#<- not really. but in a manner of speaking

[manticorecure]

HELLO PVPCIV PRINCEZAM.... MY GORGEOUS HORRIBLE TERRIBLE PRINCESS.... please stop killin g that one child (pvpbo)

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[miiyas]

thinking about childhood crush sukuna…

iya im telling you rn when i got this ask i jumped out of my bed and thought about this all day and all week

childhood crush sukuna who had been your best friend since elementary. it's a scary part of a kid's life, seriously !! it's the time when social groups are made and lasting connections are formed. and you, inevitably shy and quiet, had lagged behind that flow of making friends. that is, until sukuna abruptly came into the picture

childhood crush sukuna also lagged in making any friends. his stubborn attitude and rough demeanor made it hard for kids to like him. not that he really cared, he's long grown to the odd stares he gets

childhood crush sukuna who defends you against a few bullies teasing and picking on you for being so quiet. he stands in front of you with his arms spread out, brows furrowed as he makes snark comments back at the kids. he's taller than them by a head or two and the mere sight of him makes the brats run off. "you're so pathetic, you know that ?" he mumbles, cocking his head behind him to see you wiping a tear away from your eyes. sukuna scoffs and rolls his eyes and yet, he throws you a tissue and walks off. he hates people like you- those who can't save themselves in dumb situations like this isn't worth his time

childhood crush sukuna who, despite his beliefs in your weakness, had made a silent oath to himself to keep an eye on you on that day. he doesn't even realize he's even made one, but he has slowly fallen into the routine of holding onto your small hands tightly as you both make way around the school and cross the road to get home, his face plush with a pout and pinched brows

childhood crush sukuna who had watched you grow throughout elementary, middle, and now high school, watching you bloom and grow out of your silent shell and make friends of your own while he stayed the same. not that he minds. after all, you're the only one he waits for after school and walks home with, and that's all he needs. what's the point in having someone else with him if you're his day one ?

childhood crush sukuna who has gotten so familiar with your home he practically lives there. your mother says her welcome in her soft, hosting manner (despite constantly asking you just why he has gotten face tattoos) and he sits in the living room, eating whatever snacks you had left out while scrolling through his phone and listening to you ramble about how impossible your math homework has gotten

childhood crush sukuna would constantly deny all allegations of dating you. he's been asked that since his first year, and like muscle memory, he says a flat no. but lately, as the question is continuously brought up, sukuna can't deny the fact that his gaze lingers on your face for longer than usual, peaking behind his phone whenever you're in the middle of one of your rants, and absent-mindedly thinking of you when another girl is speaking to him. no, sukuna doesn't like you. nah, he thinks, he'd rather get punched in the gut than say that

"took your ass long enough." sukuna gruffs, pushing himself off of the wall of the brick school building as soon as he catches sight of you walking out the doors. he's been waiting. he's been waiting this whole time.

with a snatch of your bag, he swings it onto his shoulder and walks beside you. not ahead of you, god, never ahead. you've long earned the title and position to walk beside him, if not that, then slightly ahead.

"sorry, sorry !! got so busy talking to a friend." you hum out a half-hearted apology, knowing there was no malice in his tone. with a roll of his eyes, you and sukuna walk the path you both have taken for years. he's careful to study your steps, slow and carefree- like a tourist taking in the scenery, acting as if you haven't seen it thousands of times. but he doesn't mind. sukuna had grown and adapted to your habits, brushing it off and filing it as another one of your antics.

but today, oddly enough, was slightly different.

today, in sukuna's eyes, you were glowing. like the sun's soft cast as it starts to set just as it hits the horizon, the casual smile on your lips the only thing he could stare, and god ... he knew he was in deep.

there's a crosswalk you both need to stop by when trying to get to the neighborhood. sukuna always lets you press the button in request for crossing. he's more cautious, looking up from his phone for just a few moments until you make it to the other side, and he always fights the thought of grabbing onto your hands, just as he did as a child, the soft, tingling sensation in his hands forced to be warded off by the clench of his fists.

that afternoon is the moment that sukuna comes to the sudden blast and heart dropping realization that he is wholly, undeniably, and unknowingly in love with you. he realizes it on the path you two have taken since childhood and he realizes it through the routine the both of you have established since first meeting. he realizes it with the way you look at him, gently and so full of kindness and love.

[svnriseblvdd]

neighbour! clark kent x new girl! reader

SYNOPSIS: with your friend iris in town, the two of you head to a house party, where your short dress and a game of pool send clark's thoughts running wild again.

WARNINGS: reference to perv!clark/reference to general perversion, clark thinks extensively about reader's panties, most of it's innuendo and allusions i won't lie, chloe makes a slight reference to sex on/over a table, random football player starts leering and staring at reader's ass, indirect description of a boner, clark gets a peek of reader's panties, doggy but no sex? (you'll see - they're in the position, but clothes and underwear are still on), clark is still dying for some action.

i might come back and rewrite this part at some point in the future, because i had a couple more ideas i wanted to put in but couldn't figure out at the time, and the ending falls a little flat - i knew i wanted something extra, but i think it just lacks what i wanted.

part one! part two! part three! part four!

Your friend Iris is across the room while music flows through the space, loud and deep, settling into your bones. She’s flirting with a guy from the football team. You’ve already assured her she will not be borrowing your bedroom if she decides to hook up with the guy, so she might as well go home with him or just find a room upstairs to use. This house belongs to one of the football players, they’re always throwing big parties. 

Since Iris headed off ten minutes ago, you’ve been hovering a little awkwardly near the couches, except now there’s two couples making out on one of them, and then the other is filled with a group of friends you’re pretty sure are stoned out of their minds. 

So now you’re just looking for anyone to talk to or at least linger by without looking weird and lonely. Someone you know. 

Your face lights up in a smile when you notice exactly the people you need. Chloe and Lana are across the room, Chloe clearly judging people and Lana nodding her head either to the music or to Chloe’s comments. Lana smiles when she sees you, waving you over to them. 

You cross the room, greeting them both with a grin and an excited, “Hi!” 

“Hey, you look amazing!” Lana compliments. 

“Thank you! You’re so gorgeous!” 

“Is your friend having a good time?” 

“I’d say so,” Chloe says, looking toward Iris, who’s mid-makeout with the aforementioned football player. Good for her. 

Speaking of makeouts with football players, you need to find Clark. 

Clark spies you from across the room on his way back to Chloe and Lana, drink in hand. As always, he thinks he might combust. Your dress hugs your figure, clinging like a second skin, and it’s so short that if he follows the lines of your legs from your feet up, it feels like they might never end. 

And as always, his mind wanders. He thinks about how easy it would be to pick you up, wrap your legs around his waist. How your dress is short enough that it would hike up all by itself, bunching around your hips and showing off your panties. His x-ray vision means that he could just take a peek, but he refuses. It’s bad enough that he thinks about it, but to actually invade your privacy, to perv on you like that? He couldn’t. Surely not. He’ll let himself resort to his fantasies. His fantasies picture all manner of things. 

Black, like the dress - lacy, very simple and nothing out of the ordinary really, but entirely sexy. A bold red, maybe - it leaves little to the imagination, it only really covers the bare minimum and leaves the rest so plain to see. But then he pictures something lighter, a pastel pink or blue perhaps. And that’s what sends his mind into a frenzy. Delicate, soft in its colour, cotton and lace, the prettiest he’d imagined yet. Just like one he’d seen on your bed that time he came over to help put your furniture together. 

He approaches the three of you nevertheless, pushing his thoughts into the back of his mind. 

“Clark!” You greet him with your bright smile. 

“Hey!” 

“I want to play pool, do you want to join?” 

“Uh, sure?” 

“Great! I’ll get it set up, you come over when you’re ready.” 

He watches you walk away, hips swaying gently as you approach the pool table. “She’s so into you,” Chloe mutters, laughing. 

“What?” He asks, eyebrows quirked. “No, she’s not.” 

“Clark, she’s just invited you to go watch her bend over a table. Trust me, she’s into you.” 

His cheeks flush red as he shakes his head. “No. No, she’s just- she says and does things without realising.” 

“Oh, she realises,” Lana says, laughing a little. “She wants you to notice her.” 

“I do notice her!” 

“Not in the way that she wants. Not that she can see, anyway. To everyone else, it’s plainly obvious that you’re head-over-heels for the girl,” Chloe says. “Now go. She’s waiting for you.” 

He joins you over at the pool table, where you’ve set it up. It’s only now that it’s just you and him that he realises you’re tipsy. He can see it in your eyes and the lazy smile on your face, and the way you stumble just a little into him, holding his biceps for support. 

“Ladies first,” he says, watching you smile wider and turn to the table. 

You walk to the other end as Clark lifts the triangle, and you bend at the waist, lining up your shot. You split the balls, and the game begins. 

Halfway through, on your turn again, you bend at the waist once again, this time a little closer to Clark. And this time, one of the football players, Nathan, stares at your ass as you begin to bend over. Before he can see any more, Clark steps in the way, blocking Nathan’s view and shooting him a glare. 

Nathan raises his hands in surrender. “Sorry, Kent. I didn’t know y’all were like that.” And he moves on. 

Clark rolls his eyes a little. 

Right towards the end, with you surprisingly in the lead - although Clark’s willing to bet that he’s at a disadvantage, given that most of his blood is travelling in the opposite direction away from his brain and somewhere it is not currently needed - you go to take another shot. You evaluate a few angles, then decide on one. Clark is leaning against a wall, watching you move around the table with careful thought. And then you find your ideal angle. 

The best place you can take this shot from and still have a chance at potting it is by standing right in front of Clark. 

So you stand there, and bend over again. Clark hadn’t seen it before, careful to move with you so that he never had to be standing at an angle where he’d see much, if anything, when you bent over. But this shot was far too difficult to predict where you’d go, nowhere was ideal. So he’d stuck where he was and begged whatever power there was that you didn’t need to stand in front of him. But the powers are betting against him. 

You bend over, so your torso is at a parallel angle to the table, and line up your shot. And Clark doesn’t mean to look, really. But just like in the car the other day when he’d glanced at your tits, your ass is right there. How was he supposed to know that your dress was so short he’d be able to see your panties? 

The best of his fantasies are fulfilled when he glimpses your baby blue underwear, just like he imagined it. Cotton, but he can see the beginnings of lace detail. It covers you well, until it reaches your ass, where the material begins to thin, and it becomes just a flimsy thing that rests between your ass cheeks. He’d imagined the thong before, not half an hour ago. But now he was seeing it. 

You stumble a little, out of nowhere seemingly, and he’s quick to grip your hips to stabilise you. And now his crotch is pretty much against your ass. Now it just looks like he’s about to take you from behind. 

“Uh-” He lets you go. “You okay?” 

“Mm-hm. I’m about to win. I couldn’t be better.” 

“Yeah, well, there’s still time, don’t get your hopes too high.” 

Except Clark knows it would take a miracle for him to win now. His head’s too clouded with lust, his brain is so deprived of blood it should be concerning, and he’s so hard it’s painful. He thinks he might just finish in his pants any minute. And if he didn’t know better, he’d think that you’re doing this to him intentionally. But you’re too tipsy and he’s seen the way you are normally, always saying and doing things by accident or without realising the double entendre. 

Or so he thinks. 

Thing is, you didn’t really come here with a plan to try to rile him up. You know it never usually seems to work - Clark’s awkward, and far too respectful to objectify you, even if you’re practically begging him to (or so you think). You love how respectful Clark is, really, and you’re glad he was raised right, but just once you want him to throw that out the window, be as depraved as he can be, lustful and carnal. He’s so easily-flustered and touch-starved, you know that he has to have locked up all those urges and desires somewhere. You really didn’t plan anything tonight, the tipsiness seems to have done some of it for you. 

When you win the match a little later, you cheer and jump in celebration, Clark smiling at you and keeping his eyes very much on yours. You hug him joyfully, and he wraps his strong arms around you. 

It was strange how a man so physically imposing could hold so much comfort. 

~~~ 

“So, how was your night?” Iris asks over a cup of coffee as the two of you sit in the Talon. 

You smile. “Pretty good. You?” 

“Very good.” 

Later on, when Clark arrives with Chloe, Pete, and Lana, Iris wiggles her eyebrows at you, and you roll your eyes before inviting them to join you. 

The others all take their seats, leaving Clark to sit next to you. 

He looks flushed, but you choose not to comment. 

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[numinousher]

AROUND ME ── zayne.

SUMMARY… let him say a few words before you go out

AUTHOR’S NOTE… was listening to darte un beso by prince royce and so here it is

CONTAINS… dirty talk (kinda), zayne down bad he wants to devour you

Zayne was a gentleman through and through.

He loved relishing in the fact that he had manners and he could exceed expectations, that he knew he could treat his lover with gentleness they needed in their chaotic life, and he loved knowing that despite his flaws, he could love with his entire being without it being an issue.

But he had his needs like anyone else. Especially when he sees you wrapped in a pretty tight dress that you bought with his card—he insisted on you doing so.

It was snug, it was tight, it was short, though not too short. You could still bend down and not be exposed, which you had tested out to tease him and so he could see. After all, your comfortability was the top priority.

“Does it look pretty?” You asked, staring at yourself in the mirror you had installed in the corner of your shared room. You looked at him through the mirror once you heard nothing but silence from him.

He was leaning back on the palms of his hands, his tie undone, the first few buttons of his dress shirt undone, and his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He looked so delicious manspreading on the edge of the bed looking at you as if he could devour you.

As always though, he contained himself as best as he could. You had him wrapped around your pretty little finger, he wasn’t sure how long he could contain himself.

He lifted his lips a little, adjusting himself, as he cleared his throat. “You look beautiful.”

“Not me, silly,” you lightly giggled. You fixed the sleeves of your dress and the neckline of it since it was an off-shoulder dress. “I feel like it would look better with a necklace, right?”

He tilted his head back to look at you. He eyed your figure up and down, eyeing the way your thighs just called to him. God, he was such a gentleman but the things he wanted to do to you in front of the mirror was anything but. He wanted to bend you over the bed, to have you, take you, devour you, taste you, and fill you up until you could feel him for days. He felt himself shudder in need at the sensation.

You turned to face him once he stayed quiet again.

“Zayne?” You called out, catching his attention. He hummed in response, still staring at you. “I’m asking you a question.”

At your little whine, a small chuckle escaped his lips. He patted his lap. “Come here,” he muttered. You happily obliged and did so. He wrapped an arm around your waist and the other stayed perched on your soft legs draped over his thighs. “You look beautiful.”

“Really?”

“Of course, angel,” he whispered, placing kisses on your bare shoulder.

“It’s not too much?”

“No, never,” he continued to speak in a low tone. “Nothing’s ever too much. It’s perfect. God…” he picked your hand up and placed kisses on your knuckles and trailed them up to your shoulder. He then left them on the nape of your neck, your scent invading his nose. “So beautiful. Just beautiful.”

“Zayne.”

“You make me lose my patience,” he lowly spoke into your ear as he softly moaned at feeling your flesh. You were so warm and soft. “I want you in a way I didn’t know I could want somebody. Your face, your body… you truly are a vision.”

“Ugh, marry me already,” you huffed, rather amused at his reaction.

He moved you so you could straddle him and placed his rather soft palms on your thighs that were resting on either side of his hips. He ran them up and down.

“You want a pretty ring?” He softly asked, his fingers moving up to bring down the dress that was rising on your shoulder. You nodded. “You know I’ll give you the moon if you ask me to, I’ll get you that pretty ring, okay? I’ll give it to you because you want it and because I want it.”

His lips went to your cheek, softly kissing you there and the corner of your lip. “Be my beautiful bride. Mine. Share my last name and have me because I’m yours aren’t I?” You placed a hand on your jawline, tilting your head up so you could make direct eye contact with him. “Aren’t I?”

You nodded. “Yes,” you said in a hushed voice, almost as if you were sharing a secret.

“And I will gladly give myself to you,” he continued to spew in a tone so gentle a shiver ran down your spine. “I already do but, the thought of being your husband…” he inhaled and exhaled as if the new title excited him. And it did. “Not even Heaven itself can take me away from you. I’m yours forever you hear me?”

You nodded as he looked into your eyes, his nose gently bumping itself onto yours. His breath fanned over your lips as he spoke.

“Say it. Say I’m yours forever.”

“You’re mine forever,” you whispered.

“And I love you, with my entire being,” he hummed. He softly pecked your lips before taking off his glasses in a hurry and placing them on the nightstand. He grabbed your face and kissed you deeply. “I’ll give you anything. Anything you want.”

You giggled into the kiss. “I’m just gonna go out with friends.”

”Go and have some fun,” he said, kissing you. “Go and eat, laugh, and enjoy your time. I’ll be home waiting until you’re back in my arms and I can take you, I can be inside you…” his chest heaved up and down rapidly, his breath picking up. “I can make you cum until your legs are quivering and trembling and the only word you know how to utter out of those pretty lips is my name.”

You let out a small gasp at his choice of words.

“Zayne—”

“You’re so beautiful,” he said in between kisses. “Let me savor you before you have fun.”

You let him do so and the two of you continue making out until Tara calls you. Even when she does so, though, Zayne continues kissing your neck, leaving behind some marks here and there. It’s not a lot, but if you flipped your hair over your shoulder, the marks would be visible.

“I’m here!” Tara exclaimed rather excitedly.

“Okay, okay, just give me 5 minutes to put on my heels,” you smiled as you stood up.

Zayne followed after, grabbing your heels and kneeling down in front of you. You continued to speak to Tara about the restaurant you were heading with your other friends as Zayne fixed the straps of your heels. He kissed your ankles before standing up.

“You’re good to go, beautiful,” he whispered, leading you towards the front door as you hung up. You grabbed your purse and watched as he took out his card. “Remember, if your friends are drinking, let me know and I’ll pick you guys up, okay?” You nodded and he leaned down to kiss you. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you,” you smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you.” As you began to walk towards Tara’s car waiting by the front gate, he grabbed your forearm and brought you closer to him. He leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Don’t drink too much. I want you sober so you can feel my tongue tasting you. Maybe if you’re good, I’ll allow you to cum.”

He gave you one last kiss on the forehead before he let you go. You gulped and walked away, your body heating up with desire.

Tara waved at him. “Bye, Zayne! I’ll take care of her!”

He briefly waved, leaning against the doorway as he watched you. He smiled to himself before walking inside.

You cleared your throat and got inside the car, fixing your dress.

“Girl, you okay?”

“Fine.”

[3amwritings]

The Priest's Favorite Sinner

Pairing: Priest!Jeong Yunho x Reader

Genre: Smut, 18+ Minors DNI!

Word Count: 2.7k words

Summary: The Priest has his favorite sinner, his favorite forbidden fruit.

Warnings: Smut, Blowjobs, Religious guilt, Religious Imagery, Unprotected sex, riding, Gender Neutral reader (I try), Exhibitionism, Reader degrades Yunho and he's super into it, Kinda proofread? , Yunho is a freak freak

A/N: I finally posted something to this acc (admin 🥥 here), I had this bitch sitting in my drafts for months so I decided to clean it up to post >.< I hope you enjoy it! It's my first ever fic like this and any feedback is appreciated ^0^

...To be honest, Yunho does not remember where this perverted fixation on you had started. You’re nothing more than a filthy sinner, someone that Yunho should have stayed away from, from the very moment he laid eyes on you. But you were too enticing for him. Maybe this had started when you accidentally caught him jerking off to a photo of you in his office. Or maybe it started when you had lured him into the confession booth, with those seductive eyes.

Well, whatever it was that started all this… now Yunho can’t get enough of you.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned." Yunho gasps out, his voice slightly strained, his hands gripping the handles of the confession booth desperately. His grip was so tight, that his knuckles were turning white.

Here you were, between his legs as he sat in the confession booth, his cock deep down your throat. He gasps out and whimpers at how fucking good you feel, your warm mouth taking in all of him. It feels like pure bliss, his heavy cock twitching against your warm tongue.

…This is not what a priest does. A lingering sense of guilt rests in his stomach, a pit chewing at him. nYunho was aware that what he was doing was wrong. If by some miracle he wasn’t damned, this was certainly the nail in the coffin.

Each quickie or blowjob you give, in the confession booth or his office, only lures him in deeper, hook and sinker. You're like a drug to him, and he's addicted…

But Yunho can’t lie and say he doesn’t feel a bit of shame. The never-ending guilt and shame of doing these sinful things in a place considered Holy. What type of priest is he? What type of priest has he become?

… A dirty fucking one, that’s for sure. He’s so addicted to you and your body, trying to find the next wild or bizarre thing to do that puts them at a high risk of being caught…

His cock twitches even more at the idea, another moan slipping his pretty, plush lips. God, you’re so fucking good at being a slut for him.

But suddenly, Yunho was snapped out of thoughts, at the sound of the door to the other side of the confession booth opening, and the shuffling of clothing. Yunho's eyes widened, his face flushing red. What the fuck? Didn’t he put up a sign he would not be hosting confessions today? Had he forgotten?

The logical thing to do was pull you off his cock and take the confession. That’s what a good priest who had not fallen into temptation would do. However… The idea that he has to listen to someone repent their sins to their priest, all while getting his cock sucked and staying quiet is so hot to him... Yunho really was a pervert, wasn't he?

He quietly mutters another apology under his breath, as his hand tightens its grip on your hair, guiding you to keep a steady place as you blow him. Who was the apology for? Not even Yunho knows.

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned." A man speaks softly, the strain in his voice obvious. He had been crying prior, and in a heartbroken manner, came to Yunho to help find some peace. Your eyes are glued on Yunho, who clears his throat, preparing to reply.

He lets out another low groan, his hips instinctively bucking towards your eager mouth. His fingers tighten around your hair, guiding your movements.

…How is he supposed to care about someone else's sins when all he can think about is how much he wants to bend you over right now? 

You quite truly are the forbidden fruit.

"Go on, my child" Yunho finally begins, his voice shaky and filled with lustful need. God help him, but it feels so wrong yet oh-so-right at the same time.

The other person on the other side didn't hear how Yunho sounded different, probably too grief-stricken to notice or care. He begins to talk, occasionally stopping to hiccup or sob. Yunho was trying to focus on this story, his mind split between processing this man’s story and relishing the warm sensation of your mouth enveloping his cock.

For just a moment, Yunho feels guilty about what he is doing while this poor man repents his sins.

But you don’t.

Carefully, while locking eyes with him, you slowly took more of Yunho’s cock deeper into your mouth, deepthroating him. His eyes widened as he watched you, biting his lip so hard he could taste crimson metallic blood. It oozes out of the wound and threatens to spill down his chin.

You took him all in, the tip of your nose pressed against his skin, the sight so erotic Yunho wished he could be like this forever. Your sweet, plush lips around his cock…

Fuck, you’re going to be the death of him.

"What...what sins have you committed?" Yunho manages to choke out, his words barely coherent as he struggles to maintain control. His body tenses up, muscles clenching as he fights against the overwhelming urge to cum. Did this man already tell Yunho about his sins? He’s not even paying attention at this point.

Thankfully, the man hadn’t told Yunho his sins, and he did just that. Yunho can hear the man’s voice trembling, as he voices the sins he committed, that led him to this very confession booth. Yunho couldn’t help but roll his eyes. The sins he mentioned were not worthy of showing up here, not even in the slightest.

His grip on your hair tightens further, pulling you closer until there's no space left between your lips and his body. He starts thrusting shallowly, using your mouth like his own personal sex toy. "Tell me everything," he commands breathlessly, his voice low and husky with desire. "Don't leave anything out..."

Is he stalling? Is Yunho hoping that the man’s tragic story takes up enough time for Yunho to finally climax? Not even he knows.

What he should have done was just bless him and forgive his sins already… Well, that could only happen if he wasn’t such a pervert. The idea that this random man finds out is hotter than any fantasty Yunho could come up with.

*"...and that's why I'm here," the voice from outside continues, sounding broken-hearted and remorseful.

But Yunho can hardly concentrate on the man’s words. Every fiber of his being screams for release, begging him to let go and surrender himself fully to pleasure. A soft whimper escapes him as you constrict your throat even more- such a simple action sends shockwaves through his body. 

"Well..." His mind was too fuzzy to come up with a specific answer. His brain scurried to find a simple basic answer, one to satisfy this man so he could get the hell out faster. He finally responds after what felt like ages with, "It seems that your penance will involve many prayers and hours spent kneeling before God." How ironic.

With those words hanging heavy in the air, Yunho gives one final push into your welcoming mouth. A soft shuddered sigh leaves his lips, his head tilted forward, as his locks of black hair stick to his forehead, littered with beads of sweat.

You slightly cough as he grips your hair tighter and holds your head down, as he releases hot cum down your throat. It overflows, some of it escaping the corners of your mouth, mixed with some of your saliva, dripping down the base of his cock, and down his balls. It most definitely ruined his robes, but to be honest, Yunho couldn't care less.

"Oh, thank you, Father." The grief-stricken man thanks Yunho multiple times, his voice full of joy and relief. He wasn’t even aware of what had been happening next door. The newly repented man leaves the confession booth, leaving Yunho and you alone here.

As you were finally pulled off his softening cock, you couldn’t help but softly cough out, having managed to swallow all that Yunho had given you. “...You’re a fucking pervert, you know.” You couldn’t help but gasp out, trying to catch your breath.

Yunho couldn’t help but narrow his eyes at you. You’re correct, but why must you be so vulgar about it? “A pervert? Is that what you think of me?” He softly mused, his hand letting go of your hair, his hands almost instinctively petting it, to smooth it out. For a moment, Yunho had to admire how divine you looked in the dim lighting of the confession booth.

“You seemed super fucking turned on about the idea someone could have discovered us…” You commented in a very curt, straightforward manner. “...That's something only a pervert would get off to.” A sly smile forms on your face as Yunho's face slightly flushes red. Again, you might be right, but why so blunt about it?

He swallows as he watches you strip your clothes off in a nonchalant manner, his cock somehow hardening yet again. You and your cursed spell.

"...You're right," Yunho finally admitted softly, his hands reaching for your bare hips, feeling the soft flesh underneath his fingertips. He gives a possessive squeeze, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his mind runs crazy with lust and desire. He pulls you in more, having you straddle Yunho.  "I am a pervert. And you're the reason why."

His hands roam and touch every part of you he can, committing it to memory. He can never get enough of your body. He’s utterly hooked.

"I can't help myself around you. You drive me crazy..." Yunho’s voice is deep and sensual, as he pulls you in even closer to him. His lips then began to press kisses all over your bare chest. You couldn’t help but let out a shuddered sigh, your head tilted back in pure bliss.

…All his life, Jeong Yunho had devoted himself to the name of Christ and God. It feels with each feverish kiss he presses on your delicate skin, more and more of his sanity slips away. The delicate braid of his faith in his religion, unraveled string by string. You were the one he wanted to spend and dedicate the rest of his life worshipping. 

To prove his point, Yunho captures your nipple between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to elicit a gasp from your parted lips. "Mmm, but I bet you love it, just as much as I do." He murmured in a husky manner, his eyes looking up at you. A crazed look of insanity, lust, and devotion was swirling in those brown eyes of him, signifying that this priest was long gone.

You couldn’t help but nod, little moans slipping past your lips with each kiss, each hickey, and each bite Yunho leaves on you, marking you in a way only a sinner could.

“Oh, yes I do, Father.” You moan out, peering down and snickering to yourself as Yunho’s ears slightly flush red. You can’t get enough of teasing him.

His cock eagerly twitches against your needy hole, and you lifted your hips up just enough, positioning yourself to be a bit more comfortable.

Knees planted on either side of Yunho’s beefy thighs, one hand on the handle of the confession booth and the other on Yunho’s shoulder, you lazily roll your hips over the sensitive tip, watching the priest under you shudder.

“Don’t tease me like that.” Yunho desperately hisses between his teeth, his hands firmly gripping your hips. Once his tip was kissing against your hole, Yunho couldn’t help but let out a trembling moan once you finally sank down on him.

A sweet moan leaves your lips as his big cock stretches you out, your velvety walls pulsing and eagerly milking him, his tip pressed right against that sweet spot deep in you. “Oh yes, Father-” You moaned out, as you began to roll your hips, bouncing on Yunho’s cock.

Deep moans leave Yunho’s lips, he’s absolutely mesmerized by you. You look so angelic riding him, so ethereal. Liquid pleasure courses through Yunho's veins, but he doesn’t even have time to relish in it.

In the midst of his pleasure-filled haze, Yunho’s ears pick up once again on the confession booth door next to him opening. What the fuck?!

Suddenly, without thinking, Yunho puts his hand to your mouth and shoves his fingers in. His fingers press against your tongue, causing you to slightly cough, any noises afterward muffled. On the other side, it’s an older woman’s voice. “Father forgive me, for I have sinned.”

His heart beats out of his chest, that same thrill he got from earlier coursing through his veins. The thrill of potentially being caught is too addicting for Yunho to just give up. As his free hand gently guides you to keep bouncing on his cock, he clears his throat, and he speaks. “What seems to be troubling you, my child? Speak freely.” 

His mind is melting. Yunho’s eyes are fixated on your form, the way you bounce on his aching cock, the way you look taking his fingers in your mouth, the way your spit drools down your chin. He’s trying to focus on the lady next to him. He really is. You’re just too distracting. You just simply feel too good, wrapped around his cock.

With sniffles, the woman next to him began to confess her sins in a soft, repentant voice, which only made Yunho roll his eyes again. This was once again petty bullshit that did not require to be forgiven.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as you then began to grind your hips for more pleasure, and by accident, a soft moan left his lips. Your eyes narrow in delight as Yunho’s eyes widen in horror, his hand squeezing your hip so hard there would surely be bruises by tomorrow.

“F-Father are you okay?” The woman on the other asks in a concerned manner. She has no idea. She has no clue what is happening next to her.

“Apologies, my child…” Yunho stammers out slightly, trying to compose himself to respond. “...I slept wrong on my neck last night. Just had some pain.”

Really? Neck pain? Is that the best he can do? Yunho could feel your tongue move as you giggled underneath his fingers, and he shot you a glare to behave yourself.

The woman clears her throat, before continuing her tale. “Please Father, what should I do?”

That’s a great question. What should she do?

Yunho grits his teeth as he begins to thrust his hips upwards, his cock hitting that spot that makes you see stars. A knot forms quickly in your abdomen, signaling that you aren’t gonna last long. As your tongue decides to swirl around his long fingers, Yunho’s eyes roll to the back of his head, his own orgasm approaching quickly. His eyes clenched shut as he fights to maintain control, even an ounce of sanity.

“Forgiveness can be found through prayer and penance, my child," Yunho finally manages to say, his voice strained and husky. “Now repeat after me: 'I am truly sorry for my sins...'”

As the woman in the booth next to him begins to recite the phrase, Yunho's thrusts become more erratic, desperately chasing that sweet forbidden release. He's teetering on the edge, the sweet taste of Nirvana is just right on the tip of his tongue.

Your eyes roll back to the back of your head as you came, your juices coating and making a mess on Yunho’s thighs. If Yunho’s fingers were not in your mouth, your moans would have been so loud right now.

Yunho shudders at the sight of your orgasm that he can’t hold back anymore, pulling your hips down on his cock as he came, shooting streams of  cum into your sweet hole.

He lets out a low shaky exhale, as the lady in the booth next to him thanks Father Yunho, leaving in a hurry.

The only sound that could be heard is the soft ragged breathing that came from you and Yunho, trying to catch your breaths from such an experience.

“...Told ya that you were a pervert.” You grinned slightly, as you slowly lifted yourself off his softening cock, some of his cum slightly leaking out.

Yunho, who’s still trying to catch his breath, narrows his eyes but chooses not to comment on it. After all, you were correct.

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: random word prompts with haru, towa, ren, taiga, romeo, and ritsu!

COMMENTS: ritsu...save me....save me ritsu......save me best lawyer japan will ever see..................save me :((

Haru - Convience

It’s easy to run to his aid when he doesn’t call you. Haru is always chipper and kind, greeting you with a cheery good morning and a slap on the back. He knows you know more than enough now from shadowing him for so long that you can take care of most of the anomalies yourself.

He would never let you near the bulls, though.

Only he is allowed to break every bone in his body and get bitten til he bleeds! That is none of your concern. You’re much too soft and precious for that, he’ll sooner die than let you get in trouble.

So please, won’t you hold his hand when he feels tired? Won’t you always be there for him? He really likes it when you scratch at his scalp like that. Let him rest his head in your lap and breathe, just for a little while.

Towa - Innocent

To be one’s first love is truly an honor, Towa thinks. He finds you so cute, with your warm cheeks and soft smiles, your shaking hands as you give him little bouquets of wildflowers. He giggles and swings you around, kissing your skin over and over until your flesh burns underneath his mouth.

Precious! You’re so precious! You’re each other's first kiss, first love, first date, first everything. Towa couldn’t be more grateful that he gets to experience such a love with you.

It’s an honor that you trust him so much. It makes you so beautiful. You already looked stunning while you were in love, but since you’re in love with him, you look so much better.

Ren - Implication

“Come here and watch me play,” he says.

“Where are you going? There’s still fourteen minutes left of the movie,” he says.

“Why are you playing all the way over there? Do I stink or something?” he says.

Ren is full of subtleties you have to decipher every time you speak to him. He seems almost scared of voicing his desires for you to be near him.

Even when you get near him of your own accord, he calls it sexual harassment. It’s like he does it on purpose just to see you get irritated.

It works.

Contrary to his word, though, he always scoots a little closer to you when you’re near. A slight shuffling of feet when you’re tending to anomalies, a shifting of his leg on the couch, each one is noticeable.

He’s such a silly man. Doesn’t he know by now that you want the same thing?

Taiga - Definite

You stare, unimpressed, at the massive bite mark on your shoulder. The steam from the warming shower slowly rolls throughout the bathroom as you poke and prod at the sharp teeth marks, wondering how the hell you’re going to get them gone.

It was winter, so wearing a jacket would be a given, but hiding it wasn’t the problem. Feeling it was.

And now every time you moved your shoulder, the skin would stretch uncomfortably because your absolute unhinged boyfriend decided to fucking bite you.

You snatch up your phone and send him a quick text about how he needs to chill out and move to set your phone down. Before it hits the counter, it buzzes, and you lift it back up to your face.

Rolling your eyes, you huff. Right, silly you! You forgot being bitten was a definite when in a relationship with someone like him.

Romeo - Perception

Liking Romeo was really, really hard sometimes. Even though he was hard working and very ambitious, two traits you greatly admired, his overbearing attitude was the one thing you hated the most.

You’ll get wrinkles! Fix your eyebrows! Don’t curl your lips like that! That shade isn’t right, try this one! Your chapstick came off! Your skin is flaky right here!

Over and over and over, every flaw you had he would address like it meant nothing. Didn’t he have any manners? You weren’t supposed to talk to people like that, especially your friends.

But...when you sit yourself down at your vanity in the late hours of the evening, you do as he says. You apply your skincare and you’ll do a facemask if you feel like it.

And when you wake up the next morning to his scrutiny and slight nod of approval, you feel lighter inside.

Ritsu - Monarch

There were many words one could use to describe Ritsu. Annoying was one you heard a lot. It was not one you agreed with, however. You’d much rather use words like dependable. Cool. Clever. Impressive. You’d much rather follow him around like a lost puppy, soaking up every word he says with stars in your eyes.

Taiga makes fun of you, asking if you’re ever apart from the other person. Ritsu gets huffy and you just shake your head bashfully. Romeo snorts and calls you a basic bitch, lamenting about how Ritsu has spent so much time with you and yet hasn’t taught you a single thing, to which you reply that Article 230 of the Japanese Penal Code states that one who publicly alleges facts shall, regardless of whether such facts are true or false, be punished with penal servitude or imprisonment not to exceed three years or a fine of not more than 500,000 yen.

This time, Ritsu has stars in his eyes. You eat his pride for you out of the palm of his hand, relishing his beaming smile.

You’ve learned a lot from him.

Every time he calls you his business partner, your heart sings. It’s an honor and a privilege to be with the man you admire most.

And at the end of the day, when the lights are dim and he takes his jacket off, you help him undo his tie. He always reminds you that it’s after working hours and you always shake your head, wanting to stay by his side more than anything.

He gathers you into his arms and holds you, just for a little while, eyes sliding shut as you rest your hands against his shoulder blades.

How beautiful it is, to be special to him, the king of your heart.

[wh0rrorb4by]

big brothers - mikey x reader x draken

tw: dub/noncon, incest/pseudocest, size, crying, bratty crybaby reader, says niichan once, overstimulation, draken's a meanie who doesn’t like bratty little sisters! {or likes them too much}

a/n: short drabble to post while i work on other drafts and requests!! :)

18+

big brother mikey who lets his mean friend draken use you any way he wants.

it's really only when you're being a brat. when mikey's coddled you too much and you get too comfortable and start acting like a real piece of work — mouthing off, stomping around, wearing slutty little skirts in front of all his friends. when you think you're invincible because mikey just adores you too much to really handle you the way he should. draken's not as weak for you as your big brother is — not by a long shot. he loves you, for sure, makes you call him big brother, too, because it makes him all hard and because he treats you like you're his own baby sister. but the difference between him and mikey is clear.

mikey’s a perfect fit when he sinks his cock into you — tells you it’s because you’re made for each other, and you have to agree. he stretches you in a way that makes your brain go fuzzy, the thick head of his cock angled upward to hit your sweet spot when he drags it out and stuffs you full again. you cry sometimes, because it feels so good. because you love your brother. because he kisses you while he’s cumming, giving you his warmth as a reward for being so good for him.

draken’s a brute. the stretch is painful, mind-numbing because you can’t focus on anything other than the fact that it doesn’t fit. he keeps pushing in anyway, holding your hips to keep you still as he gives you micro thrusts to open you up. you cry before he's even in, clawing anything you can reach because it hurts. and your eyes roll back when he finally bottoms out because you’ve never felt anything hit your womb before — you’re sure that’s where his cockhead is pressing against, and you’re gasping and crying and babbling before he’s even given you a full thrust.

draken robs your orgasm from you before you’re ready. it’s not like it is with mikey. he doesn't earn it, doesn’t work you up to it through skill and care for your body like mikey does. you don’t even see it coming, blindsided by the sudden rush that leaves your body limp and your brain dizzy, crying harder because he fucks you through it even as you clamp down around him. he shushes you, telling you he’s gonna give you another one, and before you know it the rough pad of his middle finger is encompassing your much smaller clit, and you’re crying as he rubs it until your body is trembling and you’re pushing out another orgasm for him.

mikey sits back and watches you struggle. it’s your fault. he’d given you warnings — bad little sisters get taught manners, and neither him nor draken were very forgiving. it doesn’t matter how much you beg him to intervene, or how many apologies you squeak out before you're fucked too dumb to speak. you need this. it's good for you to know that no matter how much he and draken love you, you're not immune to being disciplined once in a while. besides, watching his best friend fuck you limp makes him rock hard. you’re cute when you’re weakly muttering niichan in a desperate plea, and neither of them are sure who you’re referring to anymore.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Professor Trein, what was Professor Crewel like back in the day? Please you have to tell us. Was he as uptight- I mean disciplined as he is now?

A Storied Past.

“Professor Crewel?”

Merely having the name of his old pupil made his lips twitch. It was like Trein was actively fighting a frown—not to mask displeasure, but to maintain professionalism. Still, his brows scrunched in that telltale way that it did right before he set to berating tardy or rude students.

"While I do not mean to speak ill of my coworkers," Trein paused to loudly clear his throat, "as an instructor, I must say that Divus had quite the reputation as a youngster.

"He was a bright young man--the trouble was getting him to apply himself in class. Always cutting class, talking back to his teachers, disrupting lectures..." Irritation rose in his voice. (You swore you could see veins bulging on Trein's temple.) "Why, he had the gall to exclusively refer to me as 'old geezer'! Can you believe the cheek on him?!"

"Professor Crewel?" you pretended to be shocked, giving an exaggerated gasp. "Really?"

Trein shook his head. "Divus thought highly of himself and his abilities, granting respect only to those that overcame him. Both his bark and his bite were rumored to be deadly. He was like a stray with a chip on the shoulder, acting out in some desperate bid to prove himself as leader of the pack."

"I recall that he popular among his peers. Divus was able to command the attention of many with his charisma. Oft he would cause trouble with his little group of hoodlums.

"You'd hardly recognize the man now--time has sanded those edges and straightened him out. Professor Crewel is as disciplined as they come... albeit, his temper or manners occasionally slips its leash and he must recollect himself. He is still very opinionated and stubborn, that much has not changed. We regularly debate on a variety of topics, from fashion to the superior animal companions.

"Just the other day, I caught Professor Crewel clicking his tongue on the way to a staff meeting. I of course stopped and scolded him for his lack of decorum. He took it well enough at the time, but responded with only platitudes.

"When I later inquired about his mood, he confessed that he was preoccupied with thinking of how to best train his students. For that to be the reason for the way his face was creasing so... he must be putting considerable time and effort into his work.”

Trein sighed deeply, but with that breath expelled, the corner of his mouth pulled up. It was not an expression of disappointment, but of satisfaction. Pride.

"... Hmph, it seems that my teachings have gotten through to him after all."

[sulumuns-dootah]

Hello and can i ask if its okay for a request? If its okay, I read your ‘WHB Characters meeting their Obey me counterparts’ and got the idea…

What if the WHB Kings meeting Diavolo from Obey me?

Or WHB Angels & Angels from Obey me? (you can choose one or make a request or not, if you like)

Thank you in advance

WHB kings meeting prince Diavolo

⟡ Masterlist ⟡

A/N: Hi! I actually wrote the Seraphims meeting their OM! version in the second part of OM! meeting WHB ^^ (Took me a while but I'm back, babey!)

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Oh hey, this future king of Hell isn't as scary as Satan expected

Actually, he kinda reminds him of Mammon in a way

With the whole golden retriver energy

On the other hand, Diavolo is intruqued with Satan's biker persona

Don't tell Barbatos, but he might buy a bike too and ride it while Barbatos is busy with chores around the castle

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These two get along really well

I already mentioned that they're really similar so lemme talk about it a bit more

They both have their royal manners, but still try to reach out to their people from their privileged pedestal

Also, they don't take anything much seriously

Like you could spill a whole gallon of soup on them and they'll ask if you're okay and then laugh it all off

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I really hope that Diavolo doesn't have any expectations based on the brothers

Leviathans couldn't be the furthest from each other so I doubt Diavolo would be able to befriend Levi by cosplaying Ruri-chan for him

At first he'll be his cheery self, but after Levi responds in a luke-warm way, he'll pretty much shut himself off

Leviathan, being Leviathan, doesn't wanna have anything to do with some other king of Hell

Will even try to start a competition about whose Barbatos is the better servant (OM!Barbatos wins, sorry)

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Oh but these two will hit it off nicely

Chaos ensues

Might be the frist time where Diavolo has to be the one to stop shenanigans from spiralling out of control

Please do make sure that Beel doesn't find out about Diavolo's fear of pickled vegetables, or he might end up chasing him around the castle (like that video of that one woman who was terrified of olives)

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Given what happened with OM!Belphegor did, Diavolo is a bit vary while meeting Belphie

Though, his fears are pretty much calmed when he finds out that this guy can't go an hour or so without falling asleep

He really admires how Nifleheim manages to not descent into chaos and definitely wants to try and implement some of the rules in the Devildom

Belphegor didn't even realise that someone new was in the room

Will probably ask Beleth if he changed up his style and tell him that red is not his color and that he should just keep the suit he wears normally

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Okay, Diavolo is scared

Like geniunelly terrified

He will actually refuse to be around Asmo for an extended period of time

Just hearing all the stories about him is enough

And even if he didn't, the smell would speak for Asmo enough

On Asmo's end, you already know he'd be down (who wouldn't he be for tho?)

Depending on the look that Diavolo would be in, different things would turn him on about him

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Lucifer saddens him

To what extent are the kings and the brothers different? Do they carry similar mindsets and feelings? If so, he really needs to have a long conversation with OM!Lucifer

Lucifer, on the other hand, is finally happy to find out who tf the Diavolo guy is

For some reason he kept thinking about it after having met his OM! self who would constantly only talk about him

Lucifer likes him, overall ^^

[denimecho]

I've been having issues falling asleep for the past few days. Whenever I try, I end up lying awake for hours thinking about things I'd prefer not to. Recently, though, there's been something new that I don't know how to manage alone, yet I also don't much feel like talking to anyone in specific about it.

I know it isn't my style to make a post like this, but I figure if there's a chance it offers some relief, it's worth a try.

It's been... possibly 4 years now, I think, since I cut my parents out of my life. I have never regretted this decision. There's been many times that it's been hard, because the feelings involved are conflicting even when you're sure you're making the right decision. Logic and emotion don't always go hand in hand, after all, so while I've always known my decision to do this was entirely fair, I have, of course, felt guilt and despair, loneliness, nowhere to turn to when times are hard.

It's odd when I think about it. I've always known that there were no parents to turn to, even when we were still in contact, because those were not the kinds of people they were. Superficially, yes, my mom is capable of being warm. That's perhaps the most terrifying thing about her, that she can be so warm and so kind, yet also so ridiculously cruel that it's hard to fathom it's coming from the same person. Neither of them inspired the trust that would make one feel like there are "always people who love you that you can turn to", but even so, once it was official that we wouldn't talk again and their numbers were blocked, it felt a different kind of true for the first time.

I've often missed my mom, or "wanted my mom", but known it wasn't her, the person, that I missed, but rather the concept of a mom. I think what I really missed those times were, in the end, some kind of security; an unconditional love that one can trust to always be there. I believe I have people I can trust in this manner, but it's not always easy to stay believing, when I know as well that they were raised to think family is the bond you can truly trust. I have to believe something else is true, because otherwise there is no one to truly trust.

I've long since given up wondering how my parents justify it to themselves that they do not love me. I'm sure they believe they do, somehow. Fact still is that they've attempted to reconnect with their favourite child time and time again, yet never me. They don't even ask about me when they try to sway my brother to speak to them again, and when he tells me so, I say that I know. "I know, I'm not surprised, yeah classic them". I've known since I was a kid that I "wasn't what they hoped for" - what my mom hoped for, at least. My dad didn't hope for kids in the first place - and it no longer hurts that they feel nothing for me. I don't know what it feels like, but it doesn't hurt, I'd say. In fact, part of me is thankful that they find me disappointing because it means I couldn't fix their misery by reestablishing contact with them anyway. They're practically letting me go guilt free.

But... lately I can't sleep, because even though I logically always knew this was the case when I made my choice, it's only now that I truly understand that the next time I can expect to speak to one of my parents again is when one of them dies. I've considered myself pretty much orphaned since we cut contact, but I do know they are alive somewhere. Yet we will never see each other again. We will never resolve anything. We cannot, because even if they said everything I'd always wanted to hear, I will never trust them with myself, with the power they have over me. Now I think of their faces, their smiles when they were occasionally warm, their voices, and that they will die. And I will know nothing of what they were like in the end. I will never hear them speak again, and the day I finally do, it will be for that reason.

I'm not sure what to feel about this. I just can't sleep.

[usac-official]

Hehe, no problem, kid. I'm sure you'll get to meet her someday! I'm indifferent to fish, but don't know what Lizzie thinks about fish. She really likes cryptids, though.

Speaking of cryptids, cryptozoology is the study of cryptids' mannerisms, physiology, distribution, and other such traits, if that makes sense.

[A tiny feral triangle wanders in the shadows, searching for scrap metal and food. He avoids every noise and person he sees, real or imagined. Behind him he carries a hammer composed of scrap metal.]

@paranoidtriangle

[One of the cryptozoologists starts discreetly tailing him.]

[imaluvsj7]

✿ ─── TOUCH OF EUPHORIA : 이희승

SYNOPSIS : where 𝒽𝑒𝑒seung is desperate man

PAIRING : 𝓁ee 𝒽𝑒𝑒seung x gn 𝓇eader ; GENRE : friends 𝓉𝑜 lovers, 𝒻luff, yearning & 𝒹esperation ; WC : 1338

───── 【 𝒾mas’ note 】 ❍ :: getting hang of writing again so sorry this is kinda rusty, I've tried making gn this time so really sorry if you find specific gender mentioned anywhere. please leave fbs & ENJOY READING!!

WARNINGS : english is not my first language, reader loves to banter, hee is a loser trapped in a hot body — desperate and yearning, hee calls reader angel, lots of fluffy & they kiss!!!! a little bit of rusty writing.

DISCLAIMER : This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

“Visiting my house early in the morning with your pajamas still on isn't how i expected you to show up heeseung especially the following day of your confession,” you stand near your door looking at him with adoration with a teasing tone hidden behind your grin.

Heeseung stood in front of your doorsteps with his typical pajamas a white loose tank top and grey trousers, bedhead messy locks with some tousled strands tucked in places — showing he has tried to fix his hair on the way, his bambi eyes showing daze and their usual sparkle. (click to read more)

Yet his unsettling feet and palms showed his feelings — a mix of joy, excitement, a depth of overwhelmingly and maybe slightly anxious gaze which he couldn't hide and somewhat feeling euphoric.

“I woke up and went to directly check my phone then I saw your response to my confession and I couldn't control myself but I promise I have brushed my teeth and washed my face,” he explains hastily trying to assure you he has cleaned himself enough to show up.

You try to suppress your laugh but he was too adorable to control, looking at you chuckling he blushed profusely as his ears turned crimson red and warm.

Soon calming down you speak — “so heeseung did you feel satisfied with my response.” “You said you will reply in person….. uh- so do you reciprocate my feelings?” he stutters out his question.

“Is this why you came rushing?” you ask with a playful tone subsiding your laugh. “Please angel, just answer my question. I need to know your response in person,” he said, carrying a whiny tone and emphasizing his plea.

“Okay gosh but first come inside you goofball.”

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You both walk into the living room and sit on the couch, “you want anything to drink cause it's early morning you haven't had breakfast or something.” “No please let's just talk,” he pleads desperately.

God you are weak for men who yearn pathetically, it drives you insane. You want to scream in a pillow at his adorable yet desperate state.

“Okay okay let's talk,” you gesture at him to continue speaking. “I couldn't keep my feelings hidden anymore angel, so Jay pushed me to confess and I didn't have the guts to do it infront of your face so I preferred to text instead.”

“To be honest I said that because confessing on text is a chicken move and I wasn't fond of it so I told you to confront me in person for my response.” “Yeah that I understood after Sunoo and Jungwon smacked my head when I told them before leaving, I'm really sorry that was very cowardly and lame of me.”

“It's okay bambi boy you're forgiven since you're so adorable but now I'm waiting for you to repeat the same thing you know.”

“Stop teasing me — he groans, maybe more like whining with his lips forming a pout — okay now just listen to me and don't speak please or I might get nervous, “you're nervous” – angel please let me complete.

I have had feelings for you for three years right after we became friends, I couldn't control them. Whenever you grab my arm I feel a jolt of electricity running through my body, when you come over to take care of me when I'm sick I feel captivated by your presence, when you laugh at my silly jokes I feel an intense wave of euphoria, I feel butterflies in my stomach when I go to bed after we hangout. I cannot stop myself blushing and smiling, at this point all my friends know and make fun of me. I don't care if I sound desperate or pathetic. I just want you to know how I feel so please tell me how you feel or I might go insane.”

“Gosh bambi boy you make me want to squish the life out of you. I have feelings for you too, you idiot, it was pretty clear to everyone except for you bimbo. Why do you think I always agreed to hangout and spend time with you and laugh at your silly jokes because I love you dummy.”

You expected him to jump or maybe laugh or just react with some sort of excitement but rather his eyes are glossy showing his vulnerability and his big grin speaks for his happiness.

“Say something now you idiot,” “I will start crying you-you love me- you said those words.” He stands up abruptly startling you as he grabs you in a tight hug pulling you up from the couch and his feet softly bouncing in excitement showing his eagerness.

“Okay you stupid let's sit…. oh god bambi boy,” you laugh at his excitement as he stumbles and you both crash on the couch. “Sorry oh god that was embarrassing I couldn't help oh this is real,” he giggles still joyful from the adrenaline rush.

He shifts, getting both of you comfortable laying down on the couch and you both stay quiet for a few minutes covered in a comforting silence.

“You know you haven't said those words yet,” “I haven't what – how can I be so stupid oh my god I love you angel, so much and it keeps growing everyday, every minute and every second.”

“You know you're definitely desperate and corny but lucky for me I like my man yearning for me.” He laughs at your sassy words while nuzzling his face in your hair and it follows with a soft warm touch of his lips making you go still and your body feeling euphoric.

He turns your head into his direction as he inches himself close to your face, his warm breath hitting your lips as he whispers “Can I?” — nodding your head you give him consent.

He soon leans forward, your bodies pressed together and your lips meeting his and you can feel the taste of shared breath along with his natural scent consuming your brain making it foggy.

Jolts of electricity pass in your system sending a tingling sensation across your cloudy brain and your palms turn clammy. The feeling of euphoria crawling in your heart making loud thuds. Your lips part slightly as he slips his tongue inside making you grasp his tank top in a tight fist.

Your usual confidential facade falling off as your face flushes warmth turning your ears crimson red. Eyes closed with your one hand travelling from his hair to his nape and his one hand locking your lips in place while the other holds your waist with fingers caressing your skin.

Your heart blooms with a rush of contentedness and a warmth you couldn't despair — the feeling so new yet so exciting making you feel gleeful. The lack of oxygen forcing you both to slowly part away, he leaves a last peck on your puckered lips.

Taking your time to stabilize your breathing you start feeling shy and exposed but the way Heeseung grins widely with adoration shining in his bambi eyes, his hands holding yours with his fingers caressing your knuckles assuring you.

Guessing your vulnerability he pulls you to him hugging you closes, pressing his torso against yours. Nuzzling his chin against your head he tilts his head a little to give your forehead a loving peck soon returning to its position.

After somewhat ten minutes of comforting silence he spoke up “Just so you know I'm your boyfriend now and you're my girlfriend but Jay told me girls feel loved and special when we ask them out on a nice date so give me one day.”

Receiving no response he pulls away a little to find you in a peaceful slumber, his loving gaze admiring your peaceful self — when you aren't teasing him or being cheeky.

Returning to his position he closes his eyes drifting away in his dreamland except this time it wasn't him admiring you from afar rather holding your hand while walking on a beach with your ring finger shining with a gold ring reflecting the sunlight.

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hi cogmented! love the art. do you have any tips for beginners? thanks and have a good day

HI YES YOU TOO i think most of these are applicable to beginners and non-beginners

i learned these tips from two low level art classes based on charcoal so i find some of these a lot easier through traditional means, but the skills learned from them should be transferable through any medium

i wont be touching on color or perspective too much, here's a past post i did on colors.. more so values, but it didnt go in-depth as i would have liked

shape and form are fundamentals for visual art. you need to think of form to get your shapes around it

mass and additive are kind of the same thing, just the filling of the shape, no lines involved. gesture is more so for the feeling of the same, and line gets further definition

here are some of my digital examples:

mass, gesture, line

subtractive

the top left drawing started as mass, where i formed the two people's positions into one blob and then colored over it

once you start getting those down, you can start applying it. but, you may want to look at what other artists are doing too

tracing, doing master copies, and using references are all fair methods of learning off of another, just dont pass off traced or copied art as your own

tracing tends to make your lines appear stiff, especially if you are tracing a more gestural drawing. you don't get the same motion as when you are simply referencing

mastercopies are replicas of the art work, made to look exactly like it in an attempt to emulate the same techniques the original artist might have used. i find this personally the most tedious, but beneficial method, but it may not be the easiest thing to do as a beginner who is not used to quick hand motions or confident lines.

this mastercopy sucks because mimicking traditional on digital is not the easiest thing in the world, and i on god just fucked it up, but you can see how that form and shading is much more similar than the other two

using an image as a reference is the most widely known method, but it may not look exactly how you want it to at the start! you might simply not know how line weight, textures, or line methods work yet, which is something figured out through practice and observation

and speaking of observation,

this looks okay, doesnt it?

but there is something much more structured to this, right?

it is hard to not assume you know how things look. you see things every day! your reference is right there! but really think about what you're drawing, and what it looks like.

references are always helpful, be sure to glance back frequently and really look at the distance between things, how things are rotated, how things curve around each other, and where shadows add definition

and even the bottom drawing does not capture everything correctly (the top left is not pointed enough, the middle is too high, the bottom right back fabric is too low, the bottom left is missing a fold, etc etc) i gave myself 5 minutes max for these, but it certainly looks more correct and it is not just more well developed shading

(the box is something i do often to get the size of shapes down, or to see how much space something will take on the canvas)

and always always always experiment

you do not have to draw every line, you do not have to put every detail in its right place, you are only trying to get visual information across in a manner that you enjoy

if you have an idea, but dont think you can do it, the most important thing is that you try it anyway. if it looks like shit and you dont like it, try again another day, just dont stop drawing because one day you will be able to do it

dont be afraid to erase things, to start over if you dont like it, even if you spent time on it, because you can always redo it better the next time and each time it is another thing learned or whatever. or keep it cause it looks funny or interesting who cares, as long as youre doing something

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blue lock as the 5 love languages ˖ ࣪⭑

a/n: fluff, slightly suggestive in karasu and aiku’s parts, “girl” in barou’s part, kaiser’s section might be a bit ooc, enjoy!

acts of service - barou

barou is really gentle, but you would never know it from the way he speaks. he’s definitely much kinder to you than he is to anyone from blue lock, but sometimes he just can’t work up the courage to tell you how pretty he thinks you are, or ask for a hug when he wants one. the best thing he can muster up is offering to braid your hair out of the shower. he says it’s to keep your hair neat, but you both know it’s because he loves how warm your skin is.

he loves making you food. and keeping your shared apartment tidy. even though he nags at you to put your shoes away, he always gives you a nice foot massage after hard days at work.

he really doesn’t like to see you struggle. he’s like your helicopter boyfriend. if he could spend the rest of his life making sure you never have to lift a finger again, he would! he’s like your living calendar. he remembers all the due dates and deadlines and appointments. he’ll remember to restock the groceries and do an oil change for the car. because a girl like you shouldn’t have to worry!

quality time - ness

you’re ness’s favorite person. he loves your sense of humor, and how personable and thoughtful you are. he loves how fun you are. even though he knows you love him, he’s given up hope that anyone could love him how he loves them. ness feels really deeply, and while it is lonely, he wouldn’t want anyone to feel as he does anyways.

which is why when you tell him if you want to get out of here and get ice cream, his heart sings. thinking that you would find getting ice cream with him to be better than staying at this party with all of your friends. he keeps it together just until u two escape the party and are on your way to the ice cream parlor.

you see him with his eyes welling up, smiling at the ground. you ask him what’s wrong ever so gently, and he just shakes his head. he didn’t want you to worry. he manages to quietly whisper that he feels loved.

words of affirmation - karasu

karasu is a chatterbox. he loves telling you about the show he’s been watching, or something funny otoya told him or about what he ate earlier, or how he wants to take a nap, or how your ass looks great in those jeans, or his dream to volunteer at a shelter… you get the idea. the boy just loves talking. and when he’s not talking, he’s secretly humming to himself, or sneezing obnoxiously loud, or singing the same song he’s been singing for weeks.

don’t get him wrong, he loves to hear your voice! which is why he gives you as much possibilities as he can to hear you respond back to him. he loves to pick at your brain. sometimes he wishes he could live inside your brain because he just finds you so fascinating.

he’s a sweet talker too. when he forgets about your scheduled nightly movie time, (also filled with a lot of chatting), he knows just how to apologize. you can never stay mad at your angel for too long. or so he tells you.

physical touch - aiku

aiku is a bit of a weirdo, you’ve learned. he talks in his sleep and sometimes just says strange things to get a reaction out of you. his current obsession is playing truth or dare with you, but just daring you to hug him. or kiss him on the cheek. or hold his hand. you try to tell him that you’re dating and you can do that anytime, but he’s not one to listen. he just keeps on doing it.

eventually you ask him why he does that and he just tells you that he likes it when you touch him. you give him a playful shove and tell him that he’s being gross, but he tells you that he doesn’t necessarily mean it in a sexual manner. he just loves the feeling of your skin on his. and all the sudden it just makes sense.

when he rubs your arms in 90 degree weather, whenever he reaches for your hands under the table, and whenever he scratches your legs as he stares at the tv. aiku just loves to feel you. and he hopes that you love to feel him just the same.

gift giving - kaiser

even though kaiser hates receiving gifts, he loves spoiling you with extravagant gifts. he is a generous king, and what kind of boyfriend would he be if his s/o wasn’t constantly dressed to the nines and happy? kaiser takes pleasure in excelling in everything he does.

he loves buying you jewelry, and designer goods. he loves whenever you gain relationship weight. you really are his baby and he takes pride in getting his baby all the food they deserve. he wants for you to get all the high class experiences he never got. he loves it when you come to his games, but don’t let him hear you bought the tickets yourself. it makes him sad because why don’t you think he can provide for you? you should expect better and more from him.

kaiser finds it difficult to tell you how much his heart beats for you, or caressing you whenever he thinks you look beautiful. the best he can do is leave the dress that his love has been raving about on their bed, waiting in anticipation for you to come see it. and when you kiss him all over in gratitude, kaiser smiles. because he knows that despite his shortcomings, you can feel how he feels for you.

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GramoThanks for writing my request earlier about the dead twin, I really liked it!

Could you do a part 2? add more characters, how would you treat the twin who is alive??

Your writing was pretty good even though it's short, It was wonderful to read. Thanks

The Shadow That You Left Behind – Part 2

Synopsis: Your twin never asked for this. Never asked to be a walking, breathing reminder of what was lost. But to these men, he is the last piece of you left in this world. And they will do whatever it takes to keep it close. Pairings: [Separate] Yandere Diluc, Dainsleif, Zhongli, Alhaitham, Childe, Neuvillette, & Wriothesley x Dead Reader’s Twin

Diluc- A Flickering Flame

Diluc isn’t cruel to your twin.

Not outwardly, at least.

If anything, he treats him with distant politeness, maintaining a careful balance between acknowledgment and avoidance. He never raises his voice, never pushes him away—but the silence that stretches between them is thick with something unspoken.

It takes a while for your twin to notice how meticulous Diluc is. How every conversation drifts back to you, how he carefully controls his surroundings—offering him tea in your favourite cup, leaving out books you once loved, even playing the same melodies on the piano that used to echo through the halls of Dawn Winery.

"You remind me of them," Diluc murmurs one evening, his voice steady, but his grip on his wine glass white-knuckled.

Your brother tenses. "I know."

A quiet hum. "But not enough."

The weight of his words lingers.

Your twin knows he should leave. Knows he shouldn’t accept the invitation to stay at Dawn Winery, shouldn’t let the guilt of your absence tether him to this place.

But he does.

Because Diluc offers warmth, offers remembrance, and your twin feels like he owes it to you to keep your memory alive.

And Diluc?

Diluc watches him carefully, knowing full well that guilt is the perfect chain to bind someone.

After all, he won’t lose you twice.

Dainsleif- A Curse to Carry

Dainsleif does not speak to your twin.

Not directly. Not unless he has to.

But he watches.

Your twin feels it constantly—the weight of that cold, piercing stare. There is no comfort, no acknowledgment. Only the slow realization that Dainsleif doesn’t see him as a person.

He sees him as an echo.

One that doesn’t quite sound the same.

"You are not them," Dainsleif says one day, voice hollow.

Your brother swallows. "I know."

Dainsleif’s gaze doesn’t waver. "Then stop pretending to be."

Your twin recoils, offended. "I’m not pretending."

Dainsleif tilts his head slightly, considering. "No, I suppose not." A long pause. "But you’re still here."

As if that was something unforgivable.

It’s maddening—the way he speaks as though your twin is at fault, as though existing in your absence is a crime.

But what’s worse?

Your twin can’t shake the feeling that Dainsleif is waiting.

For what? He doesn’t know.

But something tells him he won’t like the answer.

Zhongli- Collector of Memories

Zhongli is kind.

Too kind.

It unsettles your twin how gentle he is, how warm his voice sounds when he asks about childhood memories, about things only you would know.

"Tell me," Zhongli muses over tea, "did they ever speak of me?"

Your brother hesitates. "Yes."

A slow smile. "And?"

Your twin shifts uncomfortably. He doesn’t like this. Doesn’t like how Zhongli always steers the conversation back to you, how he never seems particularly interested in who your twin is as a person.

Just in what you left behind.

"You don't have to force yourself to remember," Zhongli soothes. "I will remember for you."

Your twin knows, then, that he isn’t here because Zhongli values him.

He’s here because Zhongli refuses to let your memory fade.

And if that means keeping your twin as a living relic?

So be it.

Alhaitham- A Living Archive

Alhaitham isn’t sentimental.

But he is meticulous.

Your twin quickly realizes that he’s being studied. Every mannerism, every slip of the tongue, every insignificant habit—Alhaitham commits it to memory, comparing it against the ghost of what you used to be.

"Your speech patterns are different," Alhaitham notes one day.

Your twin scowls. "Because I’m not them."

A slight smirk. "Obviously. If you were, we wouldn’t be having this conversation."

Your brother hates this. Hates feeling like a subject under a scholar’s gaze. But Alhaitham is relentless, collecting every last scrap of you from him.

Until one day, your twin realizes something.

Alhaitham never calls him by name.

Only ever refers to him as their twin.

And that’s when the cold truth settles in:

Alhaitham doesn’t care about who he is.

He only cares about what he can extract from him.

Childe- A Wolf in Waiting

Unlike the others, Childe likes your twin.

Or rather—he likes that your twin is still around.

"Hey, hey!" Childe grins, throwing an arm around him. "Don’t look so gloomy! You’ve still got me, yeah?"

Your brother stiffens. "I don’t even know you."

Childe just laughs. "Oh, but I knew them. And that’s close enough, right?"

It isn’t.

But Childe doesn’t care.

"You know," Childe hums, twirling a dagger between his fingers, "I never got to say goodbye properly."

Your twin swallows. "That’s not my problem."

Childe grins. "No, but you are my solution."

Your brother is starting to realize—he might never be able to leave.

Neuvillette- A Silent Judge

Neuvillette is quiet.

Too quiet.

Your twin never knows what he’s thinking, never knows how he truly feels. The only indication that something lingers beneath that composed surface is the way the rain never stops when they speak.

"You do not resemble them," Neuvillette remarks one day.

Your twin exhales in relief. "Finally. Someone who understands."

A pause.

Then—

"That was not a compliment."

Your brother freezes.

Neuvillette’s expression remains unreadable, but his voice carries something heavy—something unsettled.

"It is unfair," he continues, "that you are here, and they are not."

Your twin doesn’t respond. He doesn’t know how to respond.

And for the first time, standing before Neuvillette as the rain pours around them, he wonders if he will ever truly be free from your shadow.

Wriothesley- A Wolf in Chains

Wriothesley doesn’t see your twin as an echo.

He sees him as a replacement.

"Well," Wriothesley leans back, watching him with an unreadable expression. "This is ironic, isn’t it?"

Your twin glares. "I don’t see how."

Wriothesley smirks. "You’ve spent your whole life standing in their shadow. Now? You’re all that’s left."

Your brother hates the way Wriothesley toys with him. Hates the way he’s always one step ahead, always setting the pace—offering kindness laced with something dangerous.

"You’ll learn to stay here," Wriothesley says one evening, voice low and assured. "With me."

Your twin bristles. "You can’t force me to stay."

A slow, knowing chuckle.

"You’d be surprised what I can do."

[mel0-dy]

Ran Haitani / ft. Rindou / angst

"How can you return as if nothing really happened?" Ran mumbled, gritting his teeth while he saw you again transfer back to the same high school you went through. He saw you again, he can't believe his eyes. You, walking in the same manner you used to. He can only see your back, Ran was too stunned he saw you again after you just disappeared.

"Hey, Rin..am I high, or is that her?" he mumbled to himself and didn't even realize he nudged his drink to his younger brother's arm. "Huh? whaddya talking about?" Rindou then gasped and walked in front of Ran. "Oi! Oi! Ran," he groaned, almost a scolding tone to his older brother. "Come on, move on already," he whispered, not to drag attention to anyone who might have been eavesdropping. Not that Ran care but he just roll his eyes and sigh, "as if I am missing here..move, look" but when Ran looked again you were nothing on his sight. "Dammit, Rin! you got her away!" I hiss a bit and move more and look side by side, a panic a bit creeping in. But all Ran could hear was a sigh from Rindou, "I told you to take it easy, you drink too much..come on." Rindou can just facepalmed himself, he was used to this. "No, no..but this time this is real Rindou. She was there. I'm not just hallucinating," Ran replied tiredly.

Rindou just want to slap reality to Ran for himself but ofc he wouldnt. "Ran, we have school ya know?" "Since when did you even care for not skipping school?" Ran just became more annoyed at this point. Rindou just put his hands on his waist, "then what we will do if she came back?" his brows furrowed. "Shut up-" Ran got interrupted, "Oh don't talk shit, I won't take the risk loosing my brother's head just because a girl broke up with him and went out from the blue." Ran's eyes narrow a bit and lean, speaking in a bit careful voice, "Rindou..you know how important this is for me. I'll get her back- No, I'll make her mine again. You hear me?" he mumbled. Rindou wasn't intimidad even a least. He just sighed, "bullshit fine, as if I can stop you anyways you psycho. Just be careful..I know you really loved her." With that Ran even feel a little bit of ease and smile. He put his hand to his brother's shoulder, "glad I could talk sense to ya, come on let's go" Ran just gave a smile. Who knows how he'll approach you again.