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Missed You | j.yunho
Pairing: Idol!Yunho x Nonceleb!Reader Genre: Smut/Fluff (MDNI) - mostly smut, very little fluff but still a main theme. Requested: Yes w.c. 3.5k Warnings: Thigh riding, established relationship, praise, slight degradation (nothing in a hateful way), size kink if you squint, namecalling, pet names, humping, I think that's it? If you notice any potentially triggering content not listed here please let me know. A/N: Hello lovelies ~ it feels so good to be back. I haven't written in a while but after browsing some of the amazing fanfic writers here it really made me miss it. Thank you to anon for my very first request! Also, this is poorly edited so please don't mind any errors. I will likely edit it in the future if I find any. Please excuse my rusty skills as well, I promise I'll get better! Requests: Open ~ please see the guidelines for requesting here.
5 months.
For 5 months, your gorgeous golden retriever boyfriend had been gone on tour, and you were expected to endure a meal with him and the members. They’d landed just hours ago and were no doubt exhausted, but Yunho looked as unfairly beautiful as ever. There were shadows under his eyes and he definitely seemed to be craving home, but the moment he’d spotted you when you walked into the restaurant…god. His tongue had slid over his lower lip, likely thinking about the way you taste, long fingers raking down his pants as if to stop the tingling spreading through him. He was wearing casual clothes, just a hoodie and a pair of jeans, but nothing could hide the art of his figure. Tall and lean, toned where it counts. His broad shoulders, his chest and stomach that you loved peppering with kisses. And those thighs.
You’d never really considered how sexy a man’s thighs were until you’d met Jeong Yunho. Muscular and thick, perfect for sitting on when he was in the mood to game for hours. Fine with you—was there anything more fun than teasing your lanky gamer boyfriend in the middle of a match? Squirming in his lap, making him fumble the controller and lose until you were bent in half, said boyfriend sinking into you?
Dinner.
Dinner dinner dinner.
You were proud of the boys and knew this was important, so despite wanting to jump his bones, you kept yourself in check and listened to the bickering between Woo and Jongho, beginning to wonder if Seonghwa had opted to dye his hair white to hide the grey caused by his children.
You were about to scold them yourself to give the poor Captain and His Wife™ a break, but a warm hand sliding up your thigh made the words die in your throat in an embarrassingly high pitched sound. You coughed to cover it up—thank god for Woo as no one was paying attention to you—and glanced up at Yunho.
“I missed you baby,” he hummed, low enough that only you could hear. His pretty lips formed a smirk that wasn’t as sweet as his words. You smiled up at him, placing your smaller hand on top of his and squeezing, silently begging him to leave you the fuck alone before you drag him to the bathroom.
“Missed you too,” you reply, making a visible effort to turn back to the conversation you weren’t part of.
You’d hoped he was just being coy, teasing you a bit, but he apparently wasn’t satisfied with your reaction as his hand slipped inward. He wasn’t far above your knee, but it didn’t matter, making you clamp your legs together and grip his wrist beneath the table. The smug bastard smiled, hiding it in his glass as he took a sip of water.
It was irritating, the mere fact that his large hand spanned much of your upper leg making you squirm. It was far too easy for him to rile you up, while he managed to maintain composure most of the time. You bit the inside of your cheek and released his wrist, your own hand moving to his lap. Yunho stiffened a bit, but that was it. You spread your fingers over his thigh, squeezing once before gently moving your hand side to side.
When he turned to San and casually asked about next week’s practice schedule, it felt like a slap to the face.
You’ve been dating for 3 years. You’ve fucked countless times on many, many surfaces. But when your fingers slid toward his crotch and found his cock already fully erect, you tore your hand away as though it had burned you. The bickering had died down, so to hide the flush on your face you took a sip of water. Yunho hadn’t even flinched, still conversing, unbothered, and wearing that cocky little grin.
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You almost felt guilty about the buzz you felt as everyone began to say goodbye, promising to rest before work started up again next week. You could’ve sworn Yunho was purposefully talkative tonight, as you knew damn well he didn’t care whether or not Yeosang’s apartment had more than one elevator. By the time he was willing to humor you, you were all but vibrating next to the company’s black SUV, the driver waiting much more patiently than you.
Yunho had the audacity to ask if you were ready to go, his warm hand sliding over the small of your back. You nodded so quickly you were almost dizzy.
The SUV was quite tall, and you were…quite not. So when he opened the door for you, you prepared to climb inside ungracefully, but your boyfriend placed both hands on your hips and lifted you into the vehicle. You had no time to react, as he was climbing in after you. You prepared to shuffle across the seat to give him space, but he easily caught your wrist and yanked you across his lap. One hand gathered both of your wrists, the other resting calmly over your ass. You both glanced over at the same time to make sure the divider was closed.
“Someone’s horny,” he chuckled warmly, the hand on your ass moving in a slow circle. You frowned, tugging your wrists out of his grasp so you could sit up. Your hands found his shoulders and you swung a leg over his waist, straddling him but not letting your full weight rest against his cock just yet.
“Jeong fucking Yunho—I have been waiting 5 months for you and not just so you can grope me in a restaurant,” you grumble, fisting his hoodie.
“Technically speaking, all I did was touch your thigh. You, however, grabbed my—”
You shut him up with a kiss, mushing your mouth against his so hard you could feel your teeth pressing the inside of your lips. Yunho’s large hands found your waist, squeezing, trying to pull you down against his aching groin. You resist by using your knees, the grunt of irritation escaping him making you laugh.
“What’s funny?” Yunho asked, sucking your lower lip between his teeth. The shock made you gasp, and he used the opportunity to buck off of the seat of the car, hips meeting the plush underside of your ass.
Unwilling to let him win whatever the hell this was, you moved a knee between you, coming dangerously close to his clothed cock.
“Nothing, just my desperate boy acting like a dog,” you hum breathlessly. “All worked up, trying to call me out as the slut here.”
“You fucking—” Yunho grumbled. He wrapped both arms around you, crushing you against his chest and leaving you no choice but to straddle him again. This time, he hugged you tight; you could hardly breathe as he rutted against you so hard that it made you squeak.
You wanted to do more than pitifully submit, but you thanked the gods you’d decided to wear a dress, as each dry thrust pushed his cock right against your clothed clit. It was shameful how needy you felt, already able to feel a second heartbeat between your legs, the familiar ache as your cunt woke up from its 5 month hibernation.
“Thought about you every night,” Yunho groaned, his breath coming out in pants as he did all he could to create friction between your bodies. “You have no idea, baby. ‘m gonna fuck you until we pass out.”
“Yeah?” you manage to weakly spit out, your fingers curling into the material of his hoodie. You knew you should do more, give more, but your head was spinning, mouth dry from moments of contact after so long.
“Yeah. You’re gonna make those sounds for me, just like you did over the phone. Want you to say my name,” he says, his head falling back against the seat. “Fucking pillows…nothing looks as pretty as you.”
“P-Pillows?” you mumble, pulling back enough to look at him, his hips still working against your body. He licks his lips, eyes squinted as he looks over your face, nodding.
“Mm.”
“You…you fucked a pillow?”
“Mhm. ‘s soft and I can hold it down just like you, pretend it’s my girl taking me so good,” he rambles, not an ounce of shame in his tone.
Fuck.
You’d used fingers and toys, nothing doing what he could do for you. You assumed he used his hand—knew it, actually, based on the sparse dirty phone calls you’d managed to have. But the idea of Yunho, your gigantic boyfriend, desperately fucking against a pillow because it reminds him of you…it did something to you, woke something up that you were not proud of. You wanted to see it.
“Gonna hurt you…”
“H-huh?” you stammer, your cheeks flushing red despite your current state as you were caught daydreaming about Yunho and the poor pillow.
“It’s gonna hurt, baby. Need you wet,” he breathes. He reaches his hand between you, catching you off guard as he swipes beneath your panties, rubbing the sticky wetness of your cunt. You let out a broken moan, your hole clenching around nothing like muscle memory as you think of those long fingers pumping into you.
“I’m wet Yuyu,” you say, silently praying he gives you something, even just a finger to the first knuckle. But Yunho shakes his head, hands settled on your hips.
“Not enough…I’m telling you it’s going to hurt. Need you to cum first.”
“When we get home—”
“Now, y/n,” he says. His voice isn’t mean, not even commanding like it can be, but it still sends a shiver down your spine.
“O-Okay,” you mumble shyly, glancing back as if the driver might decide to open the divider. He didn’t, probably knowing better. “Use your fingers.”
“No,” Yunho mumbles. He easily manipulates your body until you’re perched atop one thigh. “Like this. Love it when you ride me.”
You exhale, situating yourself until your cunt is pressed against his jeans. Your hands tighten their grip on his shoulders, and you meet his eyes as you begin to move, grinding against his leg. Yunho’s mouth opens, a gasped curse leaving his mouth as you lick your lips.
“Faster baby,” he murmurs, eyes trailing over you as you rut against him, “want you desperate. Want you to whine.”
“Fuck,” you say to no one, rolling your hips forward. Yunho grips the seat on either side of you both, fingers twitching like he wants to grab you and move you himself. But he just watches, licking his lips and nodding as you drive yourself to the edge on his thigh.
You feel him flex, the hardened muscle beneath you offering a firmness that makes you shudder. There’s a hotness between your legs as your juices coat his thigh, creating a wet patch on his jeans. After so many months, you’re sensitive, but unfamiliar with the movement as you struggle to hit the mark.
You falter, pausing to catch your breath.
“Don’t stop, baby,” Yunho says, his voice almost a whine. Your head falls forward on his shoulder, shame making your face warm.
“It’s been a while,” you mumble. “Sorry, yu.”
“Want me to help? Hm? Need me to make you feel good?” he whispers, lips catching your cheek. You nod weakly, fisting his hoodie again as his warm hands move to your waist, squeezing once before he begins to move you. Your body is like putty to him, and he grinds you down against his thigh like a doll.
“How’s that feel?” he asks, burying his face against your hair. You nod, unable to say much. He does it just right, somehow knowing your body better than you do.
Yunho reaches between you, hooking his thumb into the front of your panties and tugging them to the side. You gasp as your bare clit makes contact with his jeans, able to feel just how much you’d soaked through them. The thought makes you buck against him, catching the friction yourself with a choked gasp.
“That’s it, baby,” Yunho says, one hand going back to the seat while the other keeps your panties pulled to the side. “Like that. Let me see you use me to make that pretty cunt wet.”
“Fuck, Yunho,” you whimper, your hips beginning to move in a steady rhythm. He hums in approval, biting his lower lip hard as he watches you carefully. You groan and wrap both arms around his shoulders, squeezing your eyes closed as you grind hard against his thigh. The scent of his cologne is stronger now that he’s sweating, the smell making you dizzy and needy. You lower your head to his throat and kiss him there, tasting the saltiness of his skin while your tongue leaves a wet trail.
“There she is,” he murmurs, tilting his head to the side. You whimper and mouth at his skin, nipping and sucking as you work yourself to destruction on him. He groans as you latch onto his pulse point, using his free hand to grip your hair and pull you off of him.
“Be good,” he chuckles softly. You bite your lower lip, eyes wide and brows tight, hands moving up to scratch gently at the nape of his neck.
All it takes is a few seconds of you staring at him like that, still rutting helplessly against his thigh, needing to mark him up. Yunho sighs and leans back to get his hands between you, grabbing both his hoodie and shirt and tugging them over his head. His chest and stomach are revealed, your hands immediately palming at his skin. He nods and runs his thumb over your lower lip.
“Go ahead baby,” he hums. “Nothing above my collar bones, yeah?”
You nod obediently and kiss him softly, his lips plush and warm as always. You want to cry at the sensation of coming home, despite the fact that you were currently humping your hot boyfriend’s thigh during the longest car ride to your apartment ever.
You go for his shoulders first, you bite down and get your hips back into rhythm, relishing in his hiss of pain. Your teeth leave marks as you let go, breath hot against his skin.
Your nails leave half moon crescents as they work with your teeth, leaving a trail of love bites over the expanse of his chest. You’ve momentarily forgotten the goal here, though Yunho has no trouble reminding you. When you go in to kiss him again, he catches a fistful of your hair once more.
“You don’t want my cock going in like this,” he murmurs, free hand gently smacking your thigh. “Running out of time, babygirl.”
“I’m wet, Yunho,” you whine, bouncing in irritation. “Jus’ wanna kiss you. I can take it.”
Yunho stares at you for a few seconds, eyes trailing over your form where you’ve paused your movement.
“Yeah?”
“Yes,” you huff, rolling your eyes. Since when can you not take his cock? He was huge, sure, but it’s not like you’ll break.
“How much?”
“What?”
“How much?” he repeats, his hand slipping between you again. You try not to react as his thumb goes beneath your sticky panties, easily sliding over your swollen clit.
“All of it,” you scoff, unsure of what he was saying. Yunho smiles.
“No, I mean how much? How long can you take it? I’m not gonna stop, baby,” he says roughly. “That’s what I’m trying to tell you. Gonna fuck you until you can’t move…still gonna fuck you until you ask me to stop.”
You pause at this, licking your lips and jolting at the heat sprouting from between your thighs.
“I-I can take it still,” you mumble, grinding down against his hand. He moves it, tugging your panties again, the cooled wetness of his jeans making you shiver.
“I’m gonna take my fill, baby,” he says, watching you move against his thigh. “Been practicing. Edging myself for months. Gotta make sure I use that pretty pussy until it’s wrecked and full of my cum.”
You squeak, your brain trying to think of a good response to that. Yunho chuckles and lifts his knee, making you involuntarily buck against him.
“You gonna shut up now and make sure you can do that for me? Get that little cunt wet enough so I can use it as much as I need to?”
“Y-yes,” you stammer. His dark eyes drop to see the result of your grinding, the wetness beneath you.
“Good girl,” Yunho nods. “Come on. Harder baby, need you to make a mess on my jeans.”
You do as he asks, grinding hard against his thigh, biting your lower lip as he alternates, flexing and relaxing the muscle beneath you. You move your hand to his and push it away, tugging your panties aside in one hand and gripping his shoulder with the other, looking down with parted lips because holy shit—you don’t think you’ve ever been this wet.
He feels so fucking good, there’s so much more you need from him, want to do for him, but you promised you’d cum. So you rub and grind and clench your teeth until you’re mumbling incoherently, much to his delight.
“That’s it, that’s my good girl. So fucking pretty and stupid when she gets desperate, can’t understand a word you’re saying,” he says, hands finding your waist. You sob and begin clumsily rutting against him, no rhythm whatsoever, just desperation and chasing physical sensations. Yunho loves to see it, coaxing you over the edge the closer you get.
“That all you’ve been thinking about, baby? All your holes getting stuffed? Bet you miss waking me up with my cock in your throat.”
You whimper and nod, eyes shut tight as your orgasm remains just out of reach. You need him to do it, to finish you off, you’re not sure what that would be, just that you want him to help.
“M-More yu, gimme more,” you whine softly, mouth open like a dog as you pant.
“More? More what? I haven’t given you anything, babygirl,” he chuckles. You’re not in the mood to play with words, but Yunho suddenly grabs your chin, forcing you to open your eyes and look at him. You feel the burn of tears as you squirm and rut, his eyes full of satisfaction.
“You still gonna ask for more when I’m stuffed inside you?” he asks roughly. You nod eagerly, but Yunho only smirks.
“Knew you would, baby. Such a fucking slut for me. I tell you to ride me and here you are, too needy to realize we would’ve been home half an hour ago.”
“H-Huh?” you mumble out, that knot in your stomach untwisting. “F-Fuck, ‘m… g-gonna—”
“Gonna what? Ruin my jeans with your pretty pussy? All so I can get my cock inside as soon as I get you home?”
“Yunho,” you sob, a gasp on your lips as you begin to cum, eyes squeezing shut.
You ride out one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had, mouth open, nothing coming out but pitiful squeaks and choked sobs. Yunho watches, lip caught between his teeth, holding you tight as you briefly leave this plane of existence in his arms.
“So fucking beautiful,” he breathes when you finally open your eyes, releasing a mixture between a cry and a sigh. “My good girl. I’m the luckiest man on this planet, baby.”
You choose to breathe rather than respond, but he’s fine with that, hugging you to his bare chest and cupping the back of your head.
“I love you so much, you know that?” he says, words muffled as he speaks against your hair. “Can’t wait to get you home. Gonna show you how much I missed you.”
He runs his fingers through your damp hair. You know you look wrecked already, and you’ll be shocked if you last more than one round tonight. But you’ll try for him.
“M-Missed you too, yuyu,” you weakly reply. “Why…why aren’t we home?”
Yunho laughs, brushing your hair back to kiss your temple.
“Arranged for us to ride around for a bit beforehand. Figured one of us would cave at the restaurant,” he admits. You look up at him, the stupid boyish grin on his face making you smile.
“I love you,” you huff. He leans down, lips soft and unhurried against yours for what feels like the first time that night. He tastes no different, feels no different than he did 5 months ago, and it livens you up a bit, much to his amusement.
“I love you too, pretty.”
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your sweet red rose
riddle likes to stick to a routine. it’s simpler that way, no surprises or unexpected turns. he knows exactly how things are supposed to be and he makes sure they stay that way. the other students are well aware of this; it's why they try to stay out of his way, although he thinks it's more out of fear of what he'll do to them, rather than actually caring about his schedule. he’s stuck to the same routine since freshman year, only tweaking it a bit once he became housewarden.
somehow, inexplicably, floyd leech has wormed his way into that strict routine.
it took some getting used to, of course. walking to his usual study corner in the library only to see the most annoying person he’s ever known wasn’t exactly pleasant, even less so when said annoying person began sneaking into his room, too. but part of what makes floyd so damn irritating is that riddle’s threats always seem to bounce off of him, and of course, he can’t do much more than threaten, considering floyd’s signature spell. so riddle is stuck with him. it isn’t consistent. floyd shows up whenever he wants. riddle has learned to stop caring so much, or else his blood pressure would constantly be skyrocketing.
riddle is in his bedroom, homework papers splayed across his bed as he works through them. floyd sits beside him, practically coiled around riddle’s body with his face nestled in the crook of his neck.
riddle doesn’t pay him any attention, now long used to his antics. at least, he doesn’t, up until there’s a warm and sharp feeling at his collarbone.
“no,” says riddle, poking floyd’s head with the tip of his pen. “you’re not biting me.”
floyd whines like a child, squeezing riddle tighter. “why not? it won’t hurt…”
“human bites can be very dangerous,” riddle says, still not looking up, “and i can’t imagine how that translates to someone like you, considering your teeth are sharper and you’re not fully human anyway. i need to be in top shape, you know.”
floyd grumbles, untangling himself from riddle’s body. “yeah, whatever.” he crawls down towards riddle’s legs, sitting on the bed next to them. he tilts his head, examining them curiously. “so weird…” he trails a finger down the back of riddle’s leg. “what's it like?”
“hm?”
“having legs.”
“...you have legs,” riddle points out, finally looking over at him.
floyd shrugs. “but they're different. they aren't as real as yours.” he runs a finger down the leg again. “so? tell me.”
goosebumps raise over riddle’s skin at the featherlight touch. “i’m really not sure what you're asking. they feel the same as yours, i’d assume. stop that.” the last part is accompanied with a tiny kick as floyd repeats the action for a third time.
“huh? goldfishie is ticklish?”
“what?” riddle stiffens up so subtly that it's barely noticeable. it wouldn’t be noticeable to anyone not watching him as closely as floyd is. “no. just stop it, i'm trying to focus.” he's trying to change the subject, but really, he knows it's useless. there's an unspoken rule when it comes to tickling, one that riddle despises; if an individual says they aren't ticklish, one must test it for themselves. plus, once something has caught floyd’s attention, there's no distracting him until he loses interest.
even so, he doesn't expect the feeling of knuckles pressing into both his sides at once. his body spasms, accidentally throwing his pen onto the floor and scattering his papers as he makes an embarrassingly loud noise. he whips his head around to glare at floyd, who simply grins back.
“d-don't do that!” riddle scolds, sitting up so he can begin to reorganise his papers. he rubs at his side to try and get rid of the lingering tingles.
“but i wanna tickle you.”
huh?! riddle freezes, feeling the familiar sensation of his face turning pink, but this time not induced by rage. he turns to look at floyd, the room growing suddenly warm. “you—! i don't want you to!”
floyd pouts. “why not?”
“b-because…!” riddle stumbles over his words. “i'm busy right now!”
“you're busy?” echoes floyd, curling back around riddle's body as he lays back down. “so i can tickle you when you're done?”
damn it. riddle squeezes the pen in his hand, pointedly looking at his paper and nowhere else. “...fine.” he regrets the words even before they leave his mouth, and floyd’s look of pure excitement does nothing to help.
as it turns out, riddle should have let floyd do what he wanted to begin with. because now he’s teasing him, just centimetres away from touching him, and it might just be worse than the tickling itself.
“you’re gettin’ all twitchy around here,” floyd says, mostly to himself, his hand hovering around riddle’s midsection. “this a bad spot?” he giggles, wiggling his fingers in the air as he approaches and stops just before touching riddle’s side. “azul’s real ticklish here too, you know. and jade—” he moves towards riddle’s neck, and the housewarden scrunches up his shoulders even though there’s nothing actually there, “right here. i wanna see how you compare to them.”
riddle doesn’t respond to any of it, though he can feel his face burning as he tries desperately to focus. it’s getting hard to remember the answers when there’s nothing but ticklish thoughts running through his mind.
it takes a few minutes longer to finish than it should.
riddle is tempted to keep going; keep writing down something, even just random scribbles, anything that will postpone his demise. at the same time, though, the anticipation is killing him. he thinks the tickling would be more bearable than this.
so he sets his pen down, sighs, and turns to look at floyd. he tries to ignore the burning under his skin.
“...i’m done.”
floyd’s reflexes are terrifyingly fast. riddle blinks and suddenly he’s face-up on his bed, floyd settled happily atop his hips. he giggles as he looks down.
“goldfishie’s cute when he blushes.”
riddle grumbles, covering his face with his hands. “just hurry and get this over with!”
he doesn’t have time to feel embarrassed about his plea before floyd’s sharp nails are scribbling all over; his neck, his stomach, his sides, and riddle is suddenly laughing harder than he remembers ever laughing before. which, quite honestly, isn’t a high bar to rise above, given that he hasn’t had much to laugh about at all throughout his life—but still.
“stop, stohohop!” he cries, head thrown back as his hands find their way to floyd’s wrists. he’s always been incredibly ticklish, and floyd is one of the last people he ever wanted to find out—but now that it’s happened, he doesn’t hate it as much as he wants to.
and he does want to hate it. this is so…unbecoming of him; as a housewarden, as valedictorian, as a subject of the queen, but…as he laughs, he feels lighter than he has in years.
floyd’s eyes are practically sparkling. “i’ve never heard ya laugh so much before!” he exclaims, scratching at riddle’s lower ribs and making him cackle, so free, so undignified. it’s too out of place.
riddle hiccups between laughs, fits of giggles spilling out uncontrollably. “ihihi—i demand you stohop thihis!” he wants to cringe at how wobbly his voice sounds.
“eh?” floyd pouts, not letting up on his attack for even a moment. “but goldfishie promised i could tickle him…are you going back on that?” as if to reprimand, he tickles a little harder, veering on the edge of painful and way too ticklish. “that’s gotta go against one of your dumb rules.”
in a normal situation, this is the part where riddle would begin to scold; the queen’s rules, however foolish they may sound, are all important and to be respected. if he could, he would; but right now, he lacks the ability to speak more than a few words without crumbling to giggles once again.
“where's goldfishie most ticklish, huh?” floyd asks, skittering his fingers up and down riddle's sides. “‘cause it looks like you're just ticklish everywhere. what about here?” he reaches to pinch above riddle’s kneecaps, and riddle squeals and kicks and laughs and not much more, because there’s not much more he can do.
“i-i don’t knohohow!” riddle confesses, hands pressed over his face to hide and muffle himself. he’s been tickled before, but only briefly. he had no way of knowing how bad it would be.
floyd barks out a laugh at this, the sound intertwining with riddle’s for a second. “you don’t know? does that mean i get to tickle you ‘til i find it?” he flashes a sharp, dangerous grin, crawling under riddle’s arms.
“no, it does nohot!” yelps riddle, arms shooting down to protect himself. “st-stop it, i cahan’t take it! plehehease!”
he’s not normally the type to beg, but this entire situation is making him desperate and his nerves feel more alight with each touch. he tries to grab at floyd’s wrists, to push him away, hoping he’ll get bored and focus on literally anything else. being floyd’s victim isn’t anything he’s not used to, but this is new and he isn’t sure how he’s supposed to handle it.
it’s not long before his grip slackens, lashes growing damp as his strength is all but sapped out of him.
it takes a while to realise that the tickling has stopped.
he blinks his eyes open, deep and heavy breaths making his chest rise and fall, interrupted by stray residual laughs. he looks up, mismatched eyes meeting his. floyd’s hands are off of him now, but he’s still situated atop riddle’s thighs, not letting him move.
floyd giggles. “you’re real fun to play with.”
riddle can almost feel the heat rushing to his already warm face. “d-don’t tell a soul about this,” he hisses, “not a single person.”
“hm? ‘course i won’t.” floyd pokes riddle’s stomach one last time, as if the ensuing squeak is the punctuation at the end of his sentence. “teasing goldfishie is my job.”
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A bit late to post but here’s vampire Fiddleford for Day 2 of Fiddtober!
#gravity falls#fanart#fiddleford hadron mcgucket#young fiddleford#fiddleford mcgucket#fiddtober#inktober#gravity falls fiddleford#vampire Fiddleford#vampires#vampire#this took me an embarrassingly long time to finish#seriously how do you draw anatomy#god it was so worth it I love vampires
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something about twin stars idk
#miles tails prower#sonic the hedgehog#doodles#au stuff#backgrounds my beloathed#it took me an embarrassingly long time to figure out clouds i changed them at least 5 times#posting it before i decide they need to ve changed again#anyway we are slowly learning how to do backgrounds in this house 🗣🔊‼‼
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Random idea flew into my brain and obviously i had to draw it. What do you think they did.
#aurora comic#castoff comic#castoff fanart#castoff comic fanart#castoff#comicaurora fanart#comicaurora#sage castoff#Castoff Sage#erin ruunaser#Erin Aurora#Aurora erin#aurora webcomic#Aurora fanart#Sage fanart#Erin fanart#It took me an embarrassingly long time to realize i had drawn erins hand backwards while sketching it#I hate hands#Why do they have thumbs#My art
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[185] I spent all my time to do stuff playing undertale
#185#xisuma#xisumavoid#daily xisuma#hermitcraft#it took me embarrassingly long to beat Mettaton HAHAHA#first time I am playing :-) I have been spoiled to hell and back so I am doing pacifist but I am enjoying#I love minmaxing my experiences so we'll see what happens. I do not know if I will do the reset sillies! they are not quite so silly in thi#game are they...mmmm#freaking love when media is meta. hlvrai <3#<- freaking lie about the minmaxing. I do not often play video games and when I do they are usually like. Tetris.
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Hellsing 2002 calendar illustration.
Ein wunderliche und erschröckliche Hystori von einem großen Wüttrich genant Dracole wayda Der do so ganz unkristenliche marrter hat angelegt die mensche, als mit spissen als auch die leut zu Tod geslyffen
A wondrous and frightening story about a great berserk called Dracula the voivode who inflicted such unchristian tortures such as with stakes and also dragged people to death
#hellsing#alucard#kouta hirano#translation was found in a comment by u/lazyfoxheart on r/Kurrent#fun fact this is the highest quality version of this image that exists online#i know because i've been looking forever for a version that's clear enough to actually read what hirano wrote under '1443'#but there weren't any so i had to take matters into my own hands#the real image on the back of the guidebook is only 2 inches tall so i had to take this with my smartphone and will my hands not to shake#anyway i'm pretty sure it's supposed to say Eğrigöz (the location vlad was imprisoned) so yeah. thank you hirano very cool#if i might rant for a sec it took me an embarrassingly long time to figure that out because i didn't have the guidebook at first#and in the images i could find online that part was just a blur that looked suspiciously like a person's signature and i was like. who tf#i was thinking matthias corvinus since he issued some political propaganda against vlad iirc but it didn't match his signature on wikipedia#then i thought it might be vlad II dracul's since he probably had to sign an agreement to send his sons over as hostages at some point#but that didnt seem right either so i kept skimming vlad's wiki page#and then i was like goddammit...hirano.....you just misspelled Eğrigöz didn't you.. ....#i maybe should've made a separate post dedicated to this instead of writing a novel in the tags but eh#the hellsing brainrot runs deep#also- i put it in the source link at the bottom of the post but the german inscription is copied off a real woodcut of vlad from 1491#except instead of depicting him as an adult hirano drew him as a child which gives the inscription a very different feel imo#the one final thing that interests me about this is the fact that hirano published this calendar in 2002#which is REALLY early in the series. like this was before volume 5 came out??#i have no idea why he decided to do a massive spoiler drop in a random piece of japan-only merch#sandwiched between a drawing of alucard as john travolta from saturday night fever and integra as a fish no less#it makes me really curious to know what the fan response to this was back then. like did people even know who this was#maybe im just an idiot and everyone back then was like 'ah yes its alucard as a 12 year old. how very informative'
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Got tagged a *while* ago by @fairygodpiggy for this fun challenge- "What's your Favorite Spot/Vista in each Expansion?"
A Realm Reborn: 📍 Upper La Noscea, Wanderer's Palace [With Levraut]
Heavensward: 📍 Azys Lla, Quarantine Block [Chuu + Tuesday]
Stormblood: 📍 The Azim Steppe, Reunion (or, y'know, right outside of Reunion-) [Khorloo and Yol]
Shadowbringers: 📍 The Tempest, Achora Heights [Ishi'li, and Feo Ul]
Endwalker: 📍 Radz-at-Han, Mehryde's Meyhane [Mochiie, and Aysel+Aybora, who belong to @ser-corviknight]
Dawntrail: 📍 Urqopacha, Panaqpelu Retreat [Tangy + Wuk Lamat]
I won't be tagging anybody personally BUT ! If you feel inspired to take on this challenge (It *IS* very fun!) feel free to tag me so I also see it /)v(\
#ffxiv gpose#ffxiv screenshots#poses with friends!#Thanks for letting me borrow Aysel and Aybora <333333#also this was a super fun challenge it just took me an embarrassingly long time to do >w<;; it's been sitting in my drafts so I wouldn't#forget about it#I did TRY to keep it to 1 shot per but I am uh. Stricken with angels and story so-#Genuinely the ShB one might get reposted on its own with some lore LOL
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black sheep watercolour
#watercolour#painting#traditional art#demon#surrealism#religious imagery#snake#art#watercolour art#illustration#red#teal#blue#turquoise#artists on tumblr#watercolor#this took me an embarrassingly long time to force myself to do#it should have taken like 2 days max lol#i cant believe i used to do stuff quickly#need a brain injection
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different suit guy this time
#mob psycho 100#mp100#serizawa katsuya#arts#this took me an embarrassingly long time to do (-_-;)・・・#my problem is that at like 2/3pm ill be like 'im going to draw' and then i end up not actually putting pencil to paper until like. midnight
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but like could u imagine if other sports had the same finals process as tennis and therefore qualifiers could just chose to like. not go. like the fucking idk lakers or something made it to the playoffs and were like oh no thank you we would rather not
#took me an embarrassingly long time to think of a sports team there that wasnt the leafs#leafs should start doing this. sorry we dont want to lose to boston again we will just decline the playoffs#tennis#sportsball#tbf most playoff qualification processes are the same as tennis yes but like they dont withdraw from them like tennis does
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boba date doodleeeee
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the reference
#one of shuichis likes is boba tea and i am CLINGING TO THIS#tired of always giving him coffee smh give him variety.... let him have a little fun........#can u tell what this post was really about. i just rly rly rly wanted an excuse to draw shuichi in this outfit NGKSGKADFJK#which led to me not knowing what to do for kokichi. luckily i have outfit gacha games for that#i just slapped an outfit tgtr and called it a day#n e ways hiiiiii im still alive hiiiiiiii . drops this n crawls back into the abyss#shuichi saihara#kokichi ouma#kokichi oma#saiouma#oumasai#breeze art#is ur bf ever so hot u clench ur drink so hard it shoots out ur nose#hes lucky a boba pearl didnt get sucked up in there.........#we're not talking about the embarrassingly long time it took me to remember how to add a read more
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Melotober - Day 17 - Cards
How about a different sort of fortune?
#Melotober#You don't want to know exactly how many days it took me to realize I could use Tarot Cards for this prompt#Rune Factory#Rune Factory 2#RF2#RF#Rune Factory Alicia#RF Alicia#Rune Factory Mana#RF Mana#IDK why but it definitely took me an embarrassingly long time to come up with the idea of.. Tarot Cards!#I think it only came to me on Monday. And then I was like. “WAIT I KNOW.”#I adore Alicia as a person and as a BFF to Kyle- and I like how rf2 started exploring villager friendships#Mana and Ceci would absolutely be the first to see the new fortunes... bless their souls#All cards are face down as I am not giving anyone the absolute wrong reading#a few min after midnight- got a little unsettled by some medical related things (likely long covid. ugh. Don't recommend.)#almost postponed but coloring was actually soothing. And that's why we do this!#See you all later#Margot's RF Art
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merry christmas!
@alnst-secret-santa gift for @getosugurusbangs!!
sorry for the late post </3 I tried my best with their high school au designs.. the text next to "besties <3" says "I'm not your 'bestie' fym."
also here's the original pic:
#genuinely have no idea what I was doing with ivan's hand but its ok#the wall graffiti took me an embarrassingly long time to come up with#till looks kinda weird too but. it is what it is.#anyways merry christmas everyone <3#alien stage#alnst#ivantill
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first 5 songs on my on repeat playlist
i was tagged by @eowylesbian thank u sm luce!
You're Crashing, But You're No Wave by Fall Out Boy
Fat Lip by Sum 41
Shake It by Metro Station
Habitual by Honey Revenge
It's Hard to Say "I Do", When I Don't by Fall Out Boy
some no pressure tags: @looselipssinkships-x @merelrose @fictionalred @throckmorton-of-frogmorton @shejustcalledmeafish
#why is shake it by metro station on here lmao#sorry it took me a couple days to do this luce#i kept forgetting and it also took me an embarrassingly long amount of time to figure out where my on repeat playlist on spotify is...#kj post#tag game#luce tag#eli tag
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I'm glad I got that pretty little brain turned off! You don't need that after all, do you? Such a sweet little slut should not have to think, you should just look so handsome and pretty for me 😘💕 I always love knowing your reactions to my asks, always helps to paint the perfect image in my mind 😍
Don't worry about those buckling legs, just fall into my hold, such a small prince is so easy to manhandle and hold up for someone like me, at 6'2" I can have you however I please 😘
As your desperate whimpers grow and you push down into my touch, your hips rolling against my throbbing length against your ass, I'd keep that same, low tone as I whisper into your ear again "You need me to touch you directly don't you? You need my thick, rough fingers to fill this soaking boycunt while you grind that needy cock against my palm hmm? My rough hands create such an intoxicating friction for you, don't they?" I'd then pull that hand away gently, as I adjust my other arm to loop under your left arm, over your chest with some firm gropes to your chest before my hand goes right back to your throat, gently bringing your face back to look at mine. The hand that is now pulling your underwear down a little begins to then reach in and palm your tdick as my middle finger slowly pushes into you as I whisper "There you go~ that's a good little faggot, don't worry about staying stood, I'll hold you just like this, let me finger hit right where that pleasure button is and stay right there. This is what you need isn't it?" The moment that my finger sinks as deep as possible into your soaked cunt, it curls up and starts to caress and stroke your G-spot at a steady, but intense pace, my palm pressing firmly onto your cock 😍🤤
I'm glad you feel so normal about me! I feel very normal about you pretty boy 💕 I agree, it is absolutely a crime that I'm not there doing all of this and more to you right now! But your imagination seems to be incredible at making sure you feel everything regardless 😍😘
you're soooo right... there's nothing about my brain that's more impressive than what my body can do >_< !! i don't need to speak or think rationally or any of that,,, all i need to do is keep showing off nd let my reactions do all the talking as i give myself over to you completely :3 it's sooo much better when i'm totally mindless, isn't it ^^ ?
and speaking of being mindless ..,, i read that ur 6'2 and my brain literally bluescreened. godhfhjfjgyhh that's almost a foot taller than me helloooo.... you could literally do anything to me... i'd totally let you hahaha heyyyy twirls hair >_< !?? ahem. I'm so normal (im LYING!!)
auahfhfhhgjhj...,,, god ive read that description about a bazillion times, imagining your touch every single time,, i'm sure i'd melt under it!! the pressure, the fullness, the exhilaration of finally, finally having you where i'd been aching for it for so long? yeah,, yeah. wow. staying upright would be the last thing on my mind that's for sure!! i can just imagine it,, i've never had anyone else's fingers in me but my own, so it'd take a moment for me to get used to it - and fuck, i can only picture how big your hands are in comparison to mine - but i'd quickly adjust!! more than just adjust, actually,, i wouldn't possibly be able to stay still, so i'd rock my hips in time with your movements, only making my body even more electrified... whenever im by myself i instinctively try to stay quiet, but fuck, would it be futile in this situation. it wouldn't be long at all before i'm moaning against you, sounds slipping out of me unrestrained as the sensation within me gets stronger and stronger 😵💫😵💫 !! a little embarrassing, but i cum pretty fast when i'm alone,, so imagine how quick you'd send me over the edge ? mmm, but don't let that stop you!!! it doesn't matter if i'm shaking or breathless or if the sensations get too much for me to handle - i'd want you to keep going, anyways!! like i said, i'm mindless, your mindless, pretty little pup to use and wring as much pleasure as you can out of in any way you want <3<3 !! any way at all :3
#☆ anon#☆ asks#☆ ⚒#barking soooooo so so loud#this took me an embarrassingly long time to answer but its not mt fault#every time i tried i ended up with my face in my pillow#do you see the effect you have on me!!!!
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