#my fucking god that face of his is insane

[bernardsbendystraws]

𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 — 𝐂.𝐒.

Synopsis: Chris can't fuck you in his balloon-filled room, but he needs you so bad.

Warnings: Smut, BIG DICK CHRIS, raw p n v, sucking fingers, GETTING CAUGHT, creampie, BULGE KINK.

With love and big tits, Rose

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Loud squelches echo through the living room. Chris is between your legs, pounding into you as you lay on the couch. 

“Fuck—shut up, baby. Bein’ too damn loud,” he husks, the grip he has on your legs getting tighter. 

The position you're in is unbearably good. Every inch of his length is buried inside your dripping heat, your stomach bulging while he continues to drill himself into you. 

“-’m sorry, I—,” the words are muffled as he places a hand over your mouth. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you feel his tip graze that spot—the spot that made it impossible to do anything but scream in pleasure. 

Chris huffs, the feeling of your warm, wet walls clenching around him making it harder to contain himself. He wants to pound you even harder, he needs nothing but to see you absolutely destroyed under his touch—but he knows he can’t. 

Not when you’re in the living room—Matt and Nick only a short couple steps away from seeing such a lewd scene. 

“Shit!” Chris hisses, biting on his lip as he tries to muffle his own noises. But it’s so hard. This is absolute bliss, everything he needed and more. 

It’s not his fault his brother decided to pull some fuck ass prank, filling his room with balloons and not even offering to help clean it up. He couldn’t hold himself back when you came over in that one skirt—the skirt that drove him beyond insane. 

The second you had bent over, giving him just the smallest glimpse—there was no holding back. He needed you right then, dragging you up to the living room and distracting you from the worry of being in plain sight. 

“Chris! Chris!” 

Your screams are still muffled by his hand. You feel his fingers dip into your mouth, immediately sucking on the digits while his hips plunge deep—making everything go a hot flash of white as you feel yourself toppling closer and closer towards the edge. 

“C’mon,” he husks, sucking on your neck as some sort of method to keep himself from groaning loudly. You just feel so fucking good. “-give it to me—wanna feel you cum all over my big dick, sweetheart,” 

He lets out a pitiful noise, every muscle straining as he feels your wetness convulse around him. “Oh fuck—you’re-you’re gonna make me cum, I—”

Your chest is arched into his. The high is excruciatingly long, the feeling of his grip getting tighter as he starts to ruthlessly shovel his entire length in you over and over again. His desperation is clouding his senses, forgetting that you’re hidden in plain sight. 

He just doesn’t care. Not when you feel like heaven wrapped around him, not when you’re shaking beneath him. And definitely not when you’re begging for his cum, wanting to be filled to the absolute brim. 

“-want it, Chris. Inside…I—please,” you rasp. 

His head drops into the crook of your neck, the rhythm of his hips stutter as he lets himself finish deep inside of you, making sure to give you everything. 

“Fuckkkkkkkk, all filled up now, huh? Is that better, baby?” he purrs, removing his hand from your mouth and petting the side of your fucked-out face. And holy shit—it’s the perfect sight. You’re so… messy. And it’s all for him. It’s not his fault he’s obsessed. He just couldn’t wait when he saw you in that damn skirt. 

“What the fuck?!” 

Your eyes go wide as you see Matt in the corridor of the hall. 

Instincts take over, you panic while trying to catch your breath. 

“I’m sorry, oh my god!” you shout, sighing as you hear his bedroom door slam shut. 

As you squint your eyes shut with shame painted on your face, Chris slowly starts to pump himself inside you again. 

“Chris, what’re you—”

“Already got caught,” he mentions, his hand grazing down and tweaking your sensitive nipple. “No point in stopping now. I had to wait all damn day for you and I—”

You shriek as he moves his hips sharply, your skin pulsing as you feel his lips brush against your ear,

“-and I’m greedy—so fuckin’ greedy for you.”

[archivedcollection]

Nov 21 2017

[image description; a collage of different homestuck pannels overlaid with a poem

panel 1: "God can't help you now." LE is about to smash the viewer

panel 2: "The risk I took was calculated,""but man,""am I bad at math." tavros, with newly aquired metal legs, is charging towards vriska with a lance

panel 3: "The drinks came.""I wasn't about""to be sobered""by anything""like regret." roxy sips a martini thoughtfully

panel 4: "Foie gras this, motherf---er!" rose uses her magic to eviscerate two skull creatures

panel 5: "Whom." Jane flips the table at her birthday party with roxy, fefetasprite, and gcat

panel 6: "My modus operandi""is dial up the awesome""and break""the knob off." dave does an acrobatic fucking pirouette off the handle

panel 7: "I'd sell you to Satan for one corn chip." eridan's scowling face

panel 8: "He gave""them""the""heebie-jeebies.""He had nothing else to give." doc scratch stands in his study

panel 9: "Your love has made me a drunk." drunk rose laughing as a glowing kanaya watches

panel 10: "I've never""been one""to""half-ass""shenanigans." hussie in the cairo overcoat

panel 11: "I'm""three ounces""of""whoop-ass." nepeta tacklepouncing equius on LOLCAT

panel 12: "Oh. You're an artist." caliborn laughing at hussie's death

panel 13: "That's a crazy idea.""Insane.""It doesn't make sense."""You'll do it?""""Of course,"""I replied." Terezi explains to john where to jump to and retcon before she dies

panel 14: "I would""look into""your""soul,""but I've already""devoured it." looking into cal's baby blues

panel 15: "This jackassery will not stand!" Angry scribble karkat

panel 16: "Looking for trouble""and if I cannot""find it,""I will""create it." Spades Slick stands inside the burning felt mansion

Panel 17: "My mating dance""is mostly""seizures." Sollux after he ate the mind honey

panel 18: "I had on my prettiest dress""and he never""even looked at it."""For God's sake!"""That's all I could think of to say." Vriska holds tavros up in her wendy cosplay and drops him

panel 19: "My crazy runs wide and it runs deep." Gamzee after seeing Miracles

panel 20: "I find you deeply disturbing" Aradia wants to see this whole place break apart

panel 21: "I do not go""to my""happy place,""I go to my""high lonesome place." dirk and lil hal right before throwing him in

panel 22: "The ability to remain""sober and gracious""is, indeed,""a form of""mild insanity." feferi swimming

panel 23: "I feel witchcraft upon me." grimdark rose

panel 24: "My emotions have""three outlets:""haughty silence,""tears""and rage." Karkat angry on the computer

panel 25: "I preen for Satan." )(IC on her throne

panel 26: "Finally he gathered himself together""and spoke."""ʬhat the hell?"" John looks at the corrupted universe in confusion

]

Homestuck + troubled birds

The art in the second panel belongs to @toastyhat, the rest to Andrew Hussie.

Bonus:

[akawifeyy]

silly girl | smau (LN4)

description: the life of a comedian is full of laughter, but the biggest punchline? your experience with love.

tropes: chaos galore, he's obsessed with her, sunshine x sunshine, age gap (23 and 25), comedian!fem!reader

face claim: faith collins

trigger warnings: suggestive content, some mature jokes, swearing

| note: hehehe i love this fic 🫶

@ yourusername: dallas was incredible, i had the best time laughing with you all! a recorded video of tonight's show is posted at the link in my bio if you couldn't make it. see you next weekend in austin 😘

tagged: @ standupcomedy

comments (2567):

@ user1: Amazing shows! I went to Night 2 and I couldn't breathe, I was laughing so hard. Wish I bought tickets for the other two nights.

-> @ user2: sooo real, i got to see her in miami and i felt like my heart was going to explode from laughing

@ user3: Incredible job, so proud 💖

@ user4: Mother has fed us during this tour, I never want it to end

@ yourbffusername: SCREAMING CRYING, I love you SO much Y/N

@ f1: Just 3 more days until COTA! How are you gearing up for the Grand Prix?

tagged: @ mclaren, @ mercedes, @ redbullracing, & 6 more

comments (49584):

@ landonorris: Can't wait to be a cowboy again 🤠

@ user5: COTAAAA MY BELOVED

@ user6: so excited!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@ user7: No because I'm actually a second away from crashing out because I just realized @ yourusername's show is at the same time as the Austin GP

-> @ user8: wait nonono you're joking 😭 i bought tickets too

10/19/25 at Y/N's Show (Transcript):

Y/N L/N: I feel like if I don't bring this up, the masses are going to come at me with pitchforks. (clearing throat) Today's a pretty big day in Austin. Um, Formula One is having its COTA Grand Prix.

Audience members: (whooping)

Y/N L/N: Yeah, looks like we have quite a few F1 fans in here. I'd kind of consider myself one, but please don't ask me what DRS stands for off the top of my head or what Ferrari's strategies are during races, because I wouldn't be able to tell you. But anyways, I found out that I scheduled this show at the same time as the GP.

Audience member: (loud yelling noise)

Y/N L/N: (breaks down laughing) Yep, I know. I'm sorry. I didn't realize. But I totally get it. Seeing a bunch of rich, hot men drive around in circles? Like, aw man, where did my pants go? I swear they were just on. (continues giggling) Seriously, though, some of those drivers? It should be illegal how attractive they are. Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris. Oh God, don't even get me started on Lando Norris.

Y/N L/N: (eyes widen dramatically) I never liked brunettes or Englishmen, but he might just make me change my mind.

Interview with Lando Norris (2025):

Interviewer: Have you seen the clips from Y/N L/N's most recent comedy show here in Austin?

Lando Norris: (laughs) Yes, I heard about it!

Interviewer: Thoughts?

Lando Norris: She's very funny. I like her sense of humor. But as for relationships, I have to focus on my racing, so I can't get distracted. Sorry!

10/20/25 at Y/N's Show (Transcript):

Y/N L/N: So... Yesterday's show. (makes popping sound with lips) Some of y'all, I feel like I need to ban you – and before you boo, let me explain why. I made jokes about Formula One drivers, and how hot they are, and a select few of you decided to out me? (mock gasp)

Y/N L/N: Yeah, I know! Fucking Lando Norris was interviewed about me! Isn't that insane? This ultra-rich motor sport driver was asked about some redhead girl who yaps for a living. And he called me funny? I need to put this on my resume.

Audience member: You two need to date!

Y/N L/N: The matchmaking is insane. Oh God, wait until my mother hears about this, then I'm actually cooked. I'm 23 years old, I have a lot of biological time left, but you're vultures! When is it going to end? And don't say, "When you get married to Lando Norris", because it's not happening. Sadly.

@ ynupdates: Contrary to popular belief, Y/N did have a boyfriend! This was way back in 2019 to 2022. His name is Emmett Ellgren, and they dated for three years until their mutual split. Since then, Y/N has poked fun at the relationship, but no substantial details have been released about their break up.

tagged: @ yourusername

comments (2942):

@ user9: HELP i forgot about emmett he's such an npc 😮‍💨

@ user10: emmett is no longer relevant to the lore

-> @ user2: The real man we should be paying attention to is Lando Norris

-> @ user8: i know omg 😭

comments (3842):

@ user11: They're both silly gooses, I'm scared to see the havoc they'll wreak together in McLaren 🥲

@ user12: i'll believe it when i see it

@ user13: Lando is too immature to have a stable girlfriend

-> @ user3: which is why Y/N's perfect, they'll be immature together 🥰

-> @ user4: This just proves you've never watched one of Y/N's shows before lmao

Y/N's Instagram Story (2025):

comments (8521):

@ user13: OMG OMG OMG IT'S STARTING

-> @ user14: I'm so glad I get to be alive during the LandoY/N era

@ user12: It'll be so funny if this turns out to be from Oscar or something 🙃

-> @ user15: HELP

Text Messages between Y/N and Lando (2025):

@ landonorris: P3 in Mexico! Awesome results

tagged: @ mclaren, @ f1, @ yourusername

comments (64312):

@ user16: ALERT ALERT Y/N HAS BEEN TAGGED

@ user13: guys i'm actually gonna combust 🫣🔥

-> @ user17: They're together, it has to be

@ yourusername: nice sombrero 😋

-> @ landonorris: Thank you!!!

Text Messages between Y/N and Lando (2025):

@ yourusername: hola mexico 🇲🇽

tagged: @ landonorris

comments (3846):

@ yourbffusername: Looks so fun!

-> @ yourusername: yes it was incredible

@ user10: laaandoooo i see you 👀

@ user18: How does it feel to be living my dream

@ landonorris: So glad you could make it, had a lot of fun talking to you

@ f1gossip: It is rumored that comedian Y/N L/N and McLaren driver Lando Norris are together, after Y/N posted a photo of her receiving paddock passes, and the pair responded to one another's posts about the Mexico Grand Prix.

tagged: @ yourusername, @ landonorris

comments (1293):

@ user9: i'm waitinggg

@ user10: this is worse than the wait for reputation tv

-> @ user18: clowning so hard i know 😖

@ user19: HAVE ANY OF YOU GUYS SEEN LANDO'S INSTA STORY? 🤯

Lando's Deleted Instagram Story:

comments (235):

@ user20: OMGOMGDSDKLSDDNS

@ user21: my eyes are not deceiving me, this is y/n

@ user5: Y/N IS THAT YOU 😳

@ landonorris: OK OK yes I give in, we are together. Happy one month, @ yourusername, I love you to the moon and back!

tagged: @ yourusername

comments (34852):

@ user21: classic Lando accidentally posting the wrong thing and outing himself

-> @ user22: idk what else we would expect from chaos incarnate 😭

@ yourusername: love you too, muppet 😘

Interview with Lando Norris (2025):

Interviewer: So, you've just recently announced that you're dating Y/N L/N!

Lando Norris: Yes, I'm really happy about it.

Interviewer: Any plans to bring her to the next race?

Lando Norris: Maybe, we'll see. (laughs and smiles) The paddock is a lot cheerier when she's there, so hopefully, fingers crossed. I'm very, very lucky to call her mine.

─── ୨୧ ─── THE END ─── ୨୧ ───

[bnyf]

╭﹕୨୧﹒ yandere pirate x willing mermaid reader ♡

┊ warnings : yandere content and themes, unhealthy behaviors, relationship and relationship dynamic, suggestive, stalkholm syndrome, kidnapping, size difference

╰﹕୨୧﹒ authoress note : requested ♡ still having trouble writing smut but i'll get there! thank you anon for requesting apologies for how long this took ^_^

greedy fucking man. so, so greedy. he's so manly too. such an earthly being with all his earthly cravings. him and his men, moving from island to island to plunder every village and kingdom of it's golds, treasures and riches.

god, men were such pleasure bonded creatures. men are greedy.

and yet you admired them, and yet you loved them, wanted to be like them, walk in their shoes. you had no idea just how cruel men were. but you were about to find out.

you'd always swim up to the surface to watch humans, to study and observe what they were like. sure, your father had told you all the tall tales about how horrible humans were, yet you choose not to believe him. foolish.

worst yet, you wanted to be like those beings, which scared your father and made him ban you from going on the syrface again. but when did a dumb little fish like you ever listen to the echos of the back of the hallow head of yours? better yet, those who know better like your father?

exactly. that's why your now his property.

whomst? you may ask? the very same greedy pirate, that barbaric man, that your father warned you about.

you were not supposed to be on the surface, espcially at night. but you wanted to spy on the pirates who'd crashed in for the night. pirates don't usually park there boats up on land but when they do, it's probably to plot a raid.

and then little ole you got carried away, trying to steal a few goods from the humans when you were shamelessy caught by no other than the crew's captain. a large, muscular, bulk of a man. his eyes gave everything away though, those dark orbs held nothing but humanly desire and evil in them.

"well, well, well," his barren of a voice rumbled from his chest, speaking to you in a low tone. "are you lost, little mermaid? shh, it's alright dear, i won't hurt a sweet little thing like you. i promise. but, i won't return you either, since you're in my territory, you belong to me. finders keepers, amiright?"

he snatched you up like nothing and dragged you even further away from the ocean. and you helplessly wiggled in his grasp. from then on, he ordered his men to build a little portal fish tank, just good enough for you to fit and swin from point A to point B.

you were restricted heavily, being only allowed to see him and speak to him. any crewmate who dares hold any sort of interaction with you would be slaughtered mercilessly and their body thrown overboard. to say the captain was infatuated with you would be a mere understatment. that man wanted to curl up into your mind and preoccupy it 24/7.

you were treated like a pet. fed, bathed, and completely taken care of, all your needs and wants were meet each time, all you had was to do was say it and he'd present it. he has too much gold, jewels, diamonds, lavish silks, treasures, ect. anyways. he doesn't like sharing but now with his littld mermaid darling here? he might as well rip out his heart and present it to you. he wants to share his entire life with you, and hopefully you'd want that too right?

his words like poison, his calloused hands that have killed to many to count always wrapped around you, those insane eyes drinking you down like a gold glass of water on a sunny day, and his long beautiful unkept hair, braids messt and all tickling your face.

his voice made you wonder if he were a siren in disguise.

"have you had enough for the evening darling? or is your appetite insatiable like mines?" he cracked a chuckle, his lips touching your ears. that man did not care if he was wetting his clothes everytime he had to get phsyical with you. and that meant two things actually, if you know what i mean~

you of course noded. at this point you've accepted this and have become completely compliant. you were strange to him. sure. women would fling themselves at him, he had no qualms with getting laid but you? you were confused, then curious, now complaint and it made him wonder if you wanted this all along.

it made him confident actually. he didn't hold back to be weird, touchy or crazy over you. because you liked it, right? you loved when his hands roamed your body, when he explored you, his crazy words like "if you dare look at another man on this boat i'll punish you serverly... after i've killed that motherfucker of course."

and

"you belong to me, you're sole purpose is to bear my children, entertain me, and enjoy all the amazing pleasures this world has to offer. do you understand? if you do, say 'yes husband'."

and you did. you nod in agreement to him and uttered those words like it was nothing. he loved you for that. he didn't have to do to much to break you, you were already broken to begin with.

but he wanted to see just how far gone you were... so, one lovely midnight, after a harsh day of pirate work (read: plundering, killing, raiding, conquring all that belonged to him, rightfully.) your beloved husband took you to the sea for the first time in ages, watching you seemlessly swim about as your scales on your tail shimmer like diamonds in the pale moonlight, and that beautiful iridescent color shines through it, as though it's almost transparent. he can see through your lower half a little like an angel fish.

he only marvels at your wonderfulness. but when you swam up to him, placing your hand on his beating chest and looking up at him with nothing but love and admiration. something in him just... snapped. you were so much smaller than him, most your body mass being your tail. his strong arms reach for your waist his mind was going insane with lust. a beautiful being like yourself had such feelings for him despite the fact that he kidnapped you and kept you away from society.

was it stalkholm syndrom?... well, whatever it was now he knew for sure you were just as insane as him and it wasn't just fear why you were complyubg to him.

there was no formalities whatsoever. not even a plain subtle kiss, he straight on kissed your lips and stuck his tongue inside your mouth. a wet, messy make out session before you'd feel his length poking you.

it will be an entirely long night for you both.

[littlelamy]

HI THERE! new anon here yasss, okay so i just got this idea

it's kinda a trope where in this case- reader has strict parents, and well obviously- rafe doesnt yknow but, ANYWAYS

I was thinking he texts her and just asks if he can see her or take her out somewhere and she's just like- at first she takes a min to respond but then comes back with "my parents said no :/" and rafe's just like, absolutely flabbergasted. "youre joking, right?" "hm?" "y/n youre 20. seriously?" LIKE- YKNOW?? 😭😭😭😭 you can have the convo go however you please, but however it does end up in rafe being fed up and just going over there and talking to her parents himself teeheeeeee

and reader's all nervous and scared and and and- you can choose how to end it :>

- 🤗 (if it's not taken- if it is that's my mistake but after sending this i'll go ahead and look at your anon list if you have one!)

notes: hi anonie, of course! 🤍

your phone buzzes on your bed, the screen lighting up with a name that makes your stomach do a little flip.

rafe.

rafe <3: wanna go out? take a drive or something?

you bite your lip, staring at the message. you want to. God, do you want to. but you already know what your parents are going to say. still, you hesitate, fingers hovering over the keyboard before typing out the inevitable response.

you: my parents said no :/

not even a minute passes before your phone buzzes again.

rafe <3: you’re joking, right?

you: hm?

rafe <3: y/n you’re fucking 20. are you serious?

there’s a beat of silence, and then another text.

rafe <3: this is insane. i’m coming over.

panic flares in your chest, your fingers flying across the keyboard.

you: rafe, NO.

rafe <3: baby, YES.

before you can try to stop him, he's already made up his mind. and when rafe cameron decides on something, there’s no talking him out of it.

twenty minutes later, you hear the unmistakable sound of his truck pulling up in front of your house. your stomach twists as you rush to your window, peeking out to see him stepping out of the driver's seat, his jaw set, determination written all over his face.

"shit," you whisper under your breath, nerves tightening your chest.

before you can even process your next move, there's a knock at your front door. your heart leaps into your throat.

"who's that?" your dad calls from the living room, suspicion laced in his tone.

you barely have time to react before he’s already opening the door. you squeeze your eyes shut, internally bracing for impact.

"mr. l/n," rafe's voice is smooth, polite, way too confident for someone who just stormed over uninvited. "i wanted to talk to you about y/n."

oh god.

you creep forward, peeking around the corner as your dad eyes rafe, arms crossed over his chest. "talk about what, exactly?"

rafe doesn’t miss a beat. "about why she’s twenty years old and still has a curfew."

your mom gasps from the kitchen. you swear you stop breathing.

"excuse me?" your dad's voice drops, the warning clear.

rafe, to his credit, doesn’t back down. "sir, with all due respect, she’s an adult. she should be able to make her own decisions."

your dad’s brow twitches, gaze narrowing. "and you think you get to decide that?"

"no, sir," rafe replies smoothly, voice unwavering. "but she should."

the room falls into tense silence, your mother looking between them like she’s watching a high-stakes poker game. you want to run, to disappear into the floor, but you’re frozen in place, caught between admiration for rafe’s boldness and terror for what might come next.

then, miraculously, your dad exhales, shaking his head with something that looks almost like amusement. "you've got some nerve, kid."

rafe smirks. "yeah, i’ve been told."

another pause. then your dad sighs, the weight of years of protectiveness slipping just slightly. "be back by midnight."

you nearly collapse.

rafe turns, catching your wide-eyed stare, and winks. "told you i’d fix it."

and just like that, you’re out the door, hand in his, heart still racing—but this time, it’s not from fear. it’s from the exhilaration of stepping into something new, something that finally feels like yours.

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[takuma-talkz]

hi I'm that same anon who asked if I write for the anti tulpar au and I screamed when I saw the post /pos

anti tulpar dasuke x reader who's really unserious and giggles when they smash plz. omg.

Silly Billy

Anti Tulpar Daisuke x Reader NSFW Headcannons!

(Reader is non-gender conforming)

banner: @cafekitsune & art credits to this x user

—Actuary!Daisuke x Reader—

Despite his personality, Daisuke’s exact type is someone who is the complete opposite of him.

Captain Curly often criticizes Daisuke for his choice in partners.

“You couldn’t have chosen less annoying partner?”

“Now I know you’re not talking, captain.”

He cherishes the moments where you get so excited over the smallest gifts.

“Oh my god, Daisuke! I love it! I’ll cherish it forever!”

“It’s just a pack of gummy bears though.”

“And?”

“Nothing.”

With his job and the people he works with, his stress level are insanely high for someone his age.

But you, always so eager, are there for him when he needs you

By the third groan of frustration, you’re slipping under his desk between his legs.

Lets out a big sigh of relief when your dainty hands undo his belt. His head rolls back when you suck in his cock, flicking your tongue over the tip.

You giggle in between kisses planted on the base, your hands busy stroking him and massaging his balls

Now he has asked why you giggle and joke so much during sex, you told him it helps you deal with the tension.

You teased and crack jokes as he bends you over his desk, after moving his documents and graphic sheets elsewhere

Daisuke makes love. Hard.

Sometimes when giggling and joking too much for his taste, he’ll shut you up by shoving your face into the nearest soft surface. If no soft surface is near, he’ll shove his fingers into your mouth

groans when you gag a lil

And for extra measure he will drive his hips into yours faster, to fuck the giggles out of you

(What the fuck did I just write?)

You always lose the need to joke when you’re close to cumming

You’ll grip the edges and fuck yourself back against him, gargled whining escaping you.

Daisuke HAS TO see you cum, he physically has to see you reach your peak or else he can’t cum properly.

He’ll pull out and set you up in your back, and starts thrusting again, you feel the need to laugh at him for his fogged up glasses

that’s until he places a well-timed thrusts straight to your g-spot, causing you to cum with a scream

He moans, reaching his peak he pulls out

he’s lost, trying to his breath until a giggle breaks the silence

he focuses on you, watching you hold up your legs as his cum drips out of you

A/N: okie I go bye bye I got twinkies to eat

[shuenkio]

Please ? — 현진

Paring: Hyunjin X M!reader

Synopsis: Making your boyfriend mad? He had enough from bottled up ever since, now you'll pay the price.

Genre : Smut — no plot. Cw: smau.

Non proof read | Eng is not my first.

This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

Note: A drabble smut.

The bed cracked, by the impact of the masculine hot man pounding his enormous length into his lover's ass. His boyfriend had been a very bad boy, ever since and didn't even admit that he was wrong. Hyunjin was bottled up by his anger, and frustrated whenever M/n doing that that upset him, such like touching other guy hand, clinging to their friends a lil much than usual.

"You little piece of shit, MMHA— take it you fucking slut, know your place that you're only mine, you're my god damn boyfriend, not the slave to put up for good to the others than me M/n! Fuck"

Hyunjin growl like a husky while balls deep down into M/n's hole relentlessly, pressing his hip to the hilt inside, rough pounding him with no mercy to punished M/n for good, making sure he'd remember who he belong to. M/n can't put his fingers on anything, his wrists are being tied by one hand due to his lover. Your world has become Hyunjin's toy — His own personal toy, this was the consequences of doing bad, something that Hyunjin had already been saying countless times that he doesn't like M/n to make contact, touching, and clingy to everybody a lot however M/n didn't listen now here we are, M/n's anal is being destroy and abused by Hyunjin's cock non stop.

"I'm sorry kiwi— I'm so surry— w-wont happened ever.... Again" Feeling guilty along with how rough he is fucking without any rest, M/n left no choice but to beg for mercy, to spare, to breathe. Yet Hyunjin only gets more turned on with the way you beg for him, the puppy doe eyes never fail to melt Hyunjin's heart ever, it was one of the reasons why this relationship started.

Hyunjin's chuckle, his voice vibrates through the body of M/n with his sly and chucky smirk. Your whimpers and squirming is like music to his ears which he can't stop pulling his sensitive dick out of M/n even though the moment the latter said sorry— all anger in Hyunjin faded like a dust.

"Puppy you think by saying sorry is over? How funny because you're not only fueling me more but making yourself so fuckable rn!!

Shit— why are you so MITHERFUCKING tight owchh mhmm like that— I'm gonna

No—No— Ahh Ahh I'm coming m/n, this is insane I can't stop— so fucking STRANGE I'm FUCK— CUMMING" Gurgle sound were heard, it was crazy that Hyunjin nut so hard to this point of him, shooting lot jazz of hot cum rope inside of his boyfriend's inside, painted them from flesh to tacky smelly white. As Hyunjin's expression contours in pleasure, results him to hold onto M/n's waist for his dear life that could leave hands prints, whilst his throbbing rock hard cock pulsing to the vast unable to pull it out due to his overstimulated sensitive, he throwing his head facing the ceiling where in his eyes were nowhere to be seen except white. The sensation never failed to turn Hyunjin into a lifeless demon, by your tight hole clenching him like a vice every single time.

M/n's also turn into a sculpture, his boyfriend's orgasm is almost too intense which clicked instantly, triggered the small latter's penis as a load of cum, spurt out staining on the black mistress. He's fucked up.

"Never make me mad again my forever — this is how I punish you okay? You know how much I fucking love and would burn the world for you. Please."

Funtalk: How was it... It's another experiment ;_; would you ever want to leave Hyunjin? I hope you say no.

[writeriguess]

Crazy idea for request but the gears are turning in my brain please bare with me! What if Dabi never became a villain and instead he’s just a loser bf who lives with his dad at age 22. You’re endeavors brand new 20 year old rookie sidekick and you and Dabi have fallen madly in love and are dating (which endeavor is mad at Dabi for) and somewhere in the midst of your relationship Hawks joins you two every so often to have insane threesomes.

Well Denki thinks you’re totally hot and when he learns that you live at Shoto’s house he convinces him to let him in on the Friday night sleepover with him, Midoryia and Iida. While they’re over it just so happened to be a threesome night and when they all go to Dabi’s room to ask for an extra game controller they basically walk in on the three of you. Idk I feel like Denki’s reaction would be absolutely hilarious

The Loser

The Todoroki estate is huge, almost too big for a family that barely acts like one, and honestly? You’re still getting used to the sheer size of the place. But it has its perks—like a surprisingly cozy bedroom you practically live in now, since your boyfriend is a loser who still lives with his dad at twenty-two.

Said loser, Dabi, is currently sprawled on his bed, lazily flicking through his phone while Hawks—yes, the pro hero Hawks—leans against the headboard, shirtless and stretching his wings. You’re somewhere between them, already half undressed because, well, it’s Friday.

Friday means three things: Shoto’s sleepover with his dorky friends, Endeavor avoiding Dabi at all costs, and your regularly scheduled debauchery with your two boyfriends.

“You gonna keep staring at me or what?” Dabi drawls, locking eyes with you before a slow smirk spreads across his lips. “C’mon, baby. Don’t get all shy now.”

“You’re an idiot,” you mutter, crawling closer to him.

Hawks laughs, tossing an arm over your waist and pulling you closer. “And yet, you love him.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, rolling your eyes, but there’s no real bite to it. You do love him, even if he’s a deadbeat who refuses to move out of his dad’s house. Even if he and Hawks constantly corrupt you in ways that would make Endeavor combust if he ever found out.

The moment starts to heat up—Dabi’s hands roam lower, Hawks’ lips graze against your neck—but then there’s a knock at the door. A loud one.

“Dabi! Do you have an extra controller?!”

Your blood runs cold.

Dabi groans against your skin. “Fuckin’ hell—”

Before any of you can react, the door swings open, and in walk four unsuspecting idiots: Midoriya, Iida, Shoto, and worst of all—Denki Kaminari.

There’s a beat of silence.

And then—

“OH MY FUCKING GOD.”

Denki’s scream is so loud it could probably shatter glass. Midoriya, poor innocent Midoriya, looks like he’s about to pass out. Iida’s glasses slide down his nose as his face turns bright red. And Shoto—Shoto just blinks, unimpressed as if he’s seen this coming all along.

Dabi doesn’t even bother covering up, just sighs dramatically and sits up. “Jesus. What’s the matter, Sparky?”

“What’s the—WHAT’S THE MATTER?! DUDE! WHAT—WHO—WHY IS HAWKS HERE?!”

Hawks, being the menace he is, just grins and gives a lazy wave. “Yo.”

Denki’s brain short-circuits. He physically stumbles back, pointing aggressively between you, Dabi, and Hawks. “You—You’re dating Dabi?! And Hawks?! And—you—” He turns to Shoto, betrayal clear on his face. “YOU KNEW?!”

Shoto shrugs. “I assumed.”

Denki looks like he’s about to collapse. “I need to sit down. I need—” He glances around before recoiling in horror. “NOT HERE. NOT—OH MY GOD.”

Midoriya is still buffering, eyes darting between everyone, while Iida is frantically adjusting his tie, clearly trying to maintain some sense of decorum. “This—this is highly inappropriate!” he stammers. “And a breach of—of privacy!”

Hawks just chuckles, completely unbothered. “Well, you’re the ones who barged in. That’s on you, champ.”

Denki groans, burying his face in his hands. “This is not how I wanted to find out you have a boyfriend. Two boyfriends.” He peeks through his fingers. “How the hell did you bag TWO?”

Dabi snorts, throwing an arm over your shoulders. “Jealous?”

Denki glares at him. “YES.”

Midoriya finally finds his voice, albeit weakly. “This…this is a lot to process.”

“Yeah, no shit,” Denki snaps. “I just walked in on—on—” He gestures wildly. “I need bleach. For my brain.”

Shoto sighs and turns to you. “I assume you’ll be staying here tonight?”

You nod, trying not to die of secondhand embarrassment. “Uh… yeah.”

“Figured.” He turns to Denki, Iida, and Midoriya. “We should go.”

Denki opens his mouth like he wants to argue, but then his eyes flicker back to Hawks, who’s now very obviously smirking at him, and he promptly shuts up.

“I need therapy,” he mutters as Shoto drags him out.

Iida follows, muttering something about filing a formal complaint, while Midoriya just gives you a polite, if dazed, nod before stumbling after them.

As soon as the door clicks shut, silence falls over the room before Dabi throws his head back and laughs. “That was fucking gold.”

Hawks shakes his head, amused. “Think we traumatized the kid?”

“Oh, absolutely,” you groan, covering your face.

Dabi just smirks and pulls you back down onto the bed. “Well, that’s their problem. Now, where were we?”

[laurentidal]

Out of Frame

"Who the fuck is that?" Amelia spat.

Her boyfriend froze mid-swipe as she began to shout.

"No. No. Go back. Let's see. Yeah, yeah. One more to the left. That one."

His finger came to rest on the photo in his camera roll he'd been swiping past. The photo showed what was obviously him on the pier. His arm was outstretched, taking what was meant to have been a selfie with someone else, but the other person had just stepped out of frame. All you could see was his laughing face and his other hand, clasped tight around a woman's hand. Her nails were done. Pretty red.

She looked up into his face, which was full of confusion.

"Babe, that's you."

She hesitated for a moment. "What? No it's not. We haven't been to the pier in months. This photo is from three days ago."

"Yeah," he said, his voice shaking slightly and his eyes full of perplexed worry. "You don't remember when we went to the pier three days ago?"

"No! Because we didn't!"

He tried to take her hands in his, but she pulled them away. "Babe," he started again.

"No. Don't try to gaslight me. I'm not some crazed woman who can't remember what we did over the weekend!"

"Okay then," he said, staring her down, "I won't. I'll let you tell me. What did we do this weekend?"

"Friday we went to the movies. Sunday we were at that market downtown."

"And Saturday?" he asked, bringing up the timestamp. "When this photo was taken, where were you? Where was I?"

She screwed up her face slightly, suddenly aware of a hole in her memory. He sighed a long, sad sigh.

"Amy, you know I've been hypnotizing you?"

"Yes," she spat, her anger still boiling despite her growing confusion.

"I did it that morning but we got interrupted. I thought you'd come out of it. You were behaving normally, but maybe you weren't totally back when we went out."

Amy sat there, stunned. That was… possible.

"Here," he said, reaching for the sides of her head. He placed his hands on her temples and looked into her eyes. "Amelia, drift."

Like a switch, her mind was like sand in a sieve. Her eyes went glassy. Her breathing slowed. She'd been topless already since they'd just been fooling around, and Connor noticed, as he always did, how fucking hot she looked when she sank this deep.

"Think back now, Amelia. You remember Saturday morning. You remember staring at the candle flame and sinking so deep for me."

"I remember."

"That's good. Do you remember the knock on the door from the landlord, and how I needed to leave you on the couch for a moment?"

She didn't notice that had been a statement rather than a question. She simply did as she always did when he spoke to her in trance: as she was told.

"I remember."

"And you remember when I came back and without remembering to wake you, we went out to the pier and had a lovely day."

Another statement. A fact. A truth.

"I remember."

"Good. Amelia, anchor."

She blinked and looked at him aghast. "Oh my God, Connor I'm so sorry! I can't believe I forgot!" Then she punched him hard in the chest. "You need to be more careful with me!!!"

She kissed him on the cheek and apologized again. And apologized for hitting him. Then she took his hand in hers. His fingered intertwined with hers, her nails colorless. And as she stood to go get dressed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

She'd spend all of Saturday here in the apartment, staring at the candle he used to hypnotize her. She'd sat right there on that couch with her fingers on her clit, his name on her lips, and her eyes on the flame. He'd spent Saturday with Bev at the pier, making sure she focused very closely on the blinking lights of the rides.

He dialed his phone as he heard the shower turn on.

"Beverly, drift."

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[goldenlikedayl1ght]

Blurb Countdown To Daredevil: Born Again

4 Days: Closer - Nine Inch Nails "my whole existence is flawed/you get me closer to god." NSFW You hookup with the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. note: four more days! this is definitely an ode to how much yall love enter sandman, which, if you like this blurb and have never read it, you'd love it, you can read it here! (shameless self promo i know) countdown masterlist

“What have I told you about waiting up for me, sweetheart?” He wonders from the window. A grin spreads across your face.

“Something about not to,” You recall vaguely, the smile not disappearing from your face as the Devil breaches the shadows, grabbing your ankles at the edge of the bed.

“Try again.” He commands, tilting his head a bit as you think.

“Hmm,” You pretend to think, “I believe you said something about that if the window was open, you’d.. Oh, how the second part go?”

His grip on your leg tightens at your teasing.

“Why do you insist on being such a brat?”

He can predict what you’re going to say before you say it, and he’s unsure why he even gives you the opportunity,

“I don’t think that’s how the second part goes, Devil—” And then he’s on top of you, the sweat and blood from the night tainting what he considers pure. Something about that idea gets him off.

“There you go again, running that mouth.” His head dips down and places a kiss to your neck. “Maybe I should give you something do to with it instead,” He mutters, his lips beginning to kiss your skin, leaving small bites along it.

You just let yourself relax beneath him, and a comfortable silence fills the room. Your hand snakes up his arm, playing with the ends of his hair. You notice his tension, just for a moment, as your fingers get dangerously close to his mask.

It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, in fact, he trusts you more than almost anyone. Which is why you don’t hesitate to take advantage of his lips on your skin, asking,

“Do many people know you do this?”

“A couple,” he hums, kissing your collarbone.

“And if someone figures it out?”

His lips move to kiss your lips, this sickening grin spreading over his lips. His lips graze against yours as he responds,

“Then I’ll just have to come here and craft the perfect alibi.”

“Flirt,” You accuse, and he bites your jaw in response,

“Brat,” He jabs back, and he can feel the smile on your face as he presses his lips to yours. He kisses you again, and again, until his tongue slips through your lips, exploring your mouth, and he can smell how wet it makes you, being kissed so intimately by someone whose name you don’t know, someone whose face you don’t know.

But he doesn’t pull away from your lips, too afraid that you’ll come to your senses, decide that this is insane, that you deserve an actual relationship and not some boogeyman that crawls into your window.

His hands move down your torso to your stomach, him grinning against your lips at the way that you shudder when his fingers brush against your stomach, and you need to take a second, really thinking about the situation at hand. And you are, of course, very much into him.

And quietly, although you’ll never admit it, you’re curious. Fuck, you want to know who’s under the mask. It eats at you. You go about your day, interacting with various men across the city. And every time you meet someone new, you wonder, could he be the devil who takes such good care of you?

Of course, he never is. You can tell, if not by their jaw, by their voice. You suspect if it ever does happen, you’ll know immediately. Although, you can’t prove that until it happens. And you’d never tell the man currently on top of you, but—

You’re falling in love with him.

With a ghost. With the devil.

But you just lose yourself in him, because you can’t will yourself to give him up. He’s addicting. He satiates you.

So you just deepen the kiss, never coming up for air.

[fairytales-and-folklore]

Spooky Scary Sourwolf

Teen Wolf » Sterek

Title: Spooky Scary Sourwolf 

Author: fairytalesandfolklore

Fandom: Teen Wolf (Masterlist)

Relationship: Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

AO3 Rating: Teen & Up (a complete collection of author's notes, inspiration credits, content warnings and tags can be found on AO3)

Summary: It's October, which means Stiles is officially 80% more annoying than he normally is at any other time of the year. This Halloween, Stiles's new obsession is some dance party remix of the song Spooky Scary Skeletons. It's a catchy tune, even Derek will admit that. But after hearing it blasted through Roscoe's shitty speakers for the hundredth time that week, everyone in the pack is sick to death of it, especially Derek. He's got no choice but to resort to drastic measures.

He squeezes his eyes shut, preparing to be eaten, preparing for the foul breath of some horrible fanged monster, but it's actually — huh, minty fresh. And — that's interesting — the weight pressed on top of him is very familiar, his body responding to it in a way entirely ill-befitting to getting murdered. He opens one bleary eye to find none other than Derek hovering above him, shit-eating grin plastered across his stupid handsome face. "Gotcha," he says, smirking as Stiles struggles to break free. "That'll teach you to fuck with my phone settings. Now, change it back from that godawful song, or I'll make good on my promise to rip your throat out with my teeth."

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It's October, which means Stiles is officially 80% more annoying than he normally is at any other time of the year. Whether it's taking autumn decorating from Pinterest-worthy to hoarder with a Halloween fetish (how many pumpkins is too many pumpkins? — according to Stiles, the limit does not exist) making himself sick on too much Halloween candy (because the idiot always buys two bowls worth of candy — one to hand out to trick-or-treaters, and one he keeps all to himself) or driving his packmates insane with some new Halloween themed internet craze, Stiles always goes way over the top when it comes to spooky season (or spoopy season, as Stiles likes to call it, despite Derek's many protests.)

This Halloween, Stiles's new obsession is some dance party remix of the song Spooky Scary Skeletons. It's a catchy tune, even Derek will admit that. But after hearing it blasted through Roscoe's shitty speakers for the hundredth time that week, everyone in the pack is sick to death of it, especially Derek. 

It would maybe, maybe be tolerable if it was only contained to car rides, but it's literally everywhere. He's always singing it in the shower, humming it under his breath during pack meetings, glued to his phone watching reels and tiktoks of other people performing funny little dances to it. 

The little shit even found a way to set it as Derek's ringtone, finding any excuse he can to call him as often as possible so it's just constantly going off. Derek, being the technologically illiterate one in the relationship, doesn't know how to change it back, and of course Stiles refuses to do it, because he thinks it's hilarious.

"Stiles, I swear to God, if you don't change it back, I'll give you something to really be scared about," Derek threatens, but the sound of that damnable ringtone duetting with Stiles's giddy laughter drowns him out.

Derek can't take it anymore. He's got no choice but to resort to drastic measures.

The next day, Stiles gets a text from Derek, luring him over with the promise of pumpkin-shaped sugar cookies and Hocus Pocus. But when Stiles gets there, Derek is nowhere to be found. He lets himself in with his copy of the keys, wandering around in the pitch black, calling out Derek's name, but there's no answer. Derek's loft is normally very warm and inviting, but with all the lights off, it's admittedly kind of creepy. Stiles tries the light switch, but no matter which direction he flips it, nothing happens. The power must've gone out — in the whole building, from the looks of it. 

The place is feeling more and more like Derek's old digs in the abandoned railway station, growing creepier by the second, and Stiles's feeling of dread along with it. High above him, a raven caws as it flutters through an open window, and Stiles lets out a startled screech, dropping his phone (his only source of light) in the process. He's definitely on edge now, hands shaking as he reaches for his phone and dials Derek's number. Spooky Scary Skeletons starts playing from some distant corner of the room — muffled, like he's hearing it through an old gramophone. Derek never picks up.

Stiles is definitely starting to panic now, heartbeat pounding in his ears, palms sweating as he struggles to keep a good grip on his phone. He hits redial and tries to follow the sound of the once-amusing ringtone, but there doesn't seem to be a distinct source — it's like it's coming from everywhere and nowhere all at once.

A sudden break in the silence steals his attention to the far corner of the room — an eerie skittering sound, like a stone being skipped across concrete — and Stiles jumps. A few seconds later, it happens again. Over and over again, growing closer and closer, until something drops from the ceiling and lands with a deafening clink right by his feet — a loose bolt that looks like it came from one of the rafters. 

Slowly, swallowing against the terror lodged in his throat, Stiles glances upward, and lets out a scream to rival a banshee's. The last thing he sees before he hits the ground is a pair of bright red eyes glowing menacingly in the dark. The creature pounces on him, sitting bodily on his thighs, pinning his arms above his head, and oh fuck, this is how he dies. This creature took out his super hot werewolf boyfriend, and now it's going to take him out, too.

He squeezes his eyes shut, preparing to be eaten, preparing for the foul breath of some horrible fanged monster, but it's actually — huh, minty fresh. And — that's interesting — the weight pressed on top of him is very familiar, his body responding to it in a way entirely ill-befitting to getting murdered. He opens one bleary eye to find none other than Derek hovering above him, shit-eating grin plastered across his stupid handsome face.

"Gotcha," he says, smirking as Stiles struggles to break free long enough to knee him in the balls. "That'll teach you to fuck with my phone settings. Now, change it back from that godawful song, or I'll make good on my promise to rip your throat out with my teeth."

Derek's smile is positively wolfish, moonlight glinting silver off his half-shifted fangs. Stiles goes still, staring up at him with one eyebrow arched in provocation.

"How very…spooky of you," he says, eyes alight with mischief as an impish grin curls across his face.

"No," Derek groans, gleeful expression fading to one of pure horror. "Don't do it."

"Spooky scary sourwolf," Stiles intones in a lilting sing-song voice, before bursting into peals of laughter. 

Derek heaves a long-suffering sigh and rolls over onto the floor next to him.

"I'm divorcing you," Derek decides, reaching out across the space between them to link his pinky finger with Stiles's.

"We're not even married," Stiles points out, nudging Derek's shoulder with his own.

"I will marry you for the sole purpose of divorcing you," Derek compromises.

Stiles barks out a laugh and looks over at him, eyes as bright as his smile.

"I want an autumn wedding," he says, absentmindedly rubbing circles over Derek's ring finger with the pad of his thumb.

"Fine," Derek replies with a tone that suggests gruff indifference, features softening as a smile works its way onto his face.

A few moments pass between them in companionable silence, the two of them gazing up at the mosaic of a starry night sky filtering in through the wall of windows at the far edge of Derek's loft.

"I'm thinking chocolate," Derek proposes, glancing over at Stiles with a guarded, hopeful look in his eyes. "For the wedding cake."

"Oh absolutely," Stiles agrees, his answering smile nothing short of beatific.

"And do you know what song I want for our first dance as husband and sourhusband?" he asks, lips pressed together in a failed attempt to hold back a tidal wave of laughter.

"Oh no," Derek groans, but Stiles has already taken out his phone and pressed play, Spooky Scary Skeletons blaring out of the speakers in a tinny warble. He didn't think it was possible to have a full-blown one-person dance party while lying on a concrete floor, but if anyone can manage it, it's Stiles. Derek glances over at him, eyes crinkling at the corners as he watches Stiles flail his airborne arms and legs to the music, and sighs. One day, he's going to marry this lunatic.

[choccorin]

OH MY LORDDDDDDD

[backpackingspace]

Consider young odysseus and Penelope courting by going on adventures together (committing crimes)

[crossbackpoke-check]

blessed be (lorscher bienensegen) | telling the bees (wiþ ymbe)

"Bees" [remixed, abridged], Claudia Emerson // "Letter to Someone Living Fifty Years from Now" [remixed. abridged], Matthew Olzmann // "Letter to my Great, Great Grandchild" [remixed, abridged], J.P. Grasser | Len Redkole, Nina Weiss, Brian Babineau, Christian Peterson, Mitchell Leff, Dave Isaac, Megan DeRuchie

[vaguely-concerned]

just had the thought 'in the end the most important thing varric taught rook was how to make a home for, with, and in other people' and then I had to go lie down on the floor and clutch at my head in unceasing agony for a few hours, as you may well imagine. hawke and the kirkwall crew........ in the end you kind of saved the world a bit in the most characteristically indirect and chaotic of ways. not by anything in particular that you did or achieved or accomplished (lmao imagine!), but just by -- having existed, and by the love that was always there, despite it all, in all its imperfections, even when no one was saved by it in the end. you're not here right now and you're not quite haunting the narrative but I hear your voices bickering and arguing and laughing from the other room. (and so, I think, does varric. all the time.)

'did you think you mattered, hawke? did you think anything you ever did mattered?' yeah actually, varric says with da2 and keeps saying through the series. you were here. and I loved you. and as it turns out that mattered more than almost anything in the world, no matter how long it lasted or how fucked up it was at the time or what else happens, because varric manages to pass that feeling, that intangible... home, that echo of you all as you were together, that love, hopefully the best parts of it, on to someone else for them to bring with them on their journey, with their family. and maybe the world will be kinder this time. you never know. merrill's line of 'Everything affects everything. We were born, a bunch of things happened, and now we're in a mess with our friends.' varric's greatest fear of becoming his parents. even through the wreck and the ruin of the world, ghosts upon ghosts upon ghosts of love -- malcolm hawke, who we never even see, but his life touched hawke's and hawke's touched varric's and varric's touched rook's and rook is passing it on to the family they're creating. the unbroken legacy of love shines through in ways that are stronger and stranger than any magic. help

[blueskittlesart]

hello, did you know that there is a deku tree lego set on its way? i just found out and i don’t know if you’re a lego person but i think that’s neat

HOLY SHIT. ANYONE WANNA VENMO ME $300