#txt wip

[yunyunrin]

daisy’s works in progress

a/n : these are wips from a while, currently getting out of a writer’s block so starting to work on them again 🩷

ateez

— don’t stay - kim hongjoong

revenge is a dish best served cold. at least that’s what they say, but just because it breaks you doesn’t mean it was revenge. just because the universe hurt you doesn’t mean that you were no longer allowed to be happy. but everyone must learn that on their own and everyone must hope they don’t lose their true source of happiness in the process. whatever that may be.

— study buddy - jung wooyoung

academic rivals to lovers

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— write us how you want us to end - choi yeonjun

popularbaseballplayer!yeonjun x writer!reader

seventeen

— i know you want me - kim mingyu

experienced bestfriend!mingyu x virgin!femreader

[tempfrangit]

doe-eyed

Johnny x F!Reader, 1.4k, 18+ smut summary: You're going to let some alpha fuck you because you're broke and just happened to get the call. Thank you for your service. inspired by @syoddeye's rut kinktober fill cw: a/b/o, breeding kink, technically dubcon because heat/rut? banners by @/cafekitsune

The alpha’s scent sends a tingle straight down to your pussy. It was clean and sharp, like pine, but charred at the edges in a way that made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end deliciously. Your pre-heat is finally settling. You'd been able to smell him from the first moment you stepped out of the SUV, totally thrown off by your surroundings.

Like a fox let loose for the hounds to chase.

Of course, you'd been prepared for this, even if it was your first time being called. You'd willingly chosen to sign up for this job after your degree left you in debt past your means, even after graduation, while you worked two jobs.

Still, you don't expect the door to rip itself open as you approach the cabin, spine stiff as an iron rod. A gasp escapes as you freeze. The entire speech you've been coached through leaves your head in an instant as you blink up at him owlishly.

He's big, stocky like a rugby player with a surprisingly straight nose for the energy he exudes. A real alpha, not like the ones you'd messed around with in uni, testing the waters but never taking the plunge, not wanting to be just some omega. Part of you wants to run. But most of you can't help how your heartbeat quickens. How you can feel yourself get wetter.

You don't even know when he'd slung you over his shoulder, trudging back to the cabin like this was the same shit every day. And for all you knew it was.

Once the door's shut, you're set onto your feet and pressed against the hard wood. He grinds against your clothed pussy like a beast, hot breath puffing against your protective collar with an edge of distaste as his hands snake up the skirt of your dress.

An ice rock of unexpected shame forms in the pit of your stomach, and you've never been more embarrassed in your life. You’d assumed you’d been chosen because you were close to your heat, but the lack of approval cut deep.

“Off,” he snarls, and before you can even to offer to remove your panties you feel the pinch of them being pulled and digging into the soft meat of your hips before the fabric tears.

This time you stop yourself from gasping, swallowing it back. You force yourself to lean against the door, bracing against your forearms, doing your best to present like this, deep arch already making your back ache dully. To be the perfect little submissive omega.

His approving rumble of a purr makes you shiver, pressing your cheek against the cool door as you ease back into situation. Or maybe that's your heat finally rearing it's head, as his scent washes over you. Vaguely, you hear the rustling of fabric, but even the thought of the sound leaves your brain as you feel the tip of his cock slide against your slit. Your slick helps the glide of his next thrust. The feeling of his thick cock fucking between your pussylips has you shudder. A soft whine leaves your lips, properly needy as you grind against him.

That earns you a swat, a slight growl of appreciation. "Tha’s right, doe. Ya want it, don’t ya?"

And you nod, face burning at the admission. Of course, you can't turn down the opportunity to peek over your shoulder to get a better look at the guy who's gonna be fucking you.

If you'd run into him at a club, you would have let him take you home. His eyes are the prettiest blue you've ever seen, thick dark lashes framing them, and near feverish with his rut. Thick dark hair shaved into a mohawk, stubble growing on his jaw. Part of you kinda hopes he’ll knock you up. Oh — oh you’re definitely thankful your heat's hitting you but you do not want to entertain that. Still, you can feel slick dribbling out of you, know that your scent flares.

A sharp inhale is your only warning before he tilts his hips, notching the thick head of his cock against the opening of your pussy and burying himself to the base.

The air leaves your lungs in a rush, brain blue screening as you try and fail to comprehend how utterly full you are suddenly. When he begins to thrust without giving you a moment to adjust, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming his hips back into yours like a rutting beast, you can’t help the sound you make. Something guttural, animalistic in response as your body is rocked into the wood.

He wasn’t holding back at all, warm breaths huffing against your neck as he fucked into you. Again, you're trying to tilt your hips but this time it's to get him to thrust against just the right spot. He was good. He had to know he was good, because holy fuck.

You don't even realize the high pitched whining sound that you'd been hearing was coming from you, until another crack of pain on across your ass shocks you back into your body. You'd been too focused on all the places he'd been hitting inside you, as he jackhammers his hips, and your face is burning.

No, you were burning up in general. The delicious heat that licked through you each time he thrust into you entirely made your legs feel weak. The hot breaths panting against the base of your neck, the wispy curls hairs there, sends electricity down your spine. The edge of a tooth presses against your jaw and it startles you so much you come.

And even spasming on his cock, he doesn't stop.

“Johnny," Johnny growls into your ear, thrusts turning urgent, "call me Johnny and tell me to knock yer cunt up.”

You're pretty sure you follow his orders as he keeps fucking you.

You know you beg him for his knot, and that earns you a snarl. Pain rips through your pleasure as you feel the soft skin of your back break. Just below your collar. Your thighs are shaking as you come again.

You're too hot.

Blinking awake groggily, you realize you don't remember making it to the bed last night.

Johnny had fucked you against the door upon your arrival, then on the floor after he caught his breath, cradling you on your side as his knot had kept you close to him. Then he'd seemed to have calmed down enough to come to his senses. He'd gulped down water, pressing his lips against yours to force some into your own mouth, and keeping yourself hydrated hadn't even occurred to you. You hadn't realize how thirsty you were as your heat ebbed slightly, still feeling like you were warm to the touch as you panted against his chest. Then he'd fucked you over the arm of the couch. Which you'd surely ruined after squirting down it. You hadn't even known you could squirt like that.

At the thought of water, you untangle yourself from the human furnace that's wrapped around you. Prying his fingers off your arm as gently as you can before you practically fall out of bed.

You're not too proud to drink out of the bathroom faucet, too relieved by the cool liquid pouring into your mouth to care. Blinking at yourself in the mirror, you twist slowly, trying to get a good view of your back. Your collar was still safely in place, but the skin around the edge was decorated with marks, nips where he'd buried his teeth in you.

Why did that make you so wet?

You don't even notice him in the mirror, before thick arms are wrapped around you and you squeak, jumping but being held firmly in place by the alpha you'd spent the night getting your brains fucked out by.

“Fuck, you smell better than I remember,” his breath tickles your ear as he sniffs at you, rumble in his voice as he begins to rub his stiffening cock against the fat of your ass.

“Better?” You breath the question, spreading your thighs enough that you can grind back against him. While you don't fully understand, you're not about to let the warmth that's sparking in your belly.

“When I picked you months ago,” Johnny breathes between tracking kisses along your jaw, “knew you were it fer me when they gave me yer scent sample. Take this fuckin' thing off, bonnie, lemme bite you 'n' breed you 'n' give you everythin' you want.”

Maybe you are like every omega, pleased to be chosen by a big alpha who can pick you up like you're nothing, fuck you full. What's wrong with that?

You're fingers pull desperately at your collar, trying to work it loose as fast as you can.

[sable-skies]

current w.i.p. headshots for the voice headcanon video! these aren't guaranteed to be final since at one point i started drooping and realized how tired i was so, yknow, by the morning i'll probably redo half of these.

also started pumping personal headcanons into each one of these, so they arent gonna be super accurate / on model with the LU references. i would love to talk about my silly thoughts but its 1 AM and I work at 7, so. eahaha.

wild, sky, warriors and time will come soon i prommy

[yikesb3rg]

he lives don't worrey

[hyewka]

i once saw a nsfw Reddit or something talking about how the user and his gf tried aphrodisiac chocolate and he fucking passed out from the pleasure and woke up to his gf still using him… i think about it a lot

anon youre responsible for getting me completely off track because this is sooooooooo hot now i literally cant stop thinking about beomgyu who’s under aphrodisiacs fuckkkkk😭😭😭😭😭😭

imagine gyu accidentally eating them just because you misplaced and hadn’t labeled the ziplog, so when you come back from the bathroom to continue your movie marathon, you see your previously very much normal-not horny boyfriend frantically, manically jerking off, letting out sinister moans an whines you’re surprised you hadn’t heard it when you were in the bathroom- it takes you by total surprise because you’re sure five minutes ago he was totally fine… when you hesitantly walk closer to the couch, hes a mess hoodie ruined with his dried load, his jaw slack letting his drool dribble from the ends of his mouth…god he looked like a total slut. you ignore what shoots down between your legs and dryly laugh—he doesn’t even know you’re here. “babe?”

his eyes shoot open, but even then they’re cloudy, so clearly out of it and heavy lidded. dumbly he manages to babble even as he fails to stop jacking off, moaning wantonly. “k-..ng-kiss me—kiss-” imagine he sounds even dumber with his lisp coming out, just talking with his tongue out like a dog 😞

beomgyu’s desperate but never this desperate. somethings not clicking. but does it matter? you’ve already basically drenched your panties seeing him like this-but you don’t even get to process too much before he erupts, twitching cock semen shooting up in the air and some of it lands on your feet. imagine just being shell shocked of the cum on your feet that you dont even notice the man jumping up before practically engulfing you, kissing your neck in hot frenzy and you’re just taken by complete surprise at how strongly he reacts to…everything. imagine that when you reciprocate, pressing your lips against his just as eagerly as he came onto you, hes trembling under you, not even being able to kiss back properly, its like his mind was completely shut off for sex, and thats when it clicks. the chocolate.

you’re on his lap and he’s quite literally frying, hips bucking with no thought or rhythm like a dog in heat, when you look back to the coffee table to see your ziplog completely emptied your eyes widen. “pay attention..hah..p-pay attention to me” he mumbles as he feverishly presses wet kisses all over your skin, how can you turn from him any longer?

lol but imagine he passes out just like that reddit guy bcs of a little grinding and kissing and hes all sweaty and dirty and a complete mess.. will be taking pictures of his fucked out face for sure with his hair sticking out and all over the place & his cheeks flushed that would be the sexiest thing ever

[0kame-san]

I am actually making a short comic right now!

The line drawings are finally done and I am excited to color it. But little scared because coloring is the hardest step for me...✍️😭

[th3e-m4ng0]

mango do u have a transformers oc???? u should if not

i guess i have sunny and this guy. do sonas count as ocs tho

[my313]

wedding gift 💍 choi beomgyu [wip preview]

mdni 18+ only / cw: degradation, mentions of collaring, implied filming and photographing, humiliation, husband!beomgyu, dom!beomgyu, wife!reader

lmk if anyone wants to be tagged for the full thing!!

with beomgyu fully-dressed and lounging comfortably on the vanity chair, twisting the strap of his camera on one hand and drinking in the most vulnerable sight of you — you’re like prey handed over prettily on a silver platter, for him to pick apart and devour. 

“crawl to me.” 

“w-what?” an absurd request. something that should have rung the alarm bells in your mind and have your gears turning the other way around. instead, your thighs clench together in effort to hide your growing arousal. you’re washed over with both desire and shame

the corner of beomgyu’s lip quirks up seeing your face contort into nothing shy of a pet being scolded by its owner—bashful, blushing, quivering—in spite of doing nothing but talking down on you.

beomgyu throws his head back, throat deliciously protruding for your viewing as his laugh resonates in the gap between you two.

the sight of you shrinking into yourself, embarrassed to admit that you enjoy his orders, all his humiliating demands, has him throbbing painfully in his slacks. if you weren’t so adamant on avoiding your husband’s watchful gaze, you’d have noticed his own arousal by now. he tries to appear as controlled as he could, trying to ignore how constricting his underwear felt against his length, or the mess threatening to ruin his dress pants.

“maybe we should’ve brought the collar,” another tsk. your unmoving figure has beomgyu moving to the edge of the cushioned seat, legs spread and foot tapping expectantly. “did my baby want to be dragged crying instead? you like being a bitch on a leash, sweet thing?” pressing your buttons as he probes further. 

his lips purse mockingly, brows scrunched and eyes squinted in disagreement. “aw, don’t get all shy on me now!” his pitch goes up, exaggerating reactions in favour of seeing you crumble. “be a good little wife..” he flicks his chin towards you, gesturing for you to move.

“..and crawl.”

[matcha-binz]

Muse. (teaser)

The newly arrived painting captures your attention as the archivist of the local museum. But, as you investigate further, you discover a secret that no one was supposed to know. Panicking, you run from the scene in a daze, trying to hide what you have witnessed. Before you could even realize, you were stopped from your trance by a suspicious individual. To your horror, it was none other than the secret himself. the muse of the oil painting stood right before you, looking into your eyes with a gaze too human.

Genre . Suspense, fantasy, romance, fluff

pairing . Prince!beomgyu x museum worker!reader

wc . N/A

note . Erm… oops. I’ve been gone for a while now… tehe. Anyways I’m back with this wip. Idk when it will be released, probably at the start of September, hopefully !

As your hands trace the intricate, gold framing of the painting, your eyes cant help but wander back to his deep, honey hued ones. This one is different.

The brush strokes that combine together to make his eyelids, the thin lashes that look as if they were painted each individually, and the deep, oak colored hair that rest around the golden crown adorning the head. And his lips, so carefully painted the exact shade of the pink carnations that he held. His attire is something a tad too simple for a prince to wear — a plain ruffled tunic, fading to a light beige — a popular clothing choice from this time, you observe.

It’s hard to imagine someone to be this beautiful. But at the same time, this oil painting seems to be waiting for the moment to just come to life. The furrowing of your brows do not go unnoticed by Taehyun, as he observes your reaction from the doorway.

“It took some time for it to arrive here-“ a graceful smile paints his face. “… I’m glad you like it” he chuckles, his laugh echoing off the dim lighted walls at your speechless form.

It takes a good second for you to snap out of your awe struck trance, stuttering a flustered respond for your coworker, who only smiles as you do so. “L-like it…? Taehyun, I’m like- “ you sigh. “I… I can’t believe this.. “

with an airy laugh — that was more of a half gasp — you turn over your shoulder to look into his eyes. “This can’t be… is this… the original copy?”

your eyes widen as he slowly nods his head. Your teeth nip on your lower lip as you struggle to keep in your excitement, the hand that rested on the gold frame of the painting jitters and twitch as you tuck it back in your cardigan pocket, and the smile that etched onto your face, you knew that it wasn’t coming off anytime soon.

“Well, I’ll trust this relic to you then” he states, shooting you a farewell smile and shutting the wooden door behind him. As he leaves you in the room, the sun has completely set behind the horizon and leaves darkness scattered in the sky. the clock strikes 8.

With one last glance at the painting, taking in all of its beauty, you take a step back, letting out a small yelp nearly tripping over a pile of old books that was probably left by taehyun as well. Lovely. A sigh leaves your lips as you crouch to take pick them up, blowing away the dust as you walk towards your desk that sits facing the wall.

“All right, then. Let’s get you in the system…” you idly mutter to yourself as you turn on the computer, the soft sound of the whirring fills the room, reminding you of just how old this computer is. As you quickly punch in the pin, you take note of saving up for a new desktop, this old one takes too long to load, to your dismay.

You right click onto the program to record the the addition to the museum gallery. Most of the gallery consists of old relics from important time periods to relics and art from before technology existed. You have always found these works to be exceptionally beautiful, the timelessness of these objects made by the talented artists are not to be forgotten by those who truly appreciate art.

Same goes for this painting, you think as you enter the description and the room it shall be placed in. But as the cursor hovers over the ‘name’ section, you hum as you try to rack your brain for the name of this piece.

“Hm… What was your name again..?” You say, to no one in particular as you glance back at the painting that stood still in the middle of the room, the dim lighting shining off the gold frame. Your brow raises as you tilt your head. Did you move it to the center before? The memory doesn’t appear immediately, but you deduce that you probably did.

And with a shrug, you turn back to the glowing screen, letting out a theatrical sigh.

”You may address me as prince Choi, ”

-

[shizunitis]

(ignoring canon in favour of satisfying my own cravings)

when luo binghe is sleeping and not actively hiding it, the demon mark is almost invisible, kind of like a faded scar. when he’s feigning sleep to see what shen qingqiu would do, it glows as usual—a dead giveaway, which somehow mr. cunning demon lord protagonist doesn’t realise.

shen qingqiu, however, does realise. from the first time it happens, in fact. he pretends he doesn’t so he can ‘reinforce binghe’s confidence’ and help treat the poor man’s abandonment issues by cuddling him and petting his hair.

it’s totally not because the heavenly pecs are extremely comfortable and he loves his silly husband, of course. that would be cheesy and unbecoming of an esteemed master such as he. this is for binghe’s sake, and we’d all do well to remember that.

[elllisaaa]

ELI'S WIPS

WON THE GAME - JAKE S. -> continuation of lost the game

-> new bf!jake x fem!reader, college au

SUMMARY : your relationship with jake is still fairly new, and some adjustments need to be made : the way too many guys still try to flirt with you when you go to parties together, or the way jake hasn't tried to initiate anything more than a few kisses since your first time. you might need to start a new game to discover the truth.

WAR OF HEARTS - H. HYUNJIN

-> duke!hyunjin x duchess!reader ft. bff!felix, bridgerton au

SUMMARY : you thought that exchanging letters with your best friend in secret would be smart, but the day someone else starts to answer you, you rethink your life choices. and with your mind already occupied with the bals your mother drags you to, and the way she tries to get you with hyunjin - the duke you can't stand - everything feels way more complicated than it should have been.

NOT SO DUMB - C. BEOMGYU -> continuation of are you dumb, dumb, dumb ?

-> academic rival!beomgyu x fem!reader, college au

SUMMARY : after your "encounter" with beomgyu in the library, you make it your life mission to avoid him. but you cannot run away from your problems for too long, and when beomgyu calls you late at night, wasted, you can't leave him to die in front of a bar. however, you did not expect the way it would change your perception of him.

TOUGH LOVE - L. HEESEUNG

-> bff's brother!heeseung x fem!reader, smau

SUMMARY : you and your brother jay had always been very close to each other, and thus, you knew his best friend heeseung very well too. when you left for college, you didn't keep contact with him, and it made it the perfect opportunity to push away the little crush you always had on him. though, heeseung being the first person you stumble on just after coming back to your hometown for a while after your graduation, it feels like a sign. good or bad, you're yet to find out.

[tempfrangit]

giving thanks

Simon x F!Reader, 141 x F!Reader, 503 count, 18+ summary: An American your whole life until work brought you to England, Thanksgiving was your favorite holiday. Your boyfriend cements that for you. content: suddenly open relationship, allusions to female receiving oral sex? (essentially heavy petting but I have anxiety) banners by @/cafekitsune

When you'd moved to England it had been a little embarrassing to let on that you actually missed Thanksgiving. You'd always had a big family, and it was the one time a year that you might see a cousin that lived across the country and catch up. You knew you had to get better at communicating on your own (and boy did living in an entirely different country make you learn that), but back then it had been the sure time. So you kept it all locked inside, calling your parents and sibling, but the time difference making it hard, the distance really showed itself for the first time.

Which is why you're shy when you broach the topic to your boyfriend, your second year together and almost fourth away from home.

Simon simply asks if it can be you both and the lads so the apartment wouldn't be packed, looking up from the game as he seems to sense how much this means to you. You kiss the corner of his lips as you thank him, briefly letting your forehead rest against his temple as you wonder how you got so lucky. You'd wanted it to be the five of you, unsure about letting all of your friends into your shared apartments at the same time and almost making yourself dizzy thinking about the amount of cleaning that would have to be done for that. But Captain Price, Kyle, and Johnny were perfect. Family over for a nice meal.

You hadn't even put together that you were the meal until the lads arrived.

Simon's mitts cradled your hips as he slotted himself snugly against your back, fingertips grazing the bottom edge of your dress's skirt. Johnny takes the opportunity to grope your ass in greeting as he grins about finally getting to have a taste of what's got ol Ghostie so soft.

– Let's see the pretty kitty –

You whine to Simon that he's got to take the turkey out of the oven as John holds you still and open on the couch, clothed thighs keeping your legs spread as Kyle eases your panties down. In response your lovely boyfriend affirms that he knows and you can hear the clatter of movement in the kitchen before all of your attention is taken by the breath against your bare pussy, parted and showing how wet you are.

Johnny whistles low, leaning over Kyle's shoulder, fingers looping through the taller man's pockets to be as close as possible.

“Hey, hey, hey, Gaz gets first, Soap,” the deep voice of Captain Price rumbles behind you, sending sparks straight to your core. You flush with the realization that they'd discussed this beforehand, hips rocking mindlessly before there is a tut of disapproval. “Oh, none o' that, luv, 's about giving thanks, innit? And we'll be showing you our thanks for making Si less of a sourpuss. Go on, Gaz, show 'er.”

He licks a hot strip up your quivering hole.

“Yes, sir.”

Oh god, you loved Thanksgiving.

[sable-skies]

alas i am a cog in the capitalism machine and have work soon....... but i finished twilight before that so here's his side-profile plus some notes

and by "canon twilight" i mean canon LU twilight! :0c

(btw legend is the king of calling twilight by weird dog names. he thinks it's funny, and twilight humors him.)

[anbaisai]

no context preview of the most jealous man on earth

[lost-family]

Sharing a small snippet wip! Currently halfway through sketching the chapter pages, kofi members get to see the first 16 pages sketched out of the chapter! Hoping I get to post the other half soon

[seirindono]

Writing comics be like