#➜ asks ♡

[chocotama]

Please make a tutorial on how you made the gifs in this post!

Hellow! I'm not the best at explaining, but I'll try my best. Not comfortable doing a video tutorial. My apologies!

Basic Tutorial of This Post

Or, how I did this:

Applications -> ibisPaint X, CapCut, Photopea

Step 1 -> Separate your edit into layers

Please see below for reference.

Notes:

Don't make too many layers. I recommend no more than 5 if possible. Doing so will create more difficulty later on.

Have a background for your edit. This will be the image you will first import into CapCut.

By background, I mean this in my example.

Step 2 -> Save each layer individually as a transparent PNG.

Select which layer you want to save.

Click the three dots at the bottom right of your screen

Click "Save Layer as Transparent PNG."

Step 3 -> Import your background into Capcut.

Click on "New Project" — this will open your gallery.

Import your background, then click the check mark at the top.

Click "Overlay" at the bottom to add your layers.

NOTE: If your layers aren't layering properly, scroll to the right. There's a "Layer" button to adjust.

Step 4 -> Animate your layer.

Click "Animations".

Stay on "In" animations. Choose an animation to your liking.

Repeat for all layers.

Once done, export by clicking the export button at the top right.

NOTE: CapCut has a watermark at the end of each export. Make sure to remove it using your gallery editor.

Step 5 -> Import your video into Photopea

Open Photopea

Click "File" in the top left.

Click "Open..." — this will open your gallery.

Select your video.

It will ask to input your FPS. I personally do 13 FPS, I recommend 10-15 FPS if your device lags a lot like mine. But you can use whatever FPS you like.

Step 6 -> Exporting your GIF

Click "File" again.

Click "Export as..."

Click "GIF".

Click "Save". You're done!

NOTE: This might take awhile for some devices, please be patient.

OPTIONAL, Step 7 -> Making it repeat once

Before saving, change the "Repeat" to 1.

Click "Save". You're done!

Conclusion

I hope this was simple and explanatory enough! 😓 If you have any questions, feel free to ask!

Thank you for reading! Spheal wishes you a great day/night. 🌟🦭

[mimimar]

(open pages for better image quality)

the moment I heard elphaba's delivery of "there's a girl i know..." in i'm not that girl i knew i had to draw this comic, i strongly recommend listening to it while you read for the full experience!

this comic is a companion to this piece (which was inspired by glinda's delivery of the same line in the i'm not that girl reprise).

pages 1-4 are from elphie's pov, pages 5-8 are from glinda's.

prints of individual pages: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

flower meanings in order of appearance:

[aedearly]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

So you've done cock sizes and squirting reactions for the LADS but what about how each of them cum/orgasm? Streams, spurts, a lot, a little? Holding close or gripping tight with hands? Pulling forward? Etc.

.☘︎ ݁˖ . HOW THEY CUM !

✧ paring : sylus, caleb, xavier, zayne, rafayel x reader (separate)

✧ tws : nsfw/smut, creampie, cow-girl, doggy style, sub!rafayel, spanking, hair pulling, gagging, biting, neck kissing and others!

Sylus is the type to cum hard and deep, letting out a low, breathy groan as his muscles tense up. His orgasms are intense but controlled—he doesn’t lose himself completely, but you can feel the power behind each thrust as he pushes in as deep as possible, holding you firmly against him like he’s trying to fuse your bodies together.

He’s a spurter, releasing in thick, strong pulses that hit deep and leave a warmth that lingers. His grip tightens—whether it’s his hands around your waist, one wrapped in your hair, or fingers digging into your thighs as he keeps you in place. If he’s really lost in the moment, he’ll let out a quiet “Fuck—”under his breath, voice husky and slightly shaky.

If you’re riding him, he’ll pull you down flush against his chest at the last second, holding you still as he empties himself inside. He likes to feel every second of it, dragging it out by rolling his hips, making sure nothing goes to waste. Even after he cums, he doesn’t let go immediately—his hands linger, his breathing heavy as he presses lazy, possessive kisses against your skin, still reveling in the aftershocks.

Caleb is a slow builder when it comes to orgasm. He holds back, savoring every second, his breath growing more ragged as he gets closer. When he finally lets go, it’s a long, shuddering release, his body trembling slightly as he pulses inside you. His cum doesn’t spurt out in thick shots—it seeps out in warm, steady waves, spilling deep and coating every inch. It’s messy, unhurried, and almost overwhelming.

His hands aren’t gripping tight like Sylus—Caleb’s more about holding you firm yet gentle, big hands resting heavy on your hips or sliding up your back to pull you close against his chest. If he’s behind you, his fingers will dig into your waist, guiding you slowly through the aftershocks as he catches his breath.

He’s not loud, but you’ll hear him—a sharp inhale, a low groan that vibrates against your skin, maybe even a whispered “That’s it, pipsqueak…” if he’s feeling particularly rough. And he doesn’t pull out immediately—he likes the feeling of being buried inside you, soaking in the heat and wetness, his lips brushing against your neck as he rides out the last waves of pleasure with slow, lazy rolls of his hips.

Xavier’s orgasm hits him like a slow-burning fire, one that builds into a sharp, almost unbearable peak before he goes still for a second—then completely unravels. His release isn’t about spurts or streams—it’s a deep, throbbing pulse, a thick warmth that just keeps flowing out of him, filling you up in heavy waves that seem to last longer than they should. You can feel every tight clench of his abs, every twitch of his cock inside you as he gives in completely.

In doggy style, he loses himself in the control, gripping your hair at the base of your skull and pulling just hard enough to arch your back perfectly for him. The moment he cums, he yanks you up onto your knees, keeping his chest flush against your back while his free hand locks onto your hip, forcing you still as he buries himself deep and stays there, making sure you take every last drop. His breathing is ragged against your ear, a rough growl of your name slipping past his lips, low and strained, like he’s fighting the urge to keep fucking into you through the aftershocks.

Even when he’s finished, he doesn’t let go right away. His hand in your hair loosens, fingers slipping down to cup your throat, thumb stroking your jaw as he lets out a deep, satisfied sigh. And if you so much as try to move before he’s ready? His grip tightens again—a silent demand to stay right where you are.

Zayne’s orgasm is a slow, aching surrender—he tries to hold back, tries to draw it out, but when it hits, it’s unshakable. His release isn’t sharp or sudden; it’s a deep, rolling pleasure that spreads through his body like a slow wave. His cum seeps out thick and heavy, pouring into you in lazy, unhurried pulses that leave a deep warmth behind. He doesn’t tense up completely—instead, his muscles shudder subtly, his breath hitching as he lets out a quiet, gritted groan that melts into a low chuckle.

With you on your knees, ass up, he runs a warm palm over your skin, fingers squeezing possessively before he delivers a slow, deliberate slap to your ass—not rough, but firm enough to make you jolt slightly beneath him. Again. And again. Each time, his touch lingers, soothing over the heat his hand left behind, his other hand pressing into the dip of your lower back to keep you exactly where he wants you.

When he finally cums, his grip tightens just enough to hold you steady, his hips pushing forward in one last deep roll as he sinks inside you to the hilt. A deep, satisfied “Fuck… that’s my girl.” escapes him as he rests his forehead against your spine, catching his breath. His hands stay on you, tracing your curves, squeezing your hips, his fingers drifting lazily over your skin. And before he even thinks about pulling out, you’ll feel one last, lingering smack against your ass, paired with a smug little hum—as if he’s already thinking about the next time.

Rafayel tries to hold back, tries to keep his composure, but the moment he gets too close, his body betrays him. His breathing gets uneven, his thighs tense beneath your touch, and his hands clutch at whatever they can find—your hips, the sheets, his own wrists if you’ve pinned them down. His orgasm isn’t sharp or explosive; it’s messy, drawn out, overwhelming. His cock twitches and throbs, spilling out in slow, leaking pulses that leave him trembling beneath you. He gasps, eyes fluttering shut, a soft whimper slipping from his lips as his body completely melts into your touch.

The moment your teeth sink into his shoulder, his whole body jerks beneath you, a strangled sound escaping his throat as his head tilts back. Too much. Too good. His fingers dig into your skin, desperate for something to ground himself with, but the pain mixed with pleasure only makes him unravel faster. His chest heaves, muscles tensing, before he finally slumps back, completely spent, completely at your mercy.

Even after he’s finished, his body still twitches with aftershocks, his cock giving one last weak throb as he lets out a breathless, needy whine. His hands tremble slightly when they reach for you, still craving your warmth, still needing to be held, to be reassured. If you press another bite into his skin—softer this time—he’ll shiver, let out a breathy little “Please…” before burying his face in your neck, too dazed to do anything but let you have your way with him all over again.

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[lilac-dreamxxz]

⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀foꬻts⠀⠀.✿

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ᥲ 𐐼 ɑ 𐓠 𐓟

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ϐ ხ ⴆ 𝗯 𝕓

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𐐽 𐓧 𝗰 𝐜 ᥴ

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𐓱 𐓰 ძ ᧚ 𝗱

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ᧉ ə ꫀ ᧉ 𝗲

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ƒ ʄ ƭ 𝙵 𝖋

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ց ꬶ ʛ ᏽ ᧁ 𝗴

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ჩ ʜ ⴌ 𝙷 𝗵 ꚕ

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꪱ ɪ 𝕚 𝖎 𝘪 ι ᴉ 𝗶

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ʃ ȷ ᩭ ʝ ჯ ʝ

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝕜 𝙺 ᴋ 𝘬 𝖐 𐓤 𐓦 𝗸

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𐑚 Ɩ 𐑙 𝗹 𝗅

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ⴜ ꬺ ꭑ ⴅ ꧑ 𝗺

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ռ ᥒ ꬻ ⴖ ɴ 𝗻

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ɵ ⱺ 𐓫 𐓪 𐐫 ᦢ ꧐

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ թ ⲣ 𝗉 𝗽

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ǫ ϙ զ

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ɾ 𐑩 𐑾 𝗿 ⲅ ɼ

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ธ ꢺ ꮪ 𝘀 𝙨

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ȶ ʈ ե t̲ 𝘁 𝐭

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ꭎ ᥳ ʋ ⴎ ⴑ 𝘂 ꭒ

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𐐷 ᥎ ⱴ 𐑫

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𑜴 𐐶 ꭐ ⴍ ⴓ ω 𝘄

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꭖ ꪎ ϫ

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⴁ ⴘ ⴗ կ ყ 𝘆

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑧⠀⠀𝖟⠀⠀𝐳⠀⠀𝘇

[fireflysugarpie]

I'm literally so obsessed with the fact that Shang Qinghua and Shen Qingqiu married the most extreme versions of each other

like, I'm pretty sure that people have already brought this up, but Shang Qinghua and Luo Binghe have the same, "I'm just a little guy, you wouldn't hurt a little guy, would you?" pathetic, pitiful, crybaby aura (even though Binghe is a lot more selective with it lol)

and Shen Qingqiu and Mobei-Jun are icy beauty, rich, dense, spoiled brats that both go insane over (1) pitiful hamster man (for different reasons, but still)

I feel like if they didn't fucking die and get transmigrated, they could've had a cute assholes to assholes but lovers arc :<

[ateezscupid]

shy innocent but experienced san x physical touch reader where she loves to play with his hair or touching his hands. sometimes didnt even realized what she does had effect on san

─── SENSITIVE ♡ ft. wooyoung, seonghwa, mingi & hongjoong

SUMMARY / All you were doing was giving your boyfriend head scratches. You didn't expect him to completely fold under your touch.

warnings ✩ SMUT, FLUFF, sub!san, soft dom!reader, head scratching, dry humping, handjob (m receiving), public handjob, praise, san is literally trying to mold himself into reader

word count ✩ 1,68k

tags ✩@desirehorizon @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @lezleeferguson-120 @hwallazia @ddeongmatz

ATEEZ MASTERLIST / REQUEST

"So, what do you guys want to watch tonight?" You asked, flipping through the channels on the TV. The question was met with a content sigh from San, who was lounging comfortably on the couch next to you, his head resting on your shoulder.

"Terminator!" Wooyoung yells, bolting up from his chair and snatching the remote out of your hand. You laugh and give San's head a gentle scratch, his eyes fluttering closed in response. He leans into your touch, a soft smile playing on his lips. It's a simple gesture, but it speaks volumes about the comfort you share.

"Didn't you force us to watch that yesterday…" Seonghwa mumbled, his eyes still glued to his phone.

"Well what did you wanna watch?" Wooyoung retorted, tossing a cushion at Seonghwa, who catches it with a smirk. The room was filled with the familiar, comfortable sounds of your friends bickering over the TV show choices. You felt San's breathing slow down, his muscles relaxing further into the couch.

"Anything besides the Terminator! And we still have to wait for Mingi and Joong to get here. They went to get food; they might have a movie they wanna watch." San mumbled, his eyes still closed. You couldn't help but chuckle at his sudden passiveness. San was always the one with strong opinions, but tonight he seemed unusually mellow.

You smile, your fingers ever so gently scratching his head, the motion rhythmic and soothing. You notice how much San enjoys this simple act of affection. His skin is warm, and the faint scent of his shampoo fills the air, mixing with the aroma of the popcorn Wooyoung is making in the kitchen. The room is a warm cocoon of friendship and ease.

He melted into your body, his arms wrapping around your waist. You used your other hand to intertwine your fingers with his. He didn't say a word, just held onto you as if you were his lifeline in a stormy sea. Your heart swelled with love and affection for him. San was usually so strong and independent, but in moments like these, his vulnerability was a treasure you cherished.

He snuggled against you, pushing his face into the crook of your neck. You could feel his breath hitting your skin, the small noises he was letting out turning into silent whimpers of pleasure.

Seonghwa and Wooyoung weren't even in the room anymore. They were both in the kitchen bickering about food and movies. San's grip on you tightened, and you realized he wasn't just enjoying your head scratches; he was craving this closeness. You leaned into him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. His body was tense, and his eyes remained closed, but you could feel the tension in his shoulders start to ease.

"Sannie?" you whisper, still continuing to scratch his head. He didn't say anything, only whimpering in response, his hips pressing against you even more. You felt the heat rising in the room, not just from the warmth of the bodies but from the sudden tension coiling in your stomach.

You could feel him beginning to move against your thigh, and your breath hitched. You knew San wasn't just enjoying the head scratch anymore; his body was responding in a way that was unmistakable. You stopped, your hand frozen in mid-air. "San?" you asked softly, a hint of uncertainty in your voice.

"K-Keep going…" San murmured into your neck, his voice low and needy. You hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do next. Your eyes darted to the kitchen, where the sounds of your friends were faint but clear.

"Sannie? Are you hard?" You whispered, your voice barely audible over the TV. San's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, and he nodded, his eyes still squeezed shut. You felt a thrill of excitement and nerves race through you. This was new territory for both of you, and the suddenness of it all was both thrilling and a bit overwhelming.

You resumed your gentle stroking, your eyes flicking to the kitchen door every few seconds. The noises from the kitchen grew louder as Wooyoung and Seonghwa's debate reached a crescendo, but you focused on San, on the way his breath grew ragged, the way his grip tightened on your hand. His hips began to move more insistently against you, and you felt yourself growing wet, the friction of his arousal pressing into you.

"Ah," you murmured, understanding dawning. Your hand didn't stop moving, the gentle scratches now a silent communication of your own growing desire. You felt San's pulse quicken under your fingertips, his body reacting to your touch. The air grew thick with tension, and your own breathing grew shallow as you tried to process this unexpected turn of events.

He whimpered, his entire face now hidden in your neck as he tried to control his breathing. You knew he was getting closer, and the anticipation was making you ache for him. The sounds from the kitchen grew fainter as the blood rushed to your ears, focusing solely on the intimate moment you were sharing.

Your other hand let go of his and reached underneath his sweats, your fingertips grazing the fabric of his boxers. San's grip on you tightened even more, his breath hitching as you touched him. He was definitely hard, and the heat from his arousal seeped through the material. You bit your bottom lip, trying to keep your own moans from escaping.

"Stay quiet for me," you whisper, your hand reaching under his boxers and wrapping around his cock. San's eyes snapped open in surprise, but he nodded eagerly, his eyes locking onto yours. You could see the hunger in them, the need for release that mirrored your own.

You began to stroke him in time with his hips, your movements slow and deliberate, watching his reactions with each pass of your hand. His cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, and his breaths grew shallower, his eyes fluttering as you touched him. It was like watching him unravel before your very eyes, and the power you had in this moment was intoxicating.

"You're so pretty," San whispered, his voice a shaky rasp as he buried his face deeper into your neck, his teeth grazing the soft flesh lightly. Your pulse quickened, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. This was a side of him you had never seen before, a side that was raw and exposed, desperate for your touch.

Your hand began to move more purposefully now, your strokes growing firmer and more deliberate. San's hips started to rock in sync with your hand, his whimpers growing louder despite your gentle warning. You could feel his cock pulse against your palm, his need for release becoming more urgent with every passing second.

The sounds from the kitchen grew closer as your friends approached with the food, the clinking of plates and the murmur of their conversation cutting through the haze of desire that had enveloped you both. Panic set in, but you were too far gone to stop now. You quickened your pace, hoping to bring San to climax before they entered the room.

"F-Fuck-" he whimpered quietly, his body tensing as he tried to hold back his voice. You could feel the tension in his cock as it grew harder in your grip, his movements becoming erratic. You knew he was close, and the urgency in his movements spurred you on.

You reached for a blanket behind him with your other hand and threw it over top of your laps, returning that same hand back to his head, continuing the gentle scratches to cover for what was happening beneath. The scent of his arousal filled the air, mingling with the smell of buttered popcorn. You had to be quick and discreet.

San's hips stuttered against your hand, and you knew he was right there. You stroked him faster, feeling the wetness at the tip of his cock smear against your palm. His breath hitched, and you felt his body tense up, his nails digging slightly into your side. You leaned your head closer to his, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as your hand worked its magic.

"I'm g-going to…" San's voice was strained, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. You felt his cock throb in your grip, and with one final, firm squeeze, he came. His whole body jerked, his warm release spurting onto your hand. You held him through it, your strokes slowing down as he trembled against you.

The kitchen door swung open, and Wooyoung and Seonghwa stumbled back in, arms laden with food. You casually wiped your hand on the blanket and hoped the sound of the TV and their own chatter would cover San's muffled cries of pleasure. San's breaths were heavy and erratic, his body still twitching slightly. You placed a kiss on his cheek and whispered, "Good boy," into his ear.

He blinked at you, his eyes glazed over and filled with a mix of embarrassment and satisfaction. You couldn't help but smile at the adorable sight, feeling a sense of pride and love swell within you. "You okay?" you asked, your voice low and gentle.

San nodded, his arms still wrapped around you, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Yeah," he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. You leaned back to give him some space, but he only tightened his grip. "Don't… don't let go."

"Even Mingi wants to watch it! So shut up and accept it!" Wooyoung declared, setting the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table.

"But we already watched it!" Seonghwa protested, rolling his eyes.

You smile against San's forehead, your hand still buried in his hair. "Okay," you murmur, stroking him soothingly. The sound of your friends' laughter and the smell of the food brought a sense of normalcy back into the room, and you felt yourself relax slightly. But the intimate moment you had just shared was still fresh in your mind, and you knew it was something you'd replay over and over again.

[thebrainrotsreal]

Was pondering how Mark’s rigid ass mask/lens is prob a Budget Thing (since squishy, bendy lens are pretty much a mandate for all hero animated series, like JL, BTAS, TNBA, Spider-Man, etc), and then I was slapped with a vision of Mark in a more JL/BTAS-ish style and I had to see it through. I am a genius btw.

[suskz]

Saw jockchan x nerd reader. I was wondering if you could write something about swim captain Chan x quiet female reader ?

pairing: SwimCaptain!Chan x Quiet!fem!Reader

t/w: smut ; semi-public sex ; secret relationship ; oral (f!rec) ; jealousy ; exhibitionism kink (but no exhibitionism) ; unprotected sex (be smarter, don’t do that).

w/c: around 1,8k

a/n: It’s 1:45 a.m. here, I’m going to sleep now. Hope you like it! ♡

18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

There are 25 minutes left until the end of the training session when you arrive.

"Come see me at training today, it will bring me luck for tomorrow’s championship." This was his sweet request this afternoon, and you naturally said yes; it's just a pity that you arrived an hour late.

Your quick steps to take a seat in the stands can’t be heard by the guys as they talk near the pool, but Chan notices you the moment you enter.

His head turns in your direction and he smiles at you, waving a hand at you. You do the same, returning the greeting.

Immediately, his eyes shift to Changbin and Jisung though, members of the team, who seem to be arguing, and he approaches them.

It doesn’t take you long to understand that they were arguing about who is the fastest swimmer of the two, as shortly after they are giving each other challenging looks as they get into position and enter the water when Chan gives them the signal.

You like seeing him in leader mode in moments like this. It’s extremely hot, but also really cute when he turns in your direction to look at you, shaking his head in exasperation, making you giggle.

But your attention shifts a little further away from you when you hear a girl speaking.

"Did you see him? Now you can’t say he isn’t gorgeous." One of the two girls says to the other.

“He’s freaking perfect, oh my God,” the other girl comments. “What did you say his name was?”

“Bang Chan; I’ll give you his Instagram.”

Your teeth clench at the last sentence. Are they talking about Chan? Your Chan?

The same Chan who kisses, fucks, and cuddles you every day?

You briefly consider letting them know. You should turn to them and tell them to their faces, but there’s something holding you back, keeping you still. And this thing prohibits you from letting them know how things really are, so you sit there in silence, enduring their annoying compliments about him for what feels like endless minutes.

Yes, his body and muscles are stunning. Yes, his voice is sensual and his laugh is sweet. Yes, he has an irresistible gaze. Do they really need to keep repeating that?

When the training ends and you think you’ve finally gotten rid of them, they’re in front of him before you can make a move.

You watch them from afar, standing and waiting, trying to appear as normal and indifferent as possible while they congratulate the captain for his hard work as a leader. Ah, and also for his hard work in the gym.

He chuckles with his dimples showing, first shaking his hands in front of himself in a gesture of denial, but ending up scratching the back of his neck as he thanks them cordially. The two girls look at each other and giggle.

But a few minutes later, it’s you who finds yourself in the locker room with him, his hands on your hips and his lips on yours, feverish and needy.

“Were you jealous?” He grins teasingly, but deep down he feels immense tenderness and perhaps a little embarrassment knowing that you love him so much that you can’t stand other girls complimenting him in that way.

You don’t respond, looking at his bare chest and hoping he’ll stop.

His smile grows, “I saw how you were looking at them, your eyes were burning flames.” He stifles a chuckle as you raise your head with a guilty expression.

“Was I that obvious?” You ask, your cheeks starting to blush, embarrassed by your exaggerated reaction.

“Yes, but I like it.” He leans in to kiss you again, but soon his hands slip under your shirt and you break the kiss.

“Chan, we can’t do this here.” you whisper against his lips. All the other guys from the team are just meters away, taking a shower. You risk being heard, and you don’t want that to happen.

“But I need you now.” he whispers on your neck, starting to leave warm, wet kisses.

You don’t respond, but you tilt your head to give him more space and don’t stop him, and he takes this action as agreement.

He licks and sucks on a patch of your skin, leaving a red mark that will be prominently displayed for days. He might get completely hard just at the thought of you walking around with the mark of his presence on your body, even if others don’t know whose it is.

He pulls away and admires it, then gives it one final kiss, making you hiss from the slight pain.

Needy, his hand grabs yours and pulls you into the bathroom. You don’t resist; you follow him, silent, and together you enter one of the showers, closing the curtain. The one in the corner, with an empty shower next to it.

And then, Chan turns on the water, wetting both of you, although not completely.

“Chan, you finally came in, why did it take you so long?” Changbin yells from a few showers away.

“I just had a moment with Y/n.” Chan responds casually, as if he weren’t currently lowering your shorts and underwear at the same time.

“Oh, she’s already gone?” This time it’s Jisung’s voice.

“Yeah, she went back to the dorm.”

There’s something, something that arouses both of you at the idea that you’re doing something you shouldn’t be doing while his friends are there, just meters away from you, unaware.

His fingers move skilfully between your folds, rubbing your clit with one finger quickly while two of his other fingers hold your pussy lips open as your hips move back and forth instinctively.

When his fingers enter your cunt, they do so easily from how wet you are and from all the times his cock has been inside you.

You take his face in your hands to bring your lips closer to his ear so you can talk to him, “We don’t have time, put it in already.” You whisper, and his cock twitches in the tight shorts he’s wearing, reminding him of how damn tight they feel.

He withdraws his fingers and turns you around, replacing them with his dick, entering you slowly to allow you to more easily suppress any sounds that could be heard by the others.

His hands hold the lower parts of your cheeks to spread them apart to get in deeper as he moves inside you. It’s not the best position, but you can’t bend over because you’d risk slipping.

Your moans are silent. Your heavy breaths are fortunately hard to hear with the shower water running and their voices humming.

Chan tries not to fuck you too hard to avoid the sound of your skins slapping together. Because you’re not alone, and no one must hear you. Even though, maybe, he actually wants someone to hear you. He wants someone to find out about the dirty things you’re doing without their knowledge, right there near them. Maybe he secretly wishes someone would open the shower curtain and see you in this situation.

And maybe you want it too.

But these thoughts don’t stop both of you from freezing at the sudden sound of Hyunjin’s voice. “Does anyone have shower gel?”

His movements pause only for a moment. He should feel embarrassed, mortified to hear his friend’s voice so close to you in such a situation, but instead, it sends a jolt of pleasure to his cock, and he immediately starts moving again.

You look at him with an expression now fearful, but this arouses you as much as it does him.

Jeongin’s voice is quick to respond, “I do, here it is.”

“Thanks Jeonginnie, love you.” Hyunjin thanks him in his sweet voice.

Chan pulls out of you, but before you have time to say anything, he turns you around, grabs your thighs from behind, and lifts you, pushing you against the wall. His arms slide under your knees and spread you open, re-entering you.

“That’s better.” he whispers against your lips, and you nod in agreement with quick breaths.

The pleasure intensifies for both of you. A soft moan escapes his lips, not being able to hold it back, causing him to bite his lower lip and hide his face on your shoulder, his ears turning redder as he failed to contain his pleasure.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling strands, causing his hips to buck up in a harder thrust, making your head slide back against the shower tiles.

It’s at this moment that the others start coming out of the showers, and soon they are out of the locker room after greeting Chan and telling him to hurry up.

When everyone is out, you both look at each other, then chuckle.

“I couldn’t hold back anymore.” you admit.

“Me neither.” he says.

“I noticed.” you tease, and he looks at you with narrowed eyes and furrowed eyebrows in an offended look.

You clench around him on purpose, eliciting a needy moan from his lips. In response, he thrusts into you, and this time it’s you who whines.

“You’re as needy as I am.” he grins, resuming his movements. This time you’re a bit freer to let out your voice, but you need to hurry. His thrusts are faster now, reaching deeper spots inside you, being able to fuck you harder, eliciting a series of staccato moans from you.

“Touch yourself.” he orders and you immediately obey, without needing to be told twice.

His movements become more erratic. He’s close, and you can tell by the way his cock twitches inside you and releases small droplets of pre-cum.

His moans grow deeper, and he closes his eyes, trying to hold back from coming with all the self-control he has to make you reach your climax too, with him. But it’s difficult for him, and soon he has you back on your feet, giving a few final thrusts before pulling out of you and stroking his cock quickly through his orgasm.

He tries not to throw his head back in pleasure, wanting to see the ropes of his hot cum covering your pussy and thighs as you stand there with trembling legs.

Your mind is still fogged with pleasure, and you don’t notice what’s happening until you feel his tongue on your clit, which makes you let out a whimper. You look down to see your boyfriend on his knees with his head between your legs, looking up at you.

You run your fingers through his hair, and he pulls away, “You need to come quickly, someone will be coming for spot checks soon.” He warns you before returning with his tongue between your folds and two fingers inside you, stroking at your sensitive spot.

[cerealsnail]

the emerald duo on top left is so cuteee. can we have a closer look of just them

um yes!!! ty for asking they are my little guys!!

[chocotama]

I rlly should stoop bothering my moots but one last question !! Could I ask where you found like the border for the Venti banner from this post ^^' ??

If you aren't comfortable than that's okay too !! Wishing you a good night / day !! ^^

Hahaha it's alright!!! I genuinely don't mind!!! (:3)

I actually made the border myself, so here's the transparent version of them! 🌟

[floralgraveyard]

NATURE AND ANIMAL THEMED YANDERE ASK GAME.

🕷- I want you to be scared of me.

🪰- I'm scared of you.

🕸- I want to take pictures of you without you knowing.

🥀- I want to lock you away from the rest of the world.

🐝- I want to sting you with my love.

🪶- I need to pluck away all other people in your life.

🌲- You are mine.

🐾- I want to leave a trail into a trap for you to fall into.

🐁- I want you to capture me.

🌷- You are the most beautiful thing I've ever laid my forsaken eyes on.

🐣- You make me my true self.

🦌- I want to be your prey.

🐅- I want to prey on you.

🪴- I spy on you from behind the bushes. (or in this case. behind the screen)

🐦- You are so innocent... little do you know the truth...

🪱- I want to gut you. You'd look so pretty with your guts all spilled out.

🦂- Poison me.

🦗- Your never getting rid of me.

🐕‍🦺- I want you on a leash.

🐶- I want to be your pet.

☘️- Your own little message, your choice.

[aedearly]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of loose quotes taken from various characters from hades (supergiant games). these quotes are from the first game of the series. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst! feel free to edit as you see fit, especially since some are gendered.

❝ i’m leaving. try and stop me. ❞ ❝ that could have gone better. ❞ ❝ why can’t you just stay? ❞ ❝ i wish you could come with me. ❞ ❝ you’re coming with me. ❞ ❝ i have to take you back. ❞ ❝ but for you, i will be making an exception. ❞ ❝ whew… they’re gone. ❞ ❝ now, come on, we got places to be! ❞ ❝ may the fates favour your journey. ❞ ❝ oh you know, i’d rather have my eyes put out, but thanks for offering! ❞ ❝ if only… ❞ ❝ you should be ashamed of yourself, and learn your place. ❞ ❝ ahh, so you are taking pity on me, then? ❞ ❝ i’m sorry that it has to be this way. ❞ ❝ you’re late. ❞ ❝ will i see you soon? ❞ ❝ did you miss me? ❞ ❝ i’m home. ❞ ❝ we’re heading home. ❞ ❝ you… came back? ❞ ❝ i hope i didn’t keep you waiting very long, did i? ❞ ❝ is something wrong? ❞ ❝ i can’t believe this. ❞ ❝ i’m in your debt. ❞ ❝ there’s going to be payback, you know. ❞ ❝ … damn you. ❞ ❝ this is for you. ❞ ❝ do you remember me? my name is—ah, nevermind. ❞ ❝ i’m not who you think i am. ❞ ❝ keep following that heart of yours. ❞ ❝ to hell with this place! ❞ ❝ fear is for the weak. ❞ ❝ oh, look at you, you poor, poor thing, you’re hurt! ❞ ❝ you’re such a sweetheart. ❞ ❝ you brought this on yourself. ❞ ❝ no need to thank me, mate. ❞ ❝ please, i don’t want to do this… ❞ ❝ you don’t have to do this… ❞ ❝ only the best for you. ❞ ❝ i hope you’re right. ❞ ❝ gods grant me strength… ❞ ❝ that is the worst idea i think i’ve ever heard. ❞ ❝ do you understand how little sense that makes? ❞ ❝ look what i found! ❞ ❝ something’s changed about the beating of your heart. ❞ ❝ no wonder they don’t like you. ❞ ❝ wish i could be there to see your face. ❞ ❝ i’ll earn your favour yet. ❞ ❝ how bad could it be? ❞ ❝ hello there, handsome. ❞ ❝ … this is the cheesiest thing i’ve heard from you. ❞ ❝ what has gotten into you? ❞ ❝ blood and darkness! ❞ ❝ lucky for you, i’ve no pride like many others here. ❞ ❝ it’s over. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ go. away. i won’t repeat myself. ❞ ❝ i knew your heart was true. ❞ ❝ let’s kiss and make up! ❞ ❝ mischief, me? oh please! ❞ ❝ i don’t know how you can stand this kind of thing… ❞ ❝ you tried. that’s what matters. ❞ ❝ a man after my own heart… ❞ ❝ why won’t you give up? ❞ ❝ ever so stubborn, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ life and death, one and the same. ❞ ❝ you’re running from yourself. again. ❞ ❝ what do you want from me? leave me alone. we’ve nothing to discuss anymore. ❞ ❝ i cannot bring myself to stay upset with you forever. ❞ ❝ the truth is i’m a lover, not a fighter. ❞ ❝ i have to see her! ❞ ❝ so how goes wilful disobedience of late? ❞ ❝ you think all these gifts will make things go back to the way they were? ❞ ❝ we’re older now—i’d hope we’re wiser, too. ❞ ❝ i have to go. ❞ ❝ we were having such a good time! ❞ ❝ time is up. ❞ ❝ you’re so reckless. ❞ ❝ thank you for always keeping me on my toes. ❞ ❝ your luck’s run out. ❞ ❝ i don’t know why i bother with you, honestly. ❞ ❝ may i call you my friend? ❞ ❝ i’d like to make a toast, to you! ❞ ❝ no need for special thanks. ❞ ❝ i’ve some memories i’m not quite ready to give up on yet. ❞ ❝ i’ll break your heart. ❞

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

Hmmmm...Did you write the LNDS men of "How their lovemaking look like"? If not, what is their kind of lovemaking look like? Is it rough and passionate, sensual and intimate with a deeper connection?

໒꒱ ₊˚ THEIR LOVEMAKING ?!

❧ warnings : fem!reader. nsfw/smut, p*ssy drunk men, biting & marking, creampie, manhandling, mild degradation, non-stop s*x size kink & difference and Xavier is a freak in his part.

❧ note : i was waiting for someone to send me an ask like this. ily.

．𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒 — 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒹ℯ𝓋ℴ𝓊𝓇ℯ𝓇.

Sylus doesn’t just fuck—he consumes. His desire is a bottomless pit, insatiable and overwhelming, and he buries himself in them like he’s trying to lose himself completely. His cock forces you open, stretching your pussy around his girth, thrusting in deep, slow, intentional. He makes you feel every inch, dragging against their walls until your gasping, shuddering, their body betraying you as you squeeze down on him.

His grip is unyielding. Fingers digging into their hips, forcing you still, holding them in place while he watches your body react, burning the sight into his memory. He wants to hear you break—hear the way your moans crack, the way you beg without meaning to. He feeds off of it. His mouth is on you constantly, sucking marks onto your throat, biting your shoulder, tongue lapping at the sweat beading on your skin.

His voice is a low rasp against your ear, rough, strained—“Take it. Let me feel you.” Not a command. A demand. His thrusts grow rougher, deeper, hips snapping against theirs with force, the wet sound of skin meeting skin echoing in the dimly lit room. He’s lost in you, drunk off the way your pussy clenches around him, milking his cock, pulling him in like you don’t want him to leave.

And he won’t. Even when he fills you, pumping you full with thick, hot cum, Sylus doesn’t pull out. He stays inside, cock still throbbing, stretching you open, keeping you full. His breath is ragged, lips brushing against your temple as he murmurs, “I need more.”

And then he starts moving again.

．𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 －𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓊𝓃𝓈𝓉ℴ𝓅𝓅𝒶𝒷𝓁ℯ 𝒻ℴ𝓇𝒸ℯ.

Caleb fucks like he fights—mercilessly, all-consuming, and without hesitation. He doesn't slow down, doesn't ease you into it. The moment he's inside, stretching your pussy around his cock, it's over. His thrusts are rough and fast, forcing you to take him, knocking the breath from your lungs with every snap of his hips. He’s big, and he makes sure you feel it—feel the way he splits you open, fills you so deep your legs shake from the sheer intensity of it.

He holds nothing back. His grip on your thighs is bruising as he keeps them spread, keeping you wide open for him, helpless beneath his relentless pace. There's no escape, no chance to catch your breath. His cock pounds into you, dragging against your walls with each brutal thrust, every stroke sending another shock of pleasure straight to your core. You’re shaking, overstimulated, but Caleb doesn’t stop—not until he’s gotten his fill.

His voice is low, breathless, rasping against your skin as he leans down, pinning you beneath his weight. “You can take it. Don’t run from me.” His teeth graze your neck before he bites down, hard, leaving marks, staking his claim in a way that makes your body clench around him. The second he feels it, he laughs, a rough, breathy sound against your ear—like he knew you couldn’t resist him.

His cock twitches inside you, driving in deeper, faster, harder. His body tenses, muscles straining as he slams into you with one final thrust, spilling inside, filling you up with thick, hot cum. But even then, he doesn't pull out. Doesn't move. Just stays there, cock still throbbing inside you, making sure every last drop stays right where he put it.

Caleb presses his forehead against yours, breath still heavy, his fingers tightening around your hips as if daring you to move. Then, with a smirk and a rough kiss against your lips, he murmurs—“We’re not done.”

And just like that, he starts again.

． 𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 － 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝑔ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓁ℯ 𝒸ℴ𝓃𝓆𝓊ℯ𝓇ℴ𝓇.

Zayne makes love like he’s savoring every second, like he’s memorizing the way you feel beneath him. His touch is firm but tender, guiding your body with ease, making sure you’re comfortable, worshiped, and wanted. He kisses you slowly, deeply, taking his time as he slides his cock inside you, stretching you open inch by inch until you’re completely full. He groans softly against your lips, feeling the way your walls flutter around him, trying to adjust to his size. “You feel perfect,” he murmurs, his voice low and warm, as if he’s already drunk off the feeling of you.

His pace is slow at first, deliberate—he wants you to feel everything, to savor every drag of his cock against your walls, every inch sinking deeper, pressing into spots that make your breath hitch. His hands roam your body, tracing your curves, holding you close, making sure you never slip away from him. He watches every reaction, memorizing the way your lips part, the way your back arches, how your fingers clutch at him like you need him.

“Look at me,” he breathes against your cheek, his fingers tangling with yours, pressing your hands down beside your head. His thrusts grow deeper, hitting the spot that makes you tremble, makes soft moans spill from your lips. His forehead rests against yours, his breath mingling with yours, lost in the moment. He’s passionate but controlled, making love to you like he has all the time in the world—as if nothing else exists beyond this.

As your pleasure builds, his movements grow more desperate, his breathing heavier, his control slipping as he thrusts harder, deeper, chasing the feeling of being as close to you as possible. His grip on your hands tightens, his lips brushing against your skin as he groans, “I need to feel you come around me.” And when you do—when your body clenches down on him, trembling beneath him—he follows, his cock pulsing inside you, spilling his warmth deep inside, filling you up completely.

Even after, he doesn’t pull away. He stays buried inside you, holding you close, his lips tracing lazy kisses along your jaw. His voice is a quiet whisper against your ear, full of affection, “I don’t want to let go.”

．𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 － 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓇ℯ𝓁ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓁ℯ𝓈𝓈 𝒻𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓀.

Xavier is a force of nature in bed—wild, eager, and unrestrained. The moment he’s inside you, he’s on fire, driven by an overwhelming desire to pleasure you and himself in equal measure. His hands are all over you, pulling your body close, keeping you right where he wants you as his cock stretches you open, moving with a desperation that only fuels his hunger. His thrusts are fast, almost frantic, as if he’s trying to lose himself in you, as if he needs to feel you swallow him whole.

His voice is thick with need, rough and low as he growls, “You’re gonna take all of me, aren’t you? You won’t run from me.” The words are almost taunting, daring you to feel the heat of his craving, the way his body demands to be used. He’s demanding in his own way, but there’s a subtle submission beneath it all—a quiet desperation to please you, to make sure you’re as overwhelmed by him as he is by you.

His cock drives into you with relentless force, hitting places that have you gasping, your body shaking under him. He’s rough, no doubt, but it’s more than that—there’s a freakish hunger in the way he fucks, an unhinged need to feel everything. His fingers dig into your skin, his chest pressed against yours, sweat slicking your bodies together as his hips snap faster, harder, chasing that edge, pulling you with him.

When he feels you starting to unravel beneath him, he loves it. His mouth finds your neck, biting down on your skin as he whispers, “Fuck, you’re perfect. You feel so fucking good, I can’t stop.” His voice cracks as he groans, the desperation in his tone almost needy, like he’s begging for more, begging you to let him ruin you.

Xavier isn’t afraid to let go of control, but when he does, it’s a complete submission. As he comes inside you, hot and thick, he falls apart with a moan, his cock twitching, pumping every last drop into you, feeling the tremors rattle through his body. And then, when he’s done, he doesn’t pull away—he collapses against you, panting, soft, his head buried in the crook of your neck, whispering, “I’ll always let you take control. Just... fuck, you’re too good.”

He’s not afraid to let you see his vulnerability, even in the aftermath of that primal need.

．𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋 －𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝒻𝓊𝓁 ℴ𝓃ℯ.

Rafayel is the kind of lover who turns the bedroom into a playground, not taking things too seriously but still knowing exactly how to make you melt. He’s a bit of a goof, always with a wide grin on his face, as if he’s just as excited to have you as you are to have him. His cock isn’t the biggest, but the way he uses it is pure fun—enthusiastic and eager, every thrust coming with a playful, almost mischievous energy.

He’s not smooth—no, that’s not his thing. He fumbles a little as he tries to position you just right, his hands a little too clumsy, but it only adds to his charm. “Wait, wait... Okay, hold on. Got it!” He says, breathless with a chuckle, before finally finding the rhythm. His pace is all over the place at first, but he’s trying so hard, grinning like a fool every time you moan, completely adoring the sounds you make.

His voice is lighthearted, teasing as he looks at you with bright eyes, his breath coming in shallow pants. “Oh, shit, you feel so good. Wait, did I just—oops!”He laughs, a little embarrassed by his own awkwardness, but he doesn’t stop. He really doesn’t stop—he’s just trying to make you feel as good as he does, even if he’s a little clueless about how to do it just right.

His cock slides in and out of you with a goofy grin plastered on his face, his hands holding your hips tightly but not with the roughness of others. His touch is gentle, like he’s treating you like something delicate, though his enthusiasm might suggest otherwise. “You’re so warm... I think I can do better. You ready?” He asks between thrusts, not realizing just how perfectly he’s already making you feel.

There’s something so endearing about his approach—he’s a little bit of a mess, but you can’t help but laugh and enjoy the moment. When he finally comes, his face is flushed, a goofy grin on his lips as he breathes out a satisfied, “That was awesome. I’m a pro, huh?”

Even after, he’s still silly, holding you close, nuzzling your neck. “That was fun, right? We should do that again… maybe with less accidents next time.”

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[lilac-dreamxxz]

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[njere]

Heyo heyo njere!

If I may ask, I happened across your art of Starscream and Skyfire above the world and it is so precious! If it's okay, could I possibly write a lil story about it? It's completely fine if not!

Anywhodoodles, have a great day/night/timezone -Chaos ^^

IT'S MORE THAN OKAY, IM SCREECHING WITH JOY OVER HERE!!! ABSOLUTELY!! I love those two so much, and hearing my art of them inspired you to write a story is making me sob ughhh ♡♡♡

If you end up sharing the story, please let me know I'd love to read it!! ♡

here's another skystar doodle I recently did, as a thank you for reaching out ♡♡