#at first i thot the coughing was bc i fucked my throat up

[parkinglothater]

I think I'm am getting a cold...

[daswarschonkaputt]

modern au fem!hanwenzhou

okay so like, pretty much all my art is someone else's fault. i stand by this. this is the fault of @antique-forvalaka (henceforth siv). blame or thank her. she just showed up unprovoked and was like, "fem!wkx has a flat ass and fem!zzs is big tiddy tomboy," and i was like, "umm???" what was i meant to do? NOT draw them? it's a modern au because i don't fuck with drawing hanfu.

most of these were drawn when i was too sick to write and lemme tell you i 100% underestimated the effect of a cough on drawing art. the lineart on wkx's piece took me so fucking long. i even had to go back in and redo bits of it. that's why some of it looks wonky but shhhh don't look.

assorted headcanons beneath the cut:

fem!zzs

this was the first one i started drawing, and then i nearly gave up because zzh's face is the fucking worst to draw. like, i even tried tracing a still and it still didn't look like him. okay, thots:

f!zzs has long hair that she takes relatively good care of but she pretty much always just ties up and ignores

she keeps it long because she sometimes does infiltration missions and it's helpful to appear super feminine

she knows how to be pretty and well presented but she literally never gives a shit

left alone she will happily sit in a sports bra and panties and eat ramen

oh yeah when she's lying low after leaving tc she disguises herself as a male vagabond. @luckydragon10 is very attached to f!zzs's fake stubble.

the hoodie look is an adaptation of my favourite zzs look from woh which is the meili look. look i am a simple woman, put the characters in a veiled hat and my brain just goes hrrrrnnnnng.

fem!wkx

oh hello other actor in this drama who is incredibly fucking hard to draw. luckily i had already drawn modern wkx before so i was a bit more used to his face. okay, some more thots:

the first one i drew was the big profile which is labelled in the csp file as tiddies out wkx

in my head f!wkx has a flat ass and flat chest bc siv said so, but she wishes she were curvy like wkx

she's very much styled after a femme fatale, emphasis on the fatal

she's pretty much always immaculately turned out, perfect make-up, perfect clothes, all very expensive

i had to draw her in stockings and garter belt. i just had to. also that lace texture killed me and took me like half of wanda//vision (which i was watching in the background) to get right

part of the reason i even did modern au was because i wanted to draw wkx with a sniper rifle

on that note the sniper rifle is traced from a photo bc i am lazy and at that point was very ill

"oh? so you have chosen death~♡" -- that's her vibe

fave wkx is angery wkx up in the top right corner. i drew her last.

one big regret that i didn't draw her splattered in blood and smirking like lelouch from code geass. i just think that would be neat.

fem!hy

thank u han ying for having a face that i can draw. thank u actor for having distinguishable features for my face blind self. thank u. thots:

this was the last set of these that i drew and i had to think long and hard about what to do for her. i knew i wanted her to be shorter than zzs but curvier than wkx but that was literally it

originally when i started drawing f!hy i gave her short curly hair, like close to a pixie cut, but i couldn't make it look right, so i went back to siv and extracted her suggestion of a side cut or undercut

in my head, hy and zzs run two-man missions all the time, with zzs as front woman and hy as tactical support/getaway driver

siv said to me that she sees wkx playing dress-up with hy bc hy is more receptive to it than zzs and i was like oh yes so that's why there's a little classy hy over on the right

also the more i drew f!hy with her little undercut and sweats i realised she looked like a fuckboi and i was here for it

special shout out to my favourite tac gear item: the throat mic. they're just so sexy. don't come at me.

shout out to fancy dress ass-kicking hy. the backstory here is that wkx put her in a pretty dress for a nice evening out only for it to devolve into a battlefield so hy takes off her heels and just starts blasting.

oh yeah special shout out here bc my brain was just like "play with the colours" so i did and now there is no consistent colouring for this set.

anyway i love hy's little button nose. so cute. love drawing it.

ok i'm done.

standard disclaimers for my art: all of it was drawn in clip studio paint (my beloved). i use pose references using the built-in 3D models and assorted poses i've downloaded from the store. faces are drawn using stills from the show i've founded on google images. when i draw fashion there's a high change it's from runway collections, in this case hy's dress is from the paolo sebastian moonlight serenade collection, specifically this one. and the fancy han ying look is adapted from ashi studio fall/winter 2017, specifically this look.

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

wild winter | dessert first; mjf

PROMPTS USED

Location: in a restaurant, under a table with a loooong table cloth in a semi private lil room. BC fancy af, Maxwell is fancy af. Fight me.

Situation: attempting to give head / oral under the kitchen table. Spit or swallow- now y’all KNOW rosalie’s bold thot ass swallows. Basically face fucking by the end because well… you’ll see.

Other: “Swallow it. All of it.” + slight dom hints and masturbation. MJF shown slightly uncharacteristically out of control here because he wasn’t expecting to get anniversary head when he took her out for dinner I guess? -shrugs-

NOTES:

So this is set / based on my little /universe/ built around MJF and the OC I wrote with him in a few fake fic title asks, Rosalie. It takes place after they’re an official couple, on their anniversary, in a restaurant. 

PAIRING:

MJF x OFC, Rosalie

WARNING:

face fucking / body fluids / hints of masturbation / blow jobs; female giving. Public (semi hidden) sex.

                                   MJF & ROSALIE in

                       DESSERT FIRST;

He honestly should’ve seen it coming. Rosalie disappeared under the table and the second he felt her push his legs apart, Maxwell’s breath caught in his throat and the end result was him nearly choking to death on the drink he’d just ordered.

When he was beyond certain nobody could see, he lifted the tablecloth to stare down at her and she flashed that troublemaker’s smirk at him. “Oh, don’t mind me,” she mumbled in an almost velvet purr, “I dropped my fork. Yeah, my fork.”

He chuckled. She was constantly doing this, keeping him on his toes. And he had been teasing her back at the arena, promises had been made about later in the night, his intended use for the belt he’d opted not to use on Cody’s bare back. Promises involving her hands bound by said belt and held tight to a headboard. Promises that he wasn’t going to stop until she was shaking and the neighbors in adjoining suites knew his name. Promises that when he was through with her, she’d have to relent on her firm ‘no carry’ rule and rely on him to carry her everywhere for days after.

He’d seen the lightbulb go off for her then. He’d seen that light in her eyes and he knew that at some point, as was their standard, she was going to up the ante.

He just never once thought she’d do it here, in a restaurant, on the eve of their half year anniversary.

The woman could throw one hell of a curve ball when she really put her mind to it.

He cleared his throat and mumbled so she could hear, “You uhh.. You want me to make this easier on you, princess?”

“I think I know my way around finding a dropped piece of silverware, Maxwell..” Rosalie was pulling herself upright and settled between his legs as best as she could be given the low tabletop above. It didn’t stop her from knocking her head against the wood and swearing about it.

MJF raised the tablecloth again, eyeing her in concern, shaking his head. “C’mon, get up.”

Rosalie went pouty and shook her head no, a firm look in her eyes as she challenged calmly, “Make me, Maxwell. Make me get up. You’ve been teasing me and taking care of me all night, baby..”

“So you’re not looking for silverware after all.” Maxwell gave a cocky smirk and Rosalie rolled her eyes, huffing. She dropped her gaze back to his lap longingly and almost the second he felt her nudging his legs even further apart, he tensed. He was going to have to try hard to show restraint.

He was already failing. As he felt her hand reach up, caressing his thigh and heading straight for his zipper, he tensed and sucked in a sharp breath. Maybe if I get firm with her? The thought came and lasted for exactly a second because in that second, she’d worked the button to his pants free and she was working on the zipper. Almost agonizingly slow.

“Rosalie.” he panted in a quiet warning tone, suddenly beyond thrilled with managing to score a back table in a mostly private room. Being somewhat of an important guy did have it’s distinct advantages.

His hand left the tabletop where he’d been gripping at the edge and it tangled in soft hair. “Okay, you wanna do this, hm?”

A shiver raced through his entire body as she worked his cock out of his jeans and her tongue trailed the length of the vein that ran down it’s side. He clenched his fists and coughed to cover up the loud uttering of the word “Fuck”, again grateful for the fact that he got them a secluded dining area for the night.

Rosalie’s palm circled his length, pumping up and down and she rose up just a little more, meeting his gaze, biting her lip just before she dropped her head down and he felt her lips wrap around the tip of his cock, tongue brazenly trailing right over the slit there, licking up any hint of precum and groaning at the taste of him as it faintly lingered on her tongue. His fist tangled in her hair tighter and before he could stop himself, he was gently guiding her mouth down more, making her take him into her throat deeper. She whimpered and the gentle hum raced the length of his member, making him growl quietly. “Rosalie..”

His stern plea fell on deaf ears because she really latched on, lips wrapping around his cock even tighter as she worked it up and down a soft pop from the suction created when she removed her mouth, flashing him a teasing wink. He bit his lip and nodded down to the way his member stood at attention, returning that teasing wink. “Now I know you’re not finished. I know you’re not about to even consider teasing me like this, Rosalie. That’s just cold.” he clucked his tongue and took the chance to lean down, capturing her lips in a kiss. “You’re really working your way right into being strapped to the bed tonight.”

“That was kind of my plan.” Rosalie giggled against his rough and hungry kiss and pouted when he pulled away abruptly and nodded down to his cock. “It’s not gonna suck itself, princess.”

“That’s it, princess. Take it. Take every inch.” MJF muttered as he started to thrust against her mouth when she lowered her head and wrapped those lips around his length all over again. She whimpered and he smirked. They knew how to push each other’s buttons entirely too well by now. He knew exactly what him taking control did to her and in turn, knowing just how much it turned her on really helped to further turn him on.

“So fuckin thick.” Rosalie mumbled, her voice a quiet and lazy drawl and the hum of the sound sending another pleasure filled jolt racing right down his cock. He thrust his hips more insistently against her mouth, careful to stop and let her breathe, staring down at her. Rosalie raised her lips, removing them from his cock because he’d tilted her chin so their eyes met, a pout playing at her lips because he dared interrupt her.

“C’mon.. Touch yourself.” MJF commanded and Rosalie’s hand wandered down, then beneath the hem of her dress, settling between her thighs. “Fuck, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you can’t walk when we get done with dinner. But first,” he groaned as her mouth sank back down on his cock and her head began to bob all over again, moving faster to match the intensity of her fingers fast pliant strokes against her clit and in and out of her heat, “I’m gonna fill up that little mouth.”

Rosalie whimpered, catching his eye, throat twitching as she finally managed to get enough of his cock into her mouth that she hit her gag reflex a time or two. His hips were snapping against her mouth more erratically now and she could tell by his heavy labored breathing that he was fast approaching orgasm. Just the thought of tasting him had her dripping, rubbing her clit and fingering herself faster, her entire set pace faltering as she worked on bringing them both to orgasm simultaneously.

MJF dug his fingers into her hair harder, pulling as his hips continued to meet her mouth, fucking into her face harder and faster.

“C’mon, Maxwell.” Rosalie whimpered and the look in her eyes when he locked eyes with her below the table sent him shattering right over the edge. “Swallow it, princess. Swallow all of it.”

Watching her swallow his load had him growling and biting his lip, letting out several shaky breaths as he pulled her up from the floor and onto his lap, tucking himself back into his pants, zipping and buttoning them again before anyone wandered in and caught the aftermath.

“Hang on, princess. I’m gonna make sure you didn’t really bump your head.” he insisted on checking the top of her head because she’d banged it against the underside of the table when she started all of this. She leaned in, planting a lazy kiss at the corner of his mouth as she muttered with a giggle, “I told you in the car I wanted some form of satisfaction now.”

“ Oh, I’m not complaining. But you’re in for it when we get back to the hotel, princess.”

“I’d better be, Maxwell.”

“You know your firm line on being carried around?” MJF mumbled against her lips as his hand dipped down, squeezing her ass and rocking her against him, making her gasp and whimper as he continued, “You’re gonna want to forget that exists. You’re going to be begging me to carry you, princess. And I’ll happily oblige.”

“If anyone knew how much of a sap you truly were, Maxwell.” Rosalie teased, giving a soft laugh as she kissed back and slid off his lap, settling into her chair to enjoy their meal.

Sometimes it’s nice to switch things up.. Have dessert first.