#i hope this one will work 🙏🙏 if it had to be canceled it is okay. to be received as a guest artist was an honored anyway !!!

[erabu-san]

LOOOOOOK THIS IS ME !!!

It is zine carrd if you are interested!

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I don't really how to announce it but

I participate in a sumeru fanzine as artist !!

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[that-irrelevant-ricecakeaddict]

"Use me like a drug!"

Drug Dealer! Seonghwa x f!reader

Highly requested part 2 of:

Drug Dealer! Seonghwa: "She's a regular here..."

Part 3 is out!!

Hey everyone! Thank you so much for the love on my first part of Drug Dealer! Seonghwa <33 Special shoutout to @ygswl for letting me use her ideas for my writing~ I hope you enjoy this continuation as much as the original!

Ps. Sorry if its not as intense as you hope it would be 😭 I'm the most romantic aroace person u will ever meet, I like NEED to include romantic stuff

CW: mentions of drug dealing/mafia/illegal businesses, drug dealer! Seonghwa, yunho cameo, seonghwa and reader are dating, fluff,!!SMUT!!, unprotected sex (pls stay safe yall), consensual somnophilia/free use, seonghwa cries cuz pussy too good 🙏

Seonghwa hung up the phone, his face a mix of irritation and anxiety. He started pacing the length of his office's shabby rug. MATZ had recently been losing customers, courtesy of the new company, PARADIGM, that entered the industry less than a month ago. He had just gotten off a call with Yunho, his supplier and good friend who had intel on them. PARADIGM was apparently backed up by the son of a rich mafia leader in the city. This meant that they had higher budget, higher manpower, and higher quality goods. And they were quickly stealing MATZ's spotlight in the local drug-dealing scene. Of course, Seonghwa was willing to resort to dirty tactics to get back his customers. But even if he was able to find a group of hitmen to raid and temporarily disrupt their business, MATZ would face even worse collateral damage in the process. After all, MATZ was still a way smaller operation compared to PARADIGM. This news was nothing but trouble for Seonghwa and Hongjoong's business and livelihood, and he knew it.

He continued pacing the room, swearing out loud when he accidentally stubbed his toe against the coffee table's leg. However, he quickly cut himself off when he remembered you were resting on the couch. Tiptoeing over to the slightly-battered, leather sofa in the middle of his office, Seonghwa caught a glimpse of you sleeping peacefully under one of his coats. His tense expression softened slightly. Ever since he had fucked you in one of his new faux fur coats, you'd started stealing his jackets and coats, often using them as makeshift blankets whenever you visited or felt lonely when he wasn't around.

He sighed as he thought about how you had came over on your free day to spend time with him, but had ended up falling asleep when he was taking too long to answer customers' calls and order cancellations. It was a tough, busy period for MATZ, yet you would patiently wait for Seonghwa to make time for you, wasting yours in the process.

"I need to lie down..." He mumbled to himself, as he made his way over to where you were snoring lightly on the couch. Perhaps cuddling up to his beloved girlfriend for a nap would help to temporarily ease the building migraine work was giving him. He stepped over your discarded clothes on the floor, taking note of how the jean shorts and flimsy t-shirt were probably uncomfortable for you to sleep in. Running one hand through his messy locks, Seonghwa unbuttoned his collar with the other to give himself a little breathing room, before carefully getting under his coat to spoon you.

However, despite the presence of your comforting scent and warmth, he still couldn't get the possibility of losing his beloved business out of his head. He knew that it was understandable to be concerned, but he was struggling just to find something else to think about, even if it was only momentary. Suddenly, he winced at the feeling of something pushing against his groin.

Looking down, he realised you were unknowingly pushing your soft ass against him. Your skimpy silk sleep shorts left little to imagination, and Seonghwa could already feel himself getting hard. He groaned under his breath. Out of all times he had to be horny for his girlfriend, why'd it have to be when you were asleep? The last thing he'd want to do would be disrupting your rest when you were exhausted from a long week of classes.

This, however, brought him back to a text conversation you had with him just a few days earlier. You'd noticed how Seonghwa had been very stressed lately, and had brought up the concept of free use to him. Essentially, you gave him your permission to let him use you for stress relief, even if you were asleep. Seonghwa's heart ricocheted in his chest thinking about it, internally thanking the gods for sending an angel to him.

He carefully tugged down your silk shorts, chuckling at how you shuddered when his cold palms came in contact with your dewy skin. He was taken aback at the wet spot on your lilac panties. Were you expecting this? His face heated up at the thought of you being all ready for him to use at any moment. As if you weren't already the perfect girlfriend for him. Hurriedly, he tugged aside your panties and fumbled to pull down his own pants.

Seonghwa bit his lip, holding back a whimper as he sank his hard cock into you. His neck arched back, stretching out the letters tattooed across his long neck. He buried his face into your exposed shoulder, inhaling your scent as he effectively caged your frame into his larger one. His breath hitched when you whined and shifted in your sleep, but he exhaled a sigh of relief when you fell back into deep sleep with a satisfied look on your features.

Slowly, Seonghwa began thrusting in and out of you, setting a slow but comfortable rhythm for himself. He swallowed his moans as he leaned in to lick and suck at the skin under your jawline, leaving behind faint purple marks that would surely show later on. Even in your state of unconsciousness, your body reacted to Seonghwa's movements, clenching on him every now and then and letting out quiet moans. "S-shit, you're so good to me, sweetheart... my y/n," he mumbled more to himself than to you. "Even... even when you're tired and sleepy, you still help me out... I love you so m-much." The stress from work started to melt away, the migraine disappearing along with it. Your warmth and closeness was so overwhelmingly relieving that your boyfriend even started tearing up. His restrained moans turned to desperate whimpers and hiccups. He reflexively slid an arm around your soft waist, pulling you impossibly close to him and allowing his cockhead to hit an even deeper spot in you. This startled you awake with a loud moan.

You blinked sleepily at your surroundings, aware that Seonghwa was balls deep in you at the moment. He was too deep in pleasure to notice you'd woken up, though. You sucked in a breath when he hit that deep, new spot in your cunt again, tilting your head to leave a kiss on his tussled black hair, when you felt hot liquid dripping down your bare shoulders and sliding down your collarbone.

"Hwa? Baby?"

Seonghwa jumped a little, suddenly made aware that you'd woken up. He hesitantly lifted his head from your shoulder to make eye contact with you. Puffy, teary doe eyes stared back into your own.

"..hwa? Are you crying?"

"Oh...uhm, fuck, yeah, I'm so sorry, sweetheart--"

He started pulling away from you, embarrassed to be caught crying while literally fucking himself into you. But you grabbed his hand and looped it back around your waist, earning a befuddled look from your panting lover. You offered a smile. "Stressed?"

He gave a sheepish smile and nodded, lips trembling and eyes still shiny from crying. You gave him a kiss on the corner of his lips.

"So use me. Use me like a drug."

Seonghwa's eyes widened.

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Shortly after the two of you had finished, it was Seonghwa's turn to fall asleep. You quietly watched his chest rise and fall with every breath he took. The tears on his face that hadn't dried yet were gently wiped away by a tissue clutched in your fingers. How could he be so effortlessly beautiful? Your attention was quickly drawn away by Seonghwa's phone vibrating on the coffee table. Anxious that the noise might wake your knocked out boyfriend, you reached over to pick up the call.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Seonghwa? It's Yunho."

You let out a sigh of relief. You knew Yunho. He was a good friend of Seonghwa's and was also MATZ's supplier.

"Hey Yunho! This is y/n. Seonghwa's sleeping right now, and I don't wanna wake him up. What is it?"

"Oh my god y/n! Its been awhile since we talked. Seonghwa's resting? Thank god, honestly. Poor guy's been so stressed out lately, with that new company stealing all the customers. Did he happen to tell you about PARADIGM?"

"No, but they sound like trouble. Why'd you call him?"

"Fuck, yeah, I called because I got good news! There's another gang in the drug industry that's rivalling with PARADIGM. They're even planning to raid PARADIGM's hide-out within the next month. Both groups are around the same size and have similar backgrounds. High chance they'll wipe each other out when they eventually fight. I wanted to tell Seonghwa that he doesn't have to worry about losing MATZ anymore."

"Thank you so much, Yunho. I'll make sure to tell him the good news."

You hung up the call, bubbly with excitement and happiness. Seonghwa stirred in his sleep just as you hung up with Yunho. He rubbed at his eyes, mumbling a sleepy "who was that?". You leaned down to peck his lips, running your hand through his bedhair at the same time. "Go back to sleep first, baby. Rest and I'll tell you later." Seonghwa gave you a grateful grin and nodded before letting his head hit the couch pillow once more.

[donat-senpai]

Can you please do a platonic Yandere Adrien, Luca with a reader who wants to be in a relationship not with them but like in general, what would they do if they tried to ruin her relationship when she got one and she found out🙏

Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere! Adrien x Reader, Yandere! Luka x Reader

tw: platonic obsession, deception, manipulation

Thanks for waiting! I continue to work on fulfilling requests. BUT I have to inform you that I will no longer accept new requests for ladybug. I don't feel inspired by this fandom anymore.

ADRIEN

-The day you confessed your love was the worst day of Adrien's life.

-Your best friend, your closest person, almost a family member suddenly ceased to be important to you.

-You started canceling appointments with Adrien to go on dates with your boyfriend/girlfriend.

-Adrien was so disappointed and angry. But not on you. You will never be to blame. This terrible man has entangled you in order to ruin everything.

-The first thing Adrien wanted to do was use Cataclysm on your boyfriend/girlfriend. It would be easier that way. Faster. But he didn't want to scare you.

-Adrien needed to be cunning.

-He stole tests from the principal's office and planted them in your boyfriend/girlfriend's bag.

-Your school is prestigious. Such an act will not be forgiven.

-The news of the expulsion of this parasite (as Adrien mentally called this person) made you cry. Adrien was very sorry, but he had to do it.

-A little later, you found one of the tests in Adrien's bag when you wanted to get his notes. It fell out and went unnoticed. Until this moment.

-He realized what happened when he saw the disbelief on your face and the damn test in your hand.

-You asked him accusingly what that meant. Adrien ran through ideas in his head in a panic. Classmates came to the noise

-And he came up with…

-They (the pest) must have planted it. They were jealous and wanted to frame Adrien.

-His classmates quickly supported him. (He always knew that his good reputation would come in handy someday)

-How can kind, dear Adrien be capable of such meanness?

-Your mistrust hurt Adrien. How could you doubt your best friend? That person is a bad influence on you. Perhaps you shouldn't date them anymore.

-You felt ashamed

-It’s hard to leave, but your friend is there. He will help you write a goodbye message for them. He'll even send it for you.

-Adrien will free you.

-Your friendship will be safe again.

LUKA

-Three days. For a whole three days, Luka waited and hoped that you pranked him.

-Hope disappeared when you introduced Luka to your boyfriend/girlfriend.

-Luka still didn't understand how this happened. He was always there.

-Your happy face brought joy to Luka endlessly. He allowed this relationship to exist.

-He was ready to endure and listen to conversations about this person as long as it brought you pleasure.

-But the days passed, and you smiled less and less.

-Of course, your new boyfried/girlfriend became the problem.

-Luka began to unobtrusively push you towards breaking up. Why do you need a relationship in which your partner only upsets you?

-The guy’s patience finally ran out when you came in tears and said that you saw Him/She hugging someone else.

-If Luka were not a restrained person, he would have akumatized to take revenge. But you needed comfort.

-For the next couple of days, Couffaine stubbornly thought about getting rid of the obstacle once and for all.

-Your ex gave him the idea himself.

-They persistently tried to contact you. You didn’t want to communicate with him/her and gave Luka your phone so that he could delete the messages. Luka used this against him/her.

-Luka convinced you to block your ex on all social media. And the letter from the mailbox explaining that he/she hugged his cousin was replaced with another one - with threats. It was not difficult to fake the handwriting following the example.

-Photos taken without your knowledge were thrown into your school locker.

-No one could ignore something like this. Your parents finally went to the police.

-Luka invited you to stay with him while the trial is ongoing. His family didn't mind, and yours decided that a change of scenery wouldn't hurt.

-The guy felt bad that he had to scare you. He mentally promised to compensate you for all the ruined days.

-Everything was going great until you found all these damn pieces of paper. Copies of your ex's fake letter. Dozens of unsuccessful attempts to forge handwriting.

-Why? Why did you open this box? Why did he forget to throw it away?

-Luka was terribly upset. But he knew what he had to do. He has to correct his mistake.

-He pushed you into the closet, snatching the letters from your hands, and locked the doors.

-Luka hastened to get rid of the evidence.

-He'll think of something. Without proof, no one will believe you. He will say that you had a fight with him and after everything that happened, you are simply confused.

-He will tell you over and over again that there were no letters until you both believe it.

-Luka did all this for you. You will understand this. He will always protect your friendship.

[naomi-nana]

hii, can i request angst with nagumo? where his s/o disappeared one day and seeing her again after lots of years but she changed? take your time!! 🥰

✎ᝰ. once more to see you .

you dissappeared years ago, only to come back different from what you were.

featuring : nagumo yoichi

cw : blood, sharp objects(knife), violence, assassins, reader is a traitor and works for slur(X), reader used to be in the JAA, female reader, BIG angst, bad grammar i think? cuz english isnt my first language lol, (kinda) rushed ending

a/n : anon, anon, ANON.. good lawd i did not expect to be so invested in this particular ask. i tried my best to finish it quickly and also not to make it too long :P i also hope this was what u had in mind....🙏 hope this wont flop

nagumo yoichi often tells himself that assassins shouldn't get attached. yet, here he is, drowning in the very thing he warned himself about. it has been over a minute since nagumo left the chairman's side to investigate whatever the hell is going on at this exhibition. people are screaming left and right, it makes him starting to kinda regret not cancelling the exhibition like what sakamoto told him.

what makes it worse is that, nagumo can't get you off of his mind. it has been years ever since you went missing on that day, and lately, he's been hearing rumors that you've joined X's team. he knows that if the chairman ever finds out about this, you'll be another one of the order's targets, and that he'll have to kill you with his own hands. and he doesn't want that. but it's not like you'll show up here — of all places, right?

..right?

yet somehow, as he sprints through the bloodstained hallway devoid of people, just from the blurry corner of his eyes, he saw a familiar figure. so very familiar to the point it's almost unbelievable to him. he stopped in his tracks, now looking fully into the said figure.

it was you.

standing in the middle of the hallway, unbothered by the chaos, and holding a sharp knife. just by seeing the sight of you almost made his lips curls up into a genuine smile, one that he always wore whenever he came home after a mission. seeing you almost made him want to run — to hug you, as if you'll leave as soon as he takes his eyes off of you.

seeing you almost made him drop to his knees, just like what he did when you dissappeared years ago. almost. but, he didn't. instead, he gripped his weapons in his hand, wearing his usual smile. "didn't expect i'd see you here. where were you?" he asked, looking at you straight in the face. it almost makes him sick at how it seems he's the only one happy to see you back.

"looking really different from before, too." he continued, but you remained silent. "what's wrong? plastic surgery?"

"nagumo. i'm on X's team now."

your words cut through the air like a sharp knife, devoid of the fondness you once had for him. it's almost like the two of you never really had anything at all. "really? even sakamoto makes better jokes." he laughs, as if his mind isn't spiraling into a feeling of helplessness. the girl that he had always felt safe with is now considered an enemy of his. what a time to be alive.

nagumo swirls his weapon in hand, intensely looking at it as if choosing which one he wants to use. preferably, one that wouldn't hurt as much. "i'm not joking." you repeat, your voice cold. "i've always hated the JAA. i'm not going to go back to work for that wrecked chairman." nagumo only sighs at your words, it seems like there's no going back.

"interesting. well, i'll have to kill you, don't i?" he smiles, although his eyes speaks differently. "i won't let you get to slur no matter what." you lunged forward with your knife, opting to stab nagumo on his wrist first to slow him down.

but of course, he can't let that happen. he dodged the attack skillfully, making you grit your teeth. "why not? i'll only have a small chat with him!" he chuckled, pulling your wrist to the side to make you lose balance. and it works, nagumo thinks that he should just tire you out so that either you can run away, or that he doesn't have to end your life in the worst possible way.

"drop dead!" you click your tongue and feint low—but instead of striking, you flick your knife upward, aiming for his temple. he tilts his head just in time, the blade grazing his cheek, a thin line of red blooming. he catches the handle midair anyway, but it’s not clean. his knuckles bleed. still, he doesn’t throw it back. why isn’t he retaliating?

"you wound me, that's how you talk to your boyfriend now?" he grins at you, but the corners of his eyes twitch.

"shut up. why aren't you fighting back?!"

"hmm, i haven't had lunch yet."

"nagumo!" his name escapes your mouth like a curse, sharp and bitter on your tongue. it's not like you can't kill him, you've fought and won over strong opponents before. but when you look at his face — his stupid, playful grin, and the way he still calls himself yours — your hand falters. maybe it's muscle memory, maybe it's worse. your hands tremble at the thought of him, the one you used to call the love of your life, dead in your arms.

"you sure you can kill me? i think you'll need to train thousands of years to even scratch my neck!" he mocks you, but just by looking at him, you know he didn't mean it. he never did whenever he makes fun of you. you think that he's just trying to make light of the situation with humor, and you hate that.

you reach for another knife in your pocket and immediately lunged towards him once again. this time, nagumo used a small knife to parry your attack, making you grit your teeth in frustration. "you used to kiss me with that mouth, and now you're baring your fangs at me? reminds me of a cat!" he chuckles, before twisting his knife to the left and using his other hand to grip your wrist.

"then maybe i'll scratch your eyes out," you spit, trying to pull your wrist out of his grip, but you can't. his grip is so tight it almost hurt, but there's also another part of you that doesn't want to try anymore. a hidden part that just wants to stop — to surrender and let him embrace you in his arms. but you can't, not when he is already an enemy of yours. you know that it's too late to back out now.

"let go of me." you narrowed your eyes, glaring at him once again. but he didn't answer, he remained silent. his face is close, to the point where you can smell the blood on his cheek and whatever cheap cologne he wore everyday. "you're shaking again." he pointed out how much you're trembling because of this proximity, which annoys you.

"stop talking." you repeat your words from a few minutes ago. you just can't handle it. each time he says a word, it reminds you of the bond you once had. each time he says a word, it made you feel like you want to crawl out of your skin. it made you miss the way he hugged you late at night, the way he makes you laugh. it made you miss him.

"i've missed you, you know?" he began to speak, his usual playful grin changing into a somewhat genuine smile. "all those years without you drives me crazy. and when i finally get to see you again, i'd have to kill you. crazy, right?" he continued, his voice cracking. your gaze softened at the sight. he really hasn't changed at all, and you hate not being able to caress his face and reassure him that 'everything will be okay.'

his grip on your wrist loosened, giving you a chance to either stab him or escape from him. and you really didn't want to do any of the two. you want to just stay with him, like this, forever. but, to escape an order member unscathed is like a miracle. so you decided to do the latter. you pull your wrist away from his hand before jumping back from him.

"so, you're still not gonna say anything?" he chuckled, but his voice was slightly trembling. "an 'i miss you too!' would've been greatly appreciated. heck, i'd even clap if you actually say that." you remained silent, opting to just run away from him without looking back. while nagumo stood there alone, his smile finally leaving his face.

"so cruel. and here i was, ready to sacrifice anything just to see you again."

naomi-nana. do NOT repost, do not use,(with or without permission), do not reccommend or talk about my works outside of tumblr.

[apclyptc]

oh my ur writing is so good 😭 i was wondering if you could write something where chris is on tour and since he’s been away he’s been needy so like hes texting the reader saying how he’s horny and needs her, so the reader calls chris and they end up having phone sex and chris is like whimpering and unable to keep quiet.. sub chris please 🙏

foreword: aaaaahhhh i love this idea, and thank u! as for sub chris…. im not sure if i can fully capture that since i cant imagine it but i shall give you desperate chris!

enjoy ☺️

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your boyfriend, chris, was steadily becoming one of the most famous influencers and with that came the task of touring the states.

he’d already been on tour with his brothers once before, but this time he’d gained millions more supporters.

he was midway through his travels, briefly stopping for a couple days from charlotte to nashville. you hadn’t seen each other in a couple of weeks, and you were starting to miss him.

you missed the way he made you laugh, always including you in his busy schedule, letting you bond with his brothers.

more importantly you missed his hands on you, gliding over your waist, his lips softly kissing the shell of your ear, down to your jaw, your neck, and then finally your lips.

you didn’t realise how long this month without him would feel like.

neither did he, which was why your phone buzzed at the side of your bed. his bed, which you were sleeping in for the next couple of days. his parents treated you like their own, so you graciously used the key they made for you to infiltrate your boyfriend’s room.

you picked up your phone, the screen lighting up your face as you read the message chris had sent you

chris: i miss you

you: i miss you too

i was just thinking about you

chris: yeah?

bet you were thinking something dirty

he knew you so well.

you: no…

i’m just in your bed

i hope you don’t mind, i got cold

*image attached*

chris: damn

so you raided the hoodies already baby?

you: i couldn’t miss the opportunity

chris: you know i love it when you wear my shit

you: of course

can’t you cancel your tour and hurry back to me

chris: if i could i would be home already

you need me that bad huh?

you: oh? but who texted first?

chris: you got me there

i just wanna see your fine ass

you: how bad

chris: bad

hard just thinking about it

wish you were here to help me out baby

you immediately pressed the facetime icon at the top of the screen, watching the phone ring.

after three rings, your boyfriends face appeared.

“hey ma.” chris’ voice cut through the speaker, instantly making you feel better. you rarely had time to speak to him on the phone since he was so busy with the tour.

“ew chris. stop saying ma when i’m in the room.” nick could be heard from behind. you giggled. it always made you laugh when nick expressed a clear dislike for PDA.

“hi nick, how’s tour?” you spoke. chris turned the camera to his brother.

“it’s good! i can’t wait to get off this tour bus though, i hate taking a shit in public bathrooms.” he complained, causing you to laugh at his outwardness.

“should i pass the phone to nick since you wanna speak to him so much?” chris taunted, angling the camera back to himself.

“don’t be jealous of your brother, chris. how is my handsome boyfriend doing?” you smiled at him.

“bored. come to nashville.” he replied.

you shook your head, “you know i can’t.” you had to stay home to work on your own projects. unbeknownst to chris though, you had already arranged with nick and matt to surprise him at the last show of the tour.

“hey y/n. bro do you want anything from target?” matt popped his head into the view of the camera to say hello, and you waved.

“obviously you know what drink i want. get me something sour as well. thanks bro.” he answered matt, then turned his attention back to you.

chris waited until he heard his brothers leave and slam the door of the tour bus.

“i love that pretty face.” he smirked at you.

even over the phone, chris had a way of making your cheeks tint a light shade of red.

“i wish you were here in bed with me.” you spoke quietly, even though no one was home.

“i know, baby. when i get home i’m gonna make you forget i was ever gone.” chris swapped the phone over to his other hand, while he snaked his free hand under his sweatpants.

“how are you gonna do that?” you feigned innocence, knowing exactly what he was hinting at.

“i’m gonna pick you up, throw you into my bed and fill up that throat real good.” chris palmed himself through his underwear, feeling his dick harden.

you felt that twang in your stomach that appears whenever you hear his filthy words.

you took it upon yourself to set your phone down on the bedside table and slip your hands under your panties.

“is that what you want? you want me to suck your dick, baby?” you asked him, while you lazily played with your clit.

chris groaned, not used to you talking like this to him, “yeah, gonna make you swallow all of my cum. god, i want to feel that pussy round me.”

chris, by now, had pulled out his dick, moving his hand up and down and squeezing slightly at the base. he wished it was your tight cunt squeezing around him.

meanwhile, the lazy strokes on your clit had turned into desperate circles, wishing it was his thick, long fingers playing with you. you used the slick building up to coat your fingers, then pushed them inside yourself.

“are you touching yourself, y/n? fucking yourself on your fingers pretending it’s me?” he moaned softly, his hand moving faster.

“yes… want you inside me.” you whined, giving him the vocal stimulation he needed.

chris angled the phone down to his throbbing cock, willing you to watch as he masturbated.

“you see this, baby? ‘s all for you, fuck.” chris let out a quiet whimper, imagining you were next to him right now, your small hands pumping him instead of his own.

you watched his face contort in pleasure, his head falling back as he stroked faster.

“take off my hoodie, let me those tits.” he demanded, though he was in no position to bark orders as he rutted into his hand desperately.

you paused the motion of your fingers inside of you to quickly discard his hoodie and your shirt, revealing your tits to the screen.

“fuck… touch ‘em for me, i wanna see you touch yourself.” he whined at an unfamiliar pitch.

you grabbed your own boob in your hand, kneading it just like he would as you continued thrusting your fingers in and out of your aching pussy.

it was all too much, and yet not enough, without him helping you.

but even so, you felt the knot twist.

“i know that pretty face. you gonna cum?” he asked.

“yes! oh fuck, chris. fuck, want to cum on your face, baby.” you babbled, half incomprehensible.

your words drove chris into madness, moaning and whimpering as his thumb massaged his weeping tip.

“fuck, fuck, fuck. wanna feel that pussy around me, gonna fuck you good, shit, i’m–“ his own orgasm cut his words short, bursting out of his cock, coating his hands. a stray droplet landed on his stomach.

the sight of your boyfriend panting and moaning from his high prompted you to cream all over your fingers. your mouth dropped open as you continued to finger yourself through it, until your adrenaline finally depleted.

both of you took a second to catch your breath.

“i need to clean this mess up before my brothers get back.” chris tucked his softening dick back into his underwear and grabbed a hand towel next to him.

“i love you, chris.” you spoke after he was done cleaning himself up.

“i love you too. i can’t wait to see you after tour is over.” he smiled at you.

“that was the worst target ever.” nick burst through the door of the bus, scaring chris.

“jesus, nick! you scared the shit out of me.” chris clutched his chest and you laughed, quickly throwing your hoodie back on.

“wait why the fuck are you sweating?” matt asked, following his brother inside.

“chris was showing me some top secret basketball moves he’s been working on.” you interjected as you watched chris’ eyes widen at the question.

how embarrassing it would have been if they’d caught you.

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a/n: i hope that was what you wanted!! part two of reader surprising chris at the last show? lmk your thoughts :p

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[thehattiefox]

QUEEN trixie and david broke up and i NEED a piece of writing in which trixie tells katya can you please please please do the honors my mentally ill ass requires it🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

The call wasn’t a surprise. They’d been talking every day now, even on days they saw each other for the podcast, or Netflix, or some other gig. For some reason, Trixie always seemed to have this need to hear his voice, or at least that’s what he hoped. 

But the minute Katya answered the phone he knew this time was different. 

“Hello, Marge?”

The sniffling on the other line made his stomach drop. “Hi.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Um…can I come over?”

Katya’s mind raced. Did someone die? Jesus, don’t think that way. “Yes, of course. Do you need me to come get you?” Today was a sit-on-couch-and-do-nothing-productive day, but this call was important, he could tell. Plus--and he’d never admit it to his friend--he’d do absolutely anything for Trixie.

“No, I’m going to–” Katya could hear a loud thump on the other end of the line, and what sounded like papers rustling around. “Fuck. Sorry. No, I’m going to take an Uber.”

“Are you sure? What’s happening?” It sounded like luggage, but Katya didn’t want to assume. His heart skipped a beat when he heard the sound, his body betraying his conscience. The small bout of excitement was almost immediately replaced with a heavy guilt, one that pooled in his chest like engine oil. 

“It’s a long story, I’m fine. I just need to come over. Okay? I’ll be there soon.”

Trixie’s tone was defeated, exhausted. Katya inhaled. “Yeah, sounds good. See you soon.”

Twenty minutes later Trixie sat on Katya’s couch, a mug of hot tea in his hands that Katya had made in a moment of anxiety. The only tea he had was a generic black tea, but it would have to do. 

A small suitcase and backpack sat by the front door, which now loomed stoically, drawing Katya’s eyes to their presence every so often. Trixie had come in and immediately dropped the two bags by the door, barely making eye contact with Katya before settling on the couch. 

Now, curled up with a cup cradled in his hands and his feet tucked underneath him, Katya saw how frail Trixie looked. He’d been steadily getting smaller, and even though Katya never gave a shit about any of that, he did find himself worrying that his friend was working himself too hard. Well, he knew that was happening, that was always the case with Trixie. But it was worse lately, and his body revealed the truth of all the late nights and complete lack of rest.

Katya dimmed the lights in the living room, glancing at the clock on the wall. 10:52pm. 

“I thought you had a gig tonight,” he said, lowering himself to the couch on the opposite side of Trixie, a few feet separating them. 

“I cancelled it.” Trixie was looking down at the tea, wisps of steam rising from the mug he held tight in his hands. 

“Are you dying?” Good one. Subtle.

“What?” Trixie looked up, making eye contact with Katya for the first time since he arrived. 

“I assumed the worst when you called, and you’re acting sad and you’ve been crying and you’re drinking tea.”

“You offered me tea, this is your tea.” 

“It’s horrible. I think my mom sent it to me as part of a housewarming gift.” 

“That’s cute, actually. It’s comforting.”

“I’m glad.” 

The thought struck Katya, then, that the reason why he subconsciously reached for tea when he heard Trixie’s distress is because that’s something his mom would have done. He found himself growing softer as he got older, and Pat’s influence certainly had something to do with it. He swallowed, an unexpected swell of emotion making his eyes blur. “What’s going on, Trix?”

Trixie took a deep breath, his eyes focusing on the TV, which wasn’t turned on. 

“I haven’t even said it out loud yet. I’m…I don’t even know how to process it.”

Katya moved his arm to rest on the back of the top of the couch, trying to keep his breathing normal. 

“Tell me.”

He watched Trixie swallow before the whisper finally pushed its way out. “David and I broke up.”

It was like Katya had been punched in the chest. All the air left him, the stillness of the room roaring in his ears. 

What the fuck? 

“Trixie, I’m…”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine.” Katya moved himself closer to Trixie on the couch, their knees almost brushing. “You don’t have to pretend it’s fine. It’s me, Trix.”

Trixie looked up, then, his eyes red and dark and hollow. “I fucking ruin everything.”

“You do not.”

“I do.” Trixie brought a hand to his forehead as if checking for a fever. “I gave him everything I could, but it wasn’t enough. I worked so fucking hard and I didn’t prioritize our relationship, didn’t choose us over extra gigs and friend’s parties and I know he hated me for it.” 

Katya’s brow furrowed. “Trixie, I don’t think–”

“And I thought the motel and our shows and our house would help, because why wouldn’t it? We spent so much time together and we agreed on things and we made it ours and we shared it with the world. People were rooting for us and we tried so fucking hard.”

Katya shook his head softly. “We know better than anyone that what’s on TV isn’t reality, mama.” 

“But it was, for us. That was the happiest we ever were, when we worked on those shows together. It was all real. We loved each other then, when we were creating together.” 

Katya didn’t know what to say. “I’m so sorry, Trixie. You were together a long time, and I can’t imagine what this must feel like.”

That was true, but he definitely knew what David must be feeling. Katya had almost lost Trixie before when Katya left and pushed him away. Katya tried not to think about it often because it always filled him with regret, the most intense shame of his life. He missed Trixie the second he walked away, and when they finally reunited it felt like this fire that encased his brain every minute of the day was finally extinguished, smoking and charred but free of the heat of the flames. The pain David must be feeling was familiar, and he almost felt sorry for the guy. To lose Trixie was to lose everything.

“I just keep replaying it all in my head. What I could have done differently, you know?”

“I know. But he’s making a mistake, Trix.”

Trixie sniffled. “What do you mean?”

“Choosing to let you go, I mean. He will never find someone like you.”

Something flickered across Trixie’s eyes, then, though Katya couldn’t place it. 

“Oh, you think he broke up with me.”

“Is that…not what happened?”

Trixie sighed, long and heavy. “No.”

“But I thought…sorry, I don’t know what I thought. You were saying you ruin everything.”

“I do. But I knew it was ruined and that we couldn’t fix it. And tonight he told me he wanted to do another season of the motel and I lost it. I…” A fresh wave of tears flooded Trixie’s eyes, and he tilted his head back and groaned. “This sucks so much.”

Katya’s head was spinning. He could tell things weren’t perfect with Trixie and David’s relationship for a long time, but to hear that Trixie broke it off because of not wanting to do a show that made him a lot of money was beyond surprising. Despite the stress of the show, they did seem happy together when they were filming it. 

Trixie pulled his head back up and he placed the mug down on the coffee table, crossing his arms over his chest. “Do you think I’m a bad person?”

Katya almost laughed at that, but mostly kept it together. “Honey, no.”

“I’m serious.”

“I am too. You are not a bad person for choosing what’s best for you. You haven’t been yourself for a while.”

Trixie swallowed. “Yeah.”

“And I think it’s really telling that you turned down the show. Not just because of the relationship aspect, but the fact that it’s work and it’s money and you love those things. You need a break, babe.”

Trixie nodded slowly. When he spoke, his voice was softer. “Am I a burden?”

Katya felt rage bubble instantly inside his chest–not at Trixie, but at whatever and whoever would make him feel that way. “Absolutely not.”

“But really. I’m needy, but I’m also a workaholic–”

“Trixie.”

“And I’m always wanting things done my way, and I go and visit my family a lot when I could be with–”

“Trixie, stop.”

Trixie did stop, his chest rising and falling with great effort. Katya didn’t want to have to tap into the sentimentality tonight, but here they were, and goddamn if he was going to let Trixie feel this way. 

“You are not a burden. You take care of everyone, and you love so easily and freely it’s like magic sometimes. You are there when I need you and when I don’t need you and when I want you there, which is all the time. You are genuine and you make me feel alive when I don’t want to feel anything. You’ve…you saved me.” 

A few tears fell from Trixie’s eyes and he didn’t wipe them away. They sat in silence for a few moments, the occasional whoosh of a car passing by outside the only sound breaking through the trance. Katya had so much else he wanted to say, but none of it seemed appropriate at the moment. Right now he just wanted to be a comfort, and he didn’t know how. 

Finally, Trixie leaned forward and rested his forehead on Katya’s shoulder. Katya reached his hand back and rubbed it along Trixie’s upper back, tracing circles with his fingers. 

“Can I stay tonight?” The words were muffled, but Katya could hear them as they vibrated against his shoulder. 

“Of course. You want the guest room?” 

“It’s creepy in there.” 

Katya wheezed, and Trixie sat up, a small smile on his face. Katya kept his hand on Trixie, rubbing his arm lightly. 

“You can sleep with me.”

“Your room is also kind of creepy, but ok.”

“Is it the dolls?”

“The dolls, the devil masks, the taxidermied animals.”

“I think they’re kind of charming.”

“Totally. In a Victorian, possessed Priest sort of way.” 

“Can priests be possessed?” 

“Priests can be anything they want to be.”

“Happy Pride.”

Trixie cackled. “I hate that.” 

Katya stood up, making his way over to his front door and grabbing Trixie’s bags. “Let’s go to bed, mama.”

Trixie followed, and they spent the next twenty minutes slowly getting ready for bed. It was sickeningly domestic, but also, strangely, Katya’s favorite twenty minutes he’d ever spent with Trixie. 

Later, they both lay in bed, a light breeze drifting in through a cracked window and making them shiver. Katya couldn’t see Trixie in the dark, but could hear his even breathing, and wondered when they'd last done this, shared a bed. It must have been years. 

Just as he was about to drift into sleep, he heard Trixie’s soft voice. 

“I think you saved me, too.” 

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Hi lovely Sunny! 😎 Hope you’re having a day as stellar as you are!

For the WIP tag game thingy, please can you share something about “Just Out Of Reach” (I’m so excited for that onnnne!) and also “I Stand Guard Over Erebor” (because I don’t know anything about it so I’m deeply intrigued??) pretty please? 🙏 🥰

Love your work! Keep it up! 💛

Thank you! 😁 I'm trudging along with not much to do this work day due to most of my schools cancelling due to the weather, but that gives me more time to do fun stuff in my opinion! 😎

Okay so starting with Just Out of Reach (I'm so shocked 🤣):

Premise: Bilbo and Thorin were cursed by Smaug to where Bilbo is a fox at night and Thorin is a raven by day so that they will never exist together as their true selves again. 🥲 (So of course they're on a journey to break said curse.)

Snippet:

Fili walked through the halls of Erebor, reminded every time he saw the extent of the damage of how they still have so much more to complete. As if to further assert the point, Fili almost tripped over a crack in the floor which aggravated his bad knee. He hissed before limping a couple of steps, trying to pull himself back together. He was finally free of the healing halls, and he was not going back to Oin’s care if he could help it. He waited a moment, rubbing the area before starting anew. 

He emerged into the main hall where the rest of the dwarves were gathered. Everyone was in motion. Whether that was surveying other halls, rebuilding the main entrance, or taking care of the hundreds of injured dwarves still recovering from the battle that took place before Erebor. As Fili passed through the throng of activity, he got glimpses into conversations that had his jaw clenching.

“...still haven’t seen the King.” 

“...Arkenstone has been stolen…”

“Should have never trusted that Shire rat.”

Fili wanted so badly to snap at them. To defend Bilbo. They didn’t know of which they spoke. However, words could only go so far. Until Bilbo and Thorin were found, he was afraid they were stuck with the unsavory perceptions of who should be their Consort. Fili pulled back the cover to the tent where the rest of the Company and Dain remained, minus Kili who was still recovering and Oin who was taking care of him. 

“Well?” He asked desperately.

Balin shook his head. “I’m sorry, Lad. The elf did her best, but she lost track of him after he passed through Mirkwood.”

Fili felt his shoulders drop at the news. He didn’t know why Bilbo left. After they realized Thorin and Bilbo’s…special problem, they had been hiding them away in the royal wing. Then one day, they were gone. Bilbo had left them a letter explaining that he was off to find a cure, but they had no idea which direction the hobbit could have possibly gone. Who on Middle Earth could have a cure to such a curse? Had such a curse ever happened before?

“That halfling has certainly made a fine mess of things.” Dain growled.

Everyone immediately adopted a more defensive stance.

“That hobbit is the reason you stand in this kingdom.” Kili announced. 

“He cursed your king.” Dain argued.

“No, a dragon did.” Dwalin snapped.

“And any who say differently besmirch the name of our Consort.” Gloin bellowed.

“Listen around you!” Dain roared. “Your entire kingdom has a negative opinion of your Burglar. And until the Arkenstone is found or Thorin is revealed, that’s not going to change any time soon.”

Everyone let that sink in. Fili had to admit, Dain had the right of it. They were in a mess. One that wasn’t going to get better any time soon. There was no way to defend Bilbo’s innocence without revealing the nature of the problem which would only create more dissent. Dwarves were notoriously superstitious and would not accept a cursed king. Erebor would enter a civil war before it ever really got started.

“We continue to push the narrative that the Arkenstone has not been found.” Fili stated. “The men and elves who witnessed the argument on the paraphets were mistaken.”

“And what of Thorin?” Dain asked.

“Our king continues to heal and get stronger from the wounds he received in battle.” Balin stepped in with a nod in Fili’s direction. “Prince Fili is acting on the king’s behalf.”

Dain nodded slowly. “Only he’s not actually acting on the king’s behalf, but on the behalf of this company. Half of which don’t have a claim to the throne. At what point are we going to address the legitimacy of ruling of this kingdom?”

Balin sighed. “I don’t…have an answer for that at this time.”

Dain rubbed a hand down his face. “Mahal help us all. Find one. I can only do so much to keep my men in check. But I can’t do anything to stop the negative feelings towards your halfling.”

“Hobbit.” Ori corrected. “He’s a hobbit.”

“Whatever he is!” Dain roared. “I care not. I care that he has Thorin and the Arkenstone in his possession out in the wild by himself. As of right now, he is a thief.”

Well that seemed to open the gates, so to speak. Everyone jumped in at that point with an opinion about something. Dwalin was adamant that Thorin would never allow himself to go anywhere he didn’t want to be himself. Dain roared right back that the curse didn’t exactly put him in his right mind. Dori and Gloin felt the need to point out how beautiful the wedding ceremony was to defend Bilbo and Thorin’s love, while Bifur corrected the fact that he was a Burglar, not a thief.

Fili groaned and rubbed at the sides of his head. At this point, he might actually kill someone. And he didn’t know if that would be Bilbo, Thorin, Dain, or someone else. Balin gave Fili a look that he knew meant he needed to start channeling his inner Uncle Thorin. Fili took a deep breath ready to shout above the noise when there was a sound in the distance. It sounded like welcome horns.

(I literally could not find a point I actually wanted to stop. 🤣 But I tried to give you something you may not have read yet.)

And now on to I Stand Over Erebor:

Premise: This is the third (and hopefully last) in the Guardian of Kings series. There's a lot happening in the week leading up to Bilbo and Thorin's wedding, and somewhere between funerals, entertaining dignitaries, and greeting Bilbo's Shire relatives, someone decides to contest the marriage which is a challenge Bilbo will not meet easily.

I don't really have a snippet ready for this fic yet because it starts off a bit somber, and I don't really want to ruin the surprise of the reason why just yet. 👀

Ask me about my WIPs in the works.

[hazbmymhotel]

Do you perhaps have any headcanons of Mordecai x Husk 👀🙏 love your art so so much <3

BOY DO I

Let's get myself CANCELLED.

This has been waiting ages (pretty sure I know from WHOM so thanks for your patience.)

So I have several plotlines I follow with these two, but here's my favorite...

Husk and Mordecai knew each other back in Las Vegas during the early 1930's, when Husk was Oskar Freedman. He was 27 years old when Mordecai was 32.

Mordecai had left Mississippi after finally finding Atlas' killer and moving on. He leaves it all behind to try and start a family (and this little queer has a plan: find a widow from the first dam collapse and take the place of her husband. He wants a big family).

Both end up working in a speakeasy together, Oskar a new bartender and Mordecai a bookkeeper. Oskar was a very young father (I mean YOUNG. LIKE...ah...13?) and with the same woman his whole adulthood.

And while Mordecai is still on the hunt for a woman, that doesn't mean he cannot -indulge-. He falls for Oskar, mostly when one night after the bar closes, Mordecai comes to bother Oskar and notices his saxophone case. Oskar tells him he keeps it with him so his wife doesn't sell it (things are tight right now), but he's self taught and doesn't have many ideas where to play it. He'd like to play at the speakeasy, but he needs money as the bartender.

Mordecai urges him to play and is smitten.

From then on, they start a secret relationship.

They do a lot together, from romance to kink to (smut redacted). They hunt, they spend time together quietly, Oskar plays jazz for him...Mordecai encourages Osk to get into a band. Eventually Oskar's wife finds out about the affair and leaves him.

Mordecai offers Oskar his own father's ring.

They're together for 4 years until a separate incident involving Rocky Rickaby, a wanted poster, Mordecai's mentee (a young lady training to be a bounty hunter. He sees her like a daughter...) but that's all for another time (an eventual fanfiction).

Mordecai is shot to death in the street by Rocky, and is thusly thrust into Hell.

Husk/Oskar continues to live a full life after this for another 40 years.

Oskar dies in his 70's with his third wife. He still plays his sax, still wears that ring around his neck-sometimes he puts it on his saxophone's mouthpiece to feel Mordecai's touch against his lips.

But in his old age, Oskar forgets. He forgets a large part of his life. Sometimes he forgets where he is. Sometimes he forgets *who* he is.

He dies of a heart attack, and ends up in Hell.

Mordecai remembers the world so differently than how he lived it. To him, everyone was a cat before they died. He thinks he's always been a tuxedo cat. If you ask him hard questions about things like segregation, his mind shorts out and he'll change the subject. (We also don't talk about his undiagnosed DID, not at this point in time).

In Hell, he's done so well. Mordecai works as the top accountant for VoxTek, and he's still hopeful to start a family. Every so often, he goes out looking for...

...Oskar. Who now calls himself Husk! The quick-witted man of a cat now owns a casino! Husk had only been in Hell for a few years before becoming a prolific Overlord!

Mordecai seeks him out. Husk looks different... somehow? Maybe it's his beautiful red wings. (They make sense. Husk always said he felt like he was flying when he played his saxophone.) Mordecai runs to him, scooping Husk into his arms and kissing him passionately.

(Mordecai loves romantic books and films, but he'd never admit it).

Mordecai pulls away from Husk, touching his face and holding him close... there's even his father's ring perfectly hanging in a chain around his neck.

Mordecai wants to tell Husk how long he's waited...

And Husk laughs awkwardly, boisterously:

"That's one Hell of an introduction!"

Mordecai is shattered, but he'd never say a word.

Instead, he sets Husk down and looks at him fiercely...and at that moment, Mordecai is determined to win Husk's heart again.

And again.

And again.

On the days where Husk gets lost and doesn't know his own name, it breaks Mordecai.

But Husk always seems excited to see him.

He doesn't always know his name, but Husk gives Mordecai soft hellos and sweet greetings.

"I sent over this new drink we have: a long island iced tea"

"I've never seen a shark decimate a poker table like you"

"you're the most beautiful man in my casino"

And each time, Mordecai falls into him, again and again.

Until one day, the casino is closed.

And Mordecai hears on the street that the Radio Demon claimed another Overlord.

He thinks Husk must be *gone*

Until he sees Husk at Alastor's side, years later...gold ring around his neck, and his head craned back to speak to Alastor.

And Mordecai makes it his mission once again

[anj-does-stuff]

Hey, I hope you'll feel better soon! If you still take these asks: 👻 🤖 and ✍️?

Thank you! I feel like I've accomplished nothing all week, it's so frustrating 😭

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

I'm not sure?? I'm not very attached to my headcanons and will throw them away when it's convenient. Lately I've been partial to the headcanon that Minato had no special attachment to his students, which I know can be... divisive, let's say. I love when he treats his team 7 like family, but I'm also very fond of the idea that, to him, they were just soldiers he needed to train up for Konoha's future. It kind of gives Kakashi's "they're no longer your students, they're my soldiers" line a new perspective, and makes Minato's decision to throw this poor traumatized child into ANBU a little more understandable (if still very alarming).

I also like headcanoning that Obito was part Senju, and that was part of why he was such a black sheep within the Uchiha clan, but I don't think that's all unique an idea. I like the idea that mokuton is something that can be learned by descendants of both bloodlines.

I hope what I wrote makes sense, I'm still very woo-woo from... everything.

🤖 Are non-fandom friends aware that you write fanfic?

My oldest friends are, like childhood friends who I still spend time with, and I think that's it? It doesn't come up in conversation really. But no one I know irl has read my writing, original or fanfic, other than my wife.

✍️ What’s your ideal writing setup?

In bed with good back support, noise-cancelling headphones on, with coffee on the nightstand. I have a lap desk that I use whenever I'm working away from a table, and it's such a game changer. It has a built-in mouse pad (that actually works well, since some models are terrible) and a slot for my phone, so I can easily look up anything I need to while keeping my doc on screen. Keeping non-writing tabs closed on my laptop helps me stay focused. My lamp also has a shelf for my ipad, which I like having near to take art breaks if I've been writing for a while and need to switch things up.

This would preferably be when the wife is out walking the dogs and Howl, our hellspawn mini aussie, isn't around to squeak his toys, stare at me for uncomfortable lengths of time, or steal whatever he can reach off the nightstand and take it apart with his teeth. I love him, but it's like having a high-energy toddler whose battery is always full. And he talks back! Not very good for writing. (I hate that he's the cutest friggin thing in the world on top of it all.)

Thank you for keeping me company as I shrivel up like a snail in a bed of salt 🙏

[zenertia]

THE VOID RANT

OK, so I guess we're doing this now because of the last post 👏

VOID was originally a gender-swapped NULL (hence the name) but as I fleshed out the idea, I realized that she had some potential as her own character.

I originally made VOID with a wolfcut bob, trying to come up with a semi-modest haircut to mirror NULL's mini updo.

HOWEVER, roughly around the same time I pulled this idea out of my ass, NULL hit the public domain after mystman's BB+ ARG was solved (THAT WAS WILD, I NEVER EXPECTED THE REWARD TO BE THE PUBLIC DOMAIN RIGHTS TO NULL, HOLY SHIT, THAT MAN IS ON ANOTHER LEVEL), making me think "HMMMM 🤔 NULL&VOID would be a cute ship dynamic", so I went ahead and humored the idea of them being a couple for a little bit, instead of VOID just being a vanilla NULL swap.

Finding myself completely enamored by the idea, they eventually turned into a tragic couple (I'll get to that at a later date), even turning into a social commentary of sorts about something I face myself (I'll also get deeper into this as production goes on, cuz it's a pretty sensitive topic for me and this is already probably gonna be a pretty long post). It became a bit of a comfort ship for me to help me work through this issue via my art.

Now, since NULL was public domain, I was already planning on adding him into a comic I was developing; MOUSE (no doubt you'll be hearing more about that too since these two idiots are a part of it now).

I'd been writing it since 2007 on and off, but lacked the amount story beats I felt necessary to turn it into a fully-fledged series. But with these two being 'glitched' characters, they fit the vibe perfectly, offering the perfect opportunity to 'immortalize' them in the pages of this story while also adding a bit more content to a story that so desperately needed it.

God willing, I can only hope I do them, as well as my message, justice.

I'll no doubt be speaking more about this in the future, along with my other original content (like, non-BBIEAL stuff, if yinz're interested—and even if you're not interested, because my therapist told me to stfu and do it already cuz I have good ideas (??) and I should try it sometime cuz it'll help with my self-esteem or some shit)

Draco Noir will be a fun one, holy crap, hahaha

I made that one upsetting on PURPOSE; I... Am SO SCARED about how people will react to it, cuz it'll either be super edgy and everyone (who reads it) will love it, or everyone will take it the absolute wrong way and cancel me for it, but just know that it's SUPPOSED to be an uncomfortable read in advance, okay? Okay. Cool, please don't curbstomp me if it makes it to print 😭🙏

tldr; it's a gritty, grimdark crime drama about a dragon detective.

So lemme know if you're into that shit, too.

Also, there's a Baldi reference character in one of the volumes I have planned (because of course there is) but it begins and ends with his name being 'Professor B' and the way he's designed. Everything else is completely original, although I'll probably end up sprinkling in a few subtle references to the game and fandom lore with him.

But idk, this has nothing to do with VOID, asdgfkl—

See ya guys later

[the-sinful-voice-witch]

I was still pouting about how a show from CN got to have a crossover with Sonic and it wasn't the Powerpuff girls 😤 when suddenly some wonderful marvelous fantastic news popped up!🥳Evil has been defeated! That disgusting PPG live action project is officially CANCELLED 👏🎊🎉THANK GOD😮‍💨 after the gross bullshit garbage vomit 2016 cursed reboot 🤢🤮 I had enough of seeing my girls been tarnished like that, but you know what?

One good thing came of that abomination and that is that our god creator Craig McCracken decided to make a proper reboot by his own professional hands!🥰 A ppg reboot with continuity with begining and ending! You did it so well with kid cosmic so we are putting all our hopes and dreams on you Craig! I'm putting my faith on you don't fail me!😖🙏(If the crossover with sonic happens I'll be very thankful and blessed too🥺🙏 maybe I'm asking too much but if it happened with Ok ko why not?)I'm guessing he saw the 2016 reboot and his heart was broken, his eyes bleed, were set on fire and fell off his face, then he understood that's how all us fans felt and he decided to try heal our souls.

So, to celebrate I'm going to give my analysis of the original Powerpuff girls and my reasons to love them:

BLOSSOM: The nice leader girl: She is like the least favorite in popular polls, but i think she is just really misunderstood, most people don't get the appealing of her character when it comes to her flaws, come on guys be honest do you really want a character perfect without a flaw? NOPE because THEN she would actually be an obnoxious Mary Sue, so let's check those said flaws: she is a proudfull "miss know-it-all perfect", she is smug and arrogant, a tattleteller, bossy, envious, hypocrite, nagging yada yada. Ok first yes, she wants at all costs to be a perfect girl, is a personal achievement and she works hard for it and usually with her good plans, good results and good grades and be praised for being polite she gets her way so she feels pride out of it and that's why she is smug and arrogant and the appeal of this is that she actually is far from being perfect, we saw her fail a lot and not being right all the time, we see her feeling the consequences of being too proud and stubborn refusing to accept she could be wrong, she is bossy but she isn't an indisputable tyrant ruler, her sisters would and will disobey if they disagree with her and she can't stop them, she has been mean but all the sisters had at some point, we all have been mean at some point but it's not a Princess Morebucks kind of character in general she is very nice, she is kind and polite, she wants to do what she thinks is best and right, she means well even when she is wrong and regrets it if she is wrong, she believes in Justice, she likes to learn and that's why she is so smart and a good strategic leader, also even if she is most of the time confident she has lots of insecurities and in her quest of being the perfect girl she wants to be she becomes a drama queen when she fails big and overreacts badly, she can be clumsy, can lie to cover her ass, she is playful and naughty, she makes jokes and pranks, she has no problem showing love (less intense than bubbles and less shy than buttercup), she always looks at bubbles in a fondly way and even if she fights a lot with buttercup they show mutual sisterly love, she is really a very nice girl. Her biggest fear is failure, that's why she is a miss perfect, it's relatable! I remember the special interview when she got sassy because she was called the smart one and she said she didn't like it because the smart one is the "boring" one and then she goes full jealousy over her sisters (i lost it 😂 when she said: "what makes bubbles the cute one?" "I'm cute! Look at this bow!"), Saying she is smart cute and tough the whole package 😂, all three are the whole package but she stands out for being smart.

BUTTERCUP: The jerk with the golden heart, lot of spice our dear childhood tomboy, a girl who liked to show people who is boss💪😎 and could have the roughest attitude while wearing a dress 👊💅, she was an icon for those tomboy girls or girls who had a tomboy phase in childhood, she was a girl who in general liked "boyish" things and sometimes girl things too, she could do both perfectly: a girly giggle and a war battle scream, i can kick your ass wearing a skirt. Often she was mean or even a bully sometimes towards people or her sisters, the one who gets more often in trouble because she is a hot headed impulsive girl, she isn't very polite, misbehaves, is reckless, is stubborn, she could be insensitive, she gets into fights with her sisters easily and gets carried away with the villains, she doesn't consider herself good at school and gets defensive about it but tries hard to prove she could do good as a leader too, she gets angry easily, she can be greedy, selfish... Yeah all that stuff but damn! She is such a really good girl, the contrast of all that with her other side, her vulnerable side... The way she loves just as intensely as her sisters, how despite not liking being a sap she happily let's her dad give her hugs and kisses, she can be brutal but she can feel an intense guilt for her actions and gets sad and frustrated with herself, how much she works hard to look tough and strong that she ends up being too rough and mean... Don't misunderstand my girl, she also learns from her mistakes, she can be extremely friendly, even if she isn't very trusting she gave people second chances, she has a temper but she isn't grumpy all the time, she always tries to have fun with her sisters and friends, is so obvious how much she loves her family and dear she is so shy... Also she is the one who struggles the most with emotions and is on guard with her feelings but she is the one who first got a crush that made her act sweet, shy and dreamy and got her heart broken 💔, the first thing she did? Hug her sisters, yep she is introduced as someone who doesn't like mushy stuff or being affectionate but like I said she has no problem when her dad gives her love and also buttercup herself gives hugs and even kisses when she is happy enough to forget she is suposed to be too tough to be that sweet. How can you not relate with her at some point? How unfair is that she didn't get a special power, at least you could say she is the one with more stamina when it comes to physical strength, i mean the girl likes to punch giant hunks of meat as a hobby, she works out off duty she absolutely deserves the title of the toughest fighter.

BUBBLES: Here she is! My sweet best girl!🥰 Cute and sweet until you cross her! My personal favorite! I can relate to her because when you have a certain personality or tastes sometimes people doesn't takes you seriously, i mean for example people who is energetic and always looks too happy is often misjudged by others as "stupid" or "clueless" as if you could never be serious and they infantilize you (I've been through that) and also because she is the artistic one.

So if Blossom is the brain 🧠 and Buttercup is the muscle 💪 Bubbles is definitely the heart 🩵 of the team, the glue that keeps them together. It's been said that she doesn't deserve her popularity because the show favors her too much or something, like she doesn't get in trouble for her actions, well aside certain episode I'll say that is mostly untrue, she gets reprimanded for her misbehavior as much as her sisters. Then what else? She is a crybaby, she is too naive, oversensitive, too emotional, coward, an airhead, too childish, too loud and also stupid and spoiled WOW, for starters there's nothing wrong with being naive she just want to see the bright side, her sisters have been deceived as well lots of times, even Blossom, she is sensitive and cries a lot but we see her trying and struggling to be strong too, she doesn't hide her emotions and that will make her better at process her feelings than anyone who hides them, also sensitive or emotional she is no pushover, normally she let's someone else defend her because is not in her nature to jump straight into an argument but if there is no one to defend her she will stand up by herself but when it comes to defend others she won't hesitate, she doesn't like when their sisters argue but she doesn't have any problem fighting them if she is provoked, she can be really sassy and her sassiness is hilarious, she likes to tease too and is mischievous, yes Bubbles can be naughty, she is playful and plays cute on purpose to get her way so she isn't stupid (she has her shining moments), she is also a lot more humble than her sisters since she doesn't describe herself as better than them but just AS good as them (or as strong and as mean) anytime when she gets her strength questioned because of her cuteness and whoever underestimated her will soon regret it, she is scared of the dark or bugs or certain monsters, that doesn't make her a coward that makes her brave because she still confronts them regardless and she is really so extra sometimes 😂😂 is so funny! Also she is the most open and affectionate of the trio! She'll hug everyone and she loves so easily (ok on that i can't relate 🙃) she is also energetic, empathetic and positive honestly... Best sweet girl ever!! She really owns the sugar!

See? Characters full of flaws and virtues!! The magic of a three dimensional character well done is just how relatable they are, this three superpowered little girls are just so human. Every reason to love them! And why they deserve respect if you're going to make a reboot of them... So Craig great cartoon Creator we'll leave it in your hands 🙏🥺

[paledoptera]

I must know!!! What is your process to creating and composing melodies? What do you use as inspiration for some of your original tracks? The Flipside Blackbear OST you made all those years ago is a great example! Your melodies are so complex and creative and I can only dream of writing some that well :)

https://youtu.be/CoKbd6kG9rc?feature=shared

This one is the style I try to aim for, I just gotta know how you come up with this stuff!! 🙏🙏🙏

im actually gonna split this question up into two parts because HOLY SHIT i am surprised someone remembers flipside so flipside pieces was this fnaf world fangame i was working on years ago. it went through a lot of weird changes over time. first it was gonna basically be a fnaf world 2, then it was changed to like a world-hopping thing, then it was gonna be closer to like a mario & luigi style, etc. (the only remnants of flipside i have left are these two videos)

anyways so, blackbear was gonna be a mini teaser-game involving a glitchy version of fredbear. if i remember correctly it was gonna be sort of like princess quest from help wanted. flipside pieces was the full game i was making, blackbear was more like a tiny demo.

(i've always liked the purple-black missing texture aesthetic. i just think it looks kinda cool!!!) anyways i cancelled the project a while ago because of Reasons. when someone reuploaded the soundtrack i had posted for flipside pieces, they accidentally attributed it to blackbear because that's what the game page looked like at the time. if you want to listen to the old flipside stuff, here's a playlist of reuploaded music i made!!! (a lot of these i've actually remade or repurposed for other projects!)

ANYWAYS SO PART 2: HOW I WRITE MELODIES

answering a question like this is quite difficult. it's like a hair away from "where do you get your ideas", which the answer to is just... think of them. i dunno?? it's hard to teach creativity for a multitude of reasons which i won't go into here but i'll give this particular branch of the question a shot: when i'm writing new material, more often than not i actually start with instrumentation. i'll flip through different samples and see if i find something i like, then try and dot down a few notes. from experience i find having some baseline knowledge on music theory helps a lot with trying to write music, you have some basic guidelines to follow. i've actually been trying to write simpler melodies lately. complicated melodies are more fun to listen to, but they don't really stick around in your head. when melodies are TOO complicated, they can become kind of muddy in a way. like it's all being blended together. i think it's also more interesting to me when styles are being blended together. listen to a lot of different genres of music and try and see if you can put some defining elements of them into something you're writing. apart from all that, most of it just comes down to practice. write a bunch of melodies and eventually you'll naturally get some kind of style of your own!!

i hope this was vaguely helpful!!

[nevermindirah]

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🍬 Do you write for multiple fandoms? If yes, what is your favorite fic of yours for each fandom?

I do! Overwhelmingly TOG these past few years but I may still write more MCU here or there. My very favorite of my MCU fics is the one I'm afraid I may never write: Eartha Grit, in which Sam Wilson is a drag queen. How the hell to choose between my TOG babies I have no idea, so I'll pick one on impulse: every shutter click I wish was a kiss. We really knocked it out of the park with that one 🙏

🤔 Would you ever want to write something canon if you got the opportunity?

I have no desire to face any of the stresses of professional fiction writing, and I don't think that's where my skills are at, but I would leap at the chance to contribute to the story outlining that would result in Daisy Johnson officially returning to the MCU. They should've put her in The Marvels! She would have such interesting relationships with Monica and Kamala especially!! But since they didn't go this route I'm sure I can find other fun and exciting ways to get her on movie screens. Kevin Feige don't call me just accept my emails pls and thank <3

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

I would die of joy and come right back screaming with delight if someone made fanart of my work. Two very different scenes pop immediately to mind. One: the moment in Wouf Wouf when Nile is enjoying a gentle wake-up cuddle with her wolfy bestie and its following moment where all of a sudden a very hot very naked human man is halfway pinning her to the bed. Two: Olympic gold medalist Nile and her hockey player doing something cute, like for example trying out a pairs skating lift. ok also Three: anything from every shutter click I wish was a kiss >:)

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

saving the best for last. have TWO snippets! <333333333

(fanfic writer asks!)

Meeka/Vincent

It has now been fully three days since Meeka has had a proper workout. This trip was supposed to include at least a little light mountain climbing! Snow is still piling up and at this rate she doubts she’ll get to do more than snowshoe a few meters to the airport taxi when it’s finally safe to leave the cabin.

Her circuit between her bedroom, the kitchen, and the far side of the living room with its cozy fireplace is laughably inadequate exercise. The lack of better options is starting to make her physically itch.

The summit organizers are doing their level best to continue with the planned events over video conference, but some of the delegates aren’t showing the same commitment to the summit’s success, and some of the unplanned moments of an in-person meeting that get people to see each other’s humanity across political difference are simply impossible to recreate online. Meeka is finding each session more frustrating than the last.

She was able to keep her one-on-ones with the principals from Haiti, Brazil, Bangladesh, and Vietnam, all of which went well, and she’s going to have an exciting follow-up call when she gets home with the leaders of Vietnam’s solar program. Both Egypt and Mexico had to cancel on her due to tension headaches from all the unexpected screen time. A video call from home in a week or two is just as good as a video call from nearby cabins they can’t leave on this frozen mountain, or perhaps better, without the frustration of cabin fever.

Last night’s video happy hour with some of her friends and their friends and a handful of new allies was decently amusing! Though a good portion of it was spent ragging on France, which brought one of the largest delegations to this trainwreck and yet had not a single representative at that afternoon’s Francophone countries roundtable discussion. Extraordinarily disrespectful.

Meeka declined invitations to social events tonight. Eye strain hasn’t gotten to her, thankfully, but her temper can only take so much frustration. She needs a break from screens. She needs to move.

When she logs off after the last of the day’s sessions and leaves her bedroom, she finds Vincent on the floor with Mila.

Sugar Daddy AU

(this is a rougher draft prose-wise but the vibes are there!)

“Boys, this is my friend Nile I’ve told you about.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Nile,” says Philippe.

Jean Pierre says a quiet hi but his lip is trembling. As they move into the living room and Booker offers Nile a glass of water, JP bursts into tears. Booker scoops up JP to comfort him, murmurs all kinds of reassurances. Philippe goes and gets Nile a glass of water.

Nile’s heart melts for this kid. She was only a year older than him when her dad was wounded in action and she recognizes the turmoil behind the responsible-kid exterior.

Nile asks him about his pottery and they talk about that for a little bit while Booker sees to JP. When things are starting to calm down, she tells Philippe that he was very brave and responsible tonight, reassures him that Dad’s home now and you can relax, it’s all going to be ok. Booker of course overhears this and melts over how great Nile is.

They’d had snacks at Astra’s party but ended up leaving before eating a real dinner, and the boys hadn’t eaten yet either when Joe started having trouble breathing, so now everybody’s hungry. Before either of the adults can really think through logistics or say the should-say things like “I can call you a car to the MARC station” or “I should probably leave y’all to it”, Philippe asks if Nile is going to stay for dinner.

“Yeah, Papa, can she?” JP adds. “We could watch a movie!”

The boys egg each other on about yeah! Let’s watch a movie! Booker sets the oven to preheat then asks if he can talk to Nile for a moment in the other room.

“I’m sorry to just invite myself over like this,” Nile says. “I should—”

“If you’d rather not stay I could—”

They both trail off and look at each other.

“What’s for dinner?” Nile asks.

Booker looks down, sheepish. “Pizza casserole.”

“I bet it’s delicious. You wouldn’t mind if I stayed?”

“If you want to stay, you’re very welcome.”

[gurugirl]

sooooo my car had a flat tire so i had to uber to work and my bf would pick me up today, the thing is ive had this terrrrible migraine (i get them like 4 times a week) so i left work early today in an uber cause my bf was at his job…. tell me why this uber driver who didn’t say one word to me the whole ride (i like it like that i don’t like talking to people especially after working all day plus battling a migraine) sat in his car, in MY DRIVEWAY!! texting me thru the uber app asking for my number and giving me his (after i didn’t respond) and didn’t end the ride after i was home for 10 mins??

tell me if i’m overreacting but i canceled the ride myself cause i was uncomfortable, took my tip back and reported him to uber 😭

Oh my god babe! I'm so sorry that happened to you! How scary :( I'm glad you reported him, that's unacceptable and weird behavior! LIKE NO THANK YOU LEAVE MY PROPERTY BYE PLEASE 🙏

Ughhhh... I'm glad you're okay but I'm sorry about your migraines. Migraines are the worst 😤. They can ruin the best day or even just a regular ol' mundane day even! I hope you feel better my love 💕

xoxo

[headkiss]

I have a chronic illness (POTS) that makes me prone to passing out from my heart rate dropping super low. Maybe have a little fic about Eddie taking care of the reader after a bad flare or Eddie’s first time seeing the reader get sick? Please and thank you!

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hi lovely!!! tysm for the request i hope u like it! <3 please let me know if anything’s inaccurate | 0.6k words

The day started with a headache, which wasn’t rare for you in the slightest. Your pain relief was reminding yourself that you had plans with Eddie. Though, that only went so far.

He’s an incredible boyfriend. Sweet and patient, understanding. You’ve had to cancel plans on harder days time and time again and not once has he complained.

Sometimes, you can’t even believe you’ve found him.

You missed him, and you wanted to see him, so you knocked on his door just as planned.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he greets you with that grin of his.

“Hi.”

“Feeling okay today?” He asks.

“My head hurts. It’s not that bad.”

He nods, but he knows you’re probably downplaying it for his sake. He ushers you inside with an arm thrown over your shoulders and a kiss to the top of your head.

“How about we stay in and binge movies?”

“Depends,” you say. “Will you cuddle me?”

“Will I- who do you think you’re talking to?” He guides you to the couch once you’ve taken your shoes and jacket off, leaving you to grab some blankets and coming back with his arms full. “Yeah, I’m gonna cuddle the shit out of you.”

Being with Eddie is easy, a no-brainer. He brings you the sort of stability that’s hard to come by in your life, and you could never thank him enough for it.

The first movie is his pick, one you’ve both seen a bunch (mostly together). The lightheadedness doesn’t come until about halfway through. Again, it’s not uncommon, so you try to breathe through it.

It doesn’t work for long, and you reach weakly for Eddie’s hand. He gives it to you without question.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“I might faint,” you warn him.

You’re not sure how Eddie hasn’t seen you have an episode yet, but it’s very, very likely that he’s about to.

He’s nervous. Of course he is. You’ve told him what to do, how to help you best, and he’s known about your POTS since your first date, but he’s still nervous. Eddie doesn’t want to do anything that might hurt you.

He squeezes your hand in his.

It’s not long after that your eyes are fluttering, your hand loosening its hold. Your body leans forward, headed off the couch, but Eddie uses his free hand to catch you as gently as possible, redirecting you so your head rests on his shoulder.

His hand strokes over your hair softly, smoothing it away from your face. Through your episode he’s whispering quiet ‘you’re okay’s and ‘I’ve got you’s. He’s reassuring himself and you.

Eddie can’t help but think of how strong you are. To be such a bright person dealing with so much. He turns his head and kisses yours for it.

It’s only a couple of minutes, but to him, it feels like hours before you rouse, blinking your eyes open slowly and grasping his hand back.

“Hi, baby,” he says quietly.

“Hi. What happened?”

He knows about the brain fog, too. He simply continues to pet your hair and says, “you had an episode. I’ve got you, though.”

“Okay.”

It takes a bit longer for you to come back to him fully, but he’d hold you all day if it helped.

Eventually, you push yourself up to look at him, your head off his shoulder but hand still stuck in his. His grasp isn’t tight, but it’s unfailing.

“You okay?”

“Mhm. Thank you.”

You feel like a simple ‘thank you’ isn’t enough. Eddie’s the best person you know, and he’s supportive in a way you never thought existed in a boy. You bring his hand to your mouth and press a kiss into his knuckles.

“No problem.”

[neteyamslovrr]

hey love, i just wanted to tell you how AMAZING you are at writing and i would inject all of your works into my veins if i could 😩🙏🙏 and i was wondering if you could pls do numbers 18 + 24 with neteyam for your 2k event(congrats!!💕🥳)

DATE NIGHT

hi lovely thanku sm for your kind words!! for context i changed the wording of prompt 18 slightly so it made more sense in the context. hope u enjoy lovelies!!

Every week you and Neteyam would designate a night to yourselves. Where there was no worries about the sky people or the burdens of leadership. It was just two souls loving each other, breathing in the company of the other.

Today was that day. You were looking forward to it dearly as your morning was swamped with taking care of the injured, collecting herbs and creating more medicine for the Tsa’hik. All you wanted was to lay in the strong arms of your beloved while listening to his heartbeat.

So as dusk approached, and you were starting to pack up your things you heard the familiar steps of your mate. Looking up you saw his smiling face, happy to see you after such a long day his strong arms took you in for a tight embrace. “I missed you today beautiful.” His ran his hands up and down your back, squeezing you tight as he felt the tension in his body leave him.

“I missed you more.” You mumbled into his skin, pressing light kisses to his collarbone. “Are we going out tonight ‘Teyam?” His body stiffened under your touch, his happy smile turning in a disappointed frown.

“Dad just told me that there’s intel of sky-people transporting weapons, we would’ve planned for it better, but we only just got the news. I think we’ll have to move tonight.” He was disappointed, he didn’t like to cancel on you, especially when you were the only one he wanted to be with.

You nodded, you couldn’t argue with him. You lived in war, this was life. But you cant help but be disappointed, you looked forward to being with him tonight. “Well, you be safe okay? I always need you to come back to me.” Neteyam smiled, giving you a soft kiss on the lips, fingers grazing your hips.

“I always will.” You gave him one last kiss before he went to his ikran. With a sigh you finished packing up your stuff.

You had taken the liberty to walk towards the river, bioluminescent lily pads decorating the water as you kicked your feet in the cool water.

The anxiety that took over you whenever Neteyam was involved in the war was gut-wrenching. Worries that he wouldn’t make it back to you was enough to make you feel as if you could cry until your tears suffocated you.

The river was always a calm place for you, the soft stream of the water, the sounds of the wildlife around you, the comforting smell of the flora. It was bliss to you. The only thing that would make it better would be for your mate to share the bliss with you.

However, that bliss left quickly as you heard a rustle in the bushes behind you. Ears perked up, knife ready to be used as you left the river crouching in a hostile position.

But it was no danger as the sound revealed itself. It was your beloved, Neteyam. “Be calm it is just me.” He put his hands up as you put your knife back your sheath.

“Do not scare me like that!” You gave him a light push, as he chuckled nodding. “Why are you here? Should you not be with Jake? Did you cancel plans for me?” Neteyam nodded, his hand coming up to brush the stray hairs out of your face.

“I wouldn’t say cancel, but it was not a mission where I was needed so father let me go. So I could spend the night with my beautiful girl.” You pulled him into a tight hug, rocking him side to side as joy took over you. Happy that you got to have your date night with him.

“I am so glad you’re here yawne, how mad would you be if I kissed you?” Neteyam gave you a confused look.

“Why would I ever be mad to be kissed by you?”

“I am just happy you’re here, my brain is malfunctioning.” Neteyam smiled down at you, how could anyone be this precious.

“You’re a skxwang.”

“Hey!”

“A pretty skxwang!” Neteyam laughed bringing you closer to his body, so your chests touched. Leaning down to enclose your lips in a kiss, sharing the love and care to you towards the connection of your bodies. “Would my pretty girl like to go for a swim tonight?”

“Of course I would, my handsome boy.”

tags: @8resa @ilovejakesullysdick @neteyamsblog @live-laugh-neteyam @reyalvr @trashfox

thankyou sm for reading!!