#*🍰 How disgusting…

[sugartale-official]

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I LOVE doing anything but working on the main comic teehee

yaai!Sans belongs to me as well (@daleksinferno)

[ickytreats]

Pervy icky family okay! Yes. But perv icky little girl that started the whole icky family. 🍰

I crawled into bed with Dad and let my hands wander. I knew exactly what I was doing. As I kiss his cheek, grind my cunnie against his side, whine and whimpered into his ear.

I love his moans and groans, loved when in missionary I could see his bliss but guilt. And now I hold a big smile on my face as he grabs my plush hips in flat doggy and keeps fucking me. Giggling and moaning at how good it feels to have Dad fuck me. His grip on my hips was tight maybe out of pleasure, maybe out of anger and disgust in himself.

I catch a glimpse of Mom, Big Bro, Big Sis, and Lil Bro at the door. My eyes brighten with a smile as I make eye contact with them biting my lip. I glance down at how hard my brothers are, how squirmy Mom and Big Sis are. I watch how they all make moves to softly touch each other. My plan worked perfectly, Dad was the only one left that hadn't fucked me. I giggle even more contently as I feel Dad pound into me faster.

Whimpering as I feel him cum all over my back, I wanted it inside but I knew that was too much to ask right now. Someone, maybe all of the ones that can will do it later. Dad's face shows how much he enjoyed my cunnie but also so much guilt. Turning around and kissing him, he goes to tell me no one can find out but finally notices them at the door…

[tomscottsredshirt]

✦ ₊ ˚⊹ ʲᵒʰⁿⁿʸ ᵈᵉᵖᵖ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ ʰᵘᵍ ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ 🍰💭💌

ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: ⁵⁰¹

୧ ‧₊˚ 🕸️ ⋅ ☆ ꒰ ɪᴄʜᴀʙᴏᴅ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ: ꒱ a little awkward about it, but generally likes hugs, especially after a particularly unpleasant nightmare or if he's scared. too shy to initiate most of the time. very gentle and comforting, puts his head on your shoulder and pets your hair. loves to cuddle during thunderstorms.

୧ ‧₊˚ ✂️ ⋅ ☆꒰ ᴇᴅᴡᴀʀᴅ ꜱᴄɪꜱꜱᴏʀʜᴀɴᴅꜱ: ꒱ clumsy and hesitant due to his hands (poor boy's afraid of hurting you), but craves hugs at every given opportunity, even if he doesn't know how to express it. hugs with him are long and intimate, a tender touch that reminds him he's loved despite his differences. if he's taller than you, rests his head on top of yours.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🔪 ⋅ ☆ ꒰ ꜱᴡᴇᴇɴᴇʏ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ: ꒱ would probably slit anyone's throat if they even tried to hug him, unless it's someone very very close to him. even so, he's stiff as a board and just hovers his hands around your waist, not actually touching you and pulls away quickly.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🚬 ⋅ ☆ ꒰ ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴄᴏʀꜱᴏ: ꒱ not used to hugs and isn't very fond of them either, but doesn't mind being held here and there if it's someone he trusts, like his s/o. rubs your back. he def smells like cigarette smoke 24/7.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍫 ⋅ ☆ ꒰ ᴡɪʟʟʏ ᴡᴏɴᴋᴀ: ꒱ probably disgusted? flinches away, then reluctantly lets you hold him if he cares about you. awkward and stiff as well, not really knowing where to put his hands. rolls his eyes but actually loves it. chuckles nervously.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🎭 ⋅ ☆ ꒰ ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴍ. ʙᴀʀʀɪᴇ: ꒱ would be surprised to receive a hug from anyone, but happily reciprocates it. sways left and right a little. he appreciates hugs especially after one of his plays don't go so well. if you're his s/o, gives you a little kiss on the forehead afterwards.

୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 🥃 ☆ ꒰ ʀɪᴄʜᴀʀᴅ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ: ꒱ big tight bear hug, like one you'd get from a caring dad, which he is. squeezes you a little too hard sometimes, maybe even lifts you up a little. likely to ruffle your hair playfully. if you're his s/o, might whisper a dirty little something in your ear, or his hands might wander.

୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 📄 ☆ ꒰ ᴍᴏʀᴛ ʀᴀɪɴᴇʏ: ꒱ might not seem like a huge hugger on the surface either, but really likes them. idk he just seems like the kinda guy who'd like to cuddle up while napping. runs his fingers through your hair. hugs bring him comfort in the midst of his divorce, or when he's struggling with writing. they're brief but meaningful, letting him know you're there if he needs you, and he does.

୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 💭 ☆ ꒰ ɢɪʟʙᴇʀᴛ ɢʀᴀᴘᴇ: ꒱ LOVES hugs but wouldn't openly ask for them, even when he needs it the most. when you offer him one, he rests his hands on your upper back, holding you tight. he's afraid of letting you go. having someone safe to hold onto and knowing he's loved and appreciated, even if just for a moment, means the world to him. it's strange for him to feel like he has somewhere to go when all the responsibilities of caring for his family get too much. he deserves all the hugs in the world <3

[heavycreamy]

Hey Matt Gazy

This post is for Australian Journalist Matt Gazy.

Apparently you've been contacting members of our feedism/erotic weight gain community in order to discuss our very multifaceted, heavily misrepresented lifestyle.

As someone who has been in this community for 3 decades, has seen most if not all of its forms, understands the ethical connections between Feedism and Fat Liberation, and deeply cares about how folks in our community are represented to the general vanilla public, I hope that you are entering into this project/article/episode with the necessary due respect, empathy, intelligence, and kindness that you would bring to ANY oft-misunderstood and ridiculed subculture.

No one needs another sensationalist piece of journalism wilfully and lazily misrepresentating our community, sexuality, and lifestyle, which only EVER serves to further stigmatise and shame us.

We have been taken advantage of on many occasions, cast as freaks and pathetic fools with mental problems, so neither we nor the general public need more of that.

EVERY time a piece about feedism appears in the public eye, our community experiences a massive wave of trolls and judgemental, deeply fatphobic tourists coming into our online spaces and abusing us.

Please don't debase us nor yourself by making a surface level hit-piece on our community, whether intentionally or unintentionally, due to a lack of thorough research and basic respect for perspectives and life experiences outside the norm.

Feedism is INFINITELY more than simply heteronormative power play. That corner of the community represents less than 10% of what actual contemporary Feedism culture is, and ironically harbours 90% of the toxicity present in the entire culture.

Feedism is so much more than heteronormative, coercive power play. It is extremely queer, extremely feminist, extremely sensual and emotional, and is a major facet of many people's lives and psychologies.

While it may seem like simply a niche genre of porn to the casual tourist, Feedism exists outside of porn. It exists outside of kink. It exists outside of fetish. It can and should be considered an orientation, rather than simply a freaky outlier bedroom interest worthy only of reactive disgust.

Please don't be yet another unscrupulous journalist exploiting our incredibly vulnerable community for shock bait bullshit.

If you're going to try to represent us, do it comprehensively, and do it PROPERLY.

Truly speak to us. Do the work. Don't just find an extremely popular female model and falsely imagine that her experience is a stand in for ALL Feedist experiences.

If you truly want to represent Feedism, you NEED to represent it as the complex, multifaceted diaspora that it is, full of people of all kinds, all cultures, and ALL SIZES.

Should you be committed to pursuing this topic, I can offer links and connections to extremely well informed writers, thinkers, professors, and others within this community who are doing INCREDIBLE work on understanding, exploring, and expressing the deeper truths of this desire and lifestyle. There are people doing the work. You need to do it too.

We're humans. Treat us with respect, dignity, and kind curiosity.

Be better than every journalist who has come before you.

Thank you.

ps. Dear feedist pals, if you feel that what I've said here resonates with you, and mirrors your feelings at all, please feel free to reblog the shit out of this in the hopes that more visibility may help it reach its intended audience. Thanks gang ♥️🍰🍕

[annokan]

How would Toby be with a romantic partner if he ever entered a relationship (like would he be toxic/romantic/etc??)

This will be long, buckle up, as I want to tackle multiple questions.

This is an x y/n headcanons visual thing.

Warning: Terrible writing. Might be slightly dark. Very very long

Firstly, all depends on the closeness you have with Toby.

🍨 Plaything

🍰 Congratulations, you got him interested in you. Maybe it's your overly humorous reaction to him running after you, while he was chaotically swinging his hatchets. Maybe you had a drastically different reaction to his previous victims.

🍰 Either way, he loves tormenting you; his morals are either absent or corrupt. He likes to scare you, looking into your window to your room at night, laughing and rambling nonsense once you notice him (doesn't matter which floor you live on; he can climb). He can inflict some minor or not so pain on you, especially during his episodes, from randomly swinging his weapons in anger or excitement to pushing you around. There is no particular aim in that; he just feels like it, or his mind is fogged by voices and emotions.

🍰 Contrary to popular belief, he isn't shy, he isn't easily embarrassed. He is loud, obnoxious; he will make his opinions known to you; he will comment on anything you do or any of your clothes, personal belongings, even your family. He is here to have fun, not to worry about your feelings. As long as you entertain him, he will keep you alive, driving you to madness.

🍰 He can and will find you anywhere, will make you look like an insane person to other people. He is good at hiding and is skilled at hurting physically and emotionally from a distance (throwing a rock in the head, displacing objects in the room to make one paranoid, etc.). A 2-meter-tall stalker running around with two axes after you? You're hilarious, y/n!

Coincidentally, his boss doesn't order him to kill you; maybe you don't disturb his work much, after all, he doesn't visit you all the time (his life doesn't revolve around you). Just the least when you expect him.

🍰Telling him he is disgusting or commenting his mental issues will result in an instant end, unless he would want to play a chasing game in the forest with you before that.

🍰 If you have an S/O, he will mock you for choosing such a pitiful person as a partner. Just hope he won't involve your S/O in your little games. He doesn't care about your personal life, but he sure knows how dear this relationship is to you.

🍨 "We are buddies, r-right?"

🍰 You somehow managed to survive his attacks, random outbursts, mood swings, threats and, for some reason, decided to befriend him.

Honestly, being his friend is the healthiest you can get and keep bits of your private space at the same time.

🍰 He, despite being insane, brainwashed, and amnesiac, starts to see you more than just an amusement park attraction as a cute little pet, not really an equal. Your relationship is a bit more than him having a blast using physical or mental torture on you. Your presence and personality are also fun, who knew?!

🍰 Maybe, would EVEN feel a slight parody of pity for you. Especially if you tell him your sad stories of your life. He is terrible at comforting, but if the stars align right, he can play his favorite cassettes to you with cheery songs or try to make jokes, but don't expect that to happen every time. Maybe a pat on the head would happen, usually, he would tell you to stop being sad as there are worse things to cry about.

🍰 He teases you and pranks you a lot. Doesn't matter what state you are in.

🍰 His idea of friendship is a bit twisted. You won't mind that he will destroy your belongings if he finds them annoying, right? You are friends! Friends don't hold grudges against each other! Or if he would hurt your family members or friends because they said or did something that triggered his aggression, right? Friends forgive each other! You don't mind sharing everything with him, from food to information, because friends don't keep secrets from each other!

🍰 There is a good part to this relationship. He is kinder to you. Perhaps, would bring you a cute little trinket or object stained in blood. Friends make gifts for each other! He would appreciate it if you would give him something. Be careful what you give him, as he interprets your gifts in his own way. New hoodie? Are you implying his tastes are bad? Are you mocking him?

🍰 This is also where you can shape your friendship into a seemingly normal one. Food is a safe option. Learn what he likes to convey to him that you care about him. The man needs kindness deep inside. It will confuse him; he might get angry at you, at the world without understanding why, but the long-term result is worth the risk.

🍰 If you are in danger, he might save you. Although you will bear the guilt of some hooligans being either deadly hurt or dead.

🍰 He is also more open to you. You can hold small conversations with him, discussing music, for example. However, if he is in one of his episodes or even just mood swings, he can snap, shout at you or just be mad at you for an unknown reason, while rambling something incomprehensible and leave you alone for a week or more. Violence isn't completely off the table either.

🍰 If you have an S/O (or just hangs out with friends), He can get jealous because you don't pay attention to him at that exact moment. He isn't always jealous, just sometimes. If he is in a terrible mood, might even hurt your S/O, he isn't shy at that stage to involve anyone in the mess. He can complain about your S/O. It's not advised to dispute him, as he can get angry at you. You are his friend! Why are you fighting him?

🍨 Obsessive

🍰 After a lot of talking, gifts and, if you were bold enough, light friendly physical touch, he is feeling smitten by you.

🍰 You notice weird signs of attention from him, he makes some sort of romantic gestures, but it comes off as creepy to you. For instance, he thought a fur coat is what you would like, but he didn't realise you need to work on the fur instead of giving it bloody to you.

🍰 He doesn't understand himself, his voices aren't helping him either, he is feeling hate then sickly love from one second to another. If he thinks too much about that, he twitches and tics more than usual, especially in your presence. He is more distant; he doesn't respond to you. He just sits there, shifting his eyes without focusing on anything, occasionally roughly turning to one of his auditory hallucinations.

🍰 You don't understand his ramblings or whispers, and now they are more disjointed than ever. He avoids you for a few months or even more. It worries you more than him being around you, as you're used to his presence by now. Who knows, maybe he got bored with you and just contemplates how brightly he could end your life.

🍰 He can't run from his feelings forever. As a snow during summer, he busts into your house and just dumps all his thoughts on you—just an incomprehensible jumble. You won't understand it right away until he grabs you by the shoulders and forces you into an embrace, then pushes you away, twitching, staring into your soul, waiting for your response. He doesn't say, but he already knows how you feel, even if he lies to himself. He is attentive and sensitive to human emotions, and he reads body language quite well.

🍰 You have a choice. If you deny his love, either one of things will happen. You die because he feels like it. You don't like him, if he kills you, he kills his feelings for you at the same time. Yet, there is a slim chance he can just forcefully make you like him, can lead to kidnapping, but you won't love him that way either, he would realize that, that's not right, and you are also dead in this scenario.

🍰 If you lie and accept his feelings, you won't last long, either. He notices all the slight restless movements around him, your discomfort, the way you look at him. He hates liars, so it's best to be honest and die quickly rather than slowly.

🍰 If you have a strong, twisted friendship and you learn how to talk to him, how to act when he is difficult to interact with, and you just find him with his bouquet of disorders and trauma charming in his own way, then you don't need to say much to him.

🍰 He doesn't know anything about relationships. He can come off as toxic, as his jealousy flies from low to high in a matter of moments. He is still a snappy, angry, insane serial killer, he just now sometimes apologizes if he was too rude to you. More gifts too, woo-hoo!

🍰 He is obsessive, but that also depends on a lot of circumstances. He wants to be around you as much as possible. Just your presence gives him some sort of emotional bliss when his thoughts are a bit less loud than usual. At the same time, his thoughts are chaotic and get under his skin, and he can disappear for some time. Or one of your words can trigger him; he can be violent or distant.

🍰 Dates with him are attempts to replicate what he sees in movies. He watched whatever old VHS he found in abandoned cabins or houses in the woods, so it's pretty vanilla and traditional, dare I say: eating ice cream together, watching movies, slowly dancing to some old music. He uses old pickup lines too if he feels particularly spicy.

🍰 He isn't touchy. He is touchy unless there is a sinister goal in mind or he wants to be annoying. Toby subconsciously associates touch with bullying or violence. You have to teach him to appreciate affection and kindness, and it will take you a lot of time.

🍰 Eventually, with a lot of pain he adjusts to your taction. He likes to sit next to you, shoulder pressed against yours, while resting his head on your shoulder or head, enjoying peace and silence, while you fidget with his fingers, occasionally placing brief kisses on bruises on his hand. He likes small touches. Once he learns what a surprise hug is, he abuses the life out of it. Be prepared to have mini-heart attacks when he screeches into your ear and hugs you from behind while you return from a small grocery trip back home. Other than that, his level of tactility remains the same.

🍰 His mask and goggles are also mental protection for him from the world. You notice that he takes them off when he is around you.

🍰 He is weak for compliments..even if he overthinks, in some instances, becomes angry or sad, whatever mood hits at the moment, but deep down he is squealing. He will hint at that in his own way by trying to compliment you. This is also important as at times he feels paranoid you are plotting something against him, so compliment him when you can.

🍰 Small acts, like maybe washing his bloody clothes or sewing them as they have a lot of holes, makes him intensely love you. He just stares at you, you just think he is probably hallucinating something.

🍰 Movies showed what women truly desire, so he is a gentleman, ..tries to be, so he would bring you flowers that he probably snatched from a nearby garden. Would keep the door for you, all that, his twitching, ticking, can make it unpredictable. If you're slammed by the said door on your side, trust him, he didn't mean it.

🍰 If you see him just lying down and doing nothing for days, don't try to extremely cheer him up or, goodness forbid, say "smile some more." Just be by his side, be patient. He will become cheery again soon.

🍰 He is jealous, he cares about your attention more than ever. So be careful how you act around your friends, family, or strangers if you want them to be at least alive by the morning.

🍰 His mind can be fogged by rage sometimes, so stay out of his way, he isn't in his head when he is like that.

🍰 Oh, if you have an S/O while he is in this state. No more of that S/O, maybe not you either. If anyone dares to flirt with you, no more of that person, either. You can beg Tobs to just end the lesson with a severe beating but good luck with that. He may switch his unstable bloodthirst onto you if you try too hard.

If you reach this, thank you for reading this war and peace, hope this all makes a bit of sense lmao.

[jjkamochoso]

💌Valentine’s Day 2025 Event💘

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🍰 with Nanami Kento for @riddle-me-ri

Your ask was so sweet!!! Thank you for the kindness🥹❤️ I hope you love this!!

Nanami was stressed.

His normally organized kitchen apartment was a total catastrophe: pans scattered everywhere, bowls with multiple colored icings lay dormant, the piping bags oozing leftover topping onto the counter. Glancing at the clock, he saw he only had about 10 minutes before you arrived to your Valentine’s Day surprise, the surprise being the cake he had made you by scratch, not the disgusting mess of a kitchen he left behind in his quest for perfection.

Wiping his brow with the back of his hand, he let out an exasperated sigh. The cake was gorgeous, sure, but its beauty was marred by its background.

He had to clean up, stat.

Before he could put a single dish into the sink, he heard a knock at the door. Frantic, he began piling up as many dishes as he could fit in his arms before dumping them into the sink to be taken care of later.

“Kento honey? Is everything alright?” he heard you call out.

“Yes! Be right there!” he answered, moving quickly. He then registered the sound of the door lock clicking; you were using the key he had given you.

“You sounded out of breath so I wanted to see what I could help with,” you said sweetly, putting down the bouquet of flowers and bottle of wine you held. Your eyebrows lifted in curiosity as you peeked behind him. “I think I found it.”

Nanami’s face was coated in an embarrassed blush. “Y/n, darling, I didn’t want you to walk into such a mess. I’m so sorry to have ruined your evening-”

“Kento,” you replied, placing a loving hand on his cheek, “it’s really no big deal! You’re so hard on yourself for no reason. Whatever you made, I’m sure it’s amazing, considering how much hard work it looks like you went through to make it.”

He took a deep breath. “Thank you. I don’t deserve you.”

“Of course you do, my love,” you responded. “Let’s clean up and then celebrate, yeah?”

“That sounds nice.” His lips met yours as he placed his hands lovingly on your waist, melting into your touch. “Actually, why don’t we celebrate first and clean later?”

You had no qualms about that!

[bun-z-bakery]

Does Dogday have any bad or annoying habits?

✧. ┊ 𝑁𝑒𝑤 𝐷𝑜𝑔 𝑂𝑙𝑑 𝑇𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑠

Oh, absolutely! Dogday has a few little habits, good and bad. Some slowly died down after a while but these are just a few I could think of rn :3

Teeny tiny CW for this one! There is mentions of some destructive behavior such as hoarding and codependency. It's not too detailed but I wanted to let you guys know before reading!

Old habits die hard

He has a lot of old habits that were drilled into him during his time at playtime co. Like

Talking in third person. 

Following a strict schedule. 

Scolding you when you swear etc. 

It takes a bit, but eventually he's able to catch and stop himself. 

Sometimes he'll mess with you and speak in third person, all you can do is sigh and stare. 

Oh no! Our table! It's broken!

He breaks things, ALOT. He sometimes forgets his strength and has a habit of gripping objects a bit too hard that they break. 

Your phone? What phone? 

Your laptop? He has no idea how that happened. 

We don't talk about how the railing came off of the wall, even though he doesn't know how it happened! 

What's mine isn't yours

As much as he trusts his angel, he can never be too sure. 

He keeps cans of food or anything he can snack on hidden as a “just in case”. When you four escaped he used to be very territorial when it came to food. Not that he wanted to be. 

He knows he can trust you, but he also knows from experience anything could easily be taken away, so expect him to be territorial with food or gifts for the first few months and expect to find stale food hidden under your bed too. 

What's yours is his

Literally. 

Dogday hates being apart from you, he has a bit of separation anxiety. He'll even “borrow” your stuff when you're gone. 

Clothes? He can't wear them, so he'll make a little nest on your bed with them. 

Getting him to wake up and move from the pile so you can put your stuff away is a struggle. The amount of torn and ripped clothing you have accumulated is concerning. Coming home to your favorite sweater or shirt being ripped and torn under his weight while he's in dreamland isn't fun, but once again, he has no idea how that happened. Strange. 

Paranoia and over thinking until he drops. 

He tends to overthink and rambles alottttt to himself when you're not there. Poppy has a hard time snapping him out of it. He can't help it, if something happens to you he'll never be able to cope plus he would never forgive himself for not being able to protect you.

Whenever you're home, he's basically glued to your side. Privacy? You don't know her! 

He keeps an eye on everyone and sometimes walks around the property at night to make sure it's safe.

As much as you reassure him, he still can't shake the feeling that something followed the four of you out. 

Manners? Not in this house, apparently. 

He's a bit of a messy eater and slurps his food. 

Everyone agrees he should be more mindful of his eating habits, but he can't help it. It's good! 

It was cute at first, seeing him enjoy his first proper meal after so long, but cleaning the mess and himself wasn't. 

The look of disapproval and disgust on your faces was enough for him to stop. 

Keep your tongue to yourself please

Whether it be affectionate or because you have food on your face, it doesn't matter. He will lick you! You think it's gross, Poppy thinks it is absolutely disgusting, and Kissy just sides-eyes him when he does. The table was silent the first time it happened. He sees nothing wrong with it, so expect it to happen again. 

A/N: I really had fun with these, I know I'll probably think of more in the future lol he's a silly dude we love him in this house. Thanks for reading and here's your order! 🍰☕

[slyvieselkie]

Sweet As Bonbon - Aizawa Shouta

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Bonbon is an adorable nickname, everyone can agree, not many believe it should be associated with a man like him. When everyone ask who 'Bonbon' is, you show them your favourite photo with a bright grin. They expect the most charming, handsome, young man that has the sweetest smile...only to find Aizawa Shouta.

Smiles freeze as they take in the man on the tiny screen. A man that seems much older than you, with long messy hair, exhausted dull eyes, and an unkempt stubble. Well, that was definitely a surprise. Especially since the photo you show is one of his insane smiles, psycho adjacent. But no one has the heart to wipe the giddiness you show, so they smile respectfully.

You can tell he's not what they expected, nothing about this man is sugar and chocolate. Even his colleagues laugh at the nickname thinking you were just teasing Shouta, until they stop because the two of you aren't. Everyone grows seriously concerned that you're actually serious. The blonde man, Hizashi, glances between you and a pissed Shouta, "...You're definitely getting cat-fished, run girl-". Hizashi gets cut off by the cloths wrapping around his throat and everybody panics. Later that night you ask Shouta, what was that about? The black haired man waves your worries away, "Nothing, he's just chronically stupid."

But even the man himself can't help but wonder, all the time. He thinks about it a few times a day. Like when he decides to sneak into the shower with you, you'll squeal "Bonbon~!" at him before making room for his surprisingly large form. Or when you bring his forgotten lunch to U.A. He'll finish a class and return to the teachers' office to find everyone passing your sweet note with cute bonbon faces. Shouta despises how the word haunts his life and mind. He hates how everyone makes a big deal out of it and wishes the word never existed. But the man would also hate it if you stop calling him that, because you say it with so much love and affection. The day he stops being "Bonbon"...is the day you stop loving him.

He finally gets his wish on a random Sunday when he returns from his morning run. After stopping by the fridge for some cold water, Shouta makes his way for the bedroom when he hears your voice and someone else on the phone.

"Bonbon, whose that?"

Seated at your dressing table, you gasp and pause your makeup, "Oh my gosh girl, have I not told you about Bonbon?!", "No!", "Shit where do I start?".

Your friend on the other side snort, "Uhh maybe on how Bonbon came about?", you give a dreamy sigh and turn to look at the beautiful weather, "Well..."

Bonbon is a small chocolate confection, with a hollow inside where fillings can be hidden. These include sweet alcoholic ingredients, creamy ganache, fruit purees, and so much more. The sky is truly the limit when it comes to Bonbon and their combinations. And the best part of it, is the surprise. From a simple chocolatey treat to a galaxy of flavours. That is the best way to describe Aizawa Shouta.

....

At first, he reminded me of the marshmallow bonbon my patisserie used to sell.

You and Shouta met during your part-time employment at a patisserie near U.A. From the moment he first walked in, the man had caught your eye. The lanky customer stumbled in like he had just returned from war, or stepped out of the trash. All of the other customers also noticed him and their discomfort showed through how they cleared the pathway like he was Moses.

Your coworkers also eyed the man, wondering what a man like him was doing here. You also had your questions, like why on earth would he buy a liquorice loaf out of everything here? The disgusting thing was an item your boss had put on to please a niche audience consisting of herself. The patisserie would literally make one loaf a week because no one would buy it.

"This one please", he spoke in a gruff voice and you chirped, "Of course, that'll be $7.50 for today."

After returning his change, you placed the item in a small paper bag and smiled, "Thank you so much, have a good day!"

He nodded and left. As the door slowly shut, you felt the atmosphere lighten up and heard the whispers. Regardless of how you felt, it wasn't your place to step in so you just left to clean up. He was just a customer, and most likely a one time buyer.

Until he kept coming in and in. The man had a routine now, and it somehow always lines up with the days you would be working at the front. Monday afternoons, Wednesday mornings, and Fridays just before closing. And he would always walk around the whole store, tricking you to believe he'd buy something new, before picking the liquorice loaf. You two would repeat the same dialogue, no small talk or extra fluff. At some point, he became a part of you. A thing you had to check off the list to ensure that your day was complete.

Until he didn't come for the whole week, and it made you...different. You weren't right, weren't thinking straight or doing anything properly. It made you so distracted that you burnt yourself while melting sugar. The injury was small but you had to immediately leave for the hospital and was told to rest for two or three days. With that, you missed the black haired man another week. During that time, the ache in your chest grew unbearable.

You feared that you fell in a love with a stranger. A much older man who you know nothing about and speak a total of twenty words to him. However, there was something that drew you to him. Something that forced your eyes to follow him and every movement of his. A curiosity to discover what he contained inside that plain shell. A wonder to what other flavours he held.

It was nearly three weeks later on Friday when you met him again. You had finally gotten used to not seeing him...almost. That was until the bell rang signalling a customer and turned around to greet them, only to find him. Freezing for a moment, you stutter a welcome before scurrying off to the kitchen. You hid your face in your palms, your resolve to ignore the tightness in your chest had vanished. A sweetness rushed in, just from seeing him. What hell was wrong with you? Before you knew it, he was already at the register with his item. Why was he so fast today?

After taking a deep breath, you walked down and went through the steps on the routine. Say the amount, take his money, return the change, place his item in the bag, say your farewells, and wait for the next time.

"Welcome back, I missed you", your mind with blank hearing those words.

It wasn't in his usual grunt. It was a deep voice coated in sugar chocolatey richness, with an airy tone. And you felt your soul shatter into pieces. Oh gosh, everything was bursting out. Rushing out like a flood.

"Y-You can't say that", your voice and body trembled while he raised an eyebrow, "I can't, why?"

Opening your tightly shut eyes, you finally looked up at him and whisper terrified, "Because now I can't hide that I like you."

And his eyes widened while you escaped to the kitchen. But of course you couldn't hide from him forever, couldn't hide from his rejection. You knew what he'd say, that you were a foolish young girl who fell in love with a fantasy. Juvenile emotions, he'd scoff and walk away leaving your broken feelings to seep into the cracks of the ground. At some point you wished that he'd just walk off never to be seen again, so that you can remember him with a bitter sweetness. But you had a feeling he wasn't that type of guy.

You were right. When the lights were turned off, doors locked, and everyone walking seperate ways...he was waiting there for you with a blank face. Say it, you begged him in your mind. That you were a happy-go-lucky girl, that someone like you wouldn't know what love was. Because maybe he was right, maybe he wasn't, you were fine with that.

Except he only approached you, one step at a time at a slow pace. And you allowed him into your space, to stand in front and tower over. For his hand to land on your cheek and caress it so sweetly with a light touch. You gulped and bit your lip to void yourself, in case he woke up from whatever spell had been casted and ran off.

Until the black haired man gave a small smile, "Are you okay?", and you squeak out, "Aren't you supposed to reject me now?"

He blinked before chuckling, and you felt yourself drown in a sea of cocoa, "Is that how confessions go these days, I have to reject you?", "W-Well, I just assumed that would happen! I mean, you probably just see me as a kid!"

The twinkle in his eyes grow even more vibrant and he answered, so softly you thought it would be carried away by the wind, "Only assholes would think that. Regardless of age, your feelings are real and I should respect that."

You were thankful to the breeze for cooling your cheeks, because without it you might faint of overheating. Amused he leaned down and asked if you really wanted him to reject you.

"G-Give me a moment", you turn to the side and hold up your arms to block his sight.

Then you squeak feeling a bounce against your inner wrist, you pull them away only for the man to find your nose as a replacement. You whine again and he fits you against his body, breathy laughter tickling your ear like a cloudy marshmallow.

"Alright, we can take it slow."

....

But of course, Shouta had other flavours to him...possessive like lemon cheesecake.

Many people view Shouta as a tired man who couldn't be bothered to lift a hand outside of work. And all of his friends, family, and colleagues would agree. But you disagree with that. Whenever it came to you, Shouta was always 100. Including his mission to keep the 'wolves in sheep clothing' away from you. AKA the guys at your university.

You always assured Shouta that he was the one you wanted and the guys don't really chase after you, but your boyfriends begs to differ. During his intel collecting mission, stalking you, the pro-hero lost count of how many eyes followed you. He grew sour as a lemon seeing some think about approaching you. All the while, you innocently skipped along thinking about your classes. Unforgivable, death to all of them.

That day when your classes were finished, he texted you that he'll be there to pick you up. Confused, you sent a heart anyways and forgot about it for the rest of the day.

"Damn, what's with the crowd of girls?", your male classmate noticed as the two of you walked down to the gates.

You watched as groups of giggling girls with hearts in their eyes running past with their phones out. Thinking it was some kind of idol, you shrugged it off. That was until you reached the mess and your jaws dropped. Because in the eye of the cyclone was your man. Your man who wore a black button up, rolled up to his thick biceps, with matching dress pants and shoes. Not only that, he had cleaned up his appearance.

You huffed seeing girls ask if they could touch his ponytail.

"No, My girlfriend will be here soon so you should leave", the girls pouted, "Come on, it's just a touch~ Is she that possessive she won't let you have any girlfriends?"

After a few seconds he smirked down at them, "Is that really what you think?", one of them scooted up to him until their hips bumped, "What else~?"

Instantly Shouta cringed up like he just ate something tart, "It's more that I don't find you that attractive. You should see how much better she is than you, especially with the way she respects people's space and relationships."

Everyone froze including you at his response.

Then Shouta found you and his face softened, "There she is...with a guy", and Mr Lemon was back.

He flashed in front of you, enveloping you into a tight hug greeting you so sweetly. All the while glaring down the fool who dared to compete with him. The poor boy shrunk away and didn't bother to say goodbye before running off.

You didn't even care, nuzzling into his chest with the brightest grin. Only you could bring out the sugar within this man, the cake like richness that he saved only for you. Noticing this, he smiled and pecked your temple. What a terrible duo.

It only got worse from there, for everyone else. Shouta upgraded his wardrobe and tried his best to pick you up from university as much as possible. Regardless of his new status as the campus eye candy, whether those wolves still lusted after you, all of it would vanish when you stepped through those gates. Because Shouta's sour barrier kept them away while you ate up all that he had to give.

....

And very rarely does he become as bitter as dark chocolate and cherry liqueur.

It's a side that Shouta rarely shows to you. A cold, blunt, and apathetic version of himself that is only reserved for everyone else but you. The version called Eraserhead. Shouta tries to keep Eraserhead and you seperate, but the overlap is inevitable.

Like the time he forgot some paperwork at home so you had to bring it to U.A, only to find him grilling a student with fury radiating out in purple waves. Or when you get to see him in action, rescuing civilians and arresting villains. He's aggressive, dangerous, and icy. And the most memorable was the night you two were invited to a hero celebration party hosted by the government.

Shouta never attends those, he finds it boring and meaningless. However, his mind was changed when he was sent an series of photo from Nemuri. It was of you, dolled up the prettiest gowns with the cutest grin on your face. He sent back a message 'Buy all of them' with his card details, and accepted the invite. All the while unaware that he had started humming, and terrifying the rest of the office.

The night itself started off better than ever. You were bursting with excitement and greeting his colleagues so brightly, there wasn't a single person who wasn't charmed. But of course there will always be some bad apples, even amongst heroes.

As Shouta spoke to the few assemblymen, you had been whisked away by a few female proheroes.

You smiled shyly at their compliments, "Oh aren't you just the most cutest~?", "No wonder Eraserhead immediately snatched you up!", "I mean, who wouldn't want a young and sweet girl! Look, she doesn't even have a callous or bruise on her hand!"

Your smile faltered at the odd...compliment? Was it one?

"Wow, I bet you've never been in a fight before huh?", they giggled to themselves, "Come on, her?! I doubt she would even raise her voice at someone!", "Maybe that's why he likes her, easier to you know!"

The air suddenly felt hostile and you laughed uncomfortably, eyes scanning the room to hopefully find Shouta. After a few seconds, you found him with a few teachers from U.A and sighed in relief, time to escape.

That was until, "Look it's Ms Joke!", and you watched as a woman with sea green hair approach the group.

As you watched her lean in towards him with a teasing smile, whispers from behind echoed in your mind, "Have you met her yet? The two of them are quite close", "Yeah, everyone used to think they were dating!", "It's hard not to when she constantly jokes about it~"

"Joke about what?", a gruff voice spoke up and all of you turn around to find the black haired prohero.

The ominous and bitter look in his eyes made the women around you tense up, "I asked, joke about what?"

No one said a thing and his eyes flickered over to yours, softening but still brewing with abyssal darkness like the liqueur, "Tell me."

You choked up, feeling a child before him about to tattletale. It was so painful, how they were absolutely right. You'll always be a child compared to him, hiding behind his money and authority with a deep well of immature thoughts and feelings. It becomes stuffy in your chest, realising that everything you are and have now is an extension of him.

The hurt on your face was enough to tell him everything, but someone else joins in, "What happened? You all looked so happy humiliating her before?"

Eraserhead turns to the woman beside him, "M-Mirko, what are you saying?", the prohero laughed casually, "What, you thought no one else heard you? Joking that Eraserhead chose her because she's young and docile so he could control her better?"

Your eyes fell to the ground in order to avoid his, shame slowly seeped out through the stinging in your irises.

"Or distort his relationship with Ms Joke, implying something more than friendship?", your body curled noticing the increasing attention.

As the voices grew louder and harsher, you begged the heavens to just vanish into thin air. Suddenly, there were hands covering your ears. You look up to find Eraserhead, mouth shaped into an acrid scowl as his eyes narrow similar to the feeling of sharp alcohol.

He was saying so much, you assume it was very acerbic through everyone else's expression. None of it could you hear, was it someone's quirk? Maybe it was a good thing because in seconds, the situation grows physical. It looked like a bar fight with the way Mirko flies through the air, not a government party filled with proheroes.

The two of you escape the mess and into one of the chauffer cars. It's silent as the two of you collect your thoughts, you could see the driver pray a fight wouldn't start in the car. Then a force pushes your head onto the man's shoulder and your eyes well up again.

"I...I feel so stupid, so n-naive!", your voice cracks and lips lean down to catch your tears.

You feel him return, feel Shouta next to you, the dimensional change from Eraserhead to your sweet man. Sweet like the subtle, fruity, aftertaste of the cherry liqueur. And you cry even harder.

As much as he is proud of his heroism and work ethics, this makes Shouta hope that you and Eraserhead stay in different worlds. Because its a sign, that if Eraserhead is close...then you are in pain.

....

Your smile softens as you continue.

"He treats me as a normal person, always capable of learning more, but not hopeless and defenseless. He teaches me things I don't know patiently, let me figure things out on my own, allow me to be emotional. Because in his words, You should spend your youth free and limitless, reach the skies and if it gets too high...I'll be there to bring you back down".

On the other side of the door, Shouta has the brightest grin on his face. He's giddy, wondering how he should celebrate hearing this. Take you to a nice restaurant? Holiday across Europe? Ideas flood his mind as he walks away, humming softly.

"That's why I call him Bonbon, my Bonbon."

Hi Lovelies, long time no see!

Soz if Aizawa was a bit ooc for you, but that's the beauty of a tsundere! This one was actually very difficult to write because the initial word I had in mind was butterscotch but there wasn't much to write about and everything I could write sounded weird. So yeah, tough time for me.

Anyways, I hoped you guys enjoyed this one and I'll see you another time ✮⋆˙💋ﾒ𝟶ﾒ𝟶💋⋆｡° ✮

[valentine-cafe]

Hi there! I normally walk just past this place, but something smelled particularly good. The croissant, maybe? Chocolate? (Dark content, smut)

Yeah so like this is a bit of a weird ask and I know that... but the aesthetics of your page just made me think of an enigma whose body was like that of taffy? Squishy, soft, sticky, and most importantly, stretchy. I was thinking reader would be a man, who was working for the Resistance but ended up in the clutches of some very nefarious people.

Maybe they can start out with just invasive physicals, but it slowly worsens and... yeah. Do as much as you feel comfortable with, please!

Yours truly, Hush~

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⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ 209 jingyi / bttm male reader ꒱ you caught the mad doctor's eye. he hated the idea of feeling attracted to an experiment. and no matter how much he tried to sate it, he needed to get his hands on you

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𖹭. the mad doctor of valence has certainly seen many peculiar enigma around, but you by far were quite the special case. he is well aware of the classification of “body morphers” under the enigma hat, but you caught his eye in quite the special way.

𖹭. jìngyí had seen you around his brother a few times. he was uncertain why the depths of his soul burned with bitterness. he assumes it was the idea of an enigma type being out there that he had not quite explored. in reality it was you. the fact that a lowly enigma had sparked his interest in a way he never thought it would.

𖹭. he was disgusted, yet thrilled. like a snake eager to sink its fangs into new prey. one can imagine his excitement when his husband admitted to the same dark desires.

𖹭. lucky them. you’d found yourself caught in the last hunt and now found yourself along an examination table. jìngyí did well in exploring your limits. how far your body could go. viscosity? durability? compressibility, torsion, extensibility and temperature? oh he was salivating like a kid in the candy store.

𖹭. he especially loved the way that you would scream. how your voice would change depending on the shape and condition your elastic body was in. he found himself especially fascinated with how you’d cry when his hand would bury into your squishy side or around your sticky neck. even your tears tasted sweet.

𖹭. no matter all his experiments, he couldn’t rid himself of those dark desires that plagued his very being. so what better than to offer you a place in his circus? to perform, to live - while he induced you with a mind control mechanic?

𖹭. oh how you begged for him. how he adored the way your body would wrap around him and cling like a lovesick fool while he pounded your tight, gummy walls. one strong arm wrapped around whatever amalgamation your figure took while the other palmed at your squishy ass.

𖹭. you felt amazing. his mind would swim with pleasure every time his thick cock buried and throbbed into your warmth. he’d cream you so many times an over. it mattered how much or how long he fucked you over whatever surface he could find — he’d always end up cum drunk.

𖹭. jìngyí would be in a state when you started wrapping around him more intensely. extending your hands to provide him more pleasure as well. he’d bite down on whatever soft, messy flesh he could and buck his hips into yours like a feral animal.

“god you are so tight,”

a pant. a ragged groan. snake pupils constrict and his lips part. displaying fangs extended and blood on his tongue. soon to be more when he buried his cold face into your chest and bit again.

“h-hngh fuck -” your hand reaches to cling onto his hip. feel the way that he’s pounding your poor ass raw. filling it to the brim and fucking out his cum onto your thighs from the sheer intensity of his thrusts.

“d-don’t stop - dontstopdontstopdont -”

you choke out when strong fingers squeeze around your dick. a calloused thumb rubbing messy circles around your tip.

“you are disgusting.” the deep hiss finds your ear. followed by a hiccupping moan. his brows crease and he messily thumps his hips against yours as he tenses and squirts your walls white once more.

“d-disgusting little creature. but ah, d-damn. . . do you feel so good.”

he’d hoist you up. twisting your limps into whatever way he wishes as he presses you up against the examination table and goes for a third round. a fourth. a fifth. anything to ease this insatiable sweet tooth.

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Gah! I went on a trip and did a bunch of not really canon doodles! Also, posting official designs soon + another part of the comic.

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Pure Hatred

Idol!Lee Know X Idol!Female Reader

🍧🍰 - angst and suggestive

Authors Note: Welcome back in my lovely Angels! Hitting you with the next fic in our poll series, a angsty-suggestive lee know fic! It took me forever to decide how I was going to start this so please accept my apologies on the delay! I hope you all enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing this! <3

Warnings: Bully!Lee Know for a brief period of time, “baby” is used as an insult as well as “weak”, reader and lee know have a run in with a sasaeng,  use of pepper spray, 911 is called, steamy makeout, chest and ass groping, reader is later called “pretty kitten”

Triggers: Sasaengs, so craziness basically for a brief period of time! Mentions of a gun! And i think thats it 

You didn’t know why Lee Know hated you so much. There really wasn’t any reason for the man to hate you. Sure you had joined the group rather late, right before their big comeback, and you became one of their visuals but that wasn’t something to hate someone over.

 How could you tell he hated you? The look of complete and utter disgust he had every time he looked at you, or how he yelled at you a little more louder than the others when you messed up. You were constantly being called “weak”. It must be his favorite word for you because every time you messed up, it was the only thing he muttered.

You didn't hate him back. No matter how disgusted by you he seemed. You could never hate the man back. It was quite the opposite actually. You loved Lee Know. No. You were in love with Lee Know. You couldn't quite pin-point when you had fallen for him, but you were head over heels. He was so kind to the members, and he always worked his hardest to make sure everything was perfect.

You looked up to him as a mentor, he was so good at dancing and you were…well you weren't terrible. He had helped you a lot though. Despite seeming to hate you. He always made sure his teammates were their best and knew what they were doing.

Which is why you were both thrilled and upset that you were paired with Lee Know to go retrieve the group's lunch from the designation they ordered from, after a long game of rock-paper-scissors. A few words were muttered under his breath that you could make out as, “ Great, I got paired up with the baby. ”

While you were beaming at your group and waving them goodbye, Lee Know was rolling his eyes with a scoff and walking away from you. Quick to catch up to him with a smile still, you spoke up to him. 

“ I'm glad we were chosen to go! We don't get a lot of time to hang out together. ”

He didn't reply. Instead choosing to completely ignore it, as if he was ignoring you. You knew he wasn't though because you caught him glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. In a way you were relieved you had caught the glance, but you were also used to this at this point. Lee Know trying his hardest to ignore your existence.

You figured this would be just a normal, quiet walk to the destination. It was only about two blocks over and you both had dressed exactly how you dressed when going to the airport. Surely no one would recognize you while you looked like this, right. Oh how you desperately wished you were right.

How wrong you were. In a matter of seconds, a girl was rushing at you full force with something black in her hands. You didn't get a good look at it but from the panicked look Lee Know had when he pulled you out of the way, you could tell it was a gun. There was so much fear in his voice and eyes as he called your name to gather your attention. 

Your pepper spray was ripped from your keychain and held up as the girl came charging at you again, feeling fear as Lee Know was forced to use it on her. Worried about the girl when she let out a cry of pain despite knowing what she was trying to do to you. That's right. She hadn't been going after Lee Know. The gun had been aimed at you each time she went running. She wanted you to be in pain.

Your brain was spinning as Lee Know pulled out his phone and called 911 as quickly as he could. Glad he had pulled you into an alley a ways away from the girl. Eyes of fear staring up at him as he hung up the call with the operator. You had never been in a position like this before. It was presumed you were the fan favorite because nobody ever seemed to make any comments towards you.

Lee Know must've seen the fear in your eyes and felt pity for you. His arms automatically wrapping around you to give you an ounce of comfort to calm you down so you didn't cry. Your cries would probably only annoy him more. Your voice picking up to ask him something. Surely you were going to ask if he had been in this position before, but you didn't, instead you asked him a question he hated to hear.

“ Why do you hate me, Minho? ”

Your voice sounded so beautiful saying his name. The way it rolled right off your tongue had Lee Know in a trance. His whole being softened at your words. Suddenly feeling guilty for making you think such a thing. How could he have been so stupid?

“ I don't hate you. ”  “ But why do you look at me like you hate me? And why do you act so differently towards me? Surely you must hate me. You don't treat the others how you tre- ”, your words were cut off by a sentence you never expected to hear. “ I'm in love with you. ”

Your eyes widening, and your cheeks turning pink had Lee Know understanding why you had always followed him around so much. You felt the exact same way. He was dumb though and never caught onto it. Instead he had treated you badly because he never thought you would feel positively towards him.

There was no hesitation in Lee Know's actions as his lips met yours. You needed this. You needed something positive after almost being gunned down by a crazed fan. The way his lips molded so perfectly to yours had you seeing stars and holding onto him so your knees wouldn't buckle.

Gripping at his shirt as you kissed him back deeply. Hands sliding over his chest, pulling at his shirt for a moment before sliding your hands up his shirt to rest them against his pecs. While your hands had traveled upwards, his had traveled downwards. They had started at your cheeks but now they were gripping at your ass. Holding two handfuls of it and pulling you right against him.

“ i never hated you. I've always been in love with you, my pretty kitten. ”

If his lips had you red before, that sentence turned you into a complete tomato. You had never once been called something so sweet before. Sure the members always called you their little baby, or their star, but it was never in the same tone Lee Know had just used. They meant it in a friendly way, while Minho spoke with such love and care.

You couldn't help but thank fate for giving you such an opportunity. For giving you Lee Know.

Authors ending note; what did you Angels think? I think I did pretty well considering I’m not too terribly great at angst, but its the one I write the most. I really wanted to get Lee Know through but he’s the one I struggle with playing occasionally, so hopefully this wasn’t too off. Next is our last fic in the pole series and probably the smuttiest one, our Jins Homecoming fic! I actually wanted to have it out a few days after he was released but that didn’t happen unfortunately! Expect the fic to be out within the next two weeks though! Until then my sweet Angels 🫶

[ickytreats]

Today is not gonna be an easy day. Woke up all needy, head spaced out and squeezing my thighs together… 🍰

Dad secretly loves it when I get like this. Smothers me in affection but gets so hard, rubs one out every time I take a small nap. Feels disgusted with himself after so he’s back to spoiling me and the cycle continues.

Big Brother also loves it but is blunter. Strokes his cock under the sheets as we watch a movie. Has come to terms with it a while ago that he’s icky but can’t help it.

Dad who walks in on Big Bro fucking me into the sheets. Making me go deeper into my mind. As I sniffle, softly moan, whine while trying to tell him it’s icky, and holding either a pillow or something. Dad quickly yanks him off and starts scolding him. This causes me to get emotional meanwhile, Big Bro calls him out for the things he’s also done. Taunts him to try it himself as he undoes Dad’s belt.

Big Bro smirks as Dad tries to stop him. Finally lowering his pants and stroking his cock, no work needs to be done. He’s rock hard, Dad looks away panting cursing at Big Bro but still throwing his head back in pleasure. Big Bro just smiles while going to lay next to me. Calling Dad over, he's reluctant but does it. Running his hands over both our bodies, telling us we can't tell Mom. I whimper and squirm when Dad finally tries to push his cock in me. Big Bro quickly held me down and open with soft coos.

Dad's grip on my thighs tight as he fucks me. Letting the pleasure consume him trying to push away the fact that this is so wrong and icky. Finally looking directly at us Big Brother smiled and him before pulling me into a kiss. Making him watch us make out causing him just to thrust more desperately making me moan and squeal.

Big brother gets up and pulls Dad's face towards him. Kissing him hungrily, he had dreamt of this. Asking Dad if he is enjoying it, which he obviously is. Giving him one last kiss and encouraging him to keep going as goes over and grabs my face. Making me take his cock in his mouth. Dad’s guilt is gone at his son's actions and how his daughter cums on his cock.

I think I could've definitely kept writing but felt like it was already too long

[blues824]

Imagen the remarried empress with a female Alois trancy where everyone feels a bit yandere for her but rattrash.

🦋She has a dark past she hides from everyone nobody knows it only her and her demon servants (I feel sad what alois went through so much so I could not put it in the request I'll send the link where you can read it. )

https://kuroshitsuji.fandom.com/wiki/Alois_Trancy

🍰She becomes ingaged to kosiar and they can relate to there angry outburst kosiar didn't know about her past until he asked her why she is so bi polar and her telling him her backstory kosiar is ofcours mad with what his wife went true but still loves her no matter what.

(her asks for her if it was okay to name her lady trovi to escape her hated last name and it only gets used in professional settings and she loves it. )

🦋Imagen her getting invided by navier to te new years party and her haply sending navier a letter she would stay there for months after that before she missed her so much alois mc doest know about rattrash yet .

🍰Her arriving the eastern Palace and hugging navier when she sees her and showering her in gifts and compliments making rattrash and sovieshit jealous because navier gets love especially from the lady trancy te most difficult lady to pleas or befiend .

🦋Alois mc is haply waking to navier's room unil she gets intruped by rattrash asking who she is and if she is going to visit her "sister navier " and introducing herself as sovieshit his mistresses making the Alois mc give her a death glare and walks away before the Mistress loses her eye.

🍰But rattrash doesn't relize she is messing with a ticking time bomb and continues until she gets slapped by alois mc lucky het butler was there to remind her of the tea party with navier making her happy and following her butler like nothing happened.

🦋Rashta crying to sovieshit that she was actackt by what she later knows is lady trancy and how sovieshit had a crush on her because of her beauty he still does so he said to rattrash not to mess with her she can be dangerous especially to those who she hates .

🍰Imagen if ergi tells her she made one of her maids lose a eye because she spild tea on her dress and not to mess with her she is known to be violent to the people she doesn't like so if she wants to keep her eyes stay away from her and people forgive lady trancy because of her beauty .

🦋Imagen during the dinner party wher rattrash is crieing about how nobody likes her because she is a commener causing the alois mc to trow something at her and starts yelling to her navier having to calm her down or she whoud have stabed her fork in rattrash her eye.

🍰Later after the dinner she has a mental breakdown and navier holding her she doesn't know what made you feel so broken until she hears hear her backstory like rattrash she was sold as a slave only for some dirty old guy his needs and inheared the disgusting man his name land because of it and hearing that rattrash constantly use her past as a excuse after she hid everything form hers made her lose control.

🦋Heinley acedently lisend to the lady trancy her horrible background and wanting to protect her from sovieshit he sees her as his sister and wants to help her get a new title in the western empire so she can be rid of those memories of her past after that he let her burn down the trancy manor .

( about lucka kosiar put a gravestone for her so she can remember her brother he knows how important family is )

I’m changing it so that Reader is married to Kosair.

TW: Pedophilia mentioned (former head of Trancy manor)

Sovieshu Vict

He attended yours and Kosair’s wedding, and he had to admit that he was jealous of your husband because you were so beautiful. It was a great time, and you both had a great impression of each other. Unfortunately, your paths didn’t cross very often, but when they did your butler would give him a sour glare. Luckily, you were invited to the New Year’s Party a few years later, and he would get to see you once again.

Sovieshu hated the way you immediately clung to Navier the entire time. To be fair, you hadn’t seen each other in a while, and you saw her as a sister, and your husband wasn’t there, but he was there, too. You presented Her Imperial Majesty with gifts and kisses on the cheek upon arrival, and the emperor couldn’t help but be jealous. Once the disaster of a party was over, you retired to the guest chambers in which you would be staying with your butler.

Over the next few days, he tried to talk to you but Claude would always usher you away. One day, however, Rashta came to him crying about how you were mean to her and slapped her. You had a certain reputation preceding you; you were a woman who, if one was to get on your bad side, it could result in physical, emotional, mental, or financial pain… sometimes all four. Sovieshu stroked the young mistress’s hair as he warned her not to go near you again, or she could lose an eye. You see, unlike her, your story was a good one because you built up your way to wealth rather than slept your way into higher society.

When your husband returned, His Imperial Majesty couldn’t muster up the strength to see you so in love with another man. You also seemed to gravitate towards Prince Heinrey of the Western Kingdom, which just further pissed him off. Like… he was an emperor, and you were more amicable towards a measly prince as well as a lord (your husband, Kosair). Little did he know that he was one of the people who had yet to face your anger for daring to betray your lovely sister-in-law.

Rashta

She had no idea you existed until the New Year’s Party. Everyone was whispering about you, and she went up to Sovieshu and asked who you were. That’s where he told her that you were Lady Trovi, wife of Kosair Trovi and his sister-in-law through his wife. You were invited due to you being the heiress and current head of the Trancy estate and wealth. She did not hear his warning not to get in your way.

A few days later, she saw you making your way to Navier’s chambers along with your butler. The young lady saw this as the perfect opportunity to befriend you, so she called you by your title and married name (‘Lady Trovi’). You turned and saw the young lady, who you assumed to be a servant who was dressed in a vibrant light blue dress. However, imagine your own surprise when she introduced herself as Sovieshu’s mistress. She asked if you were going to see “Sister Navier”, and you responded by slapping her and shouting that you were the only person who could call Her Imperial Majesty by that title.

Later that afternoon, she met with Duke Ergi, who informed her that she only dealt with a small shred of your wrath. He told her that you had actually stabbed out one of your servant’s eyes just for spilling tea on your gown. Now that Rashta thought about it, she had seen a maid with an eyepatch walking about from your guest room to other places in the palace. Maybe the upcoming dinner could be a chance to reconcile with you?

Nope. She ruined any chance of reconciliation by complaining to Sovieshu about how no one liked her because of where she came from. You were fed up with being cordial, and you stood up and slammed your hands onto the table. You threw a butter knife at her, missing her by only a little, and you started screaming about how you, too, came from nothing but you never used it as an excuse to be… for fear of getting the mature community label… a jerk. This caused everyone to stare at the mistress in disgust and disapproval, and Navier moved to hold you and walk you back to your room. Your butler followed in tow, picking up your coat that you had left behind.

Navier Trovi

She met you before the wedding, and you saw her as a sister figure almost immediately. She was the one to suggest that you change your name to Trovi, since she knew that you did not like your past but rather the things you learned from it. She enjoyed your presence as well, and she knew that if she was going to make it through the New Year’s Party with Sovieshu having a mistress, she needed you there. So, she invited you. You would be staying in the palace two months following as well.

It was unfortunate that the party went as horribly as she thought it would, but you did not discover the fact that Sovieshu had a mistress. For all you knew, Rashta was just another noble who accidentally outshined the Empress. However, a few days later, there was a loud commotion outside of her room and when she went to investigate she found your butler holding you back from attacking the mistress, who had a visible handprint on her cheek from a harsh slap. You were calling her a ‘common whore’, disgracing the way that commoners build themselves up to greatness.

The upcoming dinner was a sight to behold. You stuck by Navier’s side, as your husband, her brother, was not present yet, and she was the only one who could keep your anger in check. Claude became well acquainted with Her Imperial Majesty, and she saw the Faustian contract mark on your tongue. When you were asleep, she went to the library to do some research. Claude knew this, but he also knew that she wouldn’t say anything lest you be killed for this unholy binding.

Navier expected the dinner to be a hot mess, but it was worse than she thought it would be. Rashta was crying about how no one liked her because she used to be a commoner when you got fed up and stood up, slamming your hands on the table and quickly throwing a butter knife at the white-haired girl. It didn’t hit her, but it cut a strand of hair. Navier quickly got up and hugged you, bringing you to her chambers. Claude followed the two of you with your coat. Once there, she let you cry it all out. She knew you were a commoner originally, but you told her that you inherited the Trancy name because the original man was a pedophile and you basically seduced him. You hid everything, but you could tell that Rashta was hiding things as well, and you told your “sister” Navier.

Heinrey Lazlo

He met you at the New Year’s Party, and you were sticking close to the Empress… the woman he fell in love with and set his sight upon. He was curious as to who you were, as he was new to the Eastern Empire. You seemed a bit childish at heart, but from what he could tell you were loved by everyone. Your butler trailed not far behind you, no matter where you went. That’s when he noticed a strange mark on your tongue whenever your butler was next to you.

Anyways, there was the whole dress drama that went down, and to say he was kind of angry would be an understatement. However, you were livid. How dare Rashta compete with Her Imperial Majesty?! And she even dared to blame it on her instead of admitting that she copied her dress?! She also stated that she was the person who was receiving his letters. Heinrey could see through the lie, and Claude took note of that. The two began their suspicions towards each other, but it did not concern you nor Navier.

The dinner a few days later was a disaster, as you threw a knife at the Emperor’s mistress. You were then led by Navier to her chambers, and your butler followed closely behind with your abandoned coat. Once the coast was clear, he also followed and listened in on the conversation you were having with his Queen. To hear all of the horrors you went through was absolutely heart-breaking, and he vowed right then and there that he would protect you as he would protect a sibling.

When Kosair was exiled from the Eastern Empire, Heinrey informed you that you both could go to the Western Kingdom and seek refuge there. Your butler bowed before going to pack your things for you. You wished Heinrey luck in his endeavors, and went back to the Trovi Manor. When the whole thing with the guards happened, he noticed an elegant blur going around, and he knew it to be Claude Faustus, your butler.

Kosair Trovi

Your matrimonial union to him was arranged by Lord and Lady Trovi as well as the former head of the Trancy Manor. This infuriated you to no end, and you both clashed at first. Both parties were fearful for your future as a married couple. After one such fight, he actually realized that he was in the wrong, and he apologized by purchasing a bouquet of your favorite flowers and proposing in the traditional form. Needless to say, you both got married.

It was unfortunate that he was always out-and-about, as you did grow to love your husband. Oftentimes, you reminisce about how you told him what you went through in your childhood, and he held you as you sobbed. You felt comfortable feeling vulnerable in front of him, but other than that you just had your butler. When he did come back, however, you had another issue: Rashta, the Emperor’s mistress. From what Kosair had heard, you have been thrown into hysterics twice and almost stabbed her. 

He knew there was something up with Rashta, and when he kidnapped Lord Rimwell he figured everything out. Her story matched yours a lot, but you went through significantly worse. You see, the former Head of Trancy Manor was a pedophile, and took you in with that intent in mind. You just picked up some skills and seduced the man into making you the heiress once he inevitably passed. Rashta was at least consenting in her encounter with Alan Rimwell.

Then, soon after, he was exiled from the Eastern Empire. Heinrey allowed you both to go to the Western Kingdom to escape, but one thing that you both made sure to do was to delay your own departure until Claude returned. After all, the butler was their best chance of easing their way outside of the palace because Sovieshu went yandere for whatever reason and tried to trap Navier from leaving.

[blorbusshmorbus]

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[bobbiereynolds]

Depredation (Bucky Barnes Oneshot)

Character/s: Bucky, Sam, Zemo, Selby mention

Word Count: 1,521

TW: sa, implied sa

A/N: Me? Writing about my issues? That's crazy. Unheard of. Never been done before lol. This is silly, like really silly, but I might be replacing my couch with a bed and when I tell you I couldn't be more excited!!! My apartment is too narrow for both and idk, I have some bad instances attached to couches. It's been really hard to sleep since I moved. Hopefully they take my couch and I can get my wonderful bed with new strawberry sheets 🍓🥰🍰 I will be getting back to requests ASAP, just been something I couldn't get out of my brain until I wrote about it! ❤️🍓❤️🍓❤️🍓❤️

The cool air kisses your skin. Down your neck, your collarbones, the breeze bites, sinks her canines into you. You cannot resist. You cannot fight back. You must let her, greedy and starved, until you are nothing, until she is full. You are exposed, after all. You are asking for it, you think, but dare not say. It’s a costume. Lingerie. A series of mechanisms meant to hug and pinch disguised as (paraded as) armor. A threat. For them or you? It used to be a symbol, a great warning, but somewhere between then and now it became a target. The bullseye sits at your chest. They have heard the stories. You were always easy prey, weren’t you? Dutiful. Dedicated. Docile. You were well trained. It wasn’t really all that bad, right? It wasn’t the kind of thing you could find satisfaction in: the job. Lure them. Do as they pleased. And when they were done, put them down. There are a myriad of moments that cross your mind in the middle of a sunny day when you are least expecting it: a hand over your mouth, your legs, on your stomach. Body parts come to mind. Things they took without asking. By force. And then, there is a follow up of relief: the flow of red from their mouth, the gurgling, the groveling. You wait until they are quiet, unmoving, before you clean yourself off. Sometimes there are bruises. Bite marks. You let the water run until it burns. And when you are done, when you have scrubbed yourself raw, and all that remains is their lifeless gaze, then you may leave. There is no satisfaction in a job like this, but there a sickening kind of contentment. Do what they will, let them, and in the end they all must die. 

You’re not sure who came up with the plan, only that you’ve found yourself stepping back, regressing into an old life, an old world. One you swore you would burn to the ground if it happened again. If this happened again. Maybe you could have fought. Hissing, before erupting. Your voice would have grown hoarse. You would have stifled a sob. Maybe it would have changed things. Instead you looked at each of them, humiliation and fury and insecurity washing over you. Realization sinks into you: this is always how it goes. This is always who you will be. Bucky goes to say something, but you turn, gaze downward, taking solace in the next room where you will inevitably change. When you come out you can feel them stare. Before you were you: feeling and thinking and a mass of complications. A person. After, you are desire and disgust and shame. You don’t know how quiet you’ve grown, how occupied you are, until you feel the cold touch of his hand, his prosthetic, intertwine his fingers with yours. It draws you back. You can’t look at him. Madrippoor was a city you found most of your clients in. You try not to pay attention to the streets, the clubs, the crowds, sure you’ve been a guest in all of them. It leaves you feeling sick. The Brass Monkey Saloon. Zemo takes one last look at all of you. You know your instructions. They are not so different from what they used to be, though you are far more conscious. Alive. Aware. He lets go first. 

You find yourself between Sam and Bucky, grateful, knowing this was not unintentional. Zemo leads. Hands reach out to touch you, pinch and caress. Some follow your every move. You might have moved on, but the stories stayed the same. The myth, the monster. Others whisper, snicker, move through the crowd towards you. Follow. You try not to think about it. Picture it. What will happen. What has happened. Despite yourself, you look back, catch a glimpse, an attempt to memorize faces and features. All you see is danger. They know better than to touch you, but there is nothing else to do. The panic radiates off of you. If this is going to work, everyone must remain calm. Sam gently places a hand on your back, moving so that he is closer, a blockade between you and them. Unable to speak, he prays that this is enough of a sign. A comfort. You ball your hands into fists. Grit your teeth. This is not forever, you must remind yourself. This is finite, a temporary state. An act. A masquerade. Still, it is indefinite. There are no seconds to count. There is no timer. This will take as long as it needs. Still, you hope they will hurry. 

There isn’t a moment of hesitation in him. Zemo speaks and Bucky complies. Why was it so difficult for you? It’s not that hard to feign interest, to smile, to put your mouth on someone else’s. And yet, amongst the chaos, a man has pulled you into his lap. He smells of expensive alcohol and cheap cologne. Maybe it’s the other way around. His hand is on your inner thigh. You want to scream. Yelp like a wounded dog. It’s a second, less than, that you meet Zemo’s eyes. For the mission, you can hear his voice, and suddenly it isn’t as hard as you anticipated. You lean back, whispering, using the voice they all like. Make your promises. A bedroom, a hotel room, just him and you. He can do whatever he wants. Tonight, you even insist, though you know, you were promised, you would go to bed alone. He tries to kiss you, but you turn your head, a reflex you immediately regret. He doesn’t take notice. There is spit on your cheek. You do not push him off. You do not grab the knife on your person and stab it into his eye, carve into his face until his jaw hangs loose from his skull, slice into his jugular until you are bathed in red. You slide off him, nonthreatening, polite. You smile. He smiles back: all of his teeth are gold. 

Inside, you stand beside Bucky. Selby looks you up and down. Intrigued by you and him. Unlikely, and yet so alike. Zemo goes on about the deal they might come to: information about the serum for the both of you. She says what you’re all thinking, what everyone has ever thought about you: you are good for one thing and one thing only. He assures her you are the best at everything you do. You want to vomit. You could kill yes, but so could everyone here. If she took you, she would use you as they all have. They talk, but you cannot hear them over your own heartbeat. The room is hot and dark and it is too much. It reminds you of too much. You don’t hear Sarah’s voice or the gunshot or the thud of Selby’s body against the ground. None of it registers. It is instant. A pause in reality. Outside of your body. Bucky pulls you out, pushing you in front of him, and you resist the urge to fight him, to tell him to stop. It is instinctual. He would never, and yet you cannot tell the difference between him and them. They are interchangeable in this moment.

The four of you escape into the crowded streets. Zemo is upset, angry, but you don’t care. Instead you suck the fresh air, needy and gasping. One by one you crack your fingers. Repeatedly, repetitively, until the ringing in your ears subsides. Away from everyone, Sam hands you his jacket wordlessly. You try not to think about it. You’d never been so aware of their want. Desire. Lust. Just looking at you, knowing your reputation. Had it always been that way? It must’ve. You were so far away, all those years. Buried somewhere inside, deep, where no man could ever really touch. Ever get you. And when it was over, when they let go, when they got off of you, you came back temporarily. You’d move without thinking. If not a knife then a gun. If not that, a glass of scotch or a belt or a high heel. Anything could be a weapon if you were well trained enough. You’d bludgeon them before you let it happen again. You didn’t care what happened next, only that you had to get this thing off. Go back to the life you built, to the twin bed you slept in where there was no room for a second body. Please, you want to beg, you’d do anything to get out of this. Unhook, untie, unclasp. Rip it off if you had to. Claw your way out. Anything to stop being this person, this creature, this object. Please, you catch yourself saying, unsure of what to say next. Please, breath caught in your throat, and you know you have been you all along. You never “got out”. That was the facade, not this. You never left. You never moved on. This will always be a part of you. You can scrub, but it will never go away. Please . . .

[melancholichugs]

Hello there!!

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Welcome to the ask blog for my version of Twisted Goob! My name is Nox (or Momo), and I'm the sole owner of this blog! The Dandy's World brainrot got too strong so I gave in to the voices to create this blog for this little sad guy! My favorite toon/twisted!

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Basic DNI criteria such as: homophobics, transphobics, racists, sexists, zoophilia, anti-Semitic, MAP, proshippers, etc, etc

NSFW/18+ STUFF OR BLOGS.

Supporters of Rox, a previous dev of Dandy's World. On topic of this, I do NOT support Rox or Qwel’s past actions at all.

Basically, don't be a weirdo and we'll be good!! — — — — — — — — 💙 (o x) ❤️ — — — — — — — —

WHAT CAN YOU ASK?

Asks are usually open unless I say otherwise btw!!

Simple lore related questions! I may not answer some of them if the questions delve deep into the lore... heh.

Interactions! You can give Twisted Goob treats, hugs (especially hugs), head pats, etc!

Relations he has with other twisteds and toons!

You're free to give him almost any curse you'd like, just don't go too crazy. I will make a limit on how long he will be cursed for, which is about 10 asks. So, m!a's are allowed. Even encouraged. Could be fun.

You can also ask me, the owner, any questions as well. You can ask me for some headcanons, questions about the au, etc. As long as they aren't weird or gross.

Basically, almost anything! Unless it applies to the things listed down below.

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WHAT CAN YOU NOT ASK?

LITERALLY ANY SORT OF NSFW OR SUGGESTIVE ASKS.

Please no romantic asks. If I see someone wanting to kiss Goob or something related to that, I will delete the ask. The best you can give him are hugs and/or head pats. You can ask if Goob has any romantic interests though.

TEMPORARILY, I will not be roleplaying with any other ask blogs as Twisted Goob. For now, it's reserved only for @rottingmelancholycake. I'll let you guys know in a post when this changes!

ALSO AS A NOTE, please DO NOT ship my Goob and @rottingmelancholycake's Cosmo together! Their relationship with each other is ONLY platonic and they're close friends! ESPECIALLY don't do this with me and Mars. If I see an ask that even implies or jokes about this I will smite you.

(Of course, no hate to those that personally ship Cosmo x Goob. I respect all ships that people create. Except for the disgusting and illegal ones. If you ship Toodles and/or Pebble with anyone GET OUT OF THIS BLOG.)

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WARNING! This blog will contain some sensitive topics such as:

C4nnib41ism

G0r3 and potential violence

Potential character death(?)

S31f-H4rm

I will tag the post accordingly to every trigger or content warning that may be in it! Please steer away from these posts if you're uncomfortable with it!

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TAGS! (So sorry that this is long…)

# 💙❤️- The Hugger Meekly Whimpers. (Goob responds to basic asks.)

#❓💙 - The Hugger Patiently Waits. (Normal posts.)

# 👁️🖤 - The Hugger Spotted You. (Goob interacts with other blogs.)

# 🍰💙 - Kneading With The Ex-Baker. (Goob interacts or mentions @rottingmelancholycake‘s Cosmo.)

# 🐈💔 - Crumpled Paper. (Goob mentions or interacts with Scraps.)

# ⁉🖤 - The Hugger SNARLS. (Goob interacts with normal toons.)

# ❤️🧸 - It Brings Comfort. (Goob’s teddy bear is mentioned or seen.)

# ❤️‼ - The Hugger Hugged Back. (Goob is given hugs and/or head pats.)

# 💔⁉ - The Hugger Silently Weeps. (Goob gets/is inflicted with a curse.)

# 💔💧- Reopening These Wounds of Mine. (Goob reminisces the past/angst tag. This also doubles as the lore tag.)

# 🩸🖤 - TEAR ME OPEN. LET MY INNARDS SPILL OUT. (Tag for warnings and sensitive topics.)

# 🍓🍰 - Love is Strange… (Sprout x Cosmo is mentioned.)

# 💕🐍 - The Shifting Cryptid Is Yapping. (Ooc tag/the owner speaks.)

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OTHER NOTES:

There won't be much posts and such regarding ships, but Fruitcake (Sprout x Cosmo) WILL appear from time to time. Twisted Goob is their number one supporter.

Should be obvious, but ichor is bl00d in this au.

Apologies if I don’t nail the toons’ or twisteds’ personality correctly! It’s something that I tend to struggle with so I’m very sorry if you think that their character isn’t 100% correct.

This blog is VERY headcanon heavy! So almost everything you see here is just my own interpretation of Twisted Goob and Twisteds in general! Nothing here is canon to the Dandy's World lore!

When ooc, I, Nox, will speak using this colored text!

The owner goes by any pronouns by the way!

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TWISTED GOOB'S REFERENCE!

TW FOR S31F-H4RM SCARS AND ICHOR

(Art is made by me, Nox, btw!! I hate it but it’s better than nothing- also, if you’re wondering, he did “draw” the smiling mouth on the teddy bear with ichor.)

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And lastly.. This section is dedicated to my lovely friend and QPP, Mars (who is the owner of @rottingmelancholycake!) for making a duo ask blog with me... They will do art for my blog and I will do writing (and hopefully art) for theirs! I love them so much... Please check out their blog and give them your support!!! Love you, Mars! 💙

Welp, that's it for this post… Hope you enjoy your stay and have a great rest of your day!