#working on it just feels like banging my head on a wall

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩

pairing: slightly subby chan x gn reader (it’s not daddy!chan? ooooh who is she?)

genre: smut

warnings: oral (m.receiving), semi public, reader is called baby, unedited

an: what is this? idk. i just wrote it, right now, in like 10 minutes. needed to get the thoughts out of my head. did it help? no. ngl, lowkey inspired by this second pic. no i will not be explaining further.

masterlist • kofi

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“baby, what’re you—“

he was shocked as you knelt before him, hurriedly unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down his thighs. you palmed him through his underwear, excited.

“baby there are people in the next room over.” he warned. “the guys.. these walls are thin.”

you didn’t care. let the guys hear you. all you were concerned with at this point, was having him in your mouth.

“we really can’t—“ he tried to reason with you, but his words were cut short as you pressed your lips to his clothed erection. you kissed and licked and ran your teeth along his covered shaft. you needed him so bad you lost sense of yourself and just started nuzzling your face into the fabric.

you were drooling, his underwear practically soaked through. “baby.. please—“ he whispered. and you weren’t sure if he was begging you to stop, or begging you to keep going. you looked up at him and his worried expression kept flashing between you kneeling between his knees and the door. he knew this was wrong. knew that you both could get caught. but he was losing his rational thinking the more you rubbed against him.

you hooked your fingers around the elastic of his boxers and pulled. the material slid down his thighs and his cock sprang free. you wasted no time and immediately attached your lips to his length, your tongue caressing the large vein that ran from his balls to his tip.

you took him in your hand, holding him next to your face and planting little kisses up and down. “you.. want me to stop?” you asked.

chris’ knuckles were white as he clung to the arms of the chair. “we- we could get caught.” he said, breathless.

you slowly took his tip in between your lips, gently sliding your tongue through his slit. “but i want to suck you soo bad..” you said, giving him your best doe eyes and soft voice. “can i suck your cock? please?”

you stroked him lightly, turning your attention to his balls, softly sucking one into your mouth. his head fell back, his mouth open. “fuck—“ his voice cracked. “o—okay.”

you flattened your tongue against the underside of his cock and slowly licked a stripe from base to tip. once at the top, you took all of him into your mouth, gagging around his length. he could feel your breath against the small hairs at the base of his cock, could feel your throat contracting around his tip, could feel your spit dripping down his balls. his hands twitched, wanting so bad to be tangled in your hair, pushing you further down, forcing you take more of him.

your hands gripped his bare thighs as you worked him, making a mess of the fabric of his desk chair underneath.

“baby..” he whined. “baby.. fuck.”

his left hand balled into a fist, banging against the arm rest, trying his best to contain himself. he needed to be quiet. but all he wanted to do was moan and cry and whimper for you. wanted to tell you how good you were making him feel. but all he said was, “gonna- gonna cum.” his voice was high pitch and breathy, the sound almost watery as he held back tears of pleasure.

your hands found their way under his shirt, your fingertips toying with the ridges of hard muscle. gripping his abdominals, you took his cock as far as you could down your throat.

with a broken whimper of your name, he released down your throat and you swallowed every drop greedily. you made sure not to miss a single bit, even licking your lips afterwards.

you pulled his underwear back up, along with his pants, securing the button. you stood and attempted to fix his hair from poking up every which way. you kissed his forehead. “alright.” you announced. “back to work. there’s an album to finish.”

he looked at you, dumbfounded. his eyes wide and glassy, almost like a puppy. “but what about you?” he asked, still catching his breath from his orgasm.

“i’m okay, channie.” you kissed him one more time before heading for the door. “helping you get off like that is enough to satiate me.” you smiled at him, opening the door and giving him a little wave as you exited. “i love you. i’ll see you at home.”

the door clicked shut behind you and chan slowly turned to his computer, blinking slowly, trying to get the words to come into focus.

♡ pls reblog if you liked it! it truly helps a lot and makes me smile :) ♡

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[feelo-fick]

I. I. IM. I. HELLO?????????? HELLO. EXCUSE ME. HOLY SHIT. WHAT THE FUCK. (<- POSITIVE)

oh yeah addendum to my tags in that poll, it makes more sense if i put it this way : he'd run that shit like the navy at FIRST, and be super wound up about keeping everything in check, but as his sanity starts slipping his plans do as well. you know when a deadline gets closer and closer and you start frantically using whatever the first thing you think of is, and then in hindsight youre like "why did i make that decision??" thats what i feel like it is. like... panic/anxiety clouds the mind and makes you do stupid things. same thing with overconfidence. euphoria. lust. desperation. et cetera. decisions made in a short time limit/relying on instinct and feeling are often not the best

[littleblondesoprano]

I'm at the point in creation where I want to work on it - I really do - but if I look at it one more time I will become physically ill.

[rileys-battlecats]

i really gotta get better about listening to my own brain and needs when i'm making things. i've been working on a video and i'm almost finished (yippee!!), but drawing this One Specific Frame was giving me trouble. i could have just brute-forced my way through it and finalized the initial sketch, since it was relatively good enough. but instead i left it and took a day off from working on the project, let myself recharge, and came back to the sketch with fresh eyes today. and what do you know, my redrawn sketch today is WAY better! now, i can finalize that frame and be genuinely proud of it, instead of just powering through on something i was less than happy with.

i hadn't done any other art stuff that day when i couldn't get my sketches to look right, so letting myself stop and have a break from the project felt sort of "unearned" i guess. but it's just. what i needed! and the break did what i needed it to do; i was able to come back later and make something i could be proud of.

anyway i guess this is me saying that, if you're like me and have this weird morality-complex about letting yourself rest, it's ok to take breaks, even if you feel like you haven't "earned" one yet :)

[imjustexistingtbh]

*gripping the bathroom counter and staring into the mirror* i will not sink into another depressive episode i will not sink into another depressive episode i will not sink into another depressive episode

[mellotronmkll]

I neeeeed to work on my own music but I'm having way too much fun picking a new tmbg song to cover every day

[skitskatdacat63]

this video makes me want to sob and throw up and scream and cry and collapse onto the floor

[a-little-bit-poss]

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[camelspit]

grrr hate art

[cerealmonster15]

rrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAGGGGgggggghhfhfgfhjrrhrhhfhruddhdbdhfhfbrhrhduhtthtbfbfbfbr

[ankhisms]

bwuhhh i know im being way too hard on myself about my art but that doesnt make it any easier to get my brain to be nicer to myself

[serkonans]

it's funny bc I'm literally at a point where I may genuinely get the raise I've been a year overdue for and I'm making huge strides in terms of like. recognition at work. but I feel genuinely serious about potentially finding someplace else for the first time

[eggsistential-basket]

shit! fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuuuck may have put myself in a position where i could be taken advantage of. i have no idea. fuck

[shoveitevil]

thank you hunty schafer

[ratmanwalking]

How does one's inability to connect with ppl irl translate to being able to talk to others online asking for a.friend

[dumbbitchgalore]

Happy Wife, Happy Life 🤷🏽‍♀️ (🌽 Link)

Old Man!Price with a huge beer belly is always excited when you cook him a home cooked meal.

During his time in the SAS, John would absentmindedly fantasise about the bliss of domesticity. Of coming home to a well-loved house filled with knick-knacks with you giving John a soft smile while telling him that dinner will be on the table in a few.

Sometimes John tries to think about what religious good that he has ever done to have you in his life and he is fully convinced that domestic bliss does not exist without you in it. Pride and pity fills him up when he thinks about all the sad bastards out there who have never had the privilege of seeing you.

With all those years of training, he's developed some self restraint. He doesn't pounce straight away, wanting to take his sweet time with you.

John will sit in the living room watching you cook a hearty meal for the two of you, in your apron and not so cute pyjamas underneath which gives you such a wifely hue that he can never get over.

You plate dinner up and fix the dining table for dinner before you beckon him to sit down and eat. The mundanity of the conversation is what makes John's mind run a mile a minute. Having a beautiful wife, a delicious meal and talking about anything and everything that does relate to work. He can finally switch his mind off, he's away from the screams and shouts of the battlefield and is in the security of the four walls you share together,

Instead of the cries of the innocent and the ricochet of rockets banging in his eardrums, it's your sweet voice and loud laughs that echo in his ear like the melody of sirens. He's entranced and he only falls deeper. After dinner, John will help you clear the table, wash the dirty dishes and put away the leftovers for tomorrow's lunch.

You and John both walk to your bedroom and make your way to the en suite with John tailing behind you. Getting started with your nightly routine, he'll walk up behind you slowly yet purposefully, resting his hands on your hips before snaking his burly arms around your waist with your back flush against his chest, earning a chuckle from you. 

A searing kiss on your shoulder, making his way to the curve of your neck, licking and nipping. Your face begins to flush and feel hot. A quiet, content sigh leaves your lips as John nuzzles into your neck with one hand squeezing your tits occasionally pinching your nipple. 

“Come on, petal. The bed’s right there.” He’ll murmur against your skin like a lovesick puppy. 

You try to protest only to have John already tugging you away from the bathroom sink to the bed. He’ll push you into the bed, settling in between your thighs. John will look up, hungry, desperate and absolutely pathetic. Peppering your inner thigh with chaste kisses, he makes his way to your clothed cunt. 

“Been missing this good girl.” John buries his face into your cunt as it begins to soak your panties slightly. Groaning at the scent of you, he sucks on your panties. His saliva mixing with the arousal staining your panties. Eyes dilating as your soft mewls reverberate off the walls, John gets drunk of your noises. 

“Forgot to take Viagra, hun. It’s just my mouth and hands for the night.” He looks at you apologetically. 

You groan, hastily taking off your panties before shoving his face forcefully into your sopping pussy.

“More than enough, big bear.” A shudder gasp leaves your lips as John sucks on your clit, your thighs lock his head in place, pulling him even closer than before. 

Blissful domesticity. John’s addiction.