#I'm running on passion drive and a desire to DRAW

[gl1tchr]

Your art is amazing and so cute! Do you have any drawing/anatomy tips you’re willing to share?

Oh man I don't know if I'm in any position to give ANATOMY tips specifically hgfdkh I feel I still have a LOT to learn in that regard!! I have a degree in Graphic Design but tbh a lot of those classes were based in - well graphic design and didn't cover a ton of drawing/illustration stuff, so much of what I know is self-taught!

I'd say just in general, draw as much as possible. Even if it didn't turn out exactly the way you want. I'm gonna post some Cringe Art of mine to show some examples

I Did not like how these turned out in the end. BUT they were requests from my Strawpage and this was super early on in me posting on twitter n gaining a little following, so I just pushed on, finished them, and posted them. Not letting myself get Obsessed with one drawing and making sure it turned out "perfect" helped me to just KEEP drawing, which sharpened my skills and gave me WAY more muscle memory! I used to have to check other drawings of Arkham Ed to make sure I was drawing him right, but now I could pop out an Origins, City, or Knight Riddler with one hand behind my back because I've drawn him. So many times now ghksfh

and I think this general advice applies to technical skills like anatomy, lighting, etc. too! The more you just force yourself to draw that janky hand and keep it moving, you'll learn what you DON'T want things to look like, and eventually you'll kind of Teach Yourself the way it's supposed to look. At least for you in your art style!!

AND OFC THANK YOU SM FOR THE COMPLIMENT YOU ARE TOO SWEET

[ghsface]

Passager Princess - Matt Sturniolo

Sumary: On a lonely road, a simple caress from Matt ignites the desire between them.

Warnings: smut +18 orgasm denial, sexual tension, explicit content, use of fingers, semi public sex, unprotected sex (don't do it), softdom!matt x fem!reader, I don't think I've forgotten anything, if I do, let me know.

A/n: Ok I don't know what this is, I was bored and started writing so, tbh I don't know if this is good enough but I wanted to post it, my first language is not English and I'm sorry if there are things that are not understood or words are misspelled.

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Driving silently on an empty road, Matt kept one hand on the wheel and the other gently dropped on your thigh. The unexpected touch made you shiver, and a slight heat began to spread through your body as you felt his warm palm on your skin.

He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, a barely perceptible smile appearing on his lips as he noticed your reaction. His thumb began to draw small circles, each one going a little higher up your thigh, teasing you in a way that made your breathing become faster and faster.

“Do you like it?” he asked in a low tone, still looking at the road.

You nodded, unable to respond with words as he continued to increase the intensity of his caresses. His fingers traveled to the inside of your thigh, making a shiver run through your body and, without realizing it, you began to lean into him, letting anticipation fill the space between you.

With a knowing look, he slowed down and, in one confident move, stopped the car on the shoulder of the road. Without saying a word, he looked into your eyes, the intensity in his eyes speaking more than a thousand words, and you felt your cheeks burn as you noticed his gaze fixed on you.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he said in a husky voice, leaning in to kiss you deeply, while his hand slid gently down your neck and then your waist, pulling you even closer to him in the seat.

As you both lost yourselves in the kiss, his hands traveled down your body, making you sit on his lap, each touch seeming to turn you on even more, and the small space of the car made everything feel more intimate, more forbidden. In the front seat, feeling completely caught up in his embrace and the heat of the moment, you surrendered to his every move, letting yourself be carried away by the intensity of the passion you both shared.

The kiss deepened quickly, filling the air in the car with a mix of desire and urgency. He grabbed you by the waist and gently pushed you back, making your back rest against the seat.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this here,” you whispered, feeling the adrenaline rush through every part of you, knowing you might get caught.

He smiled, his intense gaze drifting to your lips before meeting your eyes again.

“Sometimes the forbidden is the most exciting, love,” he replied, his deep voice laced with desire.

While his hand still rested on your thigh, he began to press a little harder, bringing his hand closer to your crotch. Anticipation made you hold your breath. He leaned forward, moving closer to you, his breath warm against your face.

“You like it?” he asked, his tone hinting that he already knew the answer.

“Yes, Matt, yes,” you replied, almost in a whisper, letting yourself get carried away by the emotion of the moment.

He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, his hand still resting on your thigh. With a slow, deliberate movement, he slid his hand up, feeling the softness of your skin under his touch.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his deep voice echoing inside the vehicle.

You shivered at his possessive tone. Each word was a reminder of what was to come. When his hand stopped at the hem of your skirt, your heartbeat quickened again.

His hand slid beneath the fabric, feeling the warmth of your skin. Excitement washed over you at the feel of his touch, and you couldn’t help but close your eyes as a wave of pleasure ran through your body again.

“I want you to feel everything,” he said as he began to caress your crotch, his fingers pressing right where you wanted him most.

The combination of his voice and his movements made you moan softly. Each brush was electric, and as he continued, your body responded to his touch, pushing your hips forward in search of more.

“Keep your hands on the seat,” he commanded dominantly, his gaze fixed on the road, but knowing he had your full attention.

You obeyed, holding on to the seat as he increased the intensity of his caresses. Your legs spread a little wider, allowing him better access, and he smiled as he noticed your surrender.

“That’s how I like it,” he said, his voice full of satisfaction. “You’re so obedient.”

As his hand moved confidently, his fingers found the exact spot that made you lose track of time. You let yourself go with the sensation, feeling the pressure build inside you. Every touch, every caress, was a game between dominance and pleasure.

“Do you like this?” he asked, his tone playful as he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Yes… a lot,” you replied, feeling the need growing inside you.

“I want to hear you say it,” he insisted, his voice now lower and deeper.

“I love it when you fuck me with your fingers, matt,” you confessed, feeling your cheeks burn.

In response, he pressed more firmly, his fingers moving in a rhythm that made you lose control. The combination of his dominance and your submission created an atmosphere charged with desire.

The pleasure built up, and when he sensed you were close to the edge, he suddenly stopped his movement. Frustration built up in your chest.

“No… please don’t stop,” you pleaded, your eyes filled with need.

“Don’t worry, my love.” I just wanted to make sure you were ready,” he said, a playful smile on his face as he began to unbutton his pants.

You nodded, feeling the need intensify. He smiled, a satisfied expression on his face as he positioned himself in front of you.

As he did, the air grew even thicker with anticipation. As he moved, you felt your body respond to every little change. When he finally got close, his eyes were shining with desire.

In one swift movement, he positioned himself, letting the tension between the two of you reach its peak. He held you tightly, his hands keeping you firm in the seat as he began to move inside you, filling you completely.

With a firm touch, he began to slowly penetrate you, feeling your body adapt to his size. The sensation was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and a slight pain that only intensified the desire.

“That’s right,” he whispered, as he pushed deeper, his voice full of control.

The movements were passionate, intense. He controlled the rhythm, pushing in and out with a force that made your body respond instantly to each thrust. Your moans mixed with the music of the night as you let yourself be carried away by the wave of pleasure that enveloped everything.

The thrusts became deeper, and each movement made the pleasure build up inside you. The combination of his strength and your submission created a symphony of sensations, and you let yourself go.

“Do you like it, darling?” he asked, his penetrating gaze full of desire.

“Yes… I love it,” you answered, each word full of need as you felt him move faster, hitting your most sensitive spots.

He picked up speed, his movements firm and controlled. You could feel each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body, bringing you closer to that climax you so craved.

“Give me more,” you pleaded, feeling the pressure build in your abdomen.

Smirking, he leaned forward, his body pressing hard into you, bringing you to a state of ecstasy. His lips found yours, and as you kissed, the intensity increased, each thrust becoming deeper, more desperate.

The sound of your bodies rubbing together filled the car, and your body responded to his rhythm. You gave yourself over completely to the sensation, feeling everything intensify until, with one last thrust, you were both brought to climax, a torrent of pleasure that completely engulfed you.

He stayed a few more moments, enjoying the warmth of your body before slowly backing away, making sure you were okay before pulling away.

“You’re amazing,” he said, his voice low and filled with admiration as he looked at you tenderly.

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[lovecuprite]

Kinktober Day 20 - Breath play with Suguru Geto

contains: nsfw content: (mdni), pnv (unprotected), creampie, breath play

₊‧ for more kinktober here - wc: 1.3k

a/n: guys i actually managed to write something short & without plot, i find that hard to do but i'm behind soo...also this is the worst thing i've ever written, normal standard will be back hopefully soon. (praying no mutuals see this because i cannot with this one)

Suguru's fingers wrap around your throat, pressing down firmly with a tenderness that runs down your spine. It intoxicates you to feel his hold of you, the quickening of your heartbeat beneath his fingertips. With each thrust he tightens just enough that your breath catches, creating a tension that raises your arousal.

You're poised on the brink, the world reduced to the two of you. Each time he closes off your air, your senses heighten; colours appear brighter, sounds louder. You gasp as he cuts off your air again briefly, a burning need for oxygen sets in through your lungs. Each time he loosens his hold, a flood of air rushes in, at the same time a wave of pleasure washes over you.

You lean into him, hands bracing on his chest as you grind against him, taking him deeper. Your walls hug his cock in a perfect hold and every move fuels the desire building inside. He tightens his hold on your throat slightly, cutting off the air for a few seconds before letting you go. You gasp and moan in a wanton display, the oxygen deprivation increasing every sensation, each pulse of pleasure.

You ride Suguru mercilessly, lost in the haze of passion, wringing every drop of pleasure from his body. His cock fills you completely, hitting all the right spots, urging you to let go completely.

"That's it, take it all," Suguru growls, his hips snapping up to meet your downward slams. "God-look at you-"

The mix of vulnerability and submission courses through your body with a thrill, deeper into this intoxicating moment. You're caught in between the sensations, craving both the pressure of his hand and the release after.

And each time he draws you back from the precipice, that electric thrill which courses through you makes every instant heady with desire and danger, pushing you further.

The longing between the two of you is palpable, the pent-up energy thrumming with each thrust. Suguru's fingers remain wrapped around your throat, constant reminders of his dominance, as you feel your body shamelessly responding to every touch. With every upward thrust, he deepens his control, taking you into the rhythm that's both exhilarating and intoxicating.

The pleasure rises inside of you with every bounce on his cock. Suguru's hold tightens, constricting just enough for stars to dance across your vision and blur the edges of ecstasy into surrender. Every second of breathlessness focuses your senses; everything outside recedes, and all that exists is him and the intoxicating pressure that wraps around you.

"Feel that?" Suguru growls his low, gravelly voice, the words wrapping around you like a warm blanket. "All mine- You're all mine." His words whisper in your ear, fire igniting within your belly. You nod breathlessly; the thrum of submission melding with intoxicating pleasure as his cock fills you completely.

As you lean forward, pressing your chest against him, he loosens his grip slightly-just enough for you to take a breath-and you inhale sharply, the lingering spice of arousal dancing on your tongue. It fuels you, driving you onward-faster, harder-revelling in the delicious blend of pleasure and danger. You can feel your orgasm building, a sweet tension coiling tighter within you, waiting for the right moment to snap.

Suguru's hips buck upwards with raw intensity, moving to the rhythm you set for him. His fingers dance along your throat in a tender, loving way. And every time he shuts off your air, your body surges with a wave of adrenaline, sending electric jolts from head to toe, making you breathless, wanting even more.

"Please," you gasp, your need barely intelligible, but he knows-he always knows. His eyes sparkle in that playful manner that belies his control and your vulnerability, furthering the intoxicating dance.

"Please what?" he teases, his grip tightening once more. "Tell me how much you need it."

The words catch in your throat, but you manage to gasp, "I need you- I need to come." The confession tumbles out, and Suguru's eyes darken with satisfaction. He releases his hold, and a gush of air fills your lungs. mingling with the pleasure already rising in your body.

"Good girl," he whispers in a voice husky and gruff, shoving you closer to the brink. The praise sends a shiver down your spine as you quicken your pace.

The world around you spins, a blur of colour and sensation with every thrust and the feel of his hand firm around your throat. With each movement, waves of pleasure fire within you, fireworks going off behind your closed eyes. His hold keeps you steady as he draws you deeper into the delicate balance of power and surrender where everything feels right.

The mix of desire and danger courses through you, each wave pulling you closer to the edge. And you let go, lost in a whirlwind of sensations, the world fading, narrowing down to just you and Suguru-nothing else matters but this.

His voice is low in your ear, "Come for me, pretty girl. Let go." It was both a command and a promise, urging you to let go.

Your breath comes in jagged intakes, shortened with each tight press of his hand on your throat. The pleasure inside you builds, spiralling tighter with every passing moment, threatening to snap.

Suguru's grip tightens, his fingers pressing just enough. That and the steady rhythm of his movements push you right to the edge-balancing between control and release.

With one final deep thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you. His body shudders hard as he finds his release. The warmth of his cum floods through you, and it's all you need to tip over the edge. Pleasure hits you in waves as you cling to him, your body shaky as you’re overwhelmed by the intensity.

As the aftershocks begin to subside, he releases his grip on your throat entirely to let you breathe deep and gratefully. The air rushes in as the world swims slowly back into focus. The cool air is refreshing, contrasting to the heat of his body that still surrounds you, anchoring you to the moment with him.

You inhale against his neck, the smell of him overwhelming your senses as well as the scent of sex still lingering in the air, as the moment drifts into a quiet, serene afterglow.

Suguru lifts his head as his eyes lock onto yours-an intensity that sends your heart fluttering. Purple eyes glinting as he smiles at you. It’s a satisfied smile as he enjoys the stillness, savouring this connection with you.

The faint, steady pulse of him inside you is a reminder that you’re still connected. 

"My good girl," he says softly, his thumb grazing your cheek with a delicacy so sharp in contrast to his demeanour only a few moments before. The words leave a shiver running down your spine, a flicker of lingering desire sparkling in you as you slowly spiral down from your high.

"Did you enjoy that?" he asks, his lips lifting in a smirk, his tone laced with playfulness. His hand remains on your body, tracing up your sides and along your curves as if he were trying to commit them to memory.

"More than I can tell," you whisper, your voice hoarse yet sincere, still wrapped in the vulnerability of it all.

"Good." His expression gentles in approval, and he draws you closer, wrapping you in the warmth of his body. "I love you."

Your heart swells at his words, "I love you too," you say softly as you bury your face against Suguru once again, basking in the love you two share.

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[bakugoushotwife]

kinktober day one: daddy kink

>>> welcome to the start of kinktober 2023 with ya girl, kylee. i'm so excited to participate this year, with the following that i have, the friends i've made, and the stories we've all worked on so far. i'm so proud of every writer putting in that work this month!

>>> starring: kento nanami x curvy!fem!reader >>> cw: daddy kink-obviously-breeding kink, choking, clit stimulation, marking/ biting mention. creampie, nanami is such a whipped man it's borderline concerning, luv him 5ever >>>wc: 1.6k >>> event masterlist

the air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, making you gasp out and struggle for breath. or it was due to the thick hand wrapped around your neck, strong and steady against your jumping pulse. he wasn’t like this often, so pent up with need and frustration that kento can’t help but rut into you like he was told he’d never get the chance to again.  his tanned chest heaves with breath, beads of sweat running in and out of the divots of his body. he looks so stunning like this, the honey blond tresses that you love to tug on so much sprawl in every direction, brown eyes zeroed in on every tick of your brow or ‘o’ of your mouth. his gaze was intense, and even if you wanted to look away, you couldn’t. not with his hand on your throat and every ounce of passion in his body driving into your cunt as hard as he can slam in. 

“you take me so well, darling.” he coos, pulling his hand from your neck in favor of pushing your thighs to your chest. he wanted to get a better angle, smiling to himself with a genuine pride as he watches your pretty pink hole swallow his fat cock, silken walls squeezing down on his lengthy shaft everytime it kisses your womb. he can’t help but draw well-timed circles across your clit, relishing the sweet gasps and moans you cry out with. your hands claw at his shoulders to demand him closer to you, and he hisses pleasantly at the sensation. 

“it’s ‘cause you’re made for me, daddy.” you whimper sweetly in his ear, and he’s almost embarrassed at how your saccharine whisper makes his dick jump, his brutal strokes stuttering a bit. your nails dig into his skin and your pussy clenches down on him again as you say it, and he kicks his pace up impossibly faster. his cock is perfect, hitting every spot just right, his girth stretching you every time, usually abusing your cervix like it is now. 

it was no secret he loved that name. loved it to such an extent that you called him that more often than his real name or any other pet name one would traditionally use for their husband–and it started way before you tied the knot. kento nanami hadn’t ever particularly felt special before in his entire life. not even amongst sorcerers. he thought his cursed technique was decent at best, and hated seeing talented sorcerers like satoru gojo walk around without a care in the world. nanami never felt like he had a role in life, settling to just live and work his life away. he would go home and watch shows or cook or maybe get into music–something mindless and low effort. maybe one day he would meet some average lady, probably at a market or bookstore if he had to say. then he would marry that girl and be happy enough. maybe even have a couple of kids while he works at that same job and does his best to stay out of trouble no matter the part of his rebel soul that desires to be known, to be important–necessary. 

so when he met you, the very personification of trouble, by happenstance, he knew his worldview had changed. you were a light he had never seen before, exquisite beauty paired with a bewitching personality and dangerous wit, he was in love with you before he had gotten your name. it was so utterly unlike him, such a logician and pessimist. he didn’t even know how you had wandered in, this location was veiled to non-sorcerers, but kento knew by the looks of you that you weren’t supposed to be there. so he’s surprised when he finds himself protecting you, knowing such a little thing like yourself had somehow bypassed the veil had him worried about you, and as much as he tried to tell himself he would be this concerned for any regular citizen that had wandered into a cursed trap, he knows it’s because he wants to be your hero, and he wants to matter in your story, maybe even become part of it himself. and you’re sweet. so darling he can’t even comprehend how quickly he’s become entranced by you. you talk to him through the entire mission, unable to see the cursed spirits yourself, you can only follow the tall man’s instructions, and clap whenever he waved you back to his side and straightened his patterned tie. 

he thought it was adorable, and even though you had no idea what he was doing, quite literally watching him slash through air with nothing but the foreboding sense of evil confirming the things the man named kento nanami told you about citizens and sorcerers and cursed energy and spirits. you praised him after, thanking him for keeping you safe. you bat your eyelashes at him, the affection in your eyes hard to miss. it was as if you thought the world of him, and it put a paralyzing grip on his heart. he had to see you again, and luckily you tucked your phone into the palm of his hand and smiled that same sun-moon-and-stars smile at him before he summoned the courage to ask for it himself. he programs his contact into your phone, but just the number. he hands it back to you, still on the contact page. you giggle and under the guise of flirtatious joking, put him in as ‘baby daddy.’ 

yeah, you were certainly a bundle of trouble. but kento took pleasure in undoing you layer by layer, getting to know you and growing his love for you day by day. the ‘joke’ of calling him daddy became a very real theme inside and outside the bedroom–only paused when in public. he finally had a role in life, the way you shower him in affection and lull that name off your lips is enough to make him feel whole, like every transgression he had experienced up to this point was a destination on the journey to be your perfect man, someone you put all your trust and love into. he felt like the most important man in the world, being by your side was the greatest reward a man like him could ask for. he had more than he had hoped for, but there was still a few goals left on his list, like seeing himself become your real baby daddy. 

with the way your tits bounce as he fucks into you, cunt squelching and leaking all over the sheets, he thinks this is the perfect time to really try. your sultry babblings of his name prickle goosebumps into his flesh–either that or it’s from your nails raking over his chest to pinch his overly sensitive nipples. his cock twitches against your spongy spot again, and a loud moan tears from your throat. he doesn’t repress the grunt that comes in response, nodding his head to the words that had been on repeat since you said them. “it’s ‘cause you’re made for me, daddy.” 

“that’s my girl, are you ready to be my little baby mama? tell daddy what you want, angel.” he says, withdrawing from your gripping walls  and slamming back in so hard your vision danced with colored orbs, mouth unable to form the words you so desperately wanted to say to him. you nod, feeling trails of saliva slide down your chin, drooling as he brutalizes your cunt. “use your words, darling, daddy needs to hear what you need.” 

“i’m ready daddy, please–god, wanna make you a daddy for real, i’ll give you the prettiest family, i swear!” you cry, the rate at which you spasm around him and claw at his chest tells him that you’re gonna cum again, for maybe the fifth time tonight. you’re so lewd; the sounds you make and the pretty white ring being smeared around by your pussy lips swallowing the adornement back up again and the way your doll-like hands fondle your tits all combining perilously to tip him over the edge.

“i know you are, love. i know, i’ll make sure of it, you know daddy’s got you.” he coos, planting his lips along your neck, going back over dark bruises and teeth marks from the night of passion. then  his balls tighten and his release spurts into you in long bursts, and he feels your pussy throbs and let a stream of cum spray from your cunt, coating his abs in more of your essence then he had ever had the pleasure of before. his smile is wolf-like, his cock still plugging you full. he wants to take you up on it, breeding you to be your baby daddy once and for all. you’re fucked out of your mind, legs twitching with pleasure as you continue to whine and catch your breath. he watches you, everything about your post-orgasm glow making his heart swell as always. you were effortlessly perfect, it was maddening. 

he keeps your hole stopped up until his dick softens, and even then he’s pulling your panties back up, kissing your clit over the bundle. he quickly cleans his stomach up and changes the sheets around you, picking you up when need be. he’s still grinning ear to ear from making you cum like that, so many times and so violently. you’re absolute mush, and because he’s such a good daddy, he’ll spend the rest of the night taking care of his baby girl.

[rxqueenotd]

The Verdict- Chapter Five

Pairing: Vincent Renzi x OFC

Warnings: sexual content, NSFW‼️

A/N: I heard your pleas and decided not to leave everyone hanging for days on end with the cliff hanger from the last chapter. Also there’s been some requests for an angry French/American/Leah/Vincent baby and though that’s not the direction I planned on going in, it’s very enticing.

Their first kiss was deep and passionate, a stark contrast to the urgency with which he helped her remove her jeans and underwear, maintaining contact with her skin. Trailing his lips down her collarbones and the valley between her breasts, he nipped at her tank top while his skilled fingers danced across her mound.

"Let me in," he whispered against her cheek, then captured her lips in a deep kiss. "Spread your legs and let me in."

With those words, she opened herself up, allowing him to run a finger through her silken folds.

"You're soaked," he observed, meeting her gaze as he licked her slick off his finger.

"Fuck me," Leah exhaled, her voice filled with desire. "Bed."

Vincent shook his head, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

"Right here," he declared, swiftly removing his shirt as Leah fumbled with his belt. "Bed later.”

"Yeah?" Leah murmured, her breath hitching. "Later?"

“Later,” Vincent hiked her up against the wall by the backs of her thighs, “Tomorrow. The next day after that.”

In the narrow corridor between the bathroom and the bedroom, a newfound intensity surged between them, igniting a raw passion. He swiftly tugged down her tank top, exposing her breasts to him like a pair of precious offerings.

His control slipped away in the most delicious manner, his hands grasping and pulling at her, the taste of heavenly honey lingering on his fingertips and tongue.

With deliberate slowness, he pressed into her, her cunt enveloping him like a velvety vice, drawing him in gradually. Rolling his hips against hers, he pressed her against the wall, savoring the moment. He moaned against the soft skin of her neck, his body devoid of movement.

She had envisioned this scenario countless times, but the reality surpassed all expectations. Despite the inviting comfort of his bed only a few feet away bathed in gentle downy linens, their passion unfolded against the wall in a torrential downpour of desire, unlike anything Leah had ever imagined.

When he finally moved, fucking into Leah with form and precision, primal sounds escaped them both, echoing within the small space, encircling them. Their connection mingled unbridled passion with tender surrender. It wasn't until Leah followed his gaze downward, watching closely as he moved in and out of her cunt like a forbidden symphony, that she began to lose herself.

Locked in a gaze, Leah let out wanton moan. Vincent captured it with his mouth, his tongue entwining with hers.

"I'm going to cum," Leah managed to gasp, but Vincent persisted with unwavering intensity, his deep, firm strokes driving her towards release. As she surrendered, her head bowed, but Vincent swiftly lifted it with a gentle touch, his finger tracing the curve of her jaw, his thumb caressing her cheek. He watched her with reverence, as if she were a sacred relic, as if he could kneel in worship at her feet at that very moment.

"Beautiful," he murmured as Leah met his gaze.

He pressed against her in a staccato rhythm, his breathing growing ragged. Leah tilted her head to the side, observing him as he rutted against her neck. His eyes searched hers with a wild intensity before closing in ecstasy, his face scrunching, a grunt falling from his lips. She felt his release, a smile playing on his lips as his hips stilled.

Silently, Vincent carried her to the bed, gently lowering her as he positioned himself above her.

He chuckled, prompting her to playfully bury her face in her hands. As she attempted to shift position, he halted her movement.

"I, for one, am grateful for the black cat that crossed my path," he remarked with a smile, a nod to Sandra's earlier comparison and the unexpected turn of fortune she had brought into his life.

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Leah, wrapped in a robe and fresh from the shower, rejoined Vincent in the bedroom. He sat there, shirtless, leaning against the headboard, savoring the aftermath of their intimacy.

"I didn’t manipulate you into revealing your truths through sex, Vincent," Leah stated as she settled at the foot of the bed, crossing her legs. "I never expected our conversation to lead to... that."

"Are you saying that for my sake or yours?" Vincent teased, flashing Leah a playful smirk.

"Let me be honest," Leah paused, gathering her thoughts. "I don't regret what happened between us. I regret that it followed my jealousy taking control."

"So, you were jealous," Vincent observed, raising an eyebrow as he stubbed his cigarette in the nearby ashtray on the bedside table.

Leah shook her head. "I felt lied to, entangled in a messy love triangle involving you, Sandra, and a dead man."

"You felt jealous," Vincent insisted, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Maybe," Leah sighed. "But there's something here, isn't there?" She gestured between them. Awkward yet honest, Leah never shied away from expressing her thoughts, even if it took her a while to articulate them.

"There's something here," Vincent confirmed, easing Leah's uncertainties about the unspoken connection they shared—be it physical, emotional, or both.

"But there's also something between you and Sandra," Leah pressed, prompting Vincent to recount their history.

Vincent delved into his past with Sandra, recounting their chance meeting and subsequent encounters at a nearby café before her relationship with Samuel.

"Wait a second," Leah interjected, her brow furrowed in disbelief. "A few chance meetings at a café and you fell in love?"

Vincent paused, his gaze thoughtful. "It's not so simple. I became a part of her life. The café, late nights at bars, quiet corners of restaurants."

"Sandra brought Samuel into our café meetings one day," Vincent continued, recalling their growing bond and Sandra’s subsequent move to London. "Her communication was here and there once they moved, reaching out on her own terms."

Leah shook her head in reflection. "Now he's gone, and she's returned. And to add to the chaos, there's an intrusive American stirring the pot in your life."

"A welcome, jealous distraction," Vincent joked, his smile warm and teasing.

Leah shook her head, a playful glint in her eyes. "A black cat, a distraction. What will I be called next? A harbinger of death?"

Vincent chuckled, his hand reaching out to draw her closer. "I've been distracted since the day you stepped into my office. You could distract the sun from shining, you know?"

Leah's smile softened as she gazed at him, a flicker of uncertainty mingling with curiosity in her eyes, pondering the sincerity behind his words.

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"You not only manipulated this man into fucking you, but you let him get off in you?!" Kate's voice pierced through the phone, prompting Leah to quickly lower the volume in case any passerby overheard the heated conversation.

"It wasn't manipulation, Kate. I simply expressed what I had observed and felt," Leah defended herself, her tone resolute.

"No," Kate countered sharply, "you used your work and your supposed fear of 'unprofessionalism' to lure this man into bed."

"It was in the hallway, Kate," Leah clarified.

"Like it even fucking matters!" Kate's frustration rang out.

"You wanted me to fuck him, and I did. Now you're fixating on the details," Leah chuckled wryly as she turned onto the sidewalk, scanning for the pharmacy she sought. Stepping inside cautiously, she surveyed the store.

"Excusez-moi," Leah placed her phone on the counter in front of her, conversing with the pharmacist in hesitant French.

"I'm back," Leah announced to Kate, who picked up on the muffled voices and changing surroundings as Leah navigated her way back along the sidewalk towards Vincent's apartment.

"You suddenly speak French?" Kate's skepticism was evident in her voice.

"No," Leah laughed, "I rehearsed that in front of the mirror for two hours earlier. It's quite humbling to ask for Plan B in a language I don't know."

"The plot thickens. You'll be pregnant by the end of the month," Kate sighed.

Leah chuckled dryly, "Doubt it. Dr. Stevens is sending a prescription for the pill, which I can pick up next week."

"I suppose you'll be having Plan Bs for breakfast for the next week then, huh?" Kate's sarcasm crept into her question.

As Leah arrived at the apartment, she found Vincent poring over a legal folder at the kitchen table. With a quick goodbye to Kate, she ended the call.

"I was surprised you weren't here when I got back," Vincent remarked, looking up at Leah as she stood at the counter and opened the box.

"Sorry, I had to make a quick run to the pharmacy," she confessed, grabbing a cup and filling it with water. Swallowing the pill, she turned to find Vincent watching her intently from across the counter.

He picked up the box's torn packaging, his expression troubled. "I wouldn't have... you know, if I had known the risk." Vincent's gaze met Leah's, a hint of apology in his eyes.

Leah shook her head vigorously. "Let me be frank—I wanted you nowhere else but inside me." A mischievous smirk played on her lips as she met his gaze.

"Well, let me be frank— the thought of being there again has been on my mind all day," Vincent admitted, running his hand through his hair.

Leah chuckled softly. "Instead of being frank, how about you be Vincent and I'll be Leah?" Vincent approached her, pulling her closer. "Let's see where that takes us."

Vincent nodded, looking down at her, struck by the mystery of her presence in his life and grateful for the chance to have crossed paths with her.

Taglist: @weakling-grace

[cosmiclion]

An egg in the process of cracking 🥚

A design of younger Grell from my AU (she's about 20 here). I changed almost everything from her backstory since I first came up with this AU, notes (that I've been working on for months lol) under the cut.

(Also yes, I hid the hands behind the body because I didn't wanna draw them, don't mention it ☠️).

-Born in February 17th, 1863 in England, in this universe she's not a reaper but she's still not human.

-She's a werecat (I explored the concept for the first time in this post and I liked it so much that I ended up using it for my main AU). While werebeasts have a human form they are 100% nonhuman as the curse that turns someone into one fully alters their DNA. Adults are immune to the curse, which means if an adult gets bitten and survives they won't turn. However, cases of teenagers and younger surviving an attack aren't enough to properly determine up until which age a person can be affected. A child can also be born a werebeast as the curse can be passed to a fetus if a pregnant person gets bitten. The latter is Grell's case, as her mother got attacked during pregnancy.

-While she didn’t actually transform until her early teens, she did show feline traits from the beginning, such as a desire to hunt and chase small animals and moving objects, climbing trees or other structures, hiding in narrow spaces, etc.

-A homeschooled and pretty sheltered only child, with dead maternal grandparents, a dead father, an emotionally distant mother who eventually bailed on her and paternal grandparents who loved and spoiled her but didn’t really understand her on a deep level, Grell grew up angry and frustrated. She had always felt that something wasn't quite right with her, and when she slowly started to experiment to try to figure herself out she had no one to turn to. As a teenager she decided to just run away from home and leave everything behind. She knew she was leaving her grandparents to die alone but she didn’t care, she had never genuinely loved them anyway.

-She chose her own name AND surname, the first after a nickname her German grandparents often called her and the latter after a character from a book she liked.

-Struggles a lot with internalized misogyny thanks to a mix of her mother’s neglect and eventual abandonment and her grandparents only talking shit about said mother whenever they mentioned her, which greatly contributed to shape her views on motherhood and womanhood in general. Would love to have a child of her own but deep down that’s just because of her dysphoria, in reality she has very little patience for kids and is probably not the best parent material.

-Went through a phase of compulsive heterosexuality both when she thought she was a man and also after she realized she was a woman. Figuring out her orientation wasn’t any easier than figuring out her gender but she’s probably bi with a slight preference for men and masculinity in general.

-I still haven't come up with a story for what she does after leaving her home and before the main events, I only have some ideas. Like she's young when she goes out into the world, she's passionate and adventurous but also full of pent up anger. Also there's the small issue of her being a beast with a huge prey drive, being a trans girl in the middle of self discovery is harder when you're also learning about and trying to gain control of (or at least cope with) your literal wild side ☠️ I know that werebeasts' main driving force is hunger, and the longer they go without eating the more they revert back to a feral state. I'm tempted to make her go the serial killer route but in this case she doesn't have much control of her actions 🫢

-Her werecat form is based on a maine coon. When she first starts showing signs of therianthropy she doesn’t have much control of it, and transforming and becoming that big and rough looking makes her more dysphoric (even more so because “male” maine coons are bigger). Over time she starts accepting it and, as she discovers how powerful it makes her and all the things she can do with it and gains control of it, she fully embraces it as an important part of her.

-The only part of her feline form she cannot hide in human form are the teeth, no matter the form she takes she always has sharp fangs. This is a common trait of all werebeasts, some of them are self conscious about it and avoid smiling or opening their mouth at all while others are proud of it and will take any opportunity to flash their teeth at anyone (guess which one is Grell’s case lmao).

[yuseirra]

Mhm, please don't send me spoilers and ask me my opinions on them, it doesn't matter... the plot will go where the author intends to be and I have no power over it, Now I'm struggling to make things and I feel lost.. I feel like I could have drawn a couple more things but I don't feel the same way right now. it feels hollow to have lost the drive and immersion I have toward a series like this. I really like the things I choose to draw about, and I really feel and enjoy them and have passion, and have some conviction towards them. I actually BELIEVE in what I draw. My thoughts are that, you can't convince others of what you yourself aren't convinced about.

at the same time, my brain seems to be running on its own like some CPU that's on auto, I'm just sitting here and I get little sparks of ideas going, "What if it's this?" "doesn't this make sense if it's like this?" trying to make out how things are supposed to be-

-but my stance on every fandom I'm in, usually, is that it's the official take of things that matter in the end. No matter how I interpret things, I want to follow that. I'm very keen about how things really are. What I want to happen comes secondary, I respect how things are and I'm not really about.. making things that aren't there just because I want it to be that way. That's how I enjoy other people's work, so... I'm ready to take things if I'm wrong. It's sad to have my spark about things dwindle when it didn't have to be though!! I can't throw a tantrum because my ship isn't canon or something like that (and I'm.. still pretty convinced that I wouldn't be that off, but..;) but I really want my feelings to be back... it's not something I can just desire to have and obtain, it has to return to me. I need my feelings back.. maybe I'll reread some things ;v;) ahh!! what a comic!!

I know you're all so very kind to me and I've been so happy... If I get really off about things later, you don't have to tell me about it, okay?/// I'm prepared to take it all, very quietly. After all, I came in preparing myself for the worst when I hopped in because I know what I set my foot into- I was just that convinced, thinking "Oh... but this has to be it! I know what this is supposed to be!" It's not often that I feel so sure about something and so I had/I've been having a lot of fun!

[theartdaleterrier]

Do you have any tips or tutorials for drawing dogs? I've been trying to learn, but it just feels really intimidating and overwhelming, and I don't know where to even start 😥

Hello!

I don't have any tutorials, but I realise I really ought to - you actually sent this ask precisely when I was showing a new artist friend how fur/hair works in terms of movement and musculature. It is certainly something I would like to do and should do!

I do have some tips, though!

I have been drawing dogs for a REALLY long time - since I was a kid - but I have improved a lot in the last year or so, and most of that is because I have been actually interacting with dogs in real life.

Basic anatomy is very important. While different dog breeds look very different from the outside, they have the same underlying anatomy (with exceptions in terms of proportion). A lot of this comes from observation, but a lot comes from study of references, too. In terms of the former, I suggest going to a show (if you can) or even watching reruns of Westminster breed judging on YouTube - when you watch a breed like the Doberman or the Vizsla, breeds whose anatomy is readily visible (not covered by hair, fur, wrinkles, distracting patterns, etc.), you can outline the basics. To get those basics, references are fantastic! I attended a webinar put on by AKC breeder and judge Pat Trotter, and while I'm not a breeder, the information on canine structure has really improved my art. You can also find structural diagrams in most illustrated breed standards.

References are your friend. I know everyone says this but it is so true. I like to watch Westminster breed judging reruns on YouTube, slow the video down to 0.25, and watch how the dogs move, pause the video, and use those movement shots as references. Many breed clubs have a judge's education tab on their site that you can use to look at not only basic structure for the breed but the details specific to that breed - some are really in-depth, like the Neapolitan Mastiff presentation, and some leave a little to be desired, but it's a good start. I also look at win photos to get a good idea of what the breed SHOULD look like (take these with a grain of salt!) and use Pinterest for pose ideas and references.

Knowing the basics of anatomy, how the pieces fit together under the skin, and how those drive the dog's movement, is half the battle. How do the angles of the shoulder and the pelvis affect the dog's gait? How does the flexibility/looseness of joints affect how a dog moves? How does the shape of the feet affect how efficiently a dog can run, dig, etc? I will link a YouTube documentary here that I found very interesting and helpful.

Feel free to ask more questions as they come up - I'm sorry if this wasn't terribly helpful! A lot of things ARE very breed-specific - or, if you're drawing a dog you know, specific to the individual. But knowing the purpose of the dog, the underlying structure of the dog, and how this structure affects movement really lays the foundation for learning to draw different breeds and individuals!

Edit to add: if you CAN go to shows, you can get a lot of hands-on experience. Most people are super passionate about their dogs and their breed and I regularly ask random exhibitors if I can have a rundown on their breed's conformation, including a hands-on evaluation. That way, you can feel where the shoulders sit, how they're angled, and how they should reflect the pelvis. It's super informative and super helpful! Just remember proper etiquette (which I still have some trouble with... LOL)

[sinful-huntress]

Hades klaus and Persephone reader, he’s the gentle giant and their the chaotic gremlin. A damned soul is trying to beg for their life to the reader thinking they’re the merciful one. Only for them to whisper that the soul was begging to the wrong person.

Love the aesthetic, but we both know Klaus would never steal anyone... ever.

The Underworld felt so much emptier without his beloved Persephone, but Klaus knew you'd be back in a few months' time. Despite having lost track of said time, he continued about his duties tending to the lost and forgotten souls. Whether that be the long-lost plants, unfortunate animals, or the wayward human souls he had to judge for their lives on Earth. Klaus had plenty to occupy his time whilst he waited for his love.

Stepping out of a cloud of rose petals, you set a small suitcase down in the shared bedroom. It might be a few days early, but you needed to get your mind off things quickly. Lest Ares' latest attempt to steal you from Hades became more of something Zeus would pull.

"[Name]?" Klaus stood in the doorway, "Aren't you early? I could have sworn you weren't due to return for a few more--"

"Days?" You were a little surprised by the solemn head shaking, "It's roughly time for my visit Klaus. I know I'm a little early, but..."

Stopping to figure out how you wanted to say this, if you wanted to say this at all.

"I just needed to arrive a little early. Things were getting too hectic at Olympus."

Approaching slowly, Klaus raised both arms. A subtle gesture, offering you comfort in his arms. Comfort and solace you desperately wanted, burying your face against his silken robes as his arms tightened around your back.

"It's quite alright Liebling." His voice surrounding you like this made everything fade like a distant memory, "I'm delighted to have you back."

Slowly nuzzling against one another, it didn't take long for both of you to ease backward toward the bed. Klaus's hands slid down your back, careful as ever trying to position you on the bed. Whether you two would simply cuddle, or get more intimate was yet to be seen.

Not that you were going to remain subtle in your intentions.

Slow, tender kisses numbing Klaus to how eagerly you were pulling open the front of his robes. Even with the obvious hands running all over his chest, Klaus couldn't help himself. Pulling you closer in a tight hug, his large hands rubbing your back in soothing circles.

You all but melted under his gentle grasp. Being overtaken by your massive husband, just barely. Klaus was more or less following your lead after all, giving into your desires as he swung up over top of you.

That loving gaze never failed to make you blush, his bright emerald eyes scanning your half-nude form. One slow hand slipped under your robe, gently tugging the article away. With the first sudden movement, Klaus pressed a firm kiss against the taunt muscle of your neck. Every motion of his mouth felt as if he were attempting to massage your neck, moving across your skin.

Trying to return his affections was becoming increasingly difficult, the weight of how he missed you fully setting in. Gentle shivers raced along your spine, and your skin with every slight brush of his fingertips and lips. As embarrassing as Klaus found it, his fully erect member was starting to press against your thigh. Driving you mad with longing and desire.

You barely managed to pull away, "Klaus, please..."

Studying your flushed face, he knew he couldn't draw his ministrations out any longer. Though he still wanted to make sure he wouldn't hurt you in the throws of passion, taking his time to ensure your comfort. Almost ignoring your hips bucking up, the desperate attempts to get Klaus to hurry up.

Not for very long however, as Klaus didn't want to torment his beloved. Sheathing himself as deeply inside you as he could, pausing for a moment so you could adjust under him.

Every slow thrust was dizzying, soft grunts and groans filled the air. The bed creaked under both of you as Klaus sped up little by little. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you could feel just how warm Klaus was getting. The simple gesture in the midst of intimacy turned him on in ways you'd never fully understand.

Silently spurring him on as you were cradled against his chest, not helping in the slightest as you kissed along those large muscles. Every motion became more erratic, lustful thrusts and deep-throated groans echoed in the air.

The feeling of soft throbbing as the two of you panted heavily was its own brand of ecstasy. Feathery soft kisses pressed across your shoulders as Klaus continued to gently rub your waist and legs. With your attempts to massage his body being much weaker as Klaus was simply too large to do more than just cling. Rubbing his shoulders and chest was the best you could muster in your happy exhaustion.

"I missed you..."

[ofwrxth]

Every moment that passes is filled with complete bliss for Jakob. His stomach tightens as desire bubbles, building to a climax before he falls over. Fingers still tangled in Ines' hair, he lets out a low groan as she keeps her sweet mouth wrapped around his shuddering cock. No drop goes to waste as she swallows his cum like it's the best thing she's tasted. And she looks so good doing it. Mouth full of him, eyes wide and watery. Even in the dark he can see the sheet of spit, can hear the her lips pop when she finally releases him. "Holy fuck," Jakob breathes raggedly, releasing her hair, one hand trailing down her jaw tenderly and the other raking through his own hair. "You look so fucking good, Nes, like you can barely take it." His cock still twitches, but she'd practically milked him dry LMAO. Her lips shine in the dark, coated with saliva and cum as she kisses up his body.

He winds his fingers in Ines' hair again, pressing a kiss to her lips, catching a taste of himself and her spit and not caring because just thinking of her swallowing all that cum makes his groin tighten again. He pulls back as she shows him how wet she is and Jakob swears. "Fuck. You really are," he chuckles lowly, accepting the languid pace of her kiss, hand slipping between them so he can palm her through her wet underwear. The thought of her cunt, already sopping wet for him, makes Jakob shudder slightly before he pulls back an inch, lips brushing her still. "I'm gonna make you cum harder than I did at the bar," he mumbles, still quiet in the dark as he shifts Ines' small frame, free her from the last confines of clothes.

Jakob's hands run over her frame, over the soft skin of her back and sides. He presses his lips to her jaw, uttering whispered praises. "You're so beautiful," he utters, "so soft" his hand runs over her hips now, "and so fucking wet." He can feel Ines' desire against him now, and as much as he wants to fuck her tight cunt, he wants to do other things to her first. Back at the bar, they'd rushed – a frantic crush of passion and carnal need. This is different. Time doesn't exist in this room. There's no light. No noise. Just the two of them and shared, hitched breathes, wanting each other completely. Jakob doesn't even think as he shifts, laying back so his head hits the pillow. He gives Ines a mischievous look then, green eyes glinting in the dark as he tugs her up his body, amusement prickling at him as she gives him a keen but slightly uncertain look, hovering over him with knees on either side of his face. "Now it's my turn." To make her feel as good as she made him feel.

His hands wind around her thighs before her tugs her down on his face. Her dripping cunt is perfectly aligned with his mouth as he meets her with enthusiasm, tongue swiping along her slick folds as he feels her jerk at the connection. His grip tightens around her thighs, drawing his tongue up and down her damp entrance, teasing her slick clit a few times before sinking into her. He hears her whimpers, and even if he couldn't, the way her body jerks, hips rolling against his mouth, is enough of an indication of her pleasure. He moans as his tongue dives into her tight hole, tasting her desire, her soaked cunt seeming to get wetter with each stroke of his tongue in her. He can feel her body twitching again, thighs clenching around him, and Jakob would smirk if she could see him. Instead, his nose nudges at her clit as his tongue continues to explore her cunt, and he does everything he can to drive her to the edge.

Ines has never felt anything like this before. Just like she had never succumbed to lust in the way she had with Jakob at the bar. The way their rushed, frantic, bodies colliding with intense need. But, this feels different. The lust is there, still heavy but there's something else. Something deeper that Ines finds impossible to ignore. Her body wants more of him, hips bucking slightly as she takes his cock deeper into her mouth. She can remember just how it felt when he pounded into her cunt, stretching her and making her his. She knows she gets wetter every time his hard inches sink back against her tongue, every time her breath stops and she chokes around the size of him.

Her gaze flickers up and catches the way Jakob's head tilts back. The tension in his sharp jawline. She can see the pleasure washing over his face. How handsome he is, how good it sounds when he utters her name, the way his breath shudders. It's when his hands tangle in her hair that a moan rumbles out of Ines, vibrating around his cock. She loves the way he takes control, how he fucks her mouth. Using her. The rhythm quickens, her breath cut off with each thrust against her tongue. The room is full of messy, wet sounds, her chokes as her throat tightens around his cock. His groans get louder, sharper, and the heat rolling off him is almost unbearable.

Ines feels him throb, his cock swelling against her tongue, and she knows it's coming. His release is hard, forceful, hot, and it hits the back of her throat, making her hum with satisfaction. The taste floods her mouth, mixing with the mess of spit that drips from her chin. She lets him hold her there, his cock twitching and pulsing on her tongue, deep in her mouth, her lips still wrapped around him until she can't breathe anymore. She pulls back with a loud, desperate gasp, strings of spit and cum trailing from her lips. "Oh my God." Ines sighs out, her breath shallow just like his. Knowing she did this to him makes a grin flicker over her lips, lifting her hand to wipe her chin gently. "It's really hot when you do that." she mumbles, her body burning from the way he held her still to fuck her mouth. She kisses her way over his stomach, taking her time again as her lips travel across his skin.

Ines thinks it's only fair that she can make him feel like this, considering the things he can make her body do. How he can flood her with a pleasure she's never experienced before. "I'm not lying, either." she adds once her final kiss is placed against his jaw, one hand sinking into the thin, wet material of her underwear, collecting the slick desire to bring to his lips. "See." Ines chuckles softly before she hovers closer, kissing him with another deep and languid affection.

[artemis32]

How about hc of yandere dad hansu seong with daughter reader since he'll be a protective duo along with taehooon?

Platonic Yandere Hansu Seong I

Listen, I'm the biggest simp for this man - but if you want something platonic, then platonic it is - sorry its a bit shorter than usual, my brain is struggling

I’m finally done with my exams, thank goodness (here’s hoping I won’t have to rewrite anything) - that being said, I’m finishing up with all the asks and requests previously sent, so feel free to send in more :))

To top off my good mood, winter has officially arrived and I'm preparing to hibernate for a few weeks

My milestone event is open now too, and the rules can be found here

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Manager Kim Masterlist

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This is in reference of this ask

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He would be the absolute best father ever.

Taehoon is the difficult child, but you're his angel. In his mind, you can do no wrong.

He treats you very gently, like you’re made of fine porcelain, almost as if you’d break with the slightest nudge. Naturally, it drives you crazy sometimes. Even though you’re well into your teens, he still treats you like a toddler that’s incapable of walking two steps.

You would never get too mad with him though, because you know he does it with the purest intentions.

Something you do feel bad about is how hard he is on Taehoon when it comes to you. Of course he treats him fairly, but that doesn’t mean that he spares him a verbal lashing if you get into any sort of trouble while Taehoon is supposed to be keeping an eye on you. 

Your father is extremely overprotective, almost suffocatingly so. You never complain about it though, mainly because you don’t realise it isn’t normal for one’s father to be as obsessed with their child’s safety as he is with you.

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Taehoon doesn’t mind the blatant favoritism, he completely understands it seeing as you’re his favourite person too, and he could never fault your father for putting you first, before anyone else.

You’re for sure a daddy’s girl, and your father treats you as such. 

He buys you whatever your heart desires, whether that’s clothing, food and sweets, books or video games, make up, figurines. You’re sure to never ask for too much, not wanting to take advantage of your father.

But no matter how much you may decline certain things, you always end up getting it anyway. 

You’ve been discreetly eyeing a new dress? It’s on your bed waiting for you a few hours later. 

Oh, there’s a limited edition Sailor Moon figurine you’ve been saving up for? There’s no need to pay for it yourself, your father got it for you as an early birthday gift (eight months early). 

You’re running low on paint supplies for a new project? You’ll find high quality materials waiting for you when you get home.

However, Hansu draws the line at you going out whenever you’d like. He’s willing to give in to a lot of things that you ask for, but going out - specifically alone - that’s out of the question.

A compromise had been made in your early teens that Taehoon would have to accompany you on any outings you went on. That had worked well for a while, up until you’d hit about sixteen and had an itching desire for more freedom and independence. 

It had resulted in quite a few arguments - admittedly one-sided as your father had his mind made up the moment you’d brought it up.

Regardless of your freedom or lack thereof, you enjoyed spending time with your family.

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Of course, your father had introduced you to taekwondo at a very young age, almost as soon as you could walk.

There were various photo albums filled with pictures of you - you in a small taekwondo uniform as a toddler, your father proudly crouching beside you as you grinned at the camera, you and Taehoon standing next to one another, each holding up a gleaming gold medal with a large wall of trophies behind you, Taehoon watching you practice your form, strictly instructing you to kick higher.

It was a genuine passion of yours, one of the only hobbies you regularly practiced. A large part of that might have been because of how much time you’d get to spend with both your brother and your father.

Honestly, competitions were somewhat of a rarity until you’d hit double digits - your father’s paranoia being the deciding factor in your lack of participation.

Eventually he’d caved and allowed you to enter a competition, with very strict rules about your safety and how far you’d be allowed to push yourself. 

That had been a critical moment for you. You had won all the matches you’d had that day, and you’d gone home happier than you’d ever been in your ten short years of living. Both Taehoon and you father had been overjoyed by your victory.

It had been decided then that you’d be allowed to participate in any competition you’d want, only because your father would rather die than take that sort of happiness away from you.

An added extra was that you’d decided to spend even more time training, which meant that you’d spend more time at home with your dear old dad.

As if you didn’t already spend most of your time there anyway.

Your routine was limited to school, home, and the do jang - not that you minded.

It’s not as if you were even missing out on anything incredible - you didn’t have any close friends or after school activities, so you were content to go to school to learn and come right back home.

Your father’s close friend -Mr Kim as you knew him - adored you too and always took some time out of his visits to teach you a few of his more docile defense moves. 

Hansu wasn’t particularly happy about it - not because he thought it was unsafe, quite the opposite - he disliked it because he worried that you’d take such a liking to it that you would decide to abandon taekwondo all together in favour of choosing a more militant self-defense style of fighting.

Of course you’d never abandon taekwondo, not when you enjoyed it so much.

All of your other hobbies and interests tended to take a bit of a backseat when it came to taekwondo.

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Despite your father's clear over protective tenancies and borderline controlling behaviour, you adored him. You might even go as far as to call him your role model.

You don't often question his rules, content to believe that your father had your best interest at heart - which he did.

Make no mistake, you didn't display blind devotion, you just admired your father for his work ethic and perseverance, but mostly you appreciated that he loved both you and your brother, and tried his best to raise you well and protect you.

He's actually not that crazy about keeping you locked up, you just happen to prefer staying at home, and you don't have many friends. He does tend to urge you to take Taehoon with you, but only because he doesn't want you to wonder around alone.

Overall he's a great father who isn't too insane, and all of his somewhat strange behaviours can be written off as typical parental concern.

Would he be crazy when you show interest in someone?? Maybe.

But he loves you and wants what's best for you. Most of all, he wants to see you happy, and if it happens to go against one of his rules, he'll find a way to compromise to keep everyone happy.

10/10 - very wholesome father :))

[lyssahlyssah]

Obey Me! The Present

a/n: not suitable for work

Well, this took a week of my life, but it's ok! It's obviously something I needed to get off my chest (ahem). I hope you enjoy. 🟣🔵⚫

pairing: F!MC x Belphegor, category: (very) not suitable for work, warnings: some angst, virgin sex, penetration, oral sex, teasing, man-eating petunias. description: Belphie give F!MC the present she's always wanted. wordcount: 2.1k

"Is there anything else I can do for you for your birthday? Being your present and all. "

In your room, Belphie stands in front of you with his usual coy smile. Tall and gorgeous, he cocks his head to one side causing hair to fall into his violet eyes. He confidently holds your gaze.  As the gaze lingers, his smile deepens, playfully suggestive.

Today is your birthday and you've spent it on a date with Belphie. Feeling guilty after forgetting to buy you anything, he had cleverly volunteered to be your present, granting you any wishes you wanted.

Excited by his creativity (and the prospect of time with him alone), you had taken full advantage, first visiting the planetarium and then the botanical gardens. You'd laughed together, played around, took naps under a tree with his head in your lap. At the botanical gardens, he'd even rescued you from man-eating petunias after you took a wrong turn, and had shamelessly teased you about it since. Everything was effortless and fun when you were together.

And now, looking at his smiling face, you reflected on how far the two of you'd come. This wasn't Belphie from long ago in the attic; the angry and vengeful demon that once tried to kill you, heart twisted with hate from the loss of his beloved sister. No, he had changed. As time had gone on, he had warmed to the whole world, even to his older brother Lucifer, whom he had once admitted hating to the point of murder. He was now letting people to get close to him again. And especially you. He had opened the door to his heart and was inviting you in.

Because of the complicated history you shared, a special bond grew between you. His aloofness drew your open and loving nature like a moth to a flame, and you clicked like magnets due to your differences. Over any of the other brothers, he made you feel comfortable. Facing him now, you realized you've fallen hard for the infamous sloth demon. It was for those reasons, a response to his question immediately floated to your lips.

"Kiss me", you say, giving him a smile of your own.

"Sure", he agrees, a blush on his cheeks. Your lips meet. It's soft and sweet. Somehow, even though you aren't sure where he found the time between naps to become this way, Belphie is an incredible kisser.

His lips push down on yours with a little more force, then abruptly pull back, leaving you breathless. "Is that all?" he asks. "In that case, I'll give myself to you every day" his eyes crinkle in a smile, ever teasing.

You wet your lips, heart pattering in your chest. You did want more from him...a lot more.  Now or never. you think. You catch his hand and hold it. "Ah...Belphie...actually, what I want instead, is to give m-myself....to you." you stammer a little in getting it out. His eyes widen as he realizes what you're insinuating. Silence.

"MC...you sure? With me?" Belphie stares back at you, no longer joking. He pauses. "Why me? Why not Lucifer...or...or...The Great Mammon?" he says, with a sarcastic flourish.

When he sees your face drop, he immediately apologizes and runs a hand through his thick hair, ruffling it. His voice softens. "I'm sorry...I've been angry for so long, you know? Sometimes it just comes out when I don't mean it to."

He takes your hand again and pulls you to the bed where you sit down together. Color rises in his cheeks. "Really though...I've lied to you, I've manipulated you. Not that long ago...I even tried to kill you. Why am I the one you want for this?" He searches your face for an answer. 

"You're my master, I can't refuse you, and I'd be crazy to anyway, but...why me?" Standing up, he paces a few feet in a circle, then sits down again. You've rarely seen him this worked up; it's obvious he still hasn't totally forgiven himself for hurting you.

"I love you Belphie", the words fall out of your mouth. Your eyes widen. You search your feelings and know it isn't a lie. His eyes are wide too. "Do...do you mean that?" he questions, leaning back.

You nod, "I need you, Belphie. I feel safe with you; I know you'd never hurt me now. And...I know you need me too". You continue, your voice low. "I want you. More than anyone else".

The words visibly shake him. He drops his head, staring into his lap, then slowly brings his head back up and gazes at you. You're taken aback by the open desire you see there. It's as if a mask has fallen off and you're seeing the real him for the first time.

When he speaks, it's slowly, deliberately.

"I want to know you that way, MC...More intimately than anyone ever has." His eyes start to glow a fierce purple. "You're mine, and I want to be your first. I want to give you something to remember me by when you go back to the human world." You swallow hard, your heart starting to race and nod.

He leans forward, takes your face between his hands, and kisses you. And again. Deeply, tongue reaching hungrily into your mouth. You whimper against his lips, full of want.

You give yourself over completely to his touch. His hands are on your face, guiding the movement of your heads. It feels so good, all the strength leaves you, and you fully let him hold you up. Between kisses, he makes small sounds of passion.

"You drive me crazy" he murmurs, looking into your eyes. A thrill runs up your spine. He's here, fully here - with you. No distance. Not a trace of sleepiness. In this moment of closeness, Belphie has completely overcome his sin.

You gasp as his fingers effortlessly snap off the button to your jeans with an audible pop. "Oops", he says, not sounding sorry in the slightest.

He leans you back onto the covers. Continuing to kiss you, he slides his hand into your jeans and caresses your lower stomach, playing with the hollow of your hip bone. Ticklish, you sharply draw in a breath, causing him to smile at you. "Don't be nervous" he says reassuringly. "I'll take care of you".

He sides your pants down, and then completely takes them off. You shiver, all at once feeling vulnerable.

"Mmmm..." He murmurs, looking over your body. "You're so beautiful. I've dreamed about getting to touch you like this". He reverently slides his hands up and down your thighs, your hips, your waist. Goosebumps raise up at his touch.

Holding your gaze, he leans down and pulls your shirt over your head then sits upright and does the same for himself. His hair is even more disheveled afterward and the thought of it being that way because you're in bed together turns you on.

Even though you've napped together endlessly, you've never seen this much of his body, and you sigh with pleasure drinking in the width of his shoulders, his flat stomach. He watches you just as avidly and the small smile returns as he sees the effect he has on you.

Leaning in, Belphie captures your lips once more in a steamy kiss. Running his hands up your shoulders, he cups your cheeks, then traces down your back and unhooks your bra. You respond by thrusting your own hands into his hair and pulling him to you.

He kisses his way down your chest and your stomach, where his lips leave little trails of fire on your skin. You try but can't remember ever feeling more aroused. He playfully nips your belly button as it goes by, and smiles when you jump and protest, eyes glinting.

Belphie stops between your legs, breathing out slowly, and kisses up one of your thighs. At the top he hugs it to his face, cheek pressing into the flesh. Pausing, he looks at you sideways and says, "I've wanted to do this since we met".

Taking his time, he hooks your panties with one finger and pulls them down. Admiring the view, he runs a finger down your core, lightly teasing your clit. You sigh, then jump when he gives a jerk. "You're so fucking wet down here" he utters in awed tones.

Seeing you so excited for him seems to unhinge him a little. Looking at your soaked slit with total attention, he raises his finger to his lips and lightly sucks off your excitement. His eyes flutter close and a low groan of desire escapes him. Leaning in, he buries his face in your folds. His soft tongue pushes roughly against your swollen clit and it's your turn to gasp.

He continues to work on you for a few minutes. The pleasure overwhelms you, but still, you want him deeper. Parts of yourself you aren't familiar with are showing up and demanding to be satisfied. You try to stretch your legs further and wider apart so his tongue can reach every needy part of you. More than happy to help, he greedily tongues your tight hole. "B-Belphie!" Your voice rises as you near your climax. He reaches one hand up and laces your fingers through his. "Go ahead, MC...I've got you, you're safe. I want to taste you when you cum." Soothed, you let yourself go fully, shuddering, waves of euphoria threatening to drown you. "Mmmm..." Belphie says contentedly. You can feel his lips as he captures every last drop on his tongue.

You collapse into the pillows as the pleasure ebbs away, but he doesn't give you time to rest. You feel manicured fingers slide into your slippery hole. At first, it's a gentle in-and-out getting you used to the sensation. You squirm, your flesh still sensitive from his earlier attentions. After a few moments, he picks up the pace and starts pushing into you faster and deeper, turning and curling the digits. Mewling with every thrust, you blush bright red, still a little self-conscious  From his place cradled between your legs, he watches your face possessively. "I love your sounds", he says.

Pleasure begins to fill your abdomen once again as you near climax, and you involuntarily start to grind against his hand, desperate to increase the tempo. Loving your impatience, he dips his head down and bites you on the inside of your thigh, near your core. Surprised by the unexpected sensation, you're pushed over the edge, launching into oblivion for the second time. This time he can't help himself and covers your mouth in a passionate kiss, jealously swallowing your cries of pleasure.

Thoroughly ravaged, you look up at him through half-lidded eyes. Belphie looks back at you, spellbound by the state you're in. "B...Belphie", you manage to get out. "What, MC?" he softly answers. "I need you inside me", you pleadingly say to his violet eyes. He shudders and pulls back from you.

"Okay", he says, unfastening his pants button. He pulls them down and his length springs out, large, strong, and perfect. Dazzled, your mouth drops open slightly. He smiles confidently at you and crawls back up your body. Once there, he turns your hips so you're lying on your back with your hips to one side, lined up to your exposed slit on his knees. He runs his hands over your ass, squeezing it, testing its softness, before bringing his hands back to grip your hip with both hands. "Tell me if I hurt you", he says with unexpected tenderness and starts to push inside you.

Due to the position of your hips and your overall tightness, his first thrust is shallow, but the friction makes you both groan. Pulling out slowly, drawing out the pleasure, he pushes inside again, going slightly deeper. Your eyes roll back in your head. He feels blissful, way past anything you had imagined.

Using your hip to pull your ass against his lap, he starts to move more quickly. With abandon, you throw your arms against the covers above your head, your face falling to one side and breasts jiggling as the snap of his thrusts push you up and down. Also lost in pleasure, his eyes are closed and low groans rumble from his throat.

It doesn't take long for you to climax again, and then again. Your walls clenching tightly around him, each climax earns you a growl, but Belphie shows no signs of giving you mercy. Finally, even though you wish it could last forever, he thrusts deeply within you and you feel his warmth spread into your abdomen.

Completely spent, you lay together in the candlelight, your head on his chest, legs intertwined. Your core aches sweetly. He holds you close. Happier than you've felt in your entire life, you both start to drop off. As you do, you raise your head to look at him, and you see he's already asleep. Full of affection, your chin on his chest, you breathe, "Thank you for granting my wish". Seconds later, fading into darkness you hear him whisper, "I love you, too".

[bbyheedeungie]

So Damn Wrong | Ex-Boyfriend! Jake AU

Pairings: Jake x Reader ft. Na Jaemin

Genre: Heavy smut, angst

Warnings: oral sex in public place, unprotected sex, choking, cheating, toxic relationship

Synopsis: It's been months since you've broken up with Jake. Now dating Jaemin, Jake suddenly decides that he wants you back. And now, he's gonna make you his again one way or another.

"This is wrong Jake, we should stop." You say breathily, trying to stand up straight even though your legs begged to give in.

"You're right, so damn wrong." Jake says in between placing kisses on your chest.

"But why aren't you pushing me away, baby?"

Author's note: Ahh, my two favorite genres. Bye bye cinnamon roll Jake for now.

Three months. After ending things with Jake, you've managed to make it through three months of avoiding him at school, at the mall, and even in the neighborhood. You made sure not to run into him at the park, taking into consideration at what time and day he'd walk Lyala. Fortunately, it seems like he never made any attempt to reach out to you in those three months either. It was hell really. On the first week after the breakup, you did nothing but bawl your eyes out and eat sweets, refusing to go outside. He really broke you, cheated on you and made you feel unworthy of faithfulness. Every night, your insecurities ate you up, haunting you and asking you over and over what Jake saw in that other girl that you didn't have.

But storms never last forever, and one day you decided to just suck it all up. You were gonna be strong from now on. You're gonna be a whole new person, and you swore you'll never let anyone hurt you the same way again. And that's when you met Jaemin. Well, it wasn't really your first meeting, but it was your first time talking to him when the two of you were paired up for a school project. And one thing led to another, from simple late night conversations to making out inside his car on your third date, the two of you ended up together. And now, it's been 2 weeks since you've started dating Jaemin when you come face to face with Jake in the empty hallways for the first time in months.

"Y/N."

"Jake."

It was painful for Jake. Yep, it was all his fault. He had a choice and he chose to cheat on you with some insanely hot brunette. Only for him to realize what he lost when you've already walked out of his life. He really fucked up, and he hated himself everyday for it. But he chose not to chase after you, thinking you were better off without him.

But that didn't mean you were better off with someone else. When he heard the news, it felt like his whole world had stopped. As if his heart had come to a halt. It was too soon.

And then he saw yours and Jaemin's entwined hands as he walks you to your class, you give Jaemin a quick kiss on the cheek before waving good bye and Jake felt rage bubble up inside his chest. At that moment, he saw red. He wanted to punch something, to hurt something. Did he want to hurt Jaemin or did he want to hurt himself? He didn't know. It fucking hurt. To see someone else in his shoes. To see what could've been him treating you right. He couldn't take it, he couldn't accept that you've moved on and you've replaced him in your heart completely.

And now, here you are staring back at him. Your heart pounded so hard in your chest. You were on your way back to class from the infirmary because you accidentally pricked your finger while doing embroidery at home economics class. While Jake, he'd just exited the men's restroom. The two of you never really had your closure. You were too pained to talk to him back then. But seeing him now, you felt like you still weren't ready. Not because you still held a grudge, but because your heart still flutters at the sight of him.

"I should get back to class." You excuse yourself, breaking eye contact. But Jake wasn't gonna let you slip away, no. He grabs a hold of your wrist, pulling you inside the empty restroom and locking it instantly.

"Jake, what—" He pins you against the door, crashing his lips against yours as he traps you in between his arms that was placed on either side of your head. He kissed you feverishly, his hand coming down to hold you by the nape of your neck to deepen the kiss as his other hand squeezes on your hips. Desire pooled in between your legs and your mind was hazy, kissing him back with the same passion as you grip on his shoulders, trying to pull his body closer to yours. You were unable to think straight, unable to think rationally. A small voice in your head screamed to stop, but was quickly silenced as Jake hikes your skirt up, caressing your thigh as his lips found its way onto your neck.

"Ohh, Jake." You moaned as he found the sweet spot on your neck, biting and sucking knowing how it drives you crazy.

"You're gonna have to be quiet for me, princess." He whispers lowly on your ear as he unbuttons your blouse, fondling and squeezing your bra-cladded breast.

You let out a whimper as he pushes your bra down, freeing your erect nipples. He doesn't waste time as he puts it into his mouth, circling the sensitive areola with his tongue and sucking harshly, making you arch your back in pain and pleasure as you entangle your fingers in his hair. You were soaking wet at this point, your body burning with need.

"This is wrong Jake, we should stop." You say breathily, trying to stand up straight even though your legs begged to give in.

"You're right, so damn wrong." Jake says in between placing kisses on your chest. "But why aren't you pushing me away, baby?"

And you kept on asking yourself the same question. But your mind was too foggy to care. You needed release. You needed to be fucked. He leads you to the sinks, placing you on top so now he stood in between your legs.

"Please.." You begged him, guiding his hand to your crotch shamelessly. This small action made Jake's heart jump for joy, and his cock twitch in excitement. His cock was painfully hard now, but he can't fuck you yet.

"You dirty girl, look at you, begging to be fingered by me."

He pushes your soiled panties aside, letting his finger slide into your slippery cunt, letting your juices coat his fingertips as he rubs your clitoris. You bit your lip so hard, trying to supress the noises that your mouth threatened to release. He enters two fingers, fingering you in and out. The sound of your wet cunt drove him crazy, he wanted to eat you out so badly. He curls his fingers inside you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt yourself growing closer to your climax. But Jake knew you too well, he knew when you were about to come. The way your body flinches and your breathing speeds up, your pussy leaking of juices. But he just can't let you come, not yet. He stops, pulling his fingers out.

"No, please don't stop." You cried so desperately as you attempt to finish it yourself. But Jake stops your hand before it can even get close to your heat.

"Patience, baby girl." he plants a chaste kiss on your lips before pushing you down, your head rested on the wall and your legs spread for him even more. He eyes your messed up clothes and hair, appreciating how effortlessly gorgeous you could looked in any circumstance.

He draws his face closer to your cunt, grabbing hold of your thighs before digging in like a starved animal. He licked you good, working his tongue on your overly sensitive folds. He missed this, he missed your taste so much.

"Ah, Jake I'm so close. Don't stop." You moaned as you push his head closer to your pussy, his tongue digging deeper inside you as he lapped up your juices. He squeezed your thighs hard. And with one final flick of his tongue, you reach your high. In which he gratefully accept. Your whole body shooked with the intensity of your orgasm, but you weren't quite finished yet.

"Fuck- Fuck me Jake, please. Please I need you inside me, I want that cock fucking me hard." You begged, almost close to tears. You were so sexually aroused, nothing even mattered anymore. This time, Jake decided to give in to your request, his pants too unbearably tight.

He unbuckled his belt, pushing his pants down together with his boxers. His hard cock sprang free, his slit dripping with pre-cum. The sight made you lick your lips involuntarily. He positions himself on your entrance, pushing all the way in. You arch your back in pleasure as he repeats the action over and over, pulling himself almost out and then slamming all the way back into your pussy. He was fucking you so hard and fast as his hand comes to wrap around your neck, just the way you liked it.

"You're mine, Y/N. You'll aways be mine." He growls as he kept ramming his cock into you, slipping in and out so easily as your breasts bounced matching his pace. Only the sound of skin slapping and breathy moans and whimpers can be heard as you felt yourself getting closer to another orgasm.

"J-Jake.." Your voice was shaking as you called his name over and over.

"That's right, moan my name for everyone to hear. Fuck, I'm so close baby." Jake groaned breathily, thrusting his hips into you at full speed.

"Ohh Jake!" you cried as you hit your release with one final stroke, his warm load shoot inside you. He places his forehead against yours, breathing heavily as he savours his high.

"I still love you. Y/N."

But the bliss subsides soon enough, and reality hits you hard. Everything came crashing back, making you realize what you've just done. You cheated.

"No, we shouldn't have done this. This was a mistake." You say as you quickly fix yourself, or atleast try to look decent again. Jake clenched his fists, pain stung him as tears threatened to fall from his eyes.

"How could you say that, Y/N. You know you still love me too." He says, grabbing your shoulders. But the truth is, he's not reallly sure about it.

"No, Jake. I love Jaemin. I was wrong. So damn wrong. I cheated on him the way you cheated on me. That is so fucked up, Jake. He doesn't deserve this." You cried, pushing him away as you walked out the door. Jake was left standing there, with the numbing ache in his chest not going away anytime soon.

[tbzxnight]

higher love

warning: nsfw, contains smut, elevator sex.

You had just finished a long day at work, the sky outside already dark. The office is quiet, the only sound was the click clacking of your heels as you walk past the empty desks to the elevator. You step into the elevator to see your boss already in it, presumably just finishing work now, as well. Your heart jumped whenever you saw him and today was no exception. He is such a beautiful man, so tall, smart, kind, sexy - okay, so maybe you had a major crush on him. You tried not to think about how tight his dress shirt was, perfectly outlining his biceps and abs underneath.

"You're here late, I'm sorry to have to tell you this but you're a workoholic," Younghoon teases, looking at you in a way that had you holding your breath. You smile back and say, "Oh okay, look who's talking, Mr. Kim." He laughs at that, eyes turning into a crescent shape, "Touché. Hey, have you had dinner yet? " Your heart starts pounding faster, you tried to remain calm as you shook your head no. "Alright well, I thought we could have dinner together, I know a great place near by." Your mouth drops open, you thought your heart would burst from joy, you grin at him, "Yes! Uh, I mean, yeah, I'd like th-"

You're interrupted by the elevator suddenly stopping with a jerk. Younghoon drops his briefcase and grabs you as you lose your balance; at the same time, you put your arms around him. You both stay holding each other for a moment, still reeling from the sudden movement. "Oh shit, what are we going to do now? " You wonder outloud, looking for an emergency call button. You turn to look at Younghoon when you realize you're still in his arms, holding onto his shoulders. You apologize and were about to move when you felt his arms tighten around you, pulling you closer.

When you look up at him, his eyes were dark, closing as his head descends towards yours. You look at his plush lips before closing your eyes to melt into the kiss. His hands are pressing into the small of your back, pulling you closer into him as he leans into the elevator wall. You grip his dress shirt tightly, bunching it at the collar, as he deepens the kiss, it was passionate, hungry, and dripping with sex. His hands slide down from your back to cup your clothed ass, grinding his growing erection against you as you were doing the same to him.

You're gasping and moaning in between kisses, the friction combined with the way he was squeezing your ass felt amazing, you could feel yourself getting wet. He picks you up, and holds you against the elevator wall, sitting you down on the handrail. He roughly unbuttons your blouse and opens the front clasp on your bra. You were surprised by his quick and bold moves, but you definitely weren't complaining. You unbutton his dress shirt as he rubs on your nipples with his fingertips before switching them up for his hot mouth, driving you wild with desire.

You put your hands inside his shirt and pull it back behind his shoulders; you run your fingers along his toned biceps and his well-defined abs, staring at him in awe. Before you could dwell too much on his gorgeous body, he drops to his knees, sliding his hands under your pencil skirt and dragging your panties down your legs. He holds them for you to step out of; you start to take off you heels at the same time, but he stops you, saying, "No, keep them on," he says in a low voice, his dark smouldering eyes staring up at you through his lashes. God, he was so hot.

He lifts one of your legs and puts it over his shoulder, burying his face into your crotch. You moan loudly as he lifts your hips up and penetrates you deep with his tongue, gripping his hair tightly. "Oh, fuck," you whimper breathlessly, biting your lip, the back of your head hitting the wall, "Younghoon, I need you inside me, please." You reach down to unbuckle his belt, but Younghoon takes over, unzipping his pants and pushing them down along with his boxers. He picks up your leg again, this time to wrap around his waist.

You watch, holding your breath, as he drags his tip up and down your slit, teasing you with a smirk and an eyebrow raise. You whine, pouting as you moved your hips forward in an attempt to get what you desperately needed. Getting the hint, he slams into you with a hard thrust, completely inside you in a single move, hitting your sweet spot instantly. He grins, satisfied when you let out a cry of pleasure, setting a fast and rough pace from the start. You're mewling, gripping onto the handrail for support as he moans and ruts into you, his usually perfectly gelled hair now disheveled in the sexiest way possible.

You're both so riled up and hot, you kept whimpering for him to go faster, so close to reaching your climax already. You can tell he's close too by the way his mouth is agape, eyes closed, his eyebrows knitted together in concentration. He pounds into you furiously, your eyes roll to the back of your head, biting your lip hard enough to almost draw blood. You both let out loud, strangled moans as you come with his final hard thrust into you, filling you up to the hilt.

You stay in that position for a few minutes, panting and catching your breaths. Younghoon finally separated from you so you could both fix your clothes, smiling at each other, all the while. You're about to say something when the intercom goes off, startling you. "Hello, we sincerely apologize for the inconvenience caused if anyone is stuck in the elevators, we are getting our technicians to come in ASAP to restart the elevators." Younghoon presses the call button, eyes playful as he says, "No rush, I think we're going to be just fine in here."

🖤

[bemylord]

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ x ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ.

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ ʀᴇꜰᴜꜱᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜᴄᴋ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ'ꜱ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙʟᴏᴡᴊᴏʙ.

warnings: aged up, oral, gagging, semi-public [?], nipple play, teacher x student.

m.list ◦ original work [russian language] w/c: 1.2k credit pic.

all of the characters in this scene are of legal age. i only changed the character of megumi a little bit. if you don't like this kind of relationship - i am not forcing you to read.

- i'm not gonna suck your dick here!

- come on, baby boy, don't be shy.

megumi crossed his arms over his chest, turning his torso away from the annoying teacher, whose relationship with him has moved to a more romantic stage - lovers. satoru is annoying and pesky in terms of intimacy: he loves to say dirty phrases in his student's ear, watching as a slight blush covers megumi's cheeks.

megumi, even though he tells him to stop stroking his thigh, melts, tries to squeeze into the wall behind him, to dissolve or fix, just so this pervert doesn't see his boner. satoru has a blindfold on his face, but even though the cloth he can feel how tight his student's school pants become, how his palms sweat and his face turns red.

- i'm gonna show you how to do it, gumi-gumi, - satoru swiftly removes the timid boy's pants, deftly running his fingers over the head to the balls, feeling the wet spot on the material of the underwear, as if playing with the member, passing his palm over the erupting penis.

megumi exhales noisily, immediately placing the outer part of the hand to quell the moans which are escaping from his mouth. he feels as the teacher pulls down his boxers, exposing megumi's hard cock.

his mind telling him about the insecurities and the safety of his honor, while another side of the mind, where the lust and passion are making the debauch, mutters: look down, megumi, your teacher is kneeling, willingly ready to suck your dick.

and fuck its arousal.

megumi is hesitant or asks for more as he would be embarrassed to be called a needy boy by satoru, because he's the one, who would never allow a blowjob in the class.

he quietly purrs as he feels satoru's tongue outlining the head, tracing over the frenulum, teasingly running his tongue down the base, caressing the testicles and up to the head. the sorcerer smirks, looking up to catch megumi's confused gaze, as the boy pulling his white hair to the cock.

the teacher obediently lets the organ into his warm mouth, wrapping the cock around and sucking it properly, pushing the entire cock all the way down to the uvula. the tip of his nose touched the megumi's pubic hair and he doesn't hold back, letting out a guttural moan.

satoru's pads are stroking the hips, one palm is rising higher to play with the hard nipple, swirling the pea between his slender fingers, pressing down, causing megumi to drop the sweet and involuntary whimper, pushing into his mouth deeper.

- i'm not gonna suck your dick here, - satoru mocks megumi with his own phrase, taking his cock back inside the warm mouth, guiding the muscle on the glans and veins. fushiguro is melting, trying to find support in the strong forearms.

megumi is always so malleable : once satoru has touched his member with the tongue, when gumi becomes a lovable kitten for his master.

satoru is playing with one nipple, his other hand is intertwined with megumi's one when the student is struggling to compensate for his sighs, every time he felt the nose is touching his pubic - satoru always knows how to suck properly.

gojo moves his head faster, sensing his cock is throbbing in the mouth as his strong and powerful student turned into the submissive, velvety boy who needs a release so badly, needs to feel his teacher licking his lips, licking off the rest of the liquid.

this thought is overwhelming his clarity, for megumi is incapable of thinking that anyone could catch them fucking in a class.

- don't restrain yourself, my baby boy, - satoru swirled the nipple between rugged fingers, feeling as his lover's dick pulsing, drawing the mouth into the white color.

megumi pulls away, pressing his soft and a post-orgasmic feeling overwhelms him as he closed his eyes. satoru licks himself, swallowing the salty liquid, placing his hands on fushiguro's shoulders. - baby.

although, satoru gojo - is the master of provocation. he leans over to his student's ear, guiding the muscle over an auricle, nudging his boner: he rubs his cock against megumi's one and he loves the sudden pitying whimper as fingers connected two cocks simultaneously, stroking organs without delay.

fushiguro is aware of what his lover driving in, kneeling in front of his thick, pulsative cock, dreaming to go home soon, getting a continuation on the soft bed.

he wanted to touch the pink head that beckons just by the view of the pretty glans, but the cursed energy held him back.

the boy tossed his head to find out why gojo is restraining him from a blowjob, meeting his heavenly eyes. gojo is gazing slyly on his boy, raised the eyebrow up with a mute question: did i allow you?

a crafty smile is decorated his face as megumi furrowed brows to have a chance to taste a precum on the head. he tries again to repeat the same movements but everything is even [?]

- you wanna hear it, sensei? - the sorcerer nodded, anticipating the voluptuous phrase. he overheard the doomed sigh as he watches megumi opened his mouth widely, making puppy dog eyes. - daddy, please, use my mouth.

how could satoru say no, when his baby boy is kneeling in front of him with, sticking out the pink tongue, ready to be used?

the teacher placed the glans on the megumi's tongue, allowing him to draw indecipherable gestures on the overstimulated member, tasting the precum. gumi's hands in the flash being pinned above his head as another hand satoru clenches his fist in his hair, to make sure he won't run away, as if megumi wants to.

the student compliantly relaxed his throat, trying to bring a similar pleasure to his teacher, but his cock is too big, too thick for megumi's mouth to take the whole length. the tears begin to appear in his eyes and the desire to push away satoru intensifies, but what can he do for gojo?

he tries to accept the full length, bringing his eyebrows to the bridge of his nose, watching the teacher lick his lips, his head tilted back in ecstasy: too. too good.

megumi feels as satoru is fucking him relentlessly as if it is their last time. satoru wiped out the falling tears, gently tracing circles on megumi's wet and ruddy cheeks with a thumb, giving himself to the sensations.

megumi is always swallowed the sperm after oral sex, licking the head for the authenticity that his lover has given him all the salty liquid, not sparingly spread light, airy kisses along the entire length as a thank you.

- my good boy, gumi, you did a very good job by taking the whole length, - he helps him to stand up, picking his lover up in his arms, kissing his lips. - daddy will do everything for you, baby.

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A Touch From The Past - The Rainbow 🌈 - Request [Benedict Cumberbatch AU - Teacher x Soulmate Student Reader] (Part Two)

The professor could not wait for the drama class to start. To see her again. To remember where he saw her. His mind was forcing him to remember, he knew when he had someting on his mind he would have trouble focusing on one another. He had to know.

There were some students who took the class because they loved theatre, but it was compulsory for the rest. They seperated into opposite-sex couples as they were asked, Professor Cumberbatch was going to decide which one of them could play Richard Plantagenet and Anne Neville from Shakespeare's "Richard III".

He was on the stage with the playscript in his hands. The students were seated with their partners and his eyes found Y/N's quickly, but his stare only lasted for 3 seconds as he warned himself. He was there to teach.

Being a professional, he managed to focus on educating without any distraction, however he couldn't wait to go home because his head started to ache.

"As you all must know, we're going to perform Anne Neville's story by Shakespeare's Richard III. I believe all of you read the book and not only the script before memorising your lines," he said sarcastically and made his students smile, as always. "But I would like to remind you about her story before we get started."

He took a deep breath, "She is the widow of Prince Edward of Lancaster, whom Richard helped kill."

One of the students raised her hand and asked, "How could she love him after all he's done?"

The professor smiled, "She is the only person to follow her father-in-law Henry VI’s coffin to burial and to mourn him. Suddenly courted by Richard at the height of her grief, she is taken off her guard but finds herself unable to resist his performance as a lover. Despite her quite genuine hatred and mourning, she ends up completely seduced by him. Though this ends up making her Queen, it does not bring her happiness, which she blames on her having cursed Richard’s future wife before taking on that role. Richard’s bad dreams keep her awake at night, and she does not sleep well. She is soon perfectly aware that Richard does not care for her, and grows certain that he will kill her. She grows ill and dies, very likely poisoned by him. Anne is a weak and passive woman, though she attempts to be a good aunt to the various children of her husband’s brothers. Her ghost comes to haunt Richard the night before the battle of Bosworth and to bless Richard’s opponent Richmond."

Y/N felt blessed, he was so enthusiastic! She fell for him once again.

A boy raised his hand now, "But that's not what actually happened, right? I've read that he loved her and she died due to the plague of the time. Can we say that Shakespeare didn't really like the royalties at all?"

"This is where poetry and the benefits of technology takes place. We're lucky to be able to judge his work and compare it to the history." He was happy that some of the students were actually interested in this class.

"Kings are the slaves of history," he quoted Tolstoy with a smile and continued, "Let's get started."

He watched them all and helped them with their lines, but none of them was good enough. He knew they needed to practise but they didn't have much time. While watching them, his mind was also pondering if it would be Y/N's turn before the class ended. He shaked his head slightly and didn't notice that he was tapping his foot.

And it was her turn, now. There were 5 minutes left and he stood up when she came on the stage with her partner.

Y/N was actually good, but his partner was terrible. He just wasn't her match, and it seemed like they didn't even know each other much.

He clapped his hands to draw attention to himself, "You are talking as if someone's forcing you to say it. You're a wicked man, with your own reasons; and you try to seduce her. And you don't need a stage-kiss if you both are okay with it..?" It sounded like a question and Y/N would never say no to anything he suggests. They both nodded and he stepped aside to let them play again.

It was obvious that Y/N studied the character very well and he could see tears forming in her eyes. The young man did try to do better, but it just wasn't his thing. Professor Cumberbatch had this desire to show his students how to do it and he turned to them. "I need you all to watch, now. I'm afraid I'll ask those who want to take part to perform again tomorrow. We're running out of time and we need to be quick. Now..." He turned to Y/N, and blinked a few times when he realized that he had to kiss her. It could cause him to get distracted again, but he had to do it.

He knelt in front of her after taking the knife from the young man, and Y/N could swear that the look in his eyes changed. He raised one of his shoulders because Richard III was misshapen, his eyes were darker now and he tilted his head to the side. "Take up the knife, or take up me."

Y/N who played Lady Anne didn't say anything, and managed to tear up. He was going to kiss her. He was going to kiss her. He was going to kiss her. That was the only thing on her mind now.

He stood up slowly and kissed her. It only lasted for 5 seconds but it felt like forever to them. They didn't see blurry images or memories now, they saw each other. Benedict saw her smiling, crying, laughing, glancing at him, looking at her ring, in a wedding dress, in a rush, in his bed, naked...

Y/N saw him holding her hand at the beach, driving with his sunglasses on, coming home with grocery bags in his hands, holding her, dancing with her, touching her, hugging her, kissing her..

A rush,

A glance,

A touch,

A dance...

It was like thunderstorms at first, but they both knew that after a thunderstorm, comes a rainbow.

She was supposed to pull back and leave him there, but before she could - not that she could at that moment - the bell ringed and the professor forced himself to stop kissing her and she walked away from him.

He kept stuttering while saying his final words to the students who were jealous and muttering to each other about how real that kiss looked. Thankfully, they left quickly.

They were alone on the stage, now. None of them spoke, and Y/N just knew it was her mind toying with her. She went too far, she shouldn't have loved him that much. As tears formed in her eyes for real now, she tried not to look at him and leave the stage but his velvet voice stopped her. "You were pretty good, actually."

She couldn't dare to look at him as she thanked him quietly, and attempted to leave but he spoke once again. "You had them too, didn't you? Did you feel it?" She looked up at him. He couldn't be talking about what she saw, could he?

He walked towards her and turned her to himself by holding her arms gently, "The electricity when our hands touched, a flood of memories that were brought back to our minds-- please tell me you had them too."

He sounded like he was begging her, because otherwise, he would lose her mind. What was it, did he fall in love with her? He knew he could have considering that she was the only thing in his mind all day, which was very unprofessional...

"I did," she spoke excitedly, "I saw you but I thought it was because I lo--"

He kept quiet, waiting for her to finish her sentence but she couldn't. Tears were rolling down her reddened cheeks. "We were married." He spoke quietly and held her face in his hands. "I never thought I would believe in things like that, but I think we are soulmates." He looked into her eyes and felt an overwhelmingly nice feeling in his chest. She seemed like a fairy to him and he suddenly needed to kiss her again. So badly.

"We were together in another life..." Y/N spoke in amazement, "I can say it then."

The professor wiped her tears off her red, hot cheeks, she closed her eyes and finally said it.

"I love you."

He kissed her passionately and all he saw was darkness now. He knew she was the one. They were under each other's spell now... She loved him, and he loved her back. Once again, and forever.

They were smiling when they pulled back, and they spent the rest of the day with getting to know each other.

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Info source: https://www.playshakespeare.com/richard-iii/characters/lady-anne

Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! ❤️ @inner-thoughtsofnelia