#jins biggest fan

[dixsomnix]

🥹Just trying to catch them all😭

JINS BIGGEST FAN BUT I DONT HAVE SR AND WEDDING JIN SOMEONE PLEASE GIVE ME THEIR LUCK😭😭😭

PLEASE STOP BEING SO PRETTY AND REAPPEARING SO OFTEN TO WASTE MY DIAS🥹

[cod-dump]

Teen!Gaz: *chilling in his room on his bed reading*

Teen!Gaz: *slowly puts his book down when he hears teen!Ghost loudly start coming up the stairs*

Teen!Ghost: *opens the door and swings it into the wall, flicking the light to teen!Gaz’s room before he marches in and jumps on the end of the bed*

Teen!Gaz: *glares at him as teen!Ghost wiggles around, messing up the pillows that teen!Gaz had just rearranged*

Teen!Ghost: *gets off the bed, grabbing two of the pillows before he leaves the room, turning off the light and leaving the door open*

Teen!Horangi, who was sitting at teen!Gaz’s desk the whole time: So, is having a brother like having an at home bully?

Teen!Gaz, eye twitching: More like an at home MORTAL ENEMY

Teen!Ghost: *laughs from down the hall*

[xviistrings]

jin shirato bust up part 2 who cheered

[iristial]

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP THE WORLD IS HEALING 🫂🫂

Zero One cast mini reunion and an obligatory henshin pose group shot (feat. LuPato alumni Shogo Hama and Ryo Yokoyama)!! 💛💛

[ntaras]

you hate kung jin because he is annoying. i love kung jin because he is annoying.

[ofqueensandwitches]

My dad’s reaction toward “Crash Landing on You”

Before watching it: “This looks interesting, but you know how I feel about romantic drama shows. I watch it just because it’s super popular.”

When he started watching it: “This is perhaps one of the best Eastern Asian shows I’ve ever watched.”

Throughout the whole show: “Gu Seung-jun is the best character. He’s so perfectly written in every way, and that Kim Jung-hyun did well portraying him.”

At the end of the show: “That ending is garbage and I won’t ever forgive them for killing Gu Seung-jun.”

After was done watching it: “I want– no, I need you to write me a fix-it fic, Elle.”

[marymekpop]

⟢ highlight of the hour: my dearest [21/21] ⟣

before and after

[admirableadmiranda]

Hi! What's your opinion on the potential of some kind of reconciliation between between JZX and WWX after marriage to JYL in either a canon or au setting?

Hi! So I'm not opposed to it in theory, especially given that they have a neutral ground and reason why to get along in the future now, since they both love Jiang Yanli and she would want them to not fight every time.

That being said I'm often opposed to it in practice as usually the onus of behaving better and making the first overture is placed upon Wei Wuxian and it's treated as unreasonable for him to not trust that Jin Zixuan has changed for the better entirely when Jin Zixuan is usually still treating him as crappily as he did when they were younger without ever seeming to understand why Wei Wuxian disliked Jin Zixuan so much.

They have a negative history based off of Jin Zixuan deciding to take out his anger at his engagement on his betrothed, refusing to ever even consider her politely despite the fact that neither one of them had a say in the matter, and he can be very nasty to Wei Wuxian for not letting his angry words slide. I have read his and Wei Wuxian's altercations often enough to note that he never says a kind word to Wei Wuxian in the novel, no matter how he's talking to Jiang Yanli at the time.

Most all stuff I've seen with them reconciling tends to ignore all of the vitriol and stuff that Jin Zixuan slings Wei Wuxian's way and puts any difficulties on Wei Wuxian supposedly being unreasonable when in the novel, he never gets anything to confirm that he will be better towards Jiang Yanli now and has his concerns dismissed by Jiang Cheng when he brings them up. If it were a fic in which Jin Zixuan made the same awkward apologies and sincere attempts to apologize to Wei Wuxian, I would have no problem with the premise. It's just the part where it's only Wei Wuxian that has to improve his attitude that puts me off with it in canon or AU.

So in short, good idea in theory, have yet to see it executed in a way that actually makes me believe it!

[startijoy]

Finally posting something

[dixsomnix]

MERI CHRIST-MAS EVERYONE!

Here’s a drawing of a few of my favs and me wishing y’all a joyful Christmas!🎄

Drawing base reference linked below!

[quietasfire]

i have a really bad shirt idea

[suhtorus]

₊˚ʚ 🌱 little sunshines au. masterlist

a jjk au where domestic fluff and parenthood are the main tropes.

fluff‐parents au. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ non sorcerer/curse au, domesticity, use of nicknames for the babies (nugget, mochi, squirt), mom!reader, mentions of pregnancy

all kids remain unnamed, apart from the already existing ones

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ ‐ɢᴏᴊᴏ sᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ

head of the gojo clan. after marrying his wife, he locked her in his estate with him. she ended up popping three healthy babies in the span of five years.

notes:

his precious mochi consist of two boys, aged 5 and 2 years old, and an eight month old baby girl—the three of them look like satoru

your two boys are huge fans of 'fishies'

kiss it better

something's fishy

mama's day

crybaby

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ ‐ɢᴇᴛᴏ sᴜɢᴜʀᴜ

cannibalism

—

the geto residence had been nothing but a girly sanctuary for the past few years. suguru, as the only man, faced a harsh reality check when the latest addition to his family, a baby boy, stole the hearts of every girl in his home.

notes:

suguru is so used to handling girls that he's still a bit lost with his little boy

the baby wants you all the time, and suguru is a little sad that he's not being favored

joyride

—

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ ‐ғᴜsʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴛᴏᴊɪ

his biggest nightmare came true once his baby girl began to talk. she keeps him on his toes, a little princess that easily empties her daddy's wallet by asking for toys—expensive ones.

notes:

your baby girl wants to do everything you do: hair, makeup, nails. toji grows a gray hair each time she demands to get her tiny toes painted like mama

tsumiki (6) likes to say that the baby (2) is her doll, and little megumi (4) makes sure his puppies watch over his baby sister while she naps

!! technically speaking, toji's still a zenin + megumi and tsumiki are yours. so they'll be referenced as the zenin's/zenin kids !!

strawberry shortcake

copycat

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ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ ‐ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ sᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ

his home has not known peace ever since his wife gave birth to their twins, a boy and a girl. he barely made it out of the 'terrible twos' unscathed, but now that they're three and way more talkative, he's starting to reconsider his life decisions.

notes:

the boy is a menace, always play fighting with his dad, while the girl is shy and cries around him

both toddlers get pretty calm and soft around you. sukuna says you hexed them

!! for the sake of the plot, sukuna is jin's brother, making him an itadori. choso and yuuji are step brothers (choso is kaori's son) !!

uncle yuuji

ugly mornings

mall santa

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ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ ‐ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ

preschool teacher with a concerning amount of patience. all of the kids know him because he's their art and crafts teacher, a very popular class among the children.

notes:

first grade (2-3 year olds): itadori twins, gojo's youngest son, and zenin's youngest daughter.

second grade (4-5 year olds): gojo's eldest son, megumi, and yuuji.

third grade (6 year olds): tsumiki, nanako, and mimiko.

first day

be my valentine?

[quimichi]

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ THEIR CONTACT NAMES FOR YOU wholesome & cursed

AN: just a super random idea, also ran out of contact name ideas

Aether 》Mine forever 》2nd Emergency food

Albedo 》Love 》(just your number)

Amber 》My BunBun 》Traveler

Al-Haitham 》Y/N <3 》Kaveh 2.0

Arlecchino 》My dear 》My annoying dear

Ayaka 》Dance partner for life 》Simp

Ayato 》Mrs/Mr Kamisato 》Professional Yapper

Baizhu 》Cure to everything 》Antidepressiva

Barbara 》Angel 》Wants to bash my stalkers head

Beidou 》Hot bbg 》Mommy issues

Bennett 》Lucky charm 》(accidentally blocked you and broke his phone)

Capitano 》Dearest Y/n 》Y/n L/n

Candace 》Dessert Flower 》Dehya's bestie

Charlotte 》Model 》My stalking victim

Chevreuse 》Babe 》Chrispy Fries

Childe 》My Girly 》Baby boo boo snuggly poo

Chongyun 》Sweet as ice 》Popsicle 🍦🧊💦

Clorinde 》Darling 》0/10 would lose in a fight against me

Collei 》Flower 🌺 》Jokes as bad as Cyno's

Columbina 》Hummingbird 》They're next 🔪

Cyno 》Love them from my head 🍅's 》Love them from my head 🍅's

Dainsleif 》My star 》Traveler Y/n

Dehya 》Princess 》Lil spoiled princess/brat ♡

Diluc 》The burning flame within my heart 》Y/n

Diona 》Big sis/bro/sibling

Dottore 》Little Labrat 》Subject 291

Dori 》10/10 wouldn't sell

Eula 》My Passion 》 (just your number)

Faruzan 》Lover from another timeline 》Grandkid

Fischl 》My dearest lover of the night 》Diener der Verurteilung

Freminet 》Pengu 》Fathers first pick

Furina 》Bubsibaby 》My Maccaroni

Ga Ming 》babes 💞 》Boss

Ganyu 》Love 》Pillow

Gorou 》Forever my mate 》No, not my "owner"

Hu Tao 》Forever mine even in afterlife 》Possible good advertisement once I'm done

Jean 》Dandelion 》The Traveler (Y/n)

Heizou 》Hottest babe everrr 》🍑🍑🍑

Itto 》MINE RAWR 》barkabakewooofwofbrakk

Kazuha 》My dearest Y/n 💞 》he's to wholesome for this

Kaeya 》Snowflake 》Side chicken (he's joking dw)

Kaveh 》My world/everything/love/baby/boo bear 》Mommy

Keqing 》Love 💜 》Housewife/husband/caretaker

Kinich 》Most important thing in my life 》Gf/bf/lv

Kirara 》Kitty 》Owner

Klee 》Partner in crime

Kokomi 》Little Jellyfish 》Bloopfish 🤍

Layla 》Sleepyhead #2 》Good Pillow, Good nap partner

Lisa 》Big cutie 》Book due since: 1 week 🔪

Lumine 》Big Baby, but mine 》Another Paimon

Lynette 》Catlover 》My Y/n

Lyney 》My rose 》Father approved

Mika 》I'll find them everywhere 》The one who never forgets me

Mona 》My future 》Dies by old age, 2091

Mualani 》Wookie Pookie 》Them in swimwear 💯

Nahida 》My best friend the flower 🪷

Navia 》Sweets 》Yummy baby

Neuvillette 》Fiance

Nilou 》Dance buddy 》Hopless, can't dance

Ningguang 》Princess/Prince/Royalty 》Gold digger

Noelle 》Rosie 》Lazy

Pantalone 》Sugar baby 》Spoiled brat

Pierro 》Darling 》Y/n M/n L/n

Pulcinella 》Dearest Y/n 》(your number)

Qiqi 》Y/n

Raiden 》Sweets 》The one that cooks

Razor 》Y/n but mispronounced

Rosaria 》Y/n <3 》A sinner

Sandrone 》Doll ♡ 》Doll nr.72

Sara 》Love forever 》Member 28 of the Raiden Shogun fan club

Sayu 》Nyummmm

Scaramouche 》My bitch 》That bitch idk

Sethos 》Babes 🔥 》Can't cook for shit, almost died

Shenhe 》My Y/n 》Y/n L/n (from ___)

Shinobu 》Milk (she's Kuki) 》also has mommy issues

Succrose 》Code 143 》Human experiment 81.01

Thoma 》their houshusband 》Miss Ayakas best friend

Tighnari 》My Padisara 》Laughs at Cynos jokes

Venti 》Windblume 》Non-alcoholic

Wriothesley 》Bbg/bbb/baby 》Solid daddy issues

Xiangling 》Yummiest 》Bleh but mhh

Xiao 》My Human 》(didn't even give you a contact name lol)

Xianyun 》My beautiful 》Y/n

Xilonen 》a beautiful creation 》wtf did their parents make??

Xinyan 》MY ROCKSTAR ☆ 》that one with no taste in music

Xingqiu 》The most beautiful 》(a ugly nickname lol)

Yae Miko 》🦊💞 》My simp

Yanfei 》JUSTICEMAKER 》horny jail time

Yaoyao 》Big sister/brother/sibling Y/n 🌱

Yelan 》Pretty one 》The next

Yoimiya 》CAUSE BABY YOURE A FIIIIIREWORK 》Almost blew them up, oops

Yun Jin 》My biggest fan 》Y/n - no rhythm

Zhongli 》Y/n (you're his only contact lol)

[thatswhatsushesaid]

#maybe he secretly just has bad aim and no one wants to admit it#like in biling lake oops#sms coulda berated him for that but bless that boy he doesn't spare a single second in this moment for anyone but JGY 🥺#LWJ being petty towards the person who saved his brother's life and his sect and the entire cultivation world from wen ruohan#to the point of maiming him permanently for no reason#would certainly be a choice#lwj critical (via @jin-zixun)

bless su minshan for having his head on straight in that moment, he knows what is most important

but more seriously, and this is related to a conversation i was just having this morning with @confusion-and-more, i think this dissonance comes down to the disconnect between the framing of scenes in the show (e.g., the camera angles, the sinister music) and the actual actions that we see jin guangyao taking. because the framing communicates nefarious, evil intent! consider all the sinister music when wangxian are investigating the guangyin temple, jin guangyao's shakespearean villain monologues, etc. the show is doing all it can to make you suspicious of everything he's doing, so like, i'm not harshing on anyone who doesn't clock this incongruence right away.

one thing we do know about jin guangyao is that if he wants someone dead, for any reason, they normally end up dead. he's great at follow-through.

these are an awful lot of not-dead OR seriously injured hostages for someone to keep hanging around when we know he could easily kill all of them. their spiritual powers are sealed; jiang cheng specifically has a non-fatal chest injury; jin guangyao still has su she for backup. they could easily clean house if that is what jin guangyao wanted to do.

he doesn't do it, though. but the framing still makes him out to be this sinister threat to the lives of everyone in the temple, and it doesn't help that cql deliberately never addresses who jin guangyao was in the temple to retrieve in the first place. it's only if you've read the novel that you realize he's there to retrieve meng shi's remains, but if you're a cql-only girlie, that mystery never gets solved, and there's no attention drawn to that plot hole after the fact. just like the framing doesn't really spend much time on encouraging you to question why the fuck lan wangji just cut off jin guangyao's arm.

tl;dr what a mess.

--- this post has been added to my dreamwidth meta archive here: https://thatswhatsushewrote.dreamwidth.org/5342.html

it's been /checks my watch, 2 years since the first time i watched cql, and i'm still annoyed that lan wangji cuts off jin guangyao's arm after he's just demonstrably proven that he was never actually a threat to jin ling's life.

[cyberyam]

biggest fan.

Pairing: MaskedSinger!Sung Jin-Woo x Fan!Reader

cw: smut; fan x celebrity

Summary: Fan!Reader catches the eye of anonymous singer MaskedSinger!Sung Jin-Woo

❥ divider by @bunnysrph

❥ inspiration - Sleep Token

MaskedSinger!Sung Jin-Woo; stood on stage, chest heaving as he fought to steady his breath between sets. The heat beneath his hooded costume was suffocating, sweat trailing down his temples and stinging his eyes beneath the mask.

“How are we feeling tonight?” he called out into his mic, his voice cutting through the air. The crowd answered with a deafening roar.

His gaze swept over the sea of faces, all chanting his alias, their phones raised to capture his every move. But then—his eyes landed on you.

Unlike the others, you weren’t recording. Your hands gripped the railing tight, your attention locked solely on him.

For a moment, the world shrank to just the two of you. Then, as if recognizing the unspoken challenge in your gaze, a slow, devilish smile curled his lips.

Despite the energy of the crowd surging around him, his focus remained on you—standing there, hands gripping the railing in anticipation, eyes locked onto his with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine.

Something about you sparked a fire in his chest, a rare feeling that had been buried under years of routine performances. Inspiration.

A new song came to mind, one he hadn’t planned to sing tonight.

His decision was made.

MaskedSinger!Sung Jin-Woo; thanked the crowed, and stole one last glance in your direction before he turned on his heel, striding offstage after another set. His band was huddled near the side, tuning their instruments or taking gulps of water, but they looked up as he approached.

“We’re changing the next song,” he announced, his voice still breathless from the last performance.

They exchanged glances, slightly surprised but unfazed. It wasn’t the first time he had switched things up last minute.

“To which one?” the guitarist asked, adjusting the strap of his instrument.

Sung Jin-Woo barely hesitated. “That one.”

A knowing smirk crossed the drummer’s face. “Feeling sentimental, huh?”

“Something like that,” he murmured, but his eyes were already searching the crowd again, finding you instantly.

Leaning in slightly, he gestured subtly toward the front row. “That one. I want security to bring her backstage after the show.”

The band exchanged amused glances, but no one questioned him.

“We’ll know to leave you alone,” the guitarist smirked.

With that settled, he adjusted his mask, rolled his shoulders, and stepped back into the spotlight, heart hammering harder than before.

This next song was for you.

MaskedSInger!Sung Jin-Woo; stepped back onto the stage, and the roar of the crowd swelled in that moment, but to him, it all faded into white noise. His heartbeat thundered louder in his ears as his gaze locked onto yours once more, unwavering, unshaken.

He stepped forward, gripping the mic, his voice carrying over the sea of people.

“There’s a certain someone out here tonight,” he called into his mic, eyes never leaving yours. “Someone this next song is dedicated to.”

A ripple of excitement ran through the audience—whispers, shouts, phones lifting to capture the moment. But he didn’t care about any of that. The only thing that mattered was the way your breath hitched, the way your gaze intensified, the way your hands tightened on the railing as if bracing yourself.

And then, the first notes played, and the crowd roared in response.

It wasn’t just a song—it was a confession, a raw, unfiltered outpouring of emotion. His voice was low, rich, dripping with something deeper than just performance. Every lyric seemed meant for you, each word laced with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

As the music swelled, so did his presence. He prowled the stage, but no matter where he moved, his eyes found you—burned into you. And then, as the bridge hit, he did something no one expected.

He dropped to his knees.

Right in front of you, stretching out his free arm as if trying to caress your face.

The world around you ceased to exist. The lights, the screaming fans, the music—it all blurred into the background as he sang the final words, his gaze holding you captive. The moment stretched, charged with something electric, something unspoken.

And then the song ended. The string of your trance had snapped.

The crowd erupted into chaos, but he simply rose to his feet, a smirk tugging at his lips as he gave you one last lingering look before winking, and then turning to the audience.

“You've been a great audience! Goodnight!”

With that, he strode offstage, disappearing into the shadows for the final time that night, leaving the crowd aching for more.

You barely had a second to process what had just happened before a firm but polite voice cut through the noise.

“Excuse me, miss.”

You turned to see a security guard standing beside you, his expression unreadable beneath the flashing stage lights.

“You have been requested backstage,” he said, his voice calm but authoritative.

Your mind reeled. “What? Are you serious?”

The security guard merely nodded. “If you’d follow me.”

A million thoughts raced through your head. Was this really happening? Why you? What did he even want?

As you hesitated, the crowd pressed in, murmuring in confusion, some people throwing envious glances your way. The security guard, sensing your hesitation, offered a reassuring nod.

“He wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t mean it.”

Swallowing hard, you took a step forward. Then another.

And with that, you were led past the barricade, through the crowd, and into the unknown.

The hallway leading backstage felt like a blur—your heart pounded with every step as the security guard guided you through the dim corridors, past crew members who barely spared you a glance. The energy from the concert still buzzed in your veins, but now, a different kind of anticipation coiled in your stomach.

Finally, the guard stopped in front of a door, pushing it open without a word.

“In here.”

You stepped inside, and the door clicked shut behind you.

The room was dimly lit, empty except for a leather couch against the far wall and a table cluttered with water bottles and towels. But none of that mattered.

Because he was there.

The air in the room was thick with tension, humming with something dark and electric. The door had barely clicked shut behind you before you realized just how intimate the space was—just you and him, alone.

MaskedSinger!Sung Jin-Woo; stood before you, stripped of his elaborate costume, the heavy layers and hood discarded. But the mask remained. It still concealed his identity, shrouding him in mystery, his true face hidden beneath sleek black, revealing nothing but his mouth and chin.

Yet, even without it, he was devastating.

His bare torso gleamed under the dim, golden light, muscles taut from the lingering exertion of the performance. Sweat still clung to his skin, a slow trickle sliding down the sharp ridges of his abdomen before disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants—hanging just low enough to tease.

And he was watching you.

Not just with amusement, but with intent.

“You’re quiet,” he murmured, stepping closer, the heat of his body palpable even with the small space between you. His voice was lower now, smooth like silk, edged with something richer—something meant to entice.

Your throat went dry. You had been so captivated by him on stage, so entranced by the way he looked at you, sang to you, that you hadn’t truly considered what would happen if you came back here. If you faced him like this, with no screaming crowd, no blinding lights—just the weight of his presence and the sharp realization that you were utterly alone with him.

His head tilted slightly, as if reading your thoughts, reading you.

“You came all this way,” he mused, voice dipping into something dangerously soft. “And now you’re speechless?”

Your breath hitched as he reached for you, slow and deliberate, the backs of his fingers grazing along your arm before trailing down to your wrist. A featherlight touch, yet it sent heat curling low in your stomach.

“Tell me,” he murmured, his fingers now brushing the inside of your wrist, tracing your pulse. “Did you feel it?”

You swallowed. “Feel what?”

He exhaled a quiet chuckle, low and dark. “That pull. The final song was for you, you know?”

His grip firmed ever so slightly—not forceful, but enough to guide you, enough to let you feel just how easily he could close the space between you.

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as he leaned in, the sharp scent of sweat and cologne intoxicating this close. His lips hovered near your ear, his breath warm against your skin as he whispered, “Were you waiting for this?”

The question coiled around you, wrapping tight. He didn’t move back, didn’t step away. Instead, he waited—waited for you to answer, waited for you to make the choice.

And as your fingers twitched at your sides, as your pulse thundered against his touch, you knew there was no denying the him.

The air between you crackled with something raw, something dangerous. Sung Jin-Woo was on his knees, his masked face buried between your thighs, his hands gripping your hips with bruising intensity as he devoured you.

His breaths were ragged, strained, like a man starved, and you felt every bit of it in the way his tongue moved—hungry, desperate, possessive.

Your back arched, a broken moan escaping your lips as your fingers tangled in his hair, gripping, pulling—anything to anchor yourself as pleasure crashed over you in waves. But the way he growled in response, the vibrations sending another jolt of heat straight through your core, had your grip faltering.

"Your n-name—" You barely choked out before his hands tightened, his fingers pressing into your skin with warning.

"Don't," he rasped against you, his voice hoarse, ruined with restraint.

But you weren’t done. You needed to know, you wanted to taste it on your tongue, you wanted to plead it to him.

You gasped, tugging at his hair again, forcing him to look up. His eyes—those sharp, burning eyes—were wild, blown wide with lust. You could see it, the way he was barely holding on, the way his entire body was strung tight with need.

"Tell me your name," you whispered, breathless, desperate. "Please."

A sharp inhale. His fingers flexed on your thighs, his chest rising and falling like he’d just run miles, but still, he hesitated.

"Tell me." You arched into him, pleading. "Tell me know who you are."

His hands twitched, his entire body trembling with restraint. He wanted to. You could feel it, the way he lingered, the way he almost—almost—let the words slip past his lips. You knew he wanted to hear how his name sounded as you whimpered and moaned.

But then, with a guttural curse, he ripped himself away, staggering back as if touching you a second longer would ruin him.

His mask still hid his face, but his breaths were uneven, his control fractured.

"You're dangerous," he muttered as his licked his lips, voice thick, strained.

You propped yourself on your elbows, your body still thrumming, still aching for him. "And you’re running," you panted breathlessly.

Silence stretched between you, heavy, blistering. Then, he exhaled harshly, his fingers already reaching for the zipper of his pants.

"You want my name?" he murmured darkly, stepping forward, caging you in.

His hips pressed flush against yours, hard, unrelenting. You could feel his pulsing bulge against you.

MaskedSinger!Sung Jin-Woo; bent over you, lowering his head to your hear, you could feel his hot breath on your ear, sending a shiver through your body. "Then earn it."

© cyberyam