

LMAO I SNORTED

buckling up, filling my cum-chalice, making myself comfortable, the weekend may begin~

the clouds resembled cotton candy

ohhh we are going to EAT tonite baby...... we gon eat...................

nuzzling his cheek into your lap.

(just the deepest, breathiest snickling)

You smiled. He was your good boy.

hh,hhmhmh,,hmh. hnh,. mhm. yes you are. i mean yes he is.

my good boy indeed..... ..fj.gjmgfjf.

“But, ngh- I don’t wanna get your clothes dirty.”

PUNCHING HOLES INTO MY WALL. SHREDDING MY CHAIR.

MAKING THE BED.

GET IN HERE. RIGHT FUCKING NOW.

the subtle perk-up of his ears at the nickname,

brb sobbing. i think i actually whimpered when i read that. im so real.

San drowned himself in the overwhelming pleasure

drinking up every drop of his pleasure until his body is DRY. not even in a metaphorical sense.

the poignant scent of lavender permeating the air around you

there he is. i was preparing for him honestly but i think he's going to be the end of me i'm sure of it LMAO

Sandwiched between the two bodies,

LETSGO

“not enough”

the whole scene. burned into my head. my thigh is so. lonely. my singular leg is craving so much warmth.

("warmth".....)

ohhh to have a manwhore grind on my leg and cum...

you gathered the symptoms in your head, a final diagnosis flashing in red before your eyes. Of course.

reader is so smart

i wouldn't have formed one coherent thought at that point. diagnosis? horny.

Your good boy, following your unspoken instruction.

STOPPPITNORAAAA YOU CANT FEED INTO THIS SO MUCH I'LL ACTUALLY DIE. MYYYYYGOOOODBOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

"Youngie, ‘s enough,” San pleaded, voice drowned out as he dug his face further into the crook of your neck, and Wooyoung decided he liked that reaction.

i am deciding to hold my peace and be normal about this uh-huh even if san is being the most adorable cumslut i have yet to fully grasp the image with the hybrid stuff FUCK he is so cute img ongangafoam out of my mouthhhhhhhhh

To your surprise, San’s attention focused back onto you, his eyes lidded but still aware, not yet clouded with the thick haze of his heat.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

(that's all i have to say to this)

“No!” Pink painted his cheeks at the sudden raise in his tone, his next words uttered under his breath with embarrassment laced into the syllables.

BABYBOYBABYBABYNYBNBABYOBYBOABYOBYOABYA

i can not be rescued. i have to own him. i have to have him. i have to-

San’s ears perked up

i had to search for my first ever poorly drawn reaction because i can not find the words anymore.

Veiny hands found San’s waist, gripping the narrow diameter

FUCKAWFFFFFFFFFFFF YOU C ANT DOTHIS TO ME NOT THE SL UTTTY LITTLE WAAAAAIST

puckered his lips to drop a wad of spit over it, adding to the mess San had already made.

i think i drooled. haha. hahahahahahahahahahahahaahaha-

“is kitty being lazy?”

WOOYOUNG YOU BITCH. I LOVE YOU.

“Mommy should feel good too,”

MY BABY. MY BABY. MY GOOD BOY-BABYYY.

chest flushed and heaving as a melody of moans fell off his tongue. Unsatisfied with the pace San was going at, Wooyoung returned to his frenzied rhythm

music to my mind fr. singing a song. dancing. tangoing the fuck out of these images you are planting into my mind. GOD, NORA

Whispered I’m sorry's blew over your skin, the setting sun bidding you farewell through the open blinds and painting the walls in a pinkish hue, the rays’ warmth nearly equivalent to that within you as San’s cock spurted weak ribbons of white between your walls

RIBBONS. RIIIBBOONNS. EVERYTHING IS JUST TO. CUTE. I CANT. I CANT I CANT I CANT I can I CANT I CANT

eyes roaming over the liquid dripping off your breasts and down your abdomen, a cheeky smile stretching his lips until his canines peeked through: “I think kitty's all out of milk.”

cum chalice: full my mind: fed thots: yes thot?: me, yes

Despite his drowsiness, San peeked an eye open to look at you, an easy smile curling the corners of his lips once he found your gaze.

NNNOOOOO-RA.

NO.

You mooned over the tranquillity weaved into his expression—the subtle tug at the corner of his lips, a smile he couldn’t hold back even when unconscious—as though he carried no concern for the next wave of his heat, content so long as he remained encompassed within the familiar scent of vanilla and lavender.

so beautiful!!!! poetic!!!!!! im gonna ignore the amount of cum that i had to imagine !!!!! my thoughts sound muffled because of all the cum !!!!!!! vanilla and lavender !!!!!!!!! why am i craving pudding !!!!!!!! fuck !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i can't even say that this was filthy but it surely was and this was surely a way to start into my saturday LMAO !!!!!!!!!!!!! nora, 'twas amazing. feets were kicked and hair was twirled, my roomie had a great time watching me from across the room, 10/10 experience (he may never know what my mind was fed.)

ꕥ— 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮

navi | taglist

pairing: kitty!choi san x owner!reader x puppy!jung wooyoung

w.c.: 4.4k

tags: smut, fluff, hybrid au, fem reader, mxm heavy (check tags)

squeezed between your body and wooyoung's, kisses littered over his heated skin and whimpers dragged out from between his lips, you guided san through his first heat.

A/N: this is thank you gift to one of the sweetest people I've had the honour of meeting!! @roodles17 /@littleocean-rose thank you so much for everything, and I really hope I did your idea justice!! happy reading~~

nsfw and warnings under the cut—minors dni 🔞

warnings: threesome (m/f/m), thigh humping, unprotected sex (👎), vaginal sex, mxm, anal fingering, some rimming, anal sex, slick for lube lmao, bottom!san, top!wooyoung, sub!san, service dom!reader, who knows what wooyoung is, man just wants to fuck, reader is referred to as 'mommy', knotting, multiple orgasms (m&f), so much cum, like a crazy amount, very unrealistic amount of cum, handjob, male squirting, breeding kink, lots of praise, lots of overstimulation, lots of creampies, which leads to some buldging, some cockwarming, some spit, san is very whiny, nicknames (mommy; woo, youngie; sannie, kitty, love, darling), I think that's all?

Fingers pressing into the tattered keycaps, you basked under the sliver of sunlight filtering through the open blinds above your desk, the shining orb only now departing from its locus, a couple more hours to go before the sky changed hues and the clouds resembled cotton candy. You sighed as you turned your attention back to your screen, urging your hands to move while your unfinished report stared back at you.

You don’t hear the muted shuffling behind you, bare feet padding along the floorboards until they reached your side, a subtle gush of air blowing over your skin as the cat hybrid crouched beside you, nuzzling his cheek into your lap. You smiled at the gesture, moving one hand off your keyboard to run it through his blonde locks, taking in his docile form as he sat on the floor by your desk chair. Your mind wandered back to his first few weeks with you: he would only eat when he was alone, startle at any sound, hiss and bite whenever you tried getting near him. But now, that same hybrid sought out affection and even began initiating it, growing whinier every second your attention was not on him, his lips pouting egregiously until you welcomed him into your lap.

He tilted his chin upwards, setting it on your thigh to look up at you expectantly, shifting onto his knees as his eyes grew wider. You huffed out a laugh at his expression, and you knew the warmth in your chest had nothing to do with the golden rays of spring shining through your window. But your work deadline ticked in your head, your eyes flitting back towards your laptop as its fan whirred in the background, sighing in defeat.

“I really need to get this done, Sannie,” the disappointment on his face pulled at your heartstrings. “I’m sorry, love. Give me an hour or two and I’ll be all yours, okay?”

The pout on his lips persisted, but a hesitant nod shook his head. You smiled. He was your good boy.

San remained by your side for next hour, cheek smushed against your pajama bottoms and his tail brushing over your feet every time it swayed. It distracted you at first, the subtle purr vibrating over your thigh, but soon your fingers began moving steadily over the keys, typing paragraph after paragraph, San’s restless fidgeting going unnoticed as you immersed yourself into your report.

He stared up at your profile, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and your lips pursed while you worked, a shot of pain surging through his tight abdomen. You’d heard San make a lot of noises—needy meows, hearty giggles, feisty hisses—but the pained mewl slipping through his lips wasn’t one of them, instantly turning your head towards him. Teary eyes met yours, his chin propped up on your thigh and his face contorting into that of fiery need, fingers grasping at your calves in an attempt to ground himself. You noted the trail of slick left on the floorboards under him, shimmering under the sunlight as he rutted over the solid wood.

Drawing your attention back to his eyes, you held his face in your palms, “Sannie, can you tell me what hurts, love?”

“I-I can’t wait anymore, ‘hurts,” tears welled up in his eyes, and before you could repeat your question, San’s hand finds its way between his legs, palming over the tent in his pink sleep shorts with built-up desperation. “Please, ‘want you now.”

You glanced at your screen, the nearing deadline ticking in your head as you weighed your options. Small hands tugged at your flowy bottoms, the sound of reckless shuffling focusing your attention on San as he dragged his hips along the floor, soft whimper slipping through his parted lips. Your fingers twitched over his skin, slipping down to rest on his biceps.

“How about you grind against mommy while she gets the rest of her work done, hm?”

San’s eyes lit up, and he hurriedly scrambled off the floor to straddle one of your thighs, panting heavily as you moved his waistband down—sucking in a deep breath at the lack of underwear—and snapping it under his balls. The thin material was soaked through, precum and slick darkening the cotton as San’s arousal flooded out of his delicate body. You’d never seen the cat hybrid act this way, eying over his reddening skin while he grinded his leaking cock over your upper thigh, streaks of precum staining the fabric.

“Good?” You pushed back the blonde strands sticking to his damp forehead.

“’F-feels weird, mommy, I- ah!”

“Weird how, love?” You brushed a thumb over his shut eyelid, a silent request for him to look at you, and he did, peaking at you through the thick veil of arousal clouding his senses. “Tell mommy how you’re feeling.”

“I-I don’t know...”

The pout on his lips drew a smile on yours, “Do you not feel good?”

“No! ‘Feels so good…. I-I’m so close,” his hips slowed, San's eyebrows furrowing at the languid pace despite it being his own doing.

“Does kitty want to cum?” You smiled, tucking a loose strand behind his ear.

He bit back a moan, canines digging into his bottom lip as he tortured himself with slow drags over your clothed skin. “But, ngh- I don’t wanna get your clothes dirty.”

Fondness flooded your chest, your heart about to burst at the innocence held within his words, contrasting the flushed state of his skin and the precum seeping into your patterned pants. “Oh Sannie, you’re such a good boy, aren’t you?” Your lips stretched further at the subtle perk-up of his ears at the nickname, “don’t worry about that, darling, we can wash them later.”

Your hands found their place on his behind, guiding his movements over your thigh until airy moans poured out of him. Tucking his face into the crook of your neck, he breathed in your scent, blowing hot air out of his lungs while he frantically rolled his hips back into your palms, and forwards over the soft cotton. Mumbled pleas and heavy pants muffled by your skin, the stutter of his hips as you moved them over you, San drowned himself in the overwhelming pleasure, his cock pulsing while ropes of white painted over the pattern on your pants.

A rough tongue ran over your pulse point, suckling on the delicate skin as he continued to grind over you, still hard and not showing any signs of fatigue. Unusual, you thought, as the hybrid was usually satisfied after one round, feeding off the attention you’d given him until another wave of need overtook him. Frenetic hips continued to move over your thigh, aided by the translucent liquid coating your pants, his thrusts only calming down once a third body entered the room, resonant footsteps turning hushed as bare feet pressed into the fluffy rug in your study. A curious—and slightly erratic—nose dug into the side of San’s freckled neck, Wooyoung’s hanging ears along with a few strands of purple brushing against the side of your face, the poignant scent of lavender permeating the air around you. Sandwiched between the two bodies, you watched queryingly as his sniffing nose trailed upwards to nuzzle into the other hybrid’s hair—yet another unusual occurrence.

After a couple months of cautious steps and endless bickering, the two hybrids were basically inseparable. Their scent mingled into one, and one of their beds was almost always empty as they began to favour a shared sleeping arrangement. But Wooyoung was acting strange, as though he was experiencing a new side to San, inhaling a scent different to the one he’d grown used to.

“Smells so good,” he muttered into the blonde locks, arm circling the two bodies in the creaking chair to pull San closer with a hand on his lower back, pushing him further into your chest with the gesture.

“Youngie…” Wooyoung’s ears perked up at the gravelly tone, but his face remained buried into the side of San’s head. “Youngie, ‘want you, please,” his hips gave a few aggressive thrusts before another load of hot cum spurted out of his angry cockhead, a broken cry sending a wave of arousal down to your core, and—judging by the grunt leaving the puppy hybrid’s lips—Wooyoung’s as well.

You gave San a few seconds to wind down, sucking in a surprised gasp when the hybrid returned to his insistent grinding, a whispered “not enough” on his lips. With your hands on his shoulders, you pulled him off you until his flushed face returned to your field of vision, glossy lips parted and eyes lidded with lust while he moved his cock over a puddle of his own cum. Levelling Wooyoung with a warning look, the hybrid pulled back his meddling nose with a dejected whine, allowing you to examine the cat hybrid without his unneeded assistance. You placed a hand on his cheek, the other on his forehead, eyebrows raising at the abnormal warmth seeping into your palms as the blonde nuzzled into your touch, a soft purr vibrating in his chest. The high temperature, the urgent need for stimulation, the obscene amount of cum coating your thigh—you gathered the symptoms in your head, a final diagnosis flashing in red before your eyes. Of course.

Your fingers slid into his hair, thumb brushing over his cheekbone while you scratched at the hair behind his ears, the worry pulling your eyebrows together lessening at the way San melted under your touch. “Oh, love, you’re in heat?” It was as though your words had reminded him of his current situation, his movements growing frantic again, the hand you’d slid down to his hips proving useless in calming him down. “My poor baby,” you cooed, allowing him to move as he wished, “you won’t feel better until you get a knot in you.”

San’s head snapped upwards, looking for the puppy hybrid’s eyes and finding them staring right back at him, the veins in his hands protruding out of the delicate skin as he gripped the edge of the chair behind you to prevent himself from reaching out to San. Your good boy, following your unspoken instruction.

Small hands circled around your head to grab fistfuls of Wooyoung’s shirt, making you on eye-level with San’s chest as his eyes grew teary with overflowing need, “please, Youngie, please knot me.”

Peering down at you with a questioning gaze, hints of desperation glimmering in his hooded eyes, Wooyoung silently asked you an obvious question, his fingers twitching beside your head. You smiled, huffing out a small laugh as your chest brimmed with teeming adoration.

“What do you say, Youngie, should we help our poor kitty out?”

--

Small hands kneaded at the backs of your thighs, folding you in half and leaning over your body while he dug his blunt nails into the flesh, the relaxed pace at which he squeezed at your skin contrasting that of his hips, hammering into your soaked pussy without relent, as though he hadn’t dragged two orgasms out of you already. You slid a hand over the side of his neck, bringing his head down until the tell-tale roughness of his tongue grazed your collarbone.

San’s thrusts faltered, his hips now shallowly rolling into your cunt while mumbled gibberish mixed with whimpers poured onto your chest in hot exhales. He was more so rutting his hips back than forward, meeting Wooyoung’s long fingers as they stretched him open, a stream of slick dripping down San’s balls and mingling with your arousal and his cum, a thick load already stuffed deep within you. At the change in demeanour, Wooyoung prodded the pads of his fingers at the swollen gland again, eyes following the frantic sway of the fluffy white tail in front of him, and noting the subtle twitch of San’s toned thighs.

“Youngie, ‘s enough,” San pleaded, voice drowned out as he dug his face further into the crook of your neck, and Wooyoung decided he liked that reaction. So he repeated the motion, once, twice, until you felt his throbbing length pulsating within you. “Nghh! P-please I-”

He drew his hips away from the relentless digits, sheathing himself within your warm walls as Wooyoung milked him from the back, his muscles jerking with every brush against his prostate. He pulled his fingers out at the first protest from the cat hybrid, a feisty paw swinging backwards in complaint, instead leaning down lick a stripe over San’s winking hole, clenching uselessly as slicked oozed out of it. That same paw reached back to press against the back of Wooyoung’s head, pushing him further between his legs as the starved tongue lapped at his puckered rim.

To your surprise, San’s attention focused back onto you, his eyes lidded but still aware, not yet clouded with the thick haze of his heat. Rolling his hips experimentally, San’s eyebrows furrowed in discomfort momentarily before relaxing, languidly grinding his once-again hardening cock into your cunt, exhaling breathy moans that reached your face in negligible puffs, “am I making you feel good, mommy?”

You carded your fingers through his soft locks, the sound of Wooyoung suckling excitedly on San’s rim drowning into the background as gentle eyes awaited your affirmation. “You feel so good, Sannie, always so good got me, love,” the corners of your lips curved into an easy smile, your overwhelming infatuation towards the hybrid pouring into your expression. But then his face contorted again, as though every motion within you wounded him. “Sannie, does it hurt, darling? We can stop now if you’re tired-”

“No!” Pink painted his cheeks at the sudden raise in his tone, his next words uttered under his breath with embarrassment laced into the syllables, “p-please don’t stop, mommy feels so good.... ‘wanna cum again, please, can I?”

Holding his face between your palms, you drew him closer to smack a few open-mouthed kisses onto his heated forehead, thumbing over his cheekbones while you eyed his features for a few seconds, his soft whine reminding you that he’d asked a question, “of course you can, darling, you can cum as many times as you want.” San’s ears perked up, his tail standing straight for a moment before beginning to wave at a building pace, becoming uncontrollable after he’d picked up your next words, “do you wanna try coming on Youngie’s knot?”

San's hips stilled, partly at your words, but also due to the firm chest now stuck to his sweat-covered back, Wooyoung’s cock snug between his cheeks. Small fingers clutched your thighs again, digging into the skin as Wooyoung teased his cockhead over the perky hole, smearing precum around until it formed a homogenous mixture with San’s slick before finally breaching his entrance. The tinges of neglect you’d been feeling faded away with every inch Wooyoung pushed into the hybrid above you, your position under him granting you a front-row view to his changing expressions—his delicate features reforming as pleasure seeped through his nerves, his eyes fluttering as he tried to keep them open, drawing a perfect circle with his mouth and widening it into an oval once Wooyoung bottomed out. You resisted shutting your eyes, wanting to take in the hushed whimpers escaping the back of San’s throat without any external interferences, but couldn’t bring yourself to look away from the hybrid’s face.

Wooyoung’s patience had never been the greatest, always first to jump off the couch whenever he heard your footsteps approaching the front door; not backing down even after getting scolded for crowding you while you made dinner. So you weren’t particularly surprised when he allowed San only a few seconds to adjust, snapping his hips into the hybrid with urgency, pushing his body into yours with every forceful thrust. Veiny hands found San’s waist, gripping the narrow diameter while he drove his cock into his dripping hole, lowering his head to watch himself sink into the stretched rim, and puckered his lips to drop a wad of spit over it, adding to the mess San had already made.

The sweat coating San’s forehead smeared over your chest, his body curling in on itself as he simply took Wooyoung’s cock, giving up on his lousy attempts at thrusting into you. Wrapping your arms around San’s shoulders, you cradled the back of his head and pressed your lips to his hair, the sound of skin-on-skin blending in with the soft mewls vibrating against your chest while Wooyoung pounded into him.

“Kitty feels so good, so warm inside, ah-” his hands slid off San’s waist, one curving over the slope of his ass, spreading him open until the stretched hole peeked at him, squeezing deliciously around his cock, the other pressing onto his lower back.

San's back arched, his nipples rubbing over your torso with every forward jerk, “Youngie, please m-more- ‘want more- hnngh!”

The tone of his voice, the airy moans paired with the drool pooling over your skin, the minute brushes of his cockhead over your g-spot—you were beginning to feel impatient, walls clenching around his throbbing length. That was enough to drive him over the edge, your eyebrows shooting up when warmth spread through your lower belly, the hybrid’s body shuddering as another orgasm rushed through him, Wooyoung’s hips resolute as he guided him through his high.

Through the thick haze of lust, Wooyoung’s eyes locked on you, seemingly noticing your restless state as you warmed San’s cock. He leaned over the blonde’s body, planting a kiss over his shoulder blade, “is kitty being lazy?” the words seemed to fly over his head, his eyes barely open as he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm, so Wooyoung gave him a harsh thrust to drag his attention back to him, a startled cry leaving his lips, “Does Sannie like Youngie’s cock that much? Too dumb to do anything but take it?”

San’s head shot off your chest, craning his neck to look back at the puppy hybrid, “l-love Youngie’s cock, please, ‘want it so bad-”

Despite San’s pleads, Wooyoung remained still, one hand squeezing at the flesh of his ass and the other reaching forward to lock with yours, “uh uh, you gotta move properly, San-ah,” he rolled his hips once, moving San with him, his cock hard and throbbing inside you.

“It’s okay, Woo,” you tried, but Wooyoung shook his head.

“Mommy should feel good too,” he pulled his hand away, holding San’s hips and guiding his movements—forward to properly fuck into you, then back to sink his cock into his tight heat.

With your walls wrapped around him and his around Wooyoung’s, the leaking cockhead pressing into his prostate every time it split him open, San’s breathing quickened, chest flushed and heaving as a melody of moans fell off his tongue. Unsatisfied with the pace San was going at, Wooyoung returned to his frenzied rhythm, taking San’s hips with him as he hammered his cock into his tight ass. Soft fingers grasped at the sheets by your head, glimmering eyes—glazed over and glassy—staring back at you, his lips moving in unuttered words as he found his voice through the sounds of pleasure occupying it.

“A-am I doing good, mommy? Is Sannie making you f-feel good?”

The desperation in his voice caused the butterflies in your stomach to thrash around, your fingers gentle as they caressed the hair at his crown, your other hand rubbing soothing circles between his shoulders, gliding smoothly over the sweat beading over his skin. “My good boy, doing so well for me,” you cooed.

And he was. Shots of pleasure seared up your spine as his cock dragged over your pulsing walls, curving into your sweet spot to push you closer to the edge. You could hear the distinct purr reverberating in San’s chest, the gap between your bodies small enough to allow his perked-up nipples to faintly brush against yours with every onward sway.

You could hear Wooyoung’s growing frantic, leaning forward and growling into San’s neck as he fucked into his dripping ass, “mommy, please, hah- c-can I fill kitty up? ‘wanna fuck his breeding hole full of Youngie’s cum, can I please?”

Heat surged through your insides at his words, his lidded eyes peeking at you over San’s shoulder, and you could see his tail wagging violently in the background. You pushed a purple strand off his forehead, brushing your thumb over his eyebrow as you spoke, attempting to maintain a steady tone while San’s hips bucked into you, “you have t-to ask Sannie, baby, not me.”

Burying his nose into San’s neck, inhaling the sweet scent emitting off him between the words he muffled into his skin, “Sannie, can I? C-can I give you my knot? ‘Want you to have Youngie’s pups.”

A whimper escaped through San’s parted lips, not knowing whether to pump his cock into you or to fuck himself on Wooyoung’s, his rhythm all over the place as he pathetically whined and begged for release, “y-yeah- yes, please- ‘Wanna have your pups, g-give it all to me- nghh!”

Amidst the chaos occurring above you, your nerves lit up as your orgasm snuck up on you, your lips parting in a silent cry while San continued his arrhythmic thrusts despite the tremors shaking your body. Whispered I’m sorry's blew over your skin, the setting sun bidding you farewell through the open blinds and painting the walls in a pinkish hue, the rays’ warmth nearly equivalent to that within you as San’s cock spurted weak ribbons of white between your walls. You whimpered at the overstimulation, and San pulled out of you, resting his softening length on your mound while the other hybrid used him like a fucktoy.

The rasp in Wooyoung’s voice echoed in your ears, “gonna look so pretty when you’re swollen.” San’s mewled in response. “All mine, my pretty kitty, going to take all of Youngie’s cum,” he ended with a throaty grunt, snapping his hips thrice before stilling, his knot locking in place and his abdomen flexing as he unloaded inside his heat.

San’s body seized up atop of yours, his face scrunching in discomfort momentarily before easing, and his muscles turned to jelly as he relaxed over you. But Wooyoung’s hand reached between their tangled limbs, pressing San’s spent cock into your lower belly and ignoring the broken protests from below. Grinding his hips into San’ stretched rim, he emptied his thick load inside his used hole, his hand dragging the blonde’s cock over the faint bulge in your tummy where a pool of his cum sat within your womb.

“Youngie, ‘hurts, it hurts-” He hiccupped, and yet his hips followed the movement, forcing his eyelids open to watch his angry cockhead smear watery cum and remnants of your arousal over the skin. “I can’t- please, I-I-”

“Yes you can, Sannie,” you interjected, running a shaky hand through his damp locks, “you can give Woo and I one more, right?”

His eyes welled up with tears, but he nodded nonetheless, the thick knot tugging against his swollen entrance as he slid his length over your skin. “F-feels weird, mommy,” but San kept moving, Wooyoung’s hand still spread over the length to trap him against you.

It was as though a pressure had been rapidly building inside him—Wooyoung’s knot stretching him open and his cum fucked so deep inside him, your skin so smooth and tender under his overstimulated cock as he continued to rut against it. Rough fingers wrapped around the base of his tail, tugging harshly and sending waves of euphoria crashing through San’s trembling body. The pressure burst in the form of translucent streams, his cock twitching uncontrollably as Wooyoung palmed over the head, urging more liquid to squirt out of it and coat your torso. A broken cry ripped out of San’s throat, jerking backwards and away from the puppy’s merciless touch until he gave him some reprieve.

Strong arms wrapped around San’s waist, holding him against his firm body while his chest rose and fell erratically. You sat up, running gentle hands over San’s thighs while peppering kisses over his damp skin, patient while the spasming in his muscles died down. Resting back on his heels, Wooyoung’s arms remained protective around San’s delicate body, eyes roaming over the liquid dripping off your breasts and down your abdomen, a cheeky smile stretching his lips until his canines peeked through:

“I think kitty's all out of milk.”

Once Wooyoung’s knot went down, he slapped off the sticky paws clinging to him and kissed away the pout painting San’s lips, rushing out of bed to clean up. San complained for less than minute before you walked in—showered and carrying a wet rag—to clean him up, running the cloth between his legs and wiping away all the slick and cum. He would shower later, but now, he allowed you to slip a fresh pair of matching pajamas onto his limp body, inhaling the familiar scent of your vanilla-scented laundry detergent before sinking into the clean bedding you’d laid out.

Settling into bed with his head tucked into your neck, limbs tangled up underneath the duvet, you heard the resonant purr sounding in his chest a few seconds before wet footsteps breached the doorway. A warm body followed by a trail of floral bodywash stretched over you to flop behind San's figure, arms enveloping the fatigued hybrid and his hands falling over your waist. With a final look at the two of them—San’s eyes fluttering shut as he succumbed to his exhaustion, cheeks flushed and his hair matted with dried-up sweat; a soft snore dragging your attention to the knocked-out puppy, damp, purple locks spread out on the pillow under his head while he squeezed himself flush against San’s back.

Despite his drowsiness, San peeked an eye open to look at you, an easy smile curling the corners of his lips once he found your gaze. You leaned forward to press your lips to his forehead, then his cheekbones, and finally his pouted lips, moving back while scratching behind his fluffed ears to watch slumber pulling his eyelids shut. You mooned over the tranquillity weaved into his expression—the subtle tug at the corner of his lips, a smile he couldn’t hold back even when unconscious—as though he carried no concern for the next wave of his heat, content so long as he remained encompassed within the familiar scent of vanilla and lavender.

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[lunarcrown]

Y'know, after checking the Team Ranchers tag on a regular basis bc I'm So Normal about them, I've come to realize that chances are it's going to be a w h i l e before something else becomes the top post bc the flustered bucket comic is at like over 10,000 notes the post directly below it has half the notes-- and honestly, not only does it make me happy since I love your art, but also bc it is just so Them and The Dynamic Is Peak

DOES IT FR HAVE 10K NOTES?!?!!! IT DOOOO WOWOWO This calls for a bucket celebration doodle of when Tango finally caught up to Jimmy and got him to take the bucket off 🥹

Also THANK U FOR THE SWEET WORDS SHUUUCKS I hope eventually I bump down and let other ppl up and front and center but I’m so glad to be hanging out in the tag and making people get them team rancher feels 💖💖

[wiypt-writes]

Thnks Fr Th Mmrs

A Frank Adler One Shot.

Summary: It’s Frank’s wedding night… but you’re not quite ready to let him go just yet.

Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut (NSFW, 18+) allusions to cheating…

Pairings:  Frank Adler x Reader

A/N: Just a little smutty one shot featuring everyone’s favourite Dirty Boat Daddy. Written for @onlyjamesbarnes 1.5k Follower Challenge. Prompt in bold. Congrats babe!!

Lyrics from Fall Out Boy- Thnks Fr Th Mmrs

Frank Adler Master list // Main Masterlist

❤️💔♥️💔♥️💔♥️💔♥️💔♥️💔♥️💔

I'm gonna make you bend and break,

Say a prayer, but let the good times roll

In case God doesn't show…

Frank had always been powerless to resist you. He was a moth to your flame, but like always, you play with fire and you get burnt.

But now, you were the one burning, burning hotter than the sun.

With a groan, you ground your hips down as you leaned back, rolling and rocking down onto him. That face, sharp chiselled jawline covered by a slightly nearer than usual scruff looked back at you, his perfect profile silhouetted against the moonlight which drifted through the curtains of the hotel room.

How could something that wrong feel so fucking right?

And I want these words to make things right, But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life.

"Who does he think he is?"

If that's the worst you've got, better put your fingers back to the keys

He shouldn’t have let you in, but you knew he would as soon as he fired you the message with his room number. Your signature knock had sounded across the plush suite he was spending his last night as a ‘single’ man in, and like a sacrificial lamb welcoming its slaughter, he’d opened the door.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“I wanted to see you.” You blinked up at him. He was still in his slacks and dress shirt, from the rehearsal you’d sat through, tie discarded, collar open. He cut a stark contrast to the boat greased and oil stained, salty air cured man you were used to.

He held the door open for you, stepping back and allowing you in. Without a word you walked over to the grand windows the space provided, offering a look at the shoreline outside and below. The view was breathtaking at night, the moonlight shining off the waves as they lapped at the shore, mere metres away from where tomorrow he would take his vows.

Through the reflection of the window behind you, you could see him just as his hands gripped at your waist. You turned on the ball of your foot, manicured fingers running up his chest from his strong pecs to his collarbones and over his shoulders to around his neck, your lips quickly on his. Your tongue slipped inside, tasting a hint of scotch, a half drunk glass of which sat on the small coffee table to the right. Frank moaned against your mouth while your fingers slipped through the neatly trimmed hair of his neck.

You pushed against him slightly with your body, the back of his legs hitting the chair besides the coffee table and he took a seat, breaking your kiss.

“This shouldn’t-“

“Shhh.” You shook your head. “Just give me tonight, please.”

He stared at you with lust blown eyes, different to the playful glint he normally possessed when he used to look at you, as you thought for a second about your next move, bottom lip already swollen from his kiss between your teeth.

You knew he was a goner.

"Y/N," he managed to croak out as you straddled his lap, seating yourself over his now hard cock, the rough fabric of his dark dress pants constraining him, giving you just enough teasing friction agasint your sensitive inner thighs. His large hands slid up your thighs and under your light coloured, flowy dress as you moved your lips over his again, giving him access to your ass, finger tips grazing the barely there material of your panties.

You ground down against him, your hips rolling in a circular motion as he growled into your mouth, squeezing your cheeks with his hands. You kicked off your sandals, making a thud as they hit the plush carpet. A sound that matched that of your heart. A heart that squeezed in your chest, as if someone had wound and elastic band around its middle knowing that tomorrow you’d watch him takes his vows.

And everything would change.

Frank broke away from your lips, to lick and nip at your jaw and down your neck, tongue rolling against your sternum. His face drilled between your breasts, inhaling your scent.

Your fingers found the buttons of his shirt and plucked them open skillfully, French manicured nails raking across his chest, causing him to shudder and groan. You reached for the buckle of his belt, undoing it with little trouble, lifting your hips slightly, showing a strength in your thighs as you lifted away from him, to undo his flies. You adjusted yourself, pushing up on your knees just a little to allow the room you needed to dip your hand just under his boxers waistline, gently gripping at his dick.

“No, not here.” He growled, teeth nipping at the shell of your ear. “I want you in the bed.”

The bed. Where he would spend his first night as a married man.

It was so wrong.

Yet you happily obliged.

It was a well practiced tango the pair of you had danced over the years, and now here you were, him keening underneath you with a desperation you’d come to know well.

You could feel his cock pulsing against your walls and it gave you the chills. You held the power and control as he struggled to keep his.

With a quick movement, Frank sat up, pulling you flush against his chest, the angle hitting you just at that pleasurable spot he always managed to hit within you. His head dropped, lips and teeth gently teasing your nipple, large hands splayed agains your spine as he lavished you with affection.

You started grinding down harder, looking for that clitoral stimulation you wanted and as you found it, he moaned deeply into your ear.

“I’m close, but I don’t wanna… not yet.” His words were a plea, a plea that he wasn’t ready to end, and you knew he didn’t simply mean tonight.

But it had to. There was no way around it.

One night and one more time, thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great

"He tastes like you only sweeter"

"Just...let...go," you purred against him.

"Oh fahk," he ground out as his feet planted firmly into the mattress and his hips thrust upward. It didn't take much, a few strong and hard drives and you were crying out his name, your head thrown back in ecstasy as you came around around him.

"Jesus, fahkk, I'm gonna fahking.... Oh fahk," he swore vehemently, his old Boston drawl thick as he drove hard into you for a final time, exploding his load deep into you, spraying your walls with ribbons of white cream.

The pair of you collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent. Frank kept you held to his chest as you both drew ragged, heaving breaths. After a moment, Frank pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, no words needed.

And you blinked back a solitary tear.

*****

I'm looking forward to the future, but my eyesight is going bad.

And this crystal ball, it’s always cloudy except for when you look into the past

One night stand

Frank had fallen asleep with you in his arms, not quite ready to let you go. But you were long gone by the time he woke the next morning, the only evidence you’d been in his room was a scribbled note on the pad on the night stand.

“Here’s to the first day of the rest of your life.”

He’d folded the note up and slipped it into his breast pocket, not quite sure why. Maybe it would keep you close to him in those moments he needed to feel you, who knows.

Who knows why any of this had started in the first place.

He watched Mary walk down the aisle first, her bouquet in her hand had been dropped as she had leapt into his arms for a hug, laughing as she told him how excited she was. He’d kissed her cheek and placed her down and she stood by his side, watching as his bride and her father started towards him.

It was then Frank’s eyes had found yours as you watched him, and he swallowed, his chest contracting.

He could still feel your eyes on him and he couldn’t get the image of you bouncing on top of his cock out of his head. He blinked as someone said his name, and he looked at the officiant, clearing his throat.

“Sorry, little nervous.” He apologised, flashing a cheeky grin before he took a deep breath.

A couple of I-Dos later, he was told to kiss his wife. So he did.

And all he could taste was you.

Man and wife walked hand in hand down the aisle to applause, and at the end they stopped and the new Mrs Adler peered up at Frank, a soft smile on her face.

“You happy?”

“Of course.” He smiled back.

“Good, because choosing me to spend your life with, well, I actually think it’s the second best choice you’ve ever made in your life.”

Frank blinked as he heard the click of the photographer's camera. “Oh? The second? What was the first?”

“Letting me into your room last night.” You grinned, your hand sliding up his tux, the diamond studded band catching the sun, glinting in the bright light.

Frank grinned at you, before he arched his eyebrow. “Time will tell if it really was bad luck to see my wife the night before.”

“Didn’t feel like bad luck to me,” you smirked, you hand gently tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck as he dropped his head to kiss you, the cheers and applause once more chiming in your ears.

One night and one more time, thanks for the memories

[hermitcraftkinfessions]

Dude, currently we're planning an Etho cosplay due in a few months and it's so werid! Like how did none of the Grian's feel werid when we cosplayed as them last month?? Heck one fronted during the entire event and had fun! I hope that it will become less werid over time.

On another note today's been interesting, I've been thinking about LL almost all day, i think it's due to a bunch of people we follow talking about the anniversary yesterday(?). I can't really remember anything from it but just have the emotions and instincts. It sorta always leaves that bit of stress on me, which means I'm always on guard from danger, but also means i CAN'T fully relax. Very very rarely will i ever let my full guard down, and normally it's forcefully from complete exhaustion.

(Tw for something? I'm not sure what honestly but i feel like there's something i can't think of) One thing i really question is how i ended up here. How did i go from HC to here?? Did i die in DL? I know a bunch of fictive's think that's what happened to them. I feel like something happened after DL that made me stuck here though. Frequently i have these sorta panic spirals thinking about "what if i could have prevented DL?? How do you prevent something like that?" which depending on if someone stops me from spiraling will trigger pretty bad flashbacks, and one time Tango was with me during one of these, he suggested that maybe i did but don't remember. So that brings the question, was it related to that? Did i try to stop it and something or someone didn't like it and put me here? But also that sounds so unrealistic, something like a god from another universe putting me here as a punishment for trying stop a traumatic death game in another.

-Eth (Etho fictive from Blue anon) (sorry for it mostly being about ll/dl and being long again, it's just stuck in my mind)

No worries about these asks being long or about ll/dl we get it, you wanna get things out in the world, it's important to do so. The cosplay is really cool though good for you guys fr! I'm sure it'll get less weird over time, I don't really know what to say for the dl/ll things as while we have some memories from them we just don't really talk about them, nor do we really, like to remember for fear we'll remember something we don't want to(memory problems coming in clutch for us fr) I'm sorry I don't have much more to say, -Mod Hels

[thatreallyminecraftsmygender]

I'm so not normal about how tango thinks about resources fr /pos

💖😍💖When they aren't possessive and individualistic😍💖😍

Tango and B bein soulmates by choice 🥰🥰🥰