#the countdown is insatiable

[vcod1n]

i wonder if i can placebo my brownie into an edible

[spamsmcgee]

Violet!

-> Violet! by Waterparks

Oscar Piastri x an accident prone neurodivergent reader

Essentially the three-ish times that Oscar starts fussing over you, and the one time he got it right.

Groceries, unloading groceries.

Picking up a case of bottled water was enough to have Oscar hovering. Asking if you needed him to take it from you, as he tucked a carton of milk under his arm.

Not that he didn’t try taking the water first. You shoo’d him away from the trunk of your car before he had a chance.

“You really don’t know how this works,” you stated.

“I know that last time you dislocated something it was after you got your finger stuck in a mop bucket,” he opened your apartment door for you to walk in and drop the case of water onto your counter.

“And I had no idea because you don’t express pain.”

You rolled your eyes as he took the couple of steps towards you he needed to be able to rest his hands on your waist. You stared up at his eyes, watching him blink as he stared down at you. He watched your eyes shift from one of his to the other.

“What’re you thinking about?” He asked.

You didn’t answer, just wishing he could read your mind. Though some days it felt like he could, he could never understand the simple phrases that circled your mind when you couldn’t dream to force them out.

“I love you too,” he said, resting his forehead against yours for a moment before turning to start putting your things away.

~~~~

Oscar didn’t hover 24/7.

That would be unrealistic.

it was just when he got back to you after weeks, sometimes months, on the road for work.

He’d wake you up as early as he made it back and hide himself in your apartment until he felt like a normal person again. You’d go on with your life like you had been until he pulled himself up and out of your room like a bear from hibernation.

With an insatiable thirst from well over 24 hours of sleep to combat the jet lag, he started the day watching you cook breakfast.

Not a measuring cup to be seen, you’d drift from one spot in the kitchen to another with the steady destruction of a tornado. Always producing the best waffles and coffee and parfait he’d ever have. Always better than the last, despite your unwavering commitment to your recipe.

You’d reach for your favorite kitchen knife, and he’d make his way over. Your fingers held onto the fruit you cut in an unsettling fashion. He’d offer to cut the fruit for you every once in a while.

Too much of a deviation in your routine. So he settled for watching close as you shifted your hands uncomfortably to account for the knife and it’s ever shrinking victim.

~~~~

In theory, race weekends should be a sensory nightmare.

People rushed around you, stood in the garage next to some mechanics you were probably introduced to more than once. The adrenaline radiating from everyone around you, the yelling back and forth as the countdown to lights out drug on.

Weekends in the garage were the best.

you watched intently the way people dodged each other, racing back and forth to get any loose ends tied up.

As time went on, Oscar and Lando began making their own appearances in the garage as well. The former being sure to make eye contact whenever he could, seeking out a quick shaka to say “right on” and let him know you’re fine.

At that point your headphones hung around your neck. You sat in the busy noise, listening and watching with an intense focus that by the end of the event would make you more tired than anything. It’s fine. It’s more than fine.

You could always sleep better after days in the garage anyways.

~~~~

The end of the day could be a bit harder

Oscar would take extra care after race days, especially when you’ve spent the whole weekend in the garage. He’d tell you to quit overextending yourself, you’d tell him you want to see him drive.

Your head drifted downwards as you stared up over your sunglasses frames. Your AirPods tucked under your headphones blasting a playlist of the day. Both tale-tale signs of being checked out.

Oscar sat himself next to you as soon as his time in the media pen was done. He reached for your hand, which you offered without a second thought. He squeezed twice, his own signal to you asking if you’re ready.

You nodded and the two of you stood. Maybe a little quick, as you stumbled into his side. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders as the two of you made your way out and to wherever he had his car parked.

He chattered on to you about the race, and whatever drama it was that happened between Carlos and Pierre during the post race interviews. You nodded along, asking questions that would take him into a different area of whatever he could be excited about.

The path the two of you walked was pavement, for the most part it was very even. Not even a rock out of place. Staring down into the pavement as you walked and listened was an experience. The grey concrete shined in the sun overhead.

You let Oscar pull you to the side, away from the edge of the sidewalk. Your foot nearly slipping into the grass beside it, had your boyfriend not urged you away.

“wow I could almost feel that one,” you looked back to the edge of the sidewalk you had been walking on.

Oscar only laughed, squeezing your shoulder as the two of you continued your walk, “that’s what I’m here for, hm?”

[quillsparkle]

Aaravos chose as his instruments people who had strong minds and strong hearts... but who had an insatiable thirst and fascination with magic. Aaravos could offer them access to the great mysteries of the universe.

—Zubeia, "Through the Looking Glass

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[pedroshotwifey]

Christmas Countdown Day 10 - Marcus Moreno

Insatiable

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x afab!reader

Word count: 1.1k

Tags/Warnings: no use of y/n, sex pollen trope, multiple orgasms (f&m), shower sex, piv sex, not beta'd, stuff i'm forgetting

Summary: Marcus comes home from work in need of some help

A/N: Sorry this is late today guys. I'm going to go ahead and get started on tomorrow's, so hopefully that will be on time. I know this countdown isn't getting much attention atm, but to the handful of you who read it everyday, I love you and thank you for putting up with me <3

***

You’re just rinsing your body when you hear the bathroom door open. 

“Baby?” 

Your eyes widen in concern as you hear Marcus call for you, his voice frantic and strained like he’s in pain. All at once, a million scenarios cross your mind. He could be bleeding out where he stands right now. In his line of work, you just never know. 

In a flash, you’re throwing open the shower door and stepping out. 

“Marcus?” You ask, just as frantic as your anxiety gets the best of you. 

As soon as your feet touch the bathroom floor, you’re being shoved back into the warm spray of the shower. 

“Nu-uh–get–shower, get back in–”

You stumble back, per his request as he wraps himself around you and forces you in. His skin is burning up and he’s still fully dressed as he gets in with you. His lips crash against yours as soon as he’s close enough. 

You shake your head and try to shove him back, your concern growing with every second. 

“Marcus, stop,” you say, your voice shaky. “Wh-what the fuck is going on?” 

“Please, baby, nee–ungh–need you, please,” Marcus’s words come out fast and whiny as he reaches for his belt buckle, his fingers fumbling as he tries to undo it in a rush. 

You stare at him with a shocked expression. Clearly, he’s fine, other than the fact that he feels like he’s running about a thousand degrees over what he should be. As soon as he manages to get his belt free and his zipper down, his cock springs up.

Okay, well fuck. Maybe he’s not fine. His dick is fucking massive—more so than usual anyway. It’s about two inches longer than his normal seven, and the girth looks to be almost twice what it usually is. It’s visibly throbbing, the tip a furious deep red. 

Precum dribbles down his solid shaft, catching here and there on the over-pronounced veins to pool in the hair at the base of his monstrous cock. 

Your jaw drops as you look back up into his eyes, and he stares right back at you, a look of desperation, fear, and lust within his own. He brings his hand to his dick, unable to help himself, as if it causes him great pain with each moment he’s not touching it.

“P-please, baby, help,” he pleads, his eyes watering. 

You’re about to tell him that he’s not coming anywhere near you with that thing, when he lets out a strangled sob. His cock twitches and he just about doubles over. 

“It–work–I–there was–ah–this dust-” He can barely get a sentence out. Fuck. You have to help him, you know you do. But how in hell are you going to fit that thing anywhere?

You look at him, licking your lips nervously. His button-up shirt and nice slacks are clinging to his skin the same way his hair sticks to his forehead. His eyes are pleading and ashamed as he continues to tug on his cock at a harsh pace. 

Steeling yourself, you turn around and plant your palms on the shower wall. As soon as you do so, Marcus is on you.

“Thank you, baby, thankyouthankyouthankyou.”

“Just–ah!” you gasp when you feel his engorged tip at your entrance. “Just be gentle, please,” you say, closing your eyes and trying to relax. As much as it may help right now, Marcus might not be able to wait long enough to warm you up. You’ll just have to take it. 

You know you can, you have to. You don’t know what kind of long term effects could come from something like this. Especially if it’s something he picked up on a job. You’ve heard things about a new drug that causes a person to react like this, and if that’s what it is, it means certain death for the affected person if their needs are not satisfied. 

Though you can’t be sure if he’s been affected by such a thing, there's no way in hell you’re going to risk it. 

Marcus begins to thrust up, starting to part your walls to accommodate him. He lets out a breathy whine as he does so, just the slightest bit of relief enough to satiate the pain for a second. 

You wince slightly and your knees buckle once he gets about an inch in, the girthy feeling almost too much. Marcus has his hands planted firmly on your bare hips, and you grip one forearm for a bit more stability.

“I know, baby,” he groans as your nails dig into his skin. “So good to me, you’re okay, jus’ lemme...”

He feeds you another few inches, so a little more than half of him is squeezed into you. You let out a whimper, the fullness unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Marcus is trembling behind you, placing his lips on your neck to leave sloppy kisses. 

Just as it feels like it’s going to start getting painful, he groans loudly and grips you tight before you feel a hot spurt of something fill your cunt–his cum, you realize with a gasp. The intrusion allows him to slip the rest of his still hard cock into you. 

He shoves it all at once, hitting your cervix as he bottoms out. You let out a scream at the same time he groans. He only holds still for a second, and then he’s sliding in and out of you at a brutal pace, the force of his thrusts keeping you on your toes. 

It’s not long before that familiar warm feeling is taking over your entire body, making you shake and your mind grow fuzzy. You’re so close. 

“M-Marcus, please touch my clit,” you beg as you grind your ass into him. 

He obeys, immediately dragging one hand down to rub at your clit, which just as quickly sets your orgasm off. He fucks you through it, slamming into you like an animal. 

You moan loudly as your cunt convulses around him, your eyes closing and your jaw going slack. If Marcus wasn’t holding you up, you would have fallen to the shower floor. 

His cock starts to twitch within you, and you can sense that he’s close too. A few thrusts later, he’s shooting his seed into you again as he bites down on your shoulder. 

You shout as he does so, but the pain mixed with the feeling of his cum spurting in thick ropes all over your walls triggers your second orgasm, so quick to your fist that it seems like it’s just one. 

The two of you seem to melt into one another as the pleasure completely takes over you. By the time you come down from your highs, you’re both panting and leaning on one another. 

Marcus moves, and you assume he’s going to pull out until you feel him thrust up gently. His hard tip nudges your sore g-spot, making your eyes widen. You’re already exhausted, but Marcus shows absolutely no sign of slowing down any time soon.

It’s going to be a long night.

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[breezybangtanbebe]

Eye On You: Wonho❤️‍🔥

A/n: anyone ever sit back and think about how rich Wonho would be if he had an OnlyFan's account? Just me? 🌚 aw ok well....here you go🥴. I wrote this in like an hour so...

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You never imagined you'd be the type to subscribe to one of these websites.

Hell, you barely liked forking over that $9.99 a month for Netflix and a small part of your soul died at the sight of that reoccurring charge on your bank statements.

But this felt different.

It was midday and you were alone in your room, writhing in bed as your body's reluctance to go to sleep frustrates you.

It wasn't as if you needed a nap but sleep was the only thing that could distract you from the insatiable ache between your legs.

So after scrolling on social media for a little bit, seeing enough of a particularly fine man's face and body on your timeline led you to fish out your debit card and open your laptop.

The cursor idles over the pixelated rectangle for what felt like minutes.

You've already created the account and input your payment information.

All you had to do was hit subscribe and an uncensored world of Wonho would be unveiled for your and 120,863 people's eyes only.

When you'd first seen him, you were amazed by the exaggerated definition of his muscles and undeniably handsome face.

Every Instagram post was either him fully clothed and candid, smiling or looking away as if he weren't aware of a picture being taken.

Or he was naked.

Ok, maybe not full-on ass-naked but he might as well have been.

Plump and pert glutes.

Thick muscled thighs.

Massive pecs that could easily fit in a d cupped bra.

Buttered Hawaiian roll-looking abs.

And then there was his....lower half.

No matter what he wore, there was never a reason NOT to look down at the sizable print that bulged in the most provocative way in even jeans or dress pants.

Him wearing a size smaller than his normal fit, no underwear, and sitting wide-legged in every picture didn't help either.

Don't even bother asking anyone what color his hair or his shoes are.

You damn sure didn't know.

All you knew was that when you realized this specimen had a Stream4You account, similar to OnlyFans, it only took a shameful 8 minutes for you to decide to subscribe.

The membership fee wasn't bad.

About as much as your Netflix subscription and you were sure to be much more entertained by this than the thousands of shows and movies you'd scrolled through.

Plus you could cancel any time so...

You click to enter the website and your eyes widen at the array of pornographic thumbnails from past streams.

"My gawd.." you gawk as you scrolled.

Well-lit 4K snaps of Wonho on his black leather couch.

Some of him alone, gripping his thick print in different colored boxer briefs.

Some of him with a woman in various sexual positions.

Doggy style with nothing but their naked torsos and legs in the frame.

Missionary with Wonho's massive upper body looming over a woman much smaller than him, their pelvis' pressed together.

Another with a view of the bare back of a woman kneeling in front of the couch and between Wonho's spread legs, his hand resting on the back of her head with his tipped back in ecstasy.

All of them different races and body types.

All of the gorgeous.

A pang of jealousy struck in your chest as well as deep within your clenching walls.

What an experience it would be to get fucked by such a magnificent man. You didn't even have to watch him in action to know he could fuck.

It was all in his aura.

You sigh, leaning back with your laptop resting on your tummy, scrolling down his profile with a pout.

Suddenly a notification bell pings in the corner of the screen, followed by a drop-down banner letting you know that Wonho was about to start a live stream in 5 minutes.

It's a shame how fast you clicked the link that led you to the waiting room which consisted of a black screen with a countdown, a sidebar with his past live streams in the queue, and a frenzy of comments popping off in a chat on the other side.

You immediately found the 'Turn off chat' option in settings because you didn't want anything distracting you from the main event.

After an agonizingly slow five minutes passed, the black screen shifts to an unexpected view of who you knew to be Wonho's glistening chest and sculpted abs.

He's leaning over the tripod, adjusting the angle from what it sounded like.

A second later, his beautiful face fills the screen.

"Hi guys...." he croons, smiling innocently in that way that reduced his eyes to slits and lit up his entire face.

His voice is deep and soothing, something you'd probably want to hear up close or in your ear first thing in the morning.

Wonho furrows his brow and tucks the soft pink tip of his tongue at the corner of his mouth as he goes back to fiddling with the camera.

"Bare with me a second everyone...I got a new tripod and I'm still figuring it out. This angle is not...ah..there we go." He huffs in triumph as he rights the camera in the way he intended.

He then kneels in front of his infamous leather seat. Not to be confused with his equally infamous black leather couch.

Wearing nothing but some black Adidas shorts and a smile, Wonho seats himself comfortably on the floor in front of the camera. He leans forward, squinting at it for a second before smiling and waving again.

"Can you see me ok? It's in focus?" He asks and you snort at the irony of him speaking so casually considering what he was setting the audience up for.

"Looks like I am. Anyway... Hi again. It's Wonho, your favorite. I hope everyone here is enjoying their day so far. I um....really have no plan for today's stream. I just got back from the gym and showered so I'm at home for the rest of the day. What are you all up to?"

Again, he was speaking to his audience as if they were coworkers or neighbors he say occasionally on his way in or out of his home.

It was...cute. Unexpected but cute.

Your brow crinkles in amusement.

Wonho smirks softly as he stared at what you assumed to be the comments, which were no doubt coming in by the thousands per second. His eyes squinted again as he read them, his smirk persistent at what his paying audience had to say. 

For a second you toyed with the thought of him asking you about your day with s genuine interest. He'd be looking at you the way he was looking at the camera now with expectant eyes and parted lips, hanging on to your every word.

" 'Just got off work.' Cool. 'Just had dinner..' Already? It's dinner time where you're at? I haven't even had lunch yet..'Hi, baby' Hi...' You're handsome' No you're handsome, whoever you are.." he chuckles cutely as he went through more similar comments before leaning back on his knees.

He lifts his arms and runs his hands through his hair, flexing his biceps and triceps unintentionally with the movement.

He then stands to extend his body in a stretch that gave you a godly eyeful of his body. Abs contract and quads flex as he stretched and your gaze falls to the plushy-looking hill that gathered at his crotch area.

He's not even trying.

After satisfying his muscles, Wonho exhales heavily and plops into the waiting seat behind him.

It groans under his weight and you could only imagine the things that chair had to endure being owned by this man.

On and off camera.

"Glad to hear all is well with you all. Thanks for tapping in." He says, resting his head in the nest of his interlocked fingers.

"As I said...I didn't really have a plan. I took a shower and had this urge to jack off but I didn't want to do it alone...."

Your ears perked up at the favorable turn of events and you reflexively push the laptop up to your chest.

"Oh..do tell," you mutter as if he could hear you.

"...So I figured I'd just get comfortable and do that while I chat with you guys until I cum. Or perhaps until you cum. Whichever comes first..." he jokes with a little chuckle.

His corny pun and little laugh alone should be considered a sin. How could a man so burley and huge be so cute at a time like this?

Wonho remains leaned back comfortably in his shorts that hung loosely from his tree trunk thighs, his hooded gaze fixed on the camera.

He lifts one of his hands from the back of his head to rub through his silky black hair again, mimicking the way you wish you could do the very same thing.

Beside him, an iPhone lays face down on the leather armrest and he picks it up, swiping his thumb over the screen a few times before focusing on reading the stream's comments from his own device.

Then he flashes that damned panty-dropping grin.

" ''Good plan' I know right? 'Deal.'  'Sign me up Coach. 'Cum first Daddy. I need frosting for my toaster strudel'...Wow. Nasty. And beautiful. You might have just inspired some future content with that one..." he says in response.

" 'Nice Tits.' Thanks. I work pretty hard on them so glad to hear it. 'Show us your dick please' Well since you're so polite.." he grunts.

Without wasting another second, Wonho lifts his hips to push down his shorts and underwear. They shimmy over his legs and drop out of view, leaving him shamelessly nude for the camera.

"There. That better?" He teases with a light-hearted chuckle.

As he continued to respond to comments, some funny and others nasty, your eyes fixated on the culprit of all of those damned likes on his Instagram posts.

Wonho's dick.

It sits lazily between his attractive man spread, not even erect yet but still impressive.

The fact that he's clean-shaven only allows you to appreciate his full size as you tapped the fullscreen icon in the corner.

Now filling your monitor, Wonho's muscular body and thick manhood captivate you entirely.

You'd never see a man so beautiful in your entire life and maybe it was your hormones leading you to exaggerate but...

"Shit..." you exhale, marveling at his size.

For a moment you wondered why he had so many subscribers. Beyond his good looks and entertaining content, you didn't think 120K for one guy doing normal amateur porn made much sense.

Until he took off his underwear.

Wonho's dick is gorgeous. Similar to his skin tone if he were blushing with a fat mushroom tip that looked like it had been kissed by lips stained pink.

Thick and surprisingly long to be flaccid. He reaches down to cup himself, ringing his shaft between his thumb and two fingers while his ring and pinky fingers rested over his balls.

Which looked heavy and smooth to the touch.

The thought has you nearly drooling on sight

Wonho slowly begins to stroke himself, the velvety smooth skin moving over his veiny shaft.

He readjusts his seating and spreads those massive thighs more for the camera, scooting forward so that the audience has a perfect view of all he was selling.

With his other hand, he holds his phone to read the comments. He smiles at whatever madness you imagined to be occurring in the live chat.

If you weren't already touching yourself, you might have been able to post a comment or two.

At some point the laptop materialized beside you on the bed, giving you the freedom to shuck off your underwear and caress your sensitive folds.

The pads of your fingers pass over your clit and you gasp, repeating the action in a rhythm mimicking Wonho's.

Slow and steady.

Teasing yourself just enough to arouse you more.

It's not long before Wonho's once drooping member is ramrod straight and standing up at its full length.

He's a grower and a shower.

My gawd.

Wonho pauses to reach for something on the floor and sits back up with a glistening glob of liquid from a dispenser off-camera. He drops the phone to clap the substance between his palms, warming the lube before reaching back between his legs.

His large hand encircles the shaft, twirling his wrist slightly on the upstroke that's now much smoother with the help of the lubrication.

Now his dick shined as if it were encased in glass, showing everything in greater detail. He jerks himself with the original hand, using the other to cup and tug his balls gently.

"Ah..shit.." he exhales.

His tongue runs over his top lip as he continued stroking, his chest moving with each breath.

Yours shuddered beneath your shirt as you rubbed over your clit in slow and teasing circles, but the wetter you become, the more stimulating your touch is.

A soft moan parts your lips and you spread your legs wider as if you were on full display for this beautiful man and not the other way around.

Wonho gets lost in his touch for a moment, not shying away from rubbing his perineum as he worked over his dick.

His head tips back and his eyes fell shut for a moment and you wondered what he saw when he did.

What did he think about when he touched himself? It's not like he didn't have a massive collection of savory images to recall from his past experiences.

You wondered what memories turned him on the most...

After a while of the same pace and some of the sexiest soft moans you'd ever heard come from a man, Wonho lifts his head and opens his eyes to gaze straight into the camera.

There was something different in his eyes now.

Long gone was the cute and funny guy with punny jokes.

There was now what you could only describe as a demon. The brown of his irises seemed black now and they hid halfway beneath his eyelids in a sultry stare that makes you clench around nothing with a pathetic whimper to follow.

"What the..." you pause, feeling as taken aback by his expression as you were by your body's reaction to it. 

A little smirk lifts at the corner of the demon's lips before he releases his ballsack. He does a quick wipe over his thigh to rid his palm of excess lube before picking up his phone again.

Wonho goes back to reading the comments, leaning over to rest his elbow on the armrest as he stroked his dick slowly.

His brows go up at something he read but he doesn't respond out loud, only sparing the camera a knowing look briefly with a sly smirk.

He then goes on to read more, his thumb strumming over the screen.

He laughs at something someone said and pauses to switch up his tactic for a moment, focusing just on the tip of his dick and stroking over it with a shuddered sigh.

This makes his eyes roll back and he curses under his breath.

By now, your clit was so hard and swollen that your legs twitched every time your fingers passed over it. Occasionally you'd slide them inside to stroke the ache away that grew from deep.

But you could only manage that for so long before feeling like you were about to cum.

And you know once you did that, it would all be over.

Wonho looks back at his phone and smirks.

" 'Stroke faster' Yeah? That's what you wanna see?" He asks breathily, his eyes never leaving his phone.

He then adheres to the request, most likely accompanied by a cash donation.

The tacky sounds of the lube slicking the motion of his hand kicked up as he jerked himself faster.

It must have felt really good because his smirk melts into him scraping his teeth over his plump bottom lip.

"Ah fuck...mhmm.." he moans, exhaling sharply through his nose.

You match his energy, strumming two fingers over your needy clit, hips rolling and back arching.

You moan louder now,  panting as the heat collecting at your apex mounts.

You were close and so was Wonho.

You could tell from the way he'd abandoned the phone to go back to sitting upright, the other hand groping his balls and rubbing under them. His dominant hand was doing what it did best, pushing him closer and closer with every upward stroke.

He cursed and moaned just as freely as you did and you only bit down on them so that you'd be able to hear him over yourself.

Not that it was an easy task.

Hearing him moan.

Watching his hips canting and his abs contracting.

Spotting the shine of pre cum dribbling from the hole at the center of his rock-hard tip...

You wanted him. You wanted him so fucking bad that it sparked tears in your eyes knowing it wasn't him fucking into right now.

Wonho's eyes lift and lock onto the camera as it had done a few times before and for a moment it felt as if he were actually looking at you.

Through you.

Straight to your soul.

"You're about to cum aren't you?" He asks and you hiccup amidst your moan in reaction.

You lift your head from your pillow and blink away the blurriness to inspect your screen.

"Yeah...Im talking to you. I've got my eye on you...I've had it on you this whole time.." he rasps, now stroking his dick as if her priming a weapon ready to fire at any moment. 

His mouth goes slack for a second and his eyes roll back a little, but he resists the urge to look away from the camera.

From you...

"Oh fuck..I wish I was there. I bet you feel so good..fuck I bet you look so sexy right now. Are you touching yourself for me? Hmm?" He continues, this octave lifting to a gentle coaxing tone that has no will to resist responding to.

"Yes." You whimper, rubbing and swirling over your bud with the sole intention of getting yourself off.

"Good....keep going. And don't you fucking stop until you cum, you understand me?" He commands with a lifted brow.

"Yes..yes. Oh god..." you cry out, tearing your eyes away from the screen to shut them.

"Yes, baby! Like that...just like that...Im about to..." Wonho grunts and you open your eyes just in time to watch the thick spout of pearl shoot from his tip. Some of it hits his chest, drizzling over his sternum as he kept milking his dick for more. It was like it would never stop.

Your mouth hung open in a silent cry as you give in to the impending explosion as it sizzled down your spine.

Your breath hitches and your fingers pause over your clit at the memory of his intense gaze and throaty moan of release, and it's enough to send you hurdling over the edge and into a heart-stuttering orgasm.

Your climax hits you like shockwaves, making your muscles tense and relax as it passed over your body.

Hooded and lust-drunk, Wonho exhales finally and slows his strokes to rid himself of any remaining drops of cum he had left before sagging against the coach.

"Fuck...that was good...shit..." he pants, talking more to the ceiling than to his audience.

You lay limp in your bed, staring dazedly at your laptop with your now exhausted hand resting over your pussy.

That was good. Better than you'd expected for sure. You felt that same liberating tingly sensation all over that you always felt after an intense orgasm.

But this felt different.

Even though this was what he did for a living and thousands of people watched him exactly as you had...

And even though you knew there was no way in hell that this man could see you when he looked into his camera...

In your own little bubble of horny delusion, he was looking at you.

And that is perhaps what makes him so popular. The way he connects with his audience. The way he just doesn't set up a camera and act as if no one is watching him. He engages and puts on a show well worth the $10.99 a month.

Knowing and feeling that made this monthly subscription feel less like an expense and more like an investment.

Wonho's hand still rested around his dick, which was still stiff in his grasp but not as erect as it was seconds ago.

He sighs and leans up from the back of the couch, the sound of his sweaty back pealing from the leather surface making him cringe.

"Alright guys...that was fun but looks like Im gonna have to take another shower.." he huffs humorously.

You watched him in silence as he reached off-camera for a small washcloth he must have prepared beforehand.

Wonho cleans himself casually, wiping his cum from his chest and abs as if he spilled food on his shirt or something, and it makes you smile weakly.

He then wipes his hands thoroughly before tossing the washcloth aside. The cushions squeak beneath his bare ass cheeks as he scooted forward, lifting briefly to detach the device mounted by the tripod.

Now carried in the hand he just used to jerk himself off, Wonho held his audience and lifted them so that he was looking up at the camera in selfie mode.

"I hope you enjoyed our time together. I know it was quick but I didn't want to interrupt your day for too long. I have a lot of cool content planned for the month so stay tuned. Subscribe to get notifications and become a platinum member for exclusive videos. Until next time. Come back and see me. Bye..."  he winks and gives the camera a quick wave before the screen goes black again.

And just like that, the stream was over.

I miss him. I miss his random IG posts of his bawdy. I miss his smile. I miss his laugh. I miss his dorky shimmy when he’s shy or embarrassed or happy over his food. I miss his daily vlives (dammit Vlive why’d you have to go!!? *waves fist)

*sigh* anywho..🌚 I think im gonna do more onlyfans wonho stuff

[cathy-gabby]

Missing Jin Pt.2

September 8, 2024

Much has happened since June 13, 2024. The entire fandom and the general public, both Korean and international, have been talking non-stop about THE Kim Seokjin. From his discharge to the live broadcast to the meet and greet; from the Olympics torch bearing event to the FRED, GUCCI, and Visit Seoul campaigns; from the Run Jin episodes to the Korean and Japanese variety shows, and now the Netflix program – everyone is gushing about him. Almost everyday there is content about him, from him, and for him. I and the rest of the Seokjin stans are so well fed since his discharge.

Yet these seem not to be enough.

His fans are restless nowadays – the contents are not enough. Seokjin girlies are asking for updates FROM him – a live broadcast, maybe? An album update? Song snippet? Weverse post? Photo of his toe? ANYTHING. Just a real time update from him will satisfy these curious and insatiable Jin appetites.

Well, I am one of those girls.

From the moment I wake up to the time I lie down for sleep, I hopelessly crawl through social media, waiting for an update from him. A single update is not even enough. I want MORE OF HIM. But the more I read posts from people wanting the same (countdowns, in fact, are now being made since the day he has gone “missing”), I came to the realization that maybe we are too demanding? He has given us soooo much content – the guy has been filming nonstop since discharge our 2025 content is now even secured. That is on top of his album preparation, performance practices maybe, and upcoming BA activities. So for him to be “quiet and missing” is expected and understandable. To say that he is busy is a HUGE understatement. And for us to demand more of him is a disrespect to the time, creativity, and effort he has given for all the contents laid down for us now.

Checking into the timeline of his social media posts, he was very active during June and July when his contents were STILL being made.  Since Run Jin started, he has stopped posting. It might be because of the Suga thing. Maybe there are other reasons. But I choose to believe that since he has contents EVERY WEEK, he is by no means obligated to post regularly. He will post when he feels like it and when the time is right.

Of course, hype and support from the company and the so-called OT7 fans would have been huge. After all, he is the only ACTIVE member nowadays. As it is, Jin only has himself, his well-meaning industry friends, and active SJ fanbases to prop him up. But that is a post for another day.

For now, I would still continue checking for Jin updates every minute. I do not want to miss out on the KSJ1 announcement, or the next w-live, or just about anything Jin.

[thew0man]

Welcome to my Masterlist of attempted art / my art journey.

A lot of content will be NSFW 18+ only MDNI. I will rate after each listed.

Under 18’s please respect these ratings.

Thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the divider

Papa IV - Copia

🎨 Frater - SFW

🎨 “Dance Macabre” - SFW

🎨”Of Vulgar Sons” - SFW but Terzo’s head is in a bowling ball (no blood)

🎨 “Hold You For A Minute” - SFW

🎨 Copia sleeping in - SFW

🎨 Christmas Markets with Copia - SFW

🎨 “Kaisarion” - SFW

🎨 Papa IV Portrait - SFW

🎨 Rat4U - SFW

🎨 Papa IV napping - SFW

🎨 Papa IV Flowers For You - SFW

🎨 The Professor - NSFW 18+ Only MDNI. Suggestive and disheveled.

🎨 “Deluded By Wisdom” - NSFW 18+ Only MDNI Plushia censored.

🎨 “Serving Messiah” - NSFW. Suggestive. 18+ only

🎨 “Summon The Divine” - NSFW. Very suggestive. 18+ only

🎨 Papa IV In Blue - Technically SFW but the angle and expression can be construed as NSFW

🎨 “Countdown Together” - NSFW ish MDNI 18+ only

🎨 “Can You Feel The Rumble” - NSFW MDNI 18+ only. Naked butt cheeks.

Cardinal Copia

🎨 “The Altar” - NSFW. Nothing on show but it is a shoe licking kink. 18+ only

🎨 DTIS Johnny Bush’s ‘Clandestine’ - NSFW Plushia censored MDNI 18+ only

🎨 “Women Insatiable” - NSFW Shower Nudity (Plushia censored) 18+ only

🎨 “Divine You Feel” - NSFW. Nudity (Plushia censored on the nip that will get me banned 🙄) MDNI 18+ only

🎨 “Perverted Wishes and Dreams” - NSFW. VERY suggestive. Nudity. 18+ only

🎨 “Perverted Wishes” - NSFW. Full nudity (Plushia censored) 18+ only

🎨 “The Scars Inside You” - NSFW. Nudity, they are doing the Cowgirl. 18+ only. MDNI

📝 Accompanying fic on AO3 - NSFW. 18+ only. MDNI. Additional trigger warnings.

🎨 “Confessional” - NSFW. VERY suggestive if you are looking for it. 18+ only

🎨 “Obsessed an’ Poised” - NSFW. Suggestive. 18+ only

🎨 ”Receive, Consume” - NSFW ish

🎨 “Excursion Of Possibilities” - SFW

🎨 The Cardinal Reading - SFW

🎨 Cardinal Copia Portrait - SFW

🎨 Cardinal Copia Red Suit - SFW

🎨 Dinner With Copia - SFW

🎨 Dancing With Copia - SFW

🎨 Mistletoe - SFW

🎨 “Dark Architect” - SFW

🎨 “Stay With Me” - SFW, maybe some ish vibes?

🎨 Reading with Copia - SFW

🎨 Avalanche - SFW a little cheeky.

🎨 “I’m with you always” - SFW

Papa III - Terzo

🎨 “A Prophecy Told” - SFW

🎨 “Sleigh” NSFW ish

🎨 “Come Unto Me” - NSFW. Suggestive. MDNI 18+ only.

🎨 “The Son Lascivious” - NSFW. VERY suggestive. 18+ only

🎨 “This Night Of Ritual” - NSFW. Full nudity (Plushia censored) 18+ only

🎨 Gluttony - NSFW 18+ only MDNI. Full nudity (Plushia censored)

🎨 “A Temptress Smitten” - NSFW. Very suggestive. 18+ only

📝 Accompanying ficlet to A Temptress Smitten - SFW

Papa II - Secondo

🎨 Secondo Loves Ice Cream - SFW

📝 Accompanying HC to Secondo loving ice cream - SFW

🎨 Secondo as a firefighter - NSFW ish (topless) MDNI

Papa I - Primo

🎨 Primo Bodyguard - SFW. There is a PewPew 🔫

🎨 “Earthly Delight” - NSFW. Full Nudity (Plushia censored) MDNI 18+ only

Multi / All / Ghoul

🎨 Halloween Costume Contest - SFW

📝 HCs about how it would go if you and Papa got a pet together.

🎨 Dewdrop, Cardinal Era - SFW

🎨 “Son of a Nutcracker” - SFW

OC

🎨 “The Woman” - SFW

[demonlys]

✧˖ ° closed starter / house located on the outskirts of town , with aeri jeong ! ( @avdaciter )

when the demon took over her chosen vessel, she inherited neslihan's memories, including the vivid images of her final moments. the recollection lingered on her mind, a persistent, burning presence that refused to fade. it felt as if the memory wasn't just a fragment of the past, but a living thing, alive with intent that fueled an insatiable hunger for revenge, as if neslihan herself was screaming for retribution. make them pay. make them suffer. zehra sought out the individuals responsible for neslihan's death, unleashing her vengeance on them. all but one had been easy to track. the last one managed to slip through her grasp, always hiding just out of reach. he would not escape this time. moving swiftly through the shadowy streets outside portum's safe confines, zehra can almost feel neslihan's presence breathing down her neck, urging her on. brunette demon ducks into an alleyway, instincts are sharp as she closes in on her long-time target. just as victory appears within her reach, things take an unexpected turn when the fool decides to pickpocket an unfortunate bystander. an annoyed huff escapes her. of course, the idiot would try to mug the one other supernatural in the alley. the real problem ? zehra can barely recall the familiar figure's name or what species she is. unsure of the other's powers and not wanting her counterpart to accidentally vaporize the man ( she needs him breathing, for a while ), older femme intervenes. a quick move knocks the thief off balance, but things go awry, and the other woman ends up knocked out cold. fantastic. now zehra's stuck with a fainted, probably unconscious supernatural on her hands and nowhere to put her except back in portum. the old saying "no good deed goes unpunished" has never felt more accurate. even the universe knows that kindness always comes with a cost, one of inconvenient consequences. it's not until she's already dragged the limp girl back through the protective wards that zehra realizes she has no idea where sleeping beauty lives. so, she does what any self-respecting demon would do; break into a random house and hope for the best.

leaning over the younger woman, she dips her fingers into a glass and lets the water droplets fall onto aeri's forehead like a countdown. femme watches for any sign of movement, her patience thinning as she considers tossing the entire glass in the accidental napper's face. if that doesn't do the trick, there's always shaking her like a ragdoll. zehra ends up flicking the girl's ear instead. “ oh goodie, you're awake, ” she says after the other begins to stir and takes a step backwards to put some distance between herself and the couch. “ i've brought you to your house, ” she waves a hand in the air, gesturing towards their current surroundings, “ someone’s house. you’re welcome. ”

[nightguide]

my personal legacy countdown.

Sonny with a chance is notoriously the show that stayed with me intact to Demi's resolution theory (she is Sonny than she is Demi so she has a dream to see the missing cast of everything you can ever think of become your reality) i highly relate to a TV show made up in cute than a singer/songwriter hasbeen that taken off nobody's model except being around too many stupid people, Sonny's dream changes the way with how people think of her social status of a comedian sketch artiste like herself with a common fantasy that cute is followed within her everywhere she goes. and now you look at how Sonny has a chance in an optimal dream-fest that makes so that her dreams make sense with everybody being idea-loved than having SAG-AFTRA slave them to the very core of having a pretty boy agenda pull them down than being scored or scarred for being highly petty with the viewers than letting the one and only oscar winning Cillian Murphy lead them all to a heartbreak that deal with insatiably Sonny... no no no no no. don't. if Verity Carlin 'Sonny' Munroe can solve anything and everything that puppet world is something even Cillian can never figure out for himself, then there is no point of him winning best actor when his Lima heights stood out more for him in the best director category (Nolan betrayed him) than being known for his looks than his charms, so anything goes if Barney Stintson himself is setting up a notorious goal to seeing his factual daughter blame Oppenheimer for the hiatus on Glee itself (NPH on Glee betraying Schuester for St. James and Berry's will to live on) is actually the pilot written for Murphy's family shame (his wife divorces him for free food) so no availability just nazar

ha ha

[sportzyverse]

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[sportsganga]

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[pedroshotwifey]

Wifey's Christmas Countdown Marcus Fics (Not Christmas related)

Insatiable Marcus Moreno x f!reader - Marcus comes home from work in need of some help

[wheels-of-despair]

Evil Woman, Don't You Play Your Games With Me (Same fics as the other list, but in chronological order.)

If you are a blank or ageless blog who interacts with a fic that contains as Do Not Interact (DNI) warning, you will be blocked.

🧡 - Regularly scheduled light-hearted fun. 🖤 - Shit just got real. 💛 - IDK man, this one just kind of wrote itself. 💖 - Wait, there's romance now?

1984 Three Days 🖤🧡 Evil Woman, Don't You Play Your Games With Me 🧡 The Ups and Downs of Dating a Trash Panda 🧡 I Hate Mondays 🧡 Go Get 'Em, Tiger 🧡 The Nerd King Cops a Feel 🧡 Flying Monkeys Couldn't Drag Me Away 🍂🧡 Stargazer 🧡 Best Seat in the House 🧡 The Best $7 Eddie Munson Ever Spent 🧡 The Long Con 🧡 It's Okay If You Are 🧡 Wrapping Paper 🎅🧡 The First and Last Breakup of Eddie Munson and Evil Woman 🖤

1985 Tangled 🖤 Boys Are Idiots 🖤 (Alternate Version) Classy Girl and the Scruffy Boy 🧡 Have You Ever Choked a Chicken? 🧡 Werewolf Children 🧡 Eddie Munson and the Best Anti-Valentine's Day Ever 💝🧡 Pinch Proof 🍀🧡 The Breakfast Club 🧡 I'm Gonna Love You Forever 🖤🧡 This Is Better 🧡 It's the Easter Dragon, Eddie Munson 🐣🧡 A Situation 🍍🧡 Eddie Munson Is My Babydaddy 🧡 Knock 💛 Smoke Break 🧡 The Case of the Missing Eddie 🖤🧡 Look At Him Now 🧡 A Very Important Date 🎂🧡 Evil Woman and Baby Bro vs. The Worst Summer Vacation Ever 💛 The Little Air Conditioner That Could 🔥🧡 Secret Weapons 🧡 Can't Take You Anywhere 🧡 The Fuck Did You Just Say to Me? 💛💖 Who's Your Fucking Daddy? 💛💖 You're the Fucking Worst 💛💖 Fangs for the Mammaries 💖🧡 Don't Move 💖 Late 🖤 The Last First Day 🧡 The First Lazy Thanksgiving 🦃🧡 The Family Holiday 🎅🖤 I Promise 🎅🧡 A Slightly Late Munson Christmas 🎅🧡 The First Countdown 🎇🧡

1986 Did I Forget to Mention That? 🖤🧡 The Freak and His Evil Woman Do Valentine's Day 🧡💘 I Touched Banana Bubblicious For You 🖤 Evil Woman's Tit-Warming Service 🧡 Me Without You 🖤🧡 Moment of Truth 🖤🧡 Revenge of the Freaks 🧡 A Proposal 🧡 Evil Woman Sees (Big) Red 👊🖤 Taking Matters Into Your Own Hands 🧡 The Fastest Fix-It 🧡 The Devil's Trip 🧡 What If Real Life Is the Nightmare? 🖤 What If Real Life Is Good? 🧡 The Letter 🖤🧡 Insatiable 💖 Heaven and Hell (Or: Eddie and Evil Woman Do… Prom?!) 🧡 How to Get a Hot Date 🖤🧡 Brawl in Hallway B 👊 Gonna Need A Bigger Bathtub 🧡🐠 Munson v. O'Donnell 🖤🧡 Wake-Up Call 🧡 Corroded Coffin v. Slip 'n Slide 🧡 The Legend of Lobster-Dick 🧡 Sweet New Tatty 🧡 Ghost-Fuckers 🧡👻 The Sacrifice 🧡🦇

AUs, Not the 80s, Misc. Eddie Munson and the Worst Valentine's Day Ever (1974) 💝🖤 Fucking Fireworks (1987 AU) 🖤🎇 It's a Wonderful Life (Even in Hawkins) 🖤🎄 Clown Around and Find Out (1990) 🤡💛 Draw Me Like One of Your Dwarf Girls, Eddie (1998) 🧡

[fireflieshq]

agent LIU WREN has volunteered as a SCOUT in division four. they are 36 years old and resemble NI NI of the good ol’ days. think they used to be a PHOTOJOURNALIST back then, too. pity those days are over now. they’re a little RECKLESS, but with their RESILIENCE, they’re sure to make a fine addition to the unit. good luck and godspeed, soldier.

born to a US foreign diplomat and a writer, both second-gen chinese americans. the preliminary years of her life have shaped wren to be a third culture kid at her core: malaysia, cambodia, turkey, and germany come and go in a blink of an eye before she's the age of 10. by the age of 11, her family settles down for what seems to be for good in virginia.

since young, excitement was always found in taking chances, the countdown of those four-five seconds: the race back home before dark, the slide of her soccer cleats before they called time. suburban thrills, so you can call them.

the momentum only picks up from here. she burns through the ritual firsts of adolescence with an insatiability that's unmatched, one after the next. she doesn't have the word for this hunger yet, caught in the confines of a town too small for her. the summer of her senior year, she digs up her dad's old nikon handheld and makes use of it.

she travels upstate for college, switches majors three times, and stumbles her way into the student-run paper. there's the obvious thrill in taking the road less travelled, but also in how the world seems to expand through a camera lens.

upon graduation, her first job is a junior photo editor at some low-brow, local travel magazine. speed and ambition work overtime in her favor, moving at an incline through the department before moving onto the next best thing. it goes: state, regional, then overseas with a position at national geographic.

the next decade that follows is a whirlwind of projects that fling her across the planet, east to west, north to south. forests to deserts to mountain peaks for that million dollar shot. her works focus on environmental issues, from wildlife conservation to natural disasters. it's a discipline that keeps her far from home at months at a time and brings her too close for comfort to the eye of a hurricane. some might consider it a full-blown obsession, but to her, it's an act of total devotion.

she'd only meant to be in seoul for four days—two days at an annual photographers' conference, followed by two days of rest. any and all small talk about this new virus leading up to this point brings more questions than answers. neither of these things happen, the timeframe overlapping with the outbreak. all international travel is called off, and the orders from higher authority are effective immediately. there's that saying about what's to be done when in rome, so with no real choice in the matter, she does as the romans do: run.

it's baffling how quickly democracy collapses. wren doesn't have to study history again to know how it repeats itself here. ruling with an iron fist brings its own onslaught of problems and tragedies, censorship being the least of them.

rumors of the militia group spread and hold shape. there's power in words, and there's power in numbers. when enough is enough, wren finally escapes the seoul qz with a small group of survivors in hopes of reaching busan.

the journey there is only familiar in feeling—to endure, and to keep going. she learns to sit and live with the ever-present understanding that at any moment, this could be it: her last meal, her last thought, her last breath. it'd been the case for some of the members of their group—by the time they reach the borders of the busan qz, they'd lost a third of them to the infected.

joining the fireflies seemed like an inevitable step. years of being on the frontlines has helped her build a repertoire of survival skills. by now, she has enough of the vocabulary to pass that knowledge down to others. who knew a zombie apocalypse could double as an intensive language program?

it takes a year and a half before the simulations grow painfully tedious, bogged down by the shared insistence to stay still.

when the opportunity arises to voluntarily leave the premises under the guise of a mission, those age-old habits resurface. this is a chance. so she takes it. 

[haitgen]

🌕✨ Buckle up, space adventurers! The countdown begins for an out-of-this-world experience! 🚀🌌

🌕✨ Buckle up, space adventurers! The countdown begins for an out-of-this-world experience! 🚀🌌

🌙 Hold your breath as India's eyes turn towards the moon once more. Chandrayaan 3, the captivating sequel to our lunar odyssey, is ready to launch and unveil the secrets of the lunar wonderland! Get ready to witness the magic unfold! 🌟🌗

🚀 Chandrayaan 3 isn't just a spacecraft; it's a cosmic portal, a vessel of dreams and aspirations. It carries the hopes of a billion hearts, united in their love for exploration and discovery. Together, we will soar among the stars and dance with the moon! 🌠💃

✨ Imagine the exhilaration as Chandrayaan 3's lunar lander delicately touches down on the moon's surface, leaving our mark on celestial soil. Picture the rover's wheels traversing lunar valleys, unraveling the mysteries hidden within craters and rocks. We're about to witness history in motion! 🌕🏞️

🌌 Chandrayaan 3 boasts an extraordinary ensemble of cutting-edge technologies, seamlessly blending the realms of science and imagination. It carries the torch of curiosity, illuminating our path towards groundbreaking scientific discoveries. The moon, our celestial companion, is poised to reveal its deepest secrets to us! 🌓🔍

✨ Let's celebrate the brilliance of our scientists, the visionaries who dared to dream beyond the sky. They are the architects of this cosmic symphony, orchestrating the harmonious dance of science, innovation, and human potential. Their unwavering dedication and tireless efforts inspire us to reach for the stars! 🌟🌌

🌠 Join us as we embark on an extraordinary cosmic adventure, counting down to the epic launch of Chandrayaan 3. It will etch its name in the annals of space exploration. Together, let's revel in the beauty of the cosmos, ignite the spirit of adventure, and embrace the insatiable thirst for knowledge that unites us all! Are you ready to witness history unfold? 🚀💫

🌙 Stay tuned for more updates, breathtaking imagery, and live coverage of this extraordinary mission. Let's embark on this celestial journey hand in hand, together, as we reach for the moon and beyond! 🌕🌌

#Chandrayaan3 🚀 #ISRO 🌌 #LunarExploration 🌙 #CosmicAdventure ✨ #UnveilingTheUnknown 🌟 #ReachForTheMoon 🌠

[imaginedreamwrite]

Christmas Cookies with IH... Andy insists on hiring someone, though it's not the same thing and since he can't really taste he is on cookie cutter and oven timer duties. The jerk ordered a last minute cutter and snuck the tray into the oven before you could see and when you remove them you spot a few shaped like dog biscuits, and after all the trouble you went through to surprise him with a cookie recipe you've been working on off to the side, one for Vampires, something with a blood jam filling

“You are not hiring a professional to bake cookies.” Though it wouldn’t hurt, you smacked his hand anyway and watched him recoil from his phone. You scowled at him when he reached for it again, and gave him a solid warning before you smacked a recipe book down on the counter with a sigh.

“I am making them, you can help but you’re not allowed to be part of mixing ingredients because you can’t taste anything.” You flipped open the book to the right recipe before you folded the back under the front.

“There is something I can taste,” Andy purred and reached for the clasp of your choker, fingers trailing along the gold detailing, “in fact-“

“No.” You cut him off, elbowing him in the stomach as a method to get him off of you and to give yourself room. “No necking, I want to bake.”

“Not even just a little nibble?” Andy drew his lips against the shell of your ear, encasing his arms around your hips. “Just a little taste?”

“Andy,” you inhaled sharply, your eyebrows furrowing, “i want to focus.”

“Fine,” he withdrew and stepped away from you, moving to the side where you’d dropped silver cookie cutters, “I’ll just shape them with these.”

“Good.” You worked the rolling pin against the dough, humming under your breath as you worked it over to the right thickness. “Use the cutters and then set them on the tray.”

“Why isn’t puppy dog here?” Andy asked, quirking an eyebrow in your direction as he cut the cookies and arranged them on the parchment paper. “Doesn’t he do things like this?”

“Curtis,” you frowned and rolled your eyes at him, “is working on something with Ari.”

“Loyalty. Wolves stay together.” Andy shrugged, admiration temporary.

“Was that an actual compliment?” Your hands paused, you were almost taken back by the lack of snide. “From you?”

“It won’t last.” Andy had blocked your view of the cookie tray as he opened the oven door and slid the tray in. “I only have the ability to be friendly toward the fleabag every so often.”

“How kind of you.” You reached for the raspberry jelly and trailed it along the side of the point, mirroring blood on fangs. “You remind me of the grinch, your heart growing three sizes on Christmas morning.”