#stickers for this will be available soonest

[animalstamp]

Ouroboros, the serpent eating his own tail

Holder of immense power, but still prey to Fate

Unable to save himself

Because he refused to get go of his Hate

Blinded by the blood he spilled

It's himself that he killed

#didn't realize that i've never drawn Darkstalker's full body #darkstalker #wof #wings of fire #stickers for this will be available soonest #my art #artstamp

[symp-honey]

black dress

▷ relationship: dejun x gn!reader

▷ words: 4034

▷ content warnings: nsfw (minors dni), lingerie, oral, cockwarming (briefly), crying (briefly), religious metaphors in relation to sex

▷ summary: after a crappy week, your boyfriend treats you to a gift of lingerie that may just be the salvation you need.

It’s been one of those weeks. The world seems out to get you, and it’s starting to wear you down. You manage to catch food poisoning that tornadoes its way through you for 34 hours straight. Then there’s the missed bus and the irate peers who are getting antsy about your less-than-stellar week. You can’t blame them though, not when the deadline for this big project circles this upcoming Friday in bright red marker on your calendar.

By Wednesday, you cave and send an S.O.S. to your boyfriend, Dejun.

Miraculously, you’ve caught him at a good time. He sends a selfie that borders on being too lewd for what the situation calls for. His tongue is nestled against his bottom lip and his eyes are at half-mast, tank top exposing more skin than it covers as he flexes those coveted arm muscles of his.

Dejun reassures you that you can get through this temporary hiccup, that the end of the tunnel is in sight. He promises to see you Monday night too, which is the soonest he’s available, schedule permitting. He even sends a cute selfie this time around, baseball cap pulled low over his eyes, sweat matting down the hair in front of his ears, and wide grin making your breath catch. It takes you a moment to notice the mirrors and their reflections of a practice room past his beautiful face.

It’s a sentiment you already know you’re going to cling onto for the rest of this week. Any way you can eke out some self encouragement.

Spending an entire evening with Dejun is certainly a pleasing reward for what becomes a whirlwind of a week.

The next day, you crack down and put in extra hours to fill out the gaps in your project and polish the details to an acceptable sheen. Dejun sends you stickers intermittently, in between hair and makeup and prerecordings, and the fact that he keeps you top of mind despite his own busyness melts your heart.

The day after, you and your group do a quick runthrough before actually presenting. You hate how last minute it is, but time doesn’t afford you anything more. It could’ve gone better, but the sweet, “Good luck!~ 🥰,” message you come back to brightens your spirit some. You reply with a selfie of you being cheeky, tongue sticking out at Dejun. It clashes with your business casual wear.

Saturday and Sunday are a flurry in their own right. You pick up the parts of your life you put on pause while being sick and working. Groceries and cooking are a top priority, since you’ve grown tired of takeout from overabundance. You also clean and do laundry and manage to sleep some of your underlying exhaustion away. Dejun sends you even more selfies at random pockets of the day, those of him in wardrobe but before hair and makeup, which are usually your favorite kind. His eyes look tired but he comes alive in the sweet smiles and silly expressions he gives you. As a thank you, you send a round of coffees to his waiting room for him and his members and staff.

Even keeping as busy as you have been, Monday evening still can’t come soon enough.

Luckily, the day starts off normal once more. It’s easy to pick your old routine back up now that it’s not stretched thin with additional stress. The only obvious drawback is that there’s nothing to distract you from the wait for tonight, but you’ll gladly take this anticipation over a massive crunch. You’re not that impatient.

The light coming from your phone screen in your periphery catches your attention. There’s enough of a lull in your day to justify checking it. It’s Dejun. He’s apparently already let himself into your place and is waiting for you. You like the message before giving him an ETA. You don’t plan on staying a minute longer than necessary now that you have someone to go home to.

You’re glad that his message gives you just enough motivation to get back to the task at hand. You’re determined to make this last hour and change as painless as possible, and the only way to do so is to put your head down and get to work.

Walking into your apartment a little while later is like the breath of fresh air you’ve been waiting for. You feel truly blessed.

As you strip out of your outwear, you call out, “I’m home, Dejun.”

You get a responding, “In here,” which, oddly enough, sounds like it’s coming from your bedroom instead of your living room like you expected.

It’s a strange enough phenomenon that you hurry into your slippers and make your way over to the threshold of your room. The sight that greets you leaves you stunned.

There, laying demurely in the middle of your sheets, is Dejun in a lingerie dress.

You see mesh and lace and a bodice, and it’s a monumental challenge not to feel absolutely faint from it all.

“Surprised?” A smirk underlies that one word, and you honestly wonder if a person really can turn feral. Dejun might need to take you to a hospital just to be sure.

“Can I touch, my sweet boy?” It’s honestly your only concern at this point, because if you can’t get your hands on Dejun, you’ll most certainly wither away.

“Hm,” the sound is a whisper of husk riding a trill of beauty, and you’re overcome with the need for Dejun to answer faster. “Whatever you like. This is your gift.”

You don’t even process the few steps it takes you to get to the edge of your bed, because you’re too busy drinking in how every inch of Dejun’s outfit drapes his body. As you come closer, it’s easier to tell that the only lace present is in the fabric of his mini-length black boxers. The hemline fits snug around the meat of his thighs, and you can’t help but wonder if he purposefully bought a size too small.

As much as the lace attracts you, your attention is easily pulled to what is clearly the showstopper of this outfit. You’ve never seen a lingerie piece quite like it. There’s a bodice made of thin black straps that outlines his pecs and tits in the exact same way a bra would but with easy access to everything you crave to touch. The waistline is an additional strap that then makes way for a gorgeous, full-length mesh train, the sheerness gathering in pools where it lays against the sheets. Dejun has one hip cocked up just enough to highlight the leg slit that cuts open the skirt from bottom all the way up to a few inches shy of his waist. It’s the only reason why you noticed the boxers to begin with.

Right as you reach the end of your mattress, Dejun stops you with the point of his toes sliding along the hem of your pant leg. He looks up at you from underneath his long lashes and asks that you unbutton your shirt before ravaging him. It’s an easy enough request to do.

You praise the genius of your boyfriend as you crawl over his body and see the trails of your button down cage him in. It makes the initial kiss you press to his lips a little bit sloppy. In other circumstances, you might’ve even been embarrassed by how overrun your emotions are. But in this moment, you’re nothing more than your hunger.

Sealing your lips to Dejun’s does serve to siphon away some of the heat from your lungs, though, which makes it easier to control your nips and sucks. It doesn’t lessen that deeper simmer in you, however, but that’s not what you’re aiming for anyway. You intend to make good on Dejun’s gift tonight.

Time burns away its wick in the space where your lips meet. Everything becomes so simple this way.

The slide of skin is just basic friction, the nerves that tingle from it just neuroscience. Dejun opening his mouth to let you in is nothing beyond his wetness and warmth, the slick of his tongue against yours nothing more than taste and feeling. All the little gasps and mewls you coax out of him is music in its rawest form, not processed or layered, purely human in the emotions they convey. You try not to get lost in it.

Your hand does help to ground you a bit. The one holding you steady above Dejun is indisposed, but the other is free to flutter over whatever it can reach. It’s most curious about the bodice part of Dejun’s dress, fingering under what you now know are soft elastic straps. There’s something sensory about tracing along every edge you can find, the contrast of supple skin and taut fabric titillating. Every so often, you’ll accidentally catch the pad of a finger on the perk of Dejun’s nipple, and that always produces a fun sound for you to devour.

Eventually, your thoughts start spinning together that first image of Dejun you saw tonight. You become so fixated on how small his waist looked where mesh met strap that your hand maps the feel of it, sliding under the high-cut leg slit to cup at the slightness hidden underneath. A passing thought makes you wonder if you’re drooling even more at the feeling.

Once you’re riled up an appropriate amount, you decide what exactly it is you want to do with Dejun. You lower yourself down onto your forearm, giving that hand leeway to grip at the back of Dejun’s nape.

Something in that triggers Dejun to finally run his own fingers up from the band of your pants and across your exposed chest to the divots of your clavicles. You pull back to glean a proper look at your handiwork.

Dejun’s breathing is rhythmic and pronounced, his eyes partially lidded and glazed over. His mouth is what catches your sight the easiest, however, lips swollen in red. His teeth peek out from where his mouth remains ajar too, and they shimmer in the low light of your room.

You grab at the little hairs lining Dejun’s nape and whisper, “I think you deserve a reward for my gift, hm?”

The nod he gives in reply is minimal, daze too heavy behind his eyes for him to truly be receptive to what you’re saying. You'll have to take the helm tonight.

You shimmy yourself a little further down his body and drink in the sight before you once again. It’s only right you worship what’s in front of you, so you get to work on leaving kisses at the altar.

You start at his chest, playful with the patches of skin you have access to. It’s here where you leave mostly licks, loving how your saliva catches the light. His nipples are another shrine for your lips to focus on, mouthing and teething in equal measure. He seems to like that as he helplessly grasps at the hair on the crown of your head and moans low.

Next comes the skirt of his dress, and what better prayer is there than to press kisses through the mesh? You figure out quickly that the weave is open enough to justify wetter kisses, his skin pebbling wherever the fabric darkens most. You make sure to spend extra time around his navel if only to see him start to squirm.

The waistband of his shorts tease you soon enough, though, and you thank heaven for leg slits. You’re methodical in how you leave a string of hickeys along the top hem, always starting with tongue first in order to lave the area clean. It’s followed by quick nips that smarten the nerves for what’s to come. Sucking bruises is arguably the best part, in your humble opinion, solely because of the sounds they pluck from between Dejun’s lips.

In no time at all, Dejun is fully panting in desperation, and it’s your queue to move onward lest he falls too deep too fast.

You don’t stop marking hickeys into his skin, though, trailing them down his thigh and away from his crotch. His leg leans into the opening the dress slit leaves for it, exposing more ground for you to cover. It’s slow going that way, but you remain disciplined in your path downward. The hickeys stop blooming mid-thigh, but they’re replaced with reverent kisses that tickle at the hairs homed there. The knobs of his knee and ankle make good pedestals for the sweetest of kisses you can manage.

After you deem Dejun sufficiently kissed, you finally pull away enough to look back up at him. Tears dot his lash line, threatening to fall along with your sanity. It’s like a spark finds what has become a simmer inside of you and lights it anew, pushing you to take a step closer to your pardoning.

You lift the skirt of Dejun’s dress like a veil and climb underneath, the sheerness doing nothing to hide you away. Using that to your advantage, you stare at Dejun through the material as you slowly lower yourself towards the outline of his hardened cock. Letting out a warm breath is the only warning you give.

Your tongue peeks out of your mouth and smooths over the lace underneath you, the scratchiness feeling a lot like a kitten’s lick. It has the breath stuttering in Dejun’s chest, lungs shaken. Maybe you can afford to have a little more fun for yourself.

The next few minutes are spent in similar fashion. You alternate between licks that dampen the lace and open-mouthed kisses around the girth of Dejun’s dick. None of it seems to be very satisfying, but beads of precum leak from him anyway. You can taste its tang whenever your mouth passes over the tip of his dick.

“Please,” you hear as a whisper from above you. Paying attention to Dejun’s face finds him hazy with lust, eyes the darkest you’ve ever seen them. His hands are roaming the breadth of his own chest, fingers thumbing at his nipples whenever they pass close enough to do so. You can’t possibly suppress your smirk.

You hum in recognition that you’ve heard him but do nothing else to speed things along. That seems to break something in him.

“Please, I need to cum. Haven’t I been good?”

It’s an intoxicating question to say the least. Of course Dejun’s been good. Everything about tonight has been utterly rapturous. You just can’t help but want to hear more of him. His voice is heavenly, and he hasn’t used it nearly enough yet.

You leave a particularly harsh suck to the underside of his cock head before pulling back completely, smiling as that delivers you a ringing yelp. It’s a start.

“So good, sweetie. But if you want to be even better for me, you’ll let me hear that gorgeous voice of yours. I promise to give you what you want after,” you say with a rasp you didn’t intend. Maybe you both have been a bit more quiet than is your norm in bed.

Dejun responds with the prettiest blush and a quick nod of his head. You’re always needlessly charmed by how shyness isn’t anywhere near Dejun’s wheelhouse when it comes to matters of the bedroom, except when it also includes his voice.

He just doesn’t appreciate his music the way you do.

You continue right where you left off, making sure to suck around the girth of his cock more often than you were before. With it comes soft pants and desperate mewls that warm you from the inside out. If Dejun is playing up the porn noises, you can’t tell. He genuinely sounds like he’s coming undone.

“Please, oh my god, please suck my dick.” The end of his plea sounds more like a squeak than actual words, and that spurs you on more than anything else could.

You pull down those pretty, absolutely ruined, boxer shorts until Dejun’s cock is barely free. There’s not much room down here for them to go any further, so you make do. Planting your hands on his hips allows you to swallow him down as far as you can go.

“Ah, ahh, oh my god, yes please,” he whines in thin wisps. It sounds flighty around your ears, and you close your eyes to catch the words better. Unfortunately for Dejun, you don’t plan on moving just yet, wanting to figure out what sounds you can tease from him just like this.

He catches on quick that all you’re doing is cockwarming him, and that entices even better noises, born of frenzied arousal.

“Fuck… please, move please.” You give him one deliberate swallow but remain still otherwise. You can feel Dejun’s legs kick against the mattress underneath you.

“Oh my god, oh-,” his words catch on something, and you’re curious as to what that is. Opening your eyes reveals that he’s started to cry, small streams of tears that cut paths down his cheeks, the furrow of his eyebrows the tops of the mountains they stem from. He’s so pretty that you reward him with an additional swallow.

“Sh- ahh, oh my god, please. Please please let me cum. I can’t- please.”

The movement of his hands draws you away from his face, folding into the sheets beneath him. You’re dizzy with the thought that Dejun probably wants to fist your hair right now but knows better than to do so without permission.

He’s such a good boy for you. Always is. You moan so low that it’s barely audible, but it does its job in ripping out a groan from Dejun too.

From there, you slowly start to bob your head along most of the length of his cock. It’s nothing fancy, but it seems to be a relief for Dejun anyway as he freely gives you his angelic whimpers.

You pick up the pace soon after, employing the suction-on-the-downstroke and lick-on-the-upstroke move that Dejun loves so much.

“Yes, aha, ahhh, oh my god. S’good.” These are the last words you hear from him as he fully devolves into panting and moaning in tandem.

It becomes easy to close your eyes and fall into the rhythm necessary to keep up your ministrations. You’re determined to get Dejun to cum from this alone, too lazy to strategize using different moves for different outcomes, even if it means you’ll have to suck him off for longer.

Surprisingly, it’s only a couple of minutes later, just after the rhythm becomes almost meditative in nature, that you feel Dejun’s dick starting to twitch inside the heat of your mouth. Your eyes jump open to confirm that Dejun is indeed cumming. His keen is high and loud as you dig your nails into his hips in hopes of keeping him steady, cum hitting the back of your mouth.

Instinctively, you swallow often, not even letting the taste settle on your tongue. You’re quick on your feet though, and soon enough, swallowing becomes less about not choking and more about milking every last drop from Dejun. As the spurts of his cum lessen in frequency, you intersperse a few sucks around his head just to be thorough.

Before you realize it, a tremor settles into Dejun’s thighs as they pull up over your shoulders and around your ears. It’s probably oversensitivity talking as Dejun continues whining prettily above you.

With one final swallow, you pull off Dejun’s dick at an excruciatingly slow pace. Since it’s fun to be a little mean sometimes, you also follow the pull with the trail of your tongue. His legs squeeze and you hear breathy gasps that appear more wrecked than sound.

You’re hit with a quiet cough as soon as you pop off of Dejun’s dick, the need to clear your throat too great to hold in.

“Sorry,” Dejun pants out. “Came outta nowhere.”

You kiss his stomach in forgiveness and wrestle yourself out of Dejun’s grip. It’s not as easy a feat as it should be considering Dejun is all shaky and spent. His leg muscles are no joke, and he’s not really cooperating here either.

As you pull away completely, you bring the lace boxers with you; it can’t be pleasant to wear something so wet post-orgasm. You bring them to your hamper and come back to bed with a washcloth for cleanup. Lucky for you, your swallowing skills means there’s not much to wipe away.

It’s no time at all before you’re back in Dejun’s embrace but with his arms tucked around you now. You straighten his dress out for him and pat down his mussed up hair and check him over as he curls into your chest.

It’s an incredibly sweet moment.

Dejun only makes it more so when he uses his sweet voice to ask, “Was that good for you?”

You hum softly and do nothing to hide the smile behind your voice as you reply, “It was the best, my lovely boy. Thank you for doing this for me.

“Bought a garter belt too, but it hasn’t come in yet.” There’s an underlying hint of disappointment there, but all you can really fixate on is the image that is Dejun’s beautiful thighs in a garter belt.

“Next time, hun.” You pause. You’re probably making a lot of assumptions here, but Dejun did like dressing up like this, right? He had to have.

“Dejun,” you hesitate for a few seconds before remembering that communication is important, even if it’s about something as superficial as lingerie. “This was good for you too, right? You seemed to thrive under all the attention, but it wasn’t too much?”

He hides his face in your neck and seems to find courage buried there as he says, “That was amazing.” He takes a few seconds to collect his thoughts before continuing. “I didn’t know if I’d like it. But I did. A lot. You made me feel like I was precious.”

You play with the hairs at the base of his nape and hum simple notes, trying to process his words so as to avoid making an off-handed comment. “You are precious to me. In every way. Not just when you’re dressed up in pretty lingerie or tailored stage outfits. I love seeing you explore this side of you, but I also love you in sweats, when you don’t put on a face.”

He nuzzles closer and presses a gentle kiss to the skin of your throat. If you weren’t so attuned to Dejun and his needs right now, you might’ve missed the tiny, “Thank you,” he whispers there.

You don’t address it further. Dejun can be somewhat skittish about the intimate stuff, and you don’t want to force him any deeper into hiding. All you can do is hope that he understands that it’s ok to be vulnerable sometimes, that not every emotion has to be under lock and key.

You try and emulate that for him, in little ways, every day you spend together, like maybe he’ll learn it through osmosis or something. At the very least, you trust that, in giving him these pieces of yourself, he’ll care for you as much as you could ever want.

It’s a pretty good deal, all in all. One that’s made abundantly clear as you both doze your way into a peaceful evening catnap.

#nct smut #wayv smut #xiaojun smut #dejun smut #nct x reader #nct x gender neutral reader #wayv x reader #xiaojun x reader #dejun x reader #honey 🍯 (honey honey lit the fire)

[ajastory]

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[adderstones]

By any chance were the Bloodborne character sticker sets available for purchase?

I want to sell these more than anything, but the fact is right now I’m incredibly short on funds. It would be very difficult for me to buy all the supplies needed for me gone able to package and distribute the stickers. I’m still a college kid so most of my spare money goes towards printing cost for classes. The soonest I may be able to print is over the summer, and I’m so sorry if I’ve let anyone down!

[bestautodecals-blog]

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Vintage Fisher-Price Toys

Another very well known Fisher-Price toy is the music box. In the event that you were conceived in the 60’s-80’s you probably had no less than one. Am I right?

Today on Fisher-Price Fridays I enjoy another reprieve from the Little People to demonstrate to you our gathering of music boxes. Two of these wonders are really from my adolescence. The other two were from eBay and an old-fashioned store.

In the first place up the Music Box Teaching Clock — It was made between 1968–1983. This stunning clock is a youth toy of mine. It is a bit beat up and notwithstanding missing the best handle, yet regardless it works! The yellow short and long hands of the clock can be moved physically by the handle in the front. The sun and moon dial move day and night when the music plays. As the clock circumvents it demonstrates kids doing diverse exercises that they’d do amid that time.

There are flawless lithographs on each side of the clock demonstrating the time.

The back of the clock has the dial to twist it up and more pictures of how to read a clock. At the best, there is a charming little-winged animal ringing the school ringer.

The music box plays the tune “Pendulum’s Clock” in time with a “tick-tock” sound as the clock hands go around. The front has an illustration of an educator respecting her understudies (and a little pooch) into school. It is a flawless music box and I was excited to have the capacity to impart it to my little girls.

This next one is the Giant Screen Music Box TV — It was made between 1967–1983. This was our latest landing, a Christmas present for my child from her grandparents. The case plays two distinct tunes and has two unique pictures that look crosswise over as they play. It has a 7-inch screen and two handles on the front. One handle winds the container and alternate make a fun clicking sound.

It plays the tunes “London Bridge” and “Line Row Your Boat”. There are lithographs on each favor adorable pictures. The base of the crate is wood albeit later they changed to plastic.

Later versions of the music box television did not have a sticker on the highest point of the case.

Next up is the Music Box Clock Radio — The clock radio was made between 1971–1984. It is made out of all plastic. The clock has two versatile arms with an hour hand that moves if the youngster winds the moment hand the distance around, much the same as a genuine clock! My clock isn’t the most seasoned version since it has three recognizable contrasts from the soonest ones. It doesn’t have a red edge day and night confront cover, the blue dot is plastic and it has two bolts on the dial. The first tickers had the edge, wood dabs, and just a single bolt. Ok, the little subtle elements of vintage Fisher Price toys.

The music box plays “Hickory Dickory Dock” and has an entertaining lithograph on the back with the expressions of the melody.

To wrap things up is the Twinkle Little Star Pocket Radio — This radio was just made in 1977. There is an earlier Twinkle Pocket Radio, which was made between 1967–1971. The principal distinction being the lithograph on the back. This clock is additionally a youth toy of mine and was made at the time of my introduction to the world. It has survived these ah-trim numerous years and I adore that my girl gets the chance to play with it as well!

As the title gives away, this music box plays Twinkle little star. As the melody plays pictures of creatures rotate past the little screen. The back has a lithograph of a bunny, squirrel, turtle, mouse and feathered creature. The prior release had pictures of youngsters with their canine.

The Fisher-Price music boxes are engaging toys and make magnificent augmentations to our “gathering”.

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