#this drawing was made during a very hard time

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𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚♡ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐨 𝐈𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 - Seungmin x FEM!Reader

cw: some cunty and kinky shit, very hard sex, best friends to lovers, very possessive and hard dom seungmin with a sweet trait (im sorry i love my minnie), bratty reader, you are really a whore, stripper reader, mention of alchool and jealousy, handcuff

sw: hair pulling, pinv, cunnilingus, oral (M! receving), orgasm denial, multiple orgasm, scratching, biting, marking, bit of blood cuz seungmin is very kinky bastard MDNI!

wc: 7k

synopsis: Financially, you are not doing well. In addition to your part-time job, you attend some clubs in the evenings in order to earn a little more money. You do not mind showing off, as you love receiving compliments from men and finding new partners with whom to engage in sexual intercourse in order to satisfy your sexual frustrations. Your closest friend, Seungmin, is unaware of these circumstances. Given his protective nature, it is likely that he would take extreme measures to protect you. One unexpected outcome of the situation is that the individual in question has become a possessive dominant. He unintentionally discovers the extent of your job. This results in a particularly harsh fuck between the two, during which he is merciless. Your initial perception of him was that of a kind and gentle individual. However, upon further reflection, it becomes evident that he is, in fact, a complex and intriguing character. His actions and demeanor often elicit a strong emotional response, including feelings of intense arousal and even physical sensations such as bleeding.

a/n: hiii, I'm writing this since the chanel event! I'm sorry if i take request so sloowly but it's exam ses. now! Hope you will like this, i had fun writing it 🫶🏻🩷 made especially for this cutie @chrizzztopherbang

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And yet another day at one of your numerous jobs. In recent times, you have been experiencing financial problems. These have included the payment of university fees, rent, groceries, bills and other essentials. In order to supplement your income, you were engaged in four different occupations: bartender, librarian, and after-school care every other day, and nightclub work on a nightly basis. Your friends were unaware of this aspect of your life, as discussing it caused you considerable embarrassment. Nevertheless, you did not feel any discomfort about it. The practice of tipping for additional services was beneficial, although not all men were agreeable. Some men were able to satisfy the sexual frustrations of the women with whom they engaged in such activities. At this juncture, you found yourself situated in the midst of a professional endeavour, assisting high school students in the enhancement of their GPAs. It is noteworthy that these students held a profound regard for you. Despite the exhaustion that inevitably accompanied the work, you found great satisfaction in your role. As you corrected the mathematics exercises of the esteemed Hana, an Anglo-Korean girl whom you held in high regard and who consistently presented you with exquisite drawings, you contemplated the future once you had completed your current task.

At nine o'clock, you were expected to arrive at one of the clubs in the centre of town for your customary performance. In addition to the attractive remuneration, this job offered another significant advantage: you had always been passionate about dancing, and this was the closest thing to it. However, you had had to cease dancing due to a lack of time and financial resources. Once you had completed the boys' homework and explained a few philosophical concepts and mathematical formulas, you retired to bed, seeking a little peace. Fortunately, the time was still six o'clock, allowing for a period of rest following an already exhausting day. You had studied for college in the morning, worked in the afternoon, and now, in a few hours, you would resume your night work. The peculiar absence of your best friend's customary appearance or telephone call had not yet occurred. At least, he was doing well. Seungmin was your best friend. He exhibited two distinct personas: during the day, he was a polite and affluent individual, displaying considerable intelligence and respect; at night, when he socialized with his friends, he became a kind of Don Giovanni heartthrob. It is undeniable that he possessed a certain allure.

He exhibited a high degree of protectiveness towards you, never allowing other men to be involved in your romantic life. Consequently, he was the first to be unaware of your secret occupation. It is difficult to speculate how he might have reacted, and it may have been for the best that he was not informed. If he ever discovered your secret, he would pursue the men you had been with one by one, and the outcome of this pursuit was uncertain. He would then turn his attention to you, delivering a lecture in a good-natured manner and possibly resorting to other forms of intimidation. Your best friend could instill a sense of fear in him, although he had not learned this from your experience but from that of Jisung, Seungmin's best friend, who had engaged in sexual intercourse with his boyfriend in the latter's car and had been discovered. You still recall his displeased demeanor, and you were disinclined to provoke him further.

However, your premature declaration of triumph was premature, as he had not telephoned but had arrived at your residence shortly before you were about to fall into a deep slumber. The most disconcerting aspect of the situation was the fact that, given that he had been your closest friend for several years, you had provided him with the keys to your apartment. Consequently, there was no need for you to even get up and go to open the door for him, since he had suddenly entered your room in his sports clothes. This was somewhat unexpected, given that he had previously expressed disinterest in the gym. He himself observed your perplexed expression regarding his unusual post-gym attire and appearance. "Good afternoon. Don't look me with such disdain, Changbin hyung is compelling Jisung and Felix and me to engage in training with him because he said that we're too thin," and you were overcome with mirth. The aforementioned ones were notably thin, comprising two endearing, little males with minimal musculature. They appeared to be little fairies, including Changbin, who appeared to possess an exaggerated musculature. Seungmin was considerably taller than the others and had broad shoulders. The image of him working out with them was amusing.

"It is funny to consider the prospect of you engaging in working out with them. It is similarly amusing to contemplate the idea of you engaging in sparring in general, given that you have historically disliked it," you concluded, making yourself comfortable and creating space for your friend to sit next to you on the bed. He gave you a friendly tap on the arm and pouted in a manner that was both endearing and characteristic of him. You had coined the term "Seungballons" to describe this particular pout, as it resembled a balloon. Furthermore, the addition of a kiss-shaped mouth gesture would invariably render one unconscious. You found this behaviour endearing, and it prompted you to engage in a reciprocal act of affection by kissing him on the cheeks. "Ugh, at the end I must concede that it is not without merit. It has been a long-standing thing, one that is difficult to notice due to my tendency to wear baggy clothing. However, I have gained a considerable amount of muscle mass. Look." He said, lifting up the shirts he was wearing, which caused you to be quite shocked since, yes, your friend had two pecs and a well-developed 6-pack. His physical appearance provoked a strong emotional response, yet he was your closest friend and you were unable to entertain such thoughts.

"You must inform Changbin that he has done an excellent job with you," you swallowed, making a feigned smile and drinking some water in an attempt to erase the image of your best friend's partially nude body from your mind – although you did not mind. "I shall do so, and I am grateful to you, my lady." "Tomorrow we're going to a club at night; would you like to come?" he inquired. You froze in your tracks, contemplating the possibility of being discovered. However, they typically did not frequent such places, so you were afforded a degree of protection if your luck did not turn against you. "I would like to inform you that I am unable to attend. I am engaged in a full day's work, and then I must prepare for an imminent exam. Nevertheless, I would be interested to know where you are going, if you do not mind me asking." "I'm uncertain. Binnie hyung informed us that he had discovered a new place and we were curious to learn more about it," Seungmin said thoughtfully, and you felt a sense of relief since you still had the opportunity to withdraw.

However, you were not convinced by your friend's distressed expression; you suspected he was concealing something. "Are you well, Min?" you enquired as you adjusted his bangs. "Yes, and I am concerned about the tastes of some of my hyungs, to be honest," he replied, leading you with him onto the bed and initiating a bout of tickling. That afternoon, your thoughts were not preoccupied with the information your friend had conveyed to you. Instead, you found yourself contemplating his toned, bare chest, devoid of clothing. You had not anticipated his physical attractiveness, particularly given his previous demeanor. You had become accustomed to his puppy-dog appearance, with its endearing, youthful features.

Consequently, you had not considered the possibility that he might have undergone training.

It was evident that the ensemble suited him. Seungmin already possessed broad shoulders, one of your vices being to lean on them whenever you watched a movie or went out. This was a habit that you had developed, but it was not a common occurrence. "Please do not change the subject. I am curious to know what are Changbin's tastes. I apologise for the interruption." You giggled, putting yourself back together. Seungmin blushed slightly, as he was not an innocent individual. His former partners had confirmed this to you, as they had discussed his sexual performance in great detail. However, he was ashamed to discuss certain topics in public or with you, given that you were his best friend. He considered you to be an innocent girl, which you were not. "Let us suppose that he has a penchant for strippers and nightclubs. That is all I am saying, and I am aware that it is a rather embarrassing topic."

He concluded by running a hand over his face, which made you chuckle under your breath.

"As if you had never observed a female without clothes." You made the assertion. Indeed, he had observed numerous instances of female nudity, including those of his romantic partners.

"Affirmative, but I was with them. I am not comparable to the hyung who partakes in adventurous pursuits with women who perform lap dances for him in nightclubs." Had he been aware of this, he would have realised that this was precisely what you did for a living. "You have never even considered fucking a woman you are not in a romantic relationship with and who is not your girlfriend?" you inquired, as you began to manipulate the fabric of his suit. "No, I am ... shy," he replied, biting his lip. He was regarded with a degree of disbelief.

"Are you shy?" you inquired, regarding him with an expression that even he, as your closest friend, could not interpret. "Indeed, I am shy," he replied, displaying a grimace and then playfully shoving you. "You're really peculiar, Kim Seungmin," you pushed him back and then initiated a tickling session, blushing when you felt how well-trained and well-sculpted he was under your touch. While it was not the first time you had touched a well-trained chest, Seungmin's was doing something to you. It is possible that this was due to the fact that he was your closest friend, or perhaps it was because he was distinct from the others you had encountered, or possibly because you were accustomed to seeing him consistently and exclusively as a thin individual with broad shoulders. 

It can be posited that, without intending to, you were becoming preoccupied with fantasies about Seungmin to an extent that was inappropriate. Not only had you been friends for years, but he was also one of your closest friends. Despite the fact that you found it difficult to erase certain images of him from your mind, you felt guilty about thinking of him in a certain way. It is also worth noting that your nighttime occupation presented certain challenges. It would be highly undesirable for one of your friends, particularly Seungmin, to become aware of your nocturnal activities. Upon reflection, Seungmin had mentioned attending a nightclub. If he encountered you on duty at one of the clubs where you were a regular, your situation would be untenable. It is unclear how Seungmin perceived you, but it is unlikely that he viewed you as a dancer in one of the clubs that your best friend's best friend held in high regard.

He suddenly inquired as to what attire he should wear, which prompted you to regard him with a degree of disquietude. Your best friend was known to exhibit eccentricities on occasion. "Excuse me, but do I appear to be an expert on nightclubs?" you inquired, your tone indicating a certain anxiety. "No, but as a woman, you might possess the requisite knowledge to dress me in a manner that would impress," he replied, almost shyly, though his demeanor belied his true feelings. "So my dear Min wants to impress some girl?" you inquired, playfully pinching his cheek as you laughed. He regarded you with a look of displeasure. "I am a male, and I have not fucked for several months. I have certain needs. It is undoubtedly challenging for me to refrain from emotional connection during fucks by the way. However, I am unable to resist certain urges. Perhaps at the conclusion of the night, I may be able to elicit a favorable response from someone." he articulated this in a low voice, his hands covering his face. "Are you truly stating that you wish to fuck while being shy Kim Seungmin?" You laughed in his face for the umpteenth time. "What do you want? It would appear that you don't actually fuck since a considerable period of time." He tousled your hair, but watching your expression closely, he reciprocated with a confused one, to say the least.

The issue was that you lacked the ability to lie effectively, particularly in the context of deceiving him. Consequently, you frequently exhibited peculiar facial expressions that he was able to discern with remarkable clarity. "Oh my God, fuck! You fucked with someone and did not inform me of this?" he inquired, his facial expression indicating a greater degree of anger than offense. "That is not true. You are merely imagining these events," you replied, attempting to maintain a neutral expression. "Indeed, you did. You fucked and did not tell me about it. You are aware that you cannot lie to me, Y/N," he said, biting his lip with an expression that was both serious and intense. The atmosphere had become noticeably more intense, with a tangible sense of unease and tension. You were in a compromising situation and had placed yourself in a vulnerable position. You could have been certain that you felt the first drops of perspiration forming on your face. However, you were compelled to terminate the discussion before he reached the crux of the matter. The most expedient course of action was to acknowledge the occurrence, albeit in a circumscribed manner. "It did happen on a few occasions when I was drunk, but it was not a regular occurrence," you stated, attempting to provide a concise account. Nevertheless, he was not inclined to inquire about the incident in question.

"On only a few occasions when you were drunk? Are you insane? What if something had happened to you?" There was the protective Seungmin you wished to avoid. After all, you were grateful for his concern and lack of complaints, yet at times it became unbearable. "Nevertheless, it didn't happen. I am sufficiently mature and prudent to comprehend the implications of my actions, Seungmin," you stated, indicating him with a finger as if to admonish him. "Yes, I am aware of this, but I am concerned about your well-being," he said, grasping your arm and then taking a bite. It can be described as a unique form of affection with which he was expressing his apology to you. "I am aware, Seung, but don't concern yourself; I am fully cognizant of my actions," you smiled at him, taking his face in one hand and placing a kiss on his forehead. "You should return home, as you are in a rather stinking state, Mr. Gym," you playfully admonished him by catching a light tap on the shoulder before he departed your domicile.

The workday was set to be quite lengthy.

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You were profoundly distressed, experiencing considerable discomfort throughout your body. At work the previous night, you were compelled to work an extended overtime shift (for which you were only compensated half of the usual rate). This resulted in a complex set of experiences, including physical pain and a substantial financial reward. You had been obliged to engage in sexual intercourse with two individuals, a task which you found disagreeable, particularly given the lack of excitement involved. However, the remuneration was satisfactory and you did not express any significant discontent. You were aware that the nature of the work was not equitable, yet you found it necessary and on occasion utilised it as a means of alleviating certain cravings. Fortunately, you had acquired the ability to feign an orgasm, which you employed on some occasions, such as yesterday. At the time, you were situated in your bed, surrounded by books for your imminent exam and, in a few hours, you would be required to attend your morning work.

That night, despite your best efforts, you were obliged to attend a club in the centre of town. You had completely forgotten that Changbin was going to take Seungmin and the others to a club in the downtown area, which could very well have been the one you were on duty at that night. However, you had not considered this possibility and your mind was so preoccupied that it kept slipping away. Thus, you were preparing for your exam in a discreet manner, unaware that that night presented the optimal opportunity for you to meet your closest friend, who was likely to be visibly distressed. You would be performing your duties that afternoon, and you hoped that the number of customers would be relatively low, given your limited mobility.

The mere anticipation of returning to work that night provoked a profound sense of distress. It was your hope that no one would request private shows or the other activities that you sometimes found disagreeable. The sole desire was to rest and awaken in a pool of wealth. You arose listlessly to prepare your lunch. It was not feasible to combine work and rest in such a manner, so it was necessary for you to take analgesics and vitamins.

Subsequently, you found yourself engaged in the preparation and service of smoothies and ice cream at your customary café. Your daily routine proceeded as usual. What was not foreseen was the presence of your closest friend at the table you were scheduled to serve. One might inquire as to whether they should not have been preparing for their evening activities. One is prompted to inquire as to the nature of their collective enterprise in a café a few hours before their nightclubbing. You expressed your displeasure at the owner's suggestion that you should hasten to serve the aforementioned table, and furthermore, you were unable to evade the situation, as Seungmin was aware that this was a table that was allotted to you and consistently sat there with the intention of being served.

After a prolonged period of contemplation, you approached them. "Good evening,shouldn't you be getting ready for your clubbingnight ?" you said, your tone sarcastic. Your friend smiled at you and pinched your side. You were inclined to flee. "Jisung is unable to consume alcohol unless he has consumed a meal or a smoothie beforehand," Felix informed him, which elicited a disdainful gaze from the latter. "It is not advisable to consume alcohol with an empty stomach." The boy offered a rationale for his actions, stating that alcohol is absorbed into the bloodstream at a faster rate and that the effects of inebriation are more pronounced. "Is this not the meaning behind frequenting nightclubs? Furthermore, who informed you of this? Your esteemed professor?" the older boy inquired in jest. You regarded them with a peculiar expression, and Seungmin proceeded to elucidate the matter: Jisung had a somewhat unconventional relationship with one of his university professors, characterised by frequent flirtation. "I must respectfully disagree. Minho is a very good teacher," he countered, blushing. Your facial expression was unmistakable. "You are now addressing him by his first name as well," he observed, prompting a general outburst of mirth, particularly the adorable blush on Jisung's chubby cheeks.

"So what can I get for you?" you inquired, cutting the conversation short in order to take their orders and extricate yourself from your friend's company. You were particularly keen to avoid the question of your friend, who would undoubtedly invite you to the evening event.

You had only been present for a few minutes when you observed Seungmin casting furtive glances in your direction and his friends teasing him about something you did not comprehend. It was not known to you that they were teasing him about the fleeting glances he was sending you. "Seungmin, did you notice that you are eating her with your eyes?" inquired Felix, appropriating the cherry from his milkshake. "That is incorrect," he replied, taking a sip from his glass. "Indeed, it is. One might suggest that you ask her out," the blonde continued. "That would be an unusual and somewhat awkward situation, and then I believe she may be involved in a nocturnal affair, or perhaps even a series of them," he said, lowering his head. "And you are jealous! "Which then leads to the question of whether that is what you wish to do tonight," inquired Changbin. "Be silent. It is possible that I am, in fact, jealous. "

The observed behaviour was merely the incessant movement of the lips in an attempt to evade the source of discomfort as soon as possible. Fortunately, the group departed twenty minutes later, and Seungmin offered you a brief kiss on the cheek. This prompted further mirth among his small group of friends, which led you to become increasingly suspicious. Your sole concern was to avoid encountering them in the nightclub where you were on duty that evening. This was your intention since yesterday, precisely since your closest friend informed you of it. Your anxiety regarding the aforementioned issue was greater than your concern about your inability to dance effectively due to the discomfort from the previous night.

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In the midst of your preparations for the imminent show, you were compelled to hastily change your attire. Fortunately, you had already completed your make-up. The evening attire was of a revealing nature, and the dance was expected to be of a vigorous nature. It was therefore hoped that the wearer would not become unwell. Your colleague entered your dressing room and informed you that you were scheduled to perform shortly, prompting you to commence your customary stage performance for adolescent males and middle-aged men.

The only individuals absent were those whom you had anticipated would be present at the club. The only discernible difference was that they observed you, observed you with particular interest, particularly your closest friend, who opened his eyes wide as he consumed no less than two shots in the space of three minutes. "What is she doing there?" he enquired, his fists clenched as he fixed his gaze upon you. "I am sure that there must be an explanation, and perhaps she did not tell you in order to prevent you from worrying," said Jisung, grasping his shoulders behind Changbin, as Seungmin appeared to be on the verge of exploding. "She is undeniably attractive," the shorter individual observed, prompting a withering gaze from the younger one. "Hyung, I strongly advise you not to make any advances towards her. It is already difficult enough for me to refrain from picking her up from the stage, but I assure you that as soon as she leaves for the dressing room, I will not allow her to get away from me." He proceeded to down another shot of vodka.

It is regrettable that upon concluding your nightly performance, another individual followed you into the dressing room and you failed to perceive the presence of Seungmin, who was positioned directly behind you and had abruptly issued a silent threat. Such was the extent of the incident that, upon turning around, you suffered a stroke and lost the ability to speak. Your situation was indeed veryscrewed. "Seungmin, I can-" you were abruptly interrupted and led to your dressing room, where he seated you on your personal table. His gaze was one of intense desire, imbued with the combined effects of alcohol and rage. You had never observed him in such a state. "Explain ? What precisely do you wish to explain to me? Explain to me how you have been selling your body without ever having informed me of this?" He said, grasping your waist. This should not have aroused you.

"I am experiencing financial difficulties, and this is the only occupation that offers a satisfactory remuneration," you stated in your defence. "I am indifferent to the matter. I could have provided assistance." You are my property, okay? It is not permissible for anyone to touch you, Y/N." He then proceeded to kiss you with considerable passion and force. This was a source of considerable distress for you, as it deviated from your expectations of the situation. Although you were experiencing a certain degree of pleasure, the situation remained somewhat unusual. His hands were of considerable size and appeared to be an appropriate instrument for caressing. "Why not? Who determined that I am yours?" you inquired in a teasing manner. At this juncture, the situation became increasingly amusing for you as well. "I do now I must erase the memory of that unsanitary contact before I had the opportunity to do so," he whispered in your ear before reaching down into the hollow of your neck and allowing you to ingest the substance. "Seungmin, my legs are fatigued. I am unable to walk," you informed him, indicating your own limitations. "There are numerous other ways to satisfy our mutual desires, and we will address this particular issue at a later time." Furthermore, I am . While I wish to destroy you, I would never take advantage of a woman in this state. It is remarkable that he remained in character as the usual Seungmin knight.

"What do you intend to do in my dressing room?" you inquired, observing as he bent down between your thighs, slipping the suit you had worn for the evening. "I am not certain. I am experiencing a craving, if I may be so bold as to say so." He smiled. That young man, whom you had previously considered to be a potential danger to your sanity. He considered your body to be aesthetically pleasing. He commenced another voracious and ardent kiss. His hands descended in a sweeping motion, tracing a path down your body, cupping your thighs and gradually rising to your buttocks, which he grasped firmly in a vice-like grip. "Your beauty is such that it is unconscionable to wait any further. I want you and I want to play a little," Seungmin stated with a sneer in his voice. He then relocated you to the small sofa, with the instruction to straddle his body. He proceeded to kiss your neck, leaving a series of marks. It was inevitable that he would bite you, as this was a habit of his, apparently. You had learned this from his exes. He was biting you to let you know you were his, biting you until you bled and licking away the mess he was making. This aroused you to a considerable extent. He smiled, indicating that he understood. You were in a state where he was able to act in any way he desired. No other person had ever caused you to feel such an intense sensation of arousal.

"Look at you, you are ready for me to do anything I wish with you." He was unaware of this fact as well.

The young man moved in closer to you, initiating a further passionate kiss as he cupped the back of your neck with one hand and used another to caress your intimacy. The movements were initially slow, but soon accelerated, with your best friend removing your panties and rapidly caressing your clitoris. Once he had become tired, he commenced a lengthy series of kisses on your inner thighs. He then proceeded to grasp your thighs and bring them to his shoulders. He then began to leave kisses on your vagina. "Please do not wait any longer," you said, and Seungmin laughed, then began to lick your cunt in a long, slow motion. He cupped your ass as he massaged them. You had been waiting for that moment since he had laid his thin, large hands on your waist the day before.

"Seungmin, please..." you almost implored him, before arching your back in a series of involuntary gasps, clinging to the back of the sofa as much as you could. You looked at him, pushing yourself harder against his face, craving more and more. He laughed as he observed the reactions he was provoking in you with each of his touches, which only served to intensify his desire to possess you. He grinned as he continued what he had initiated. His hands were firmly harpooned in your bottom and thanks to the pleasure you were experiencing, you had thrown your head back. He laughed again as his tongue continued its work. He found the taste of you on his taste buds to be particularly delicious, sending him into a state of intense pleasure. He was profoundly and passionately in love with you, with every aspect of your being. His nose came into contact with your pubes as a result of the depth of penetration achieved with his tongue. He was enjoying himself to a considerable extent, as evidenced by your moans and the pulling of strands of his hair. Seungmin was not displeased by this aspect of your behaviour; indeed, he found it erotic in a particular way. He smiled as his tongue explored your cavity in slow, circular motions, designed to drive you to a state of ecstasy. Seungmin was mutely enjoying the experience. His sole objective was to ensure your enjoyment. His hands moved to the sides of your thighs, which he struck with resounding slaps. He derived pleasure from leaving his marks, but he would never do anything to harm you; he worshipped you.

Subsequently, his hands moved in a circular motion, grasping your thighs and placing them on your shoulders. His mouth had previously been in contact with your clitoris, but had now moved to sink his teeth into your inner thigh. He derived pleasure from leaving his imprints on you. No one was permitted to touch his woman; you were his and, furthermore, only his. You belonged to him. From his boot emerged a pocketknife, the purpose of which was unclear. However, before this could be determined, he took your labia majora between his teeth and pulled them towards him, pressing them against his mouth in order to suck your clitoris. This was done in a manner that was reminiscent of sucking a straw. He then proceeded to draw a thin line with the blade of the pocketknife, which drew a streak of blood, all the way to your mound. This was driving you to a state of considerable excitation. He withdrew from your vulva, reaching up to begin his work, and began to lick the warm crimson-coloured liquid that was gradually leaking from the wound. Furthermore, the moans of pain and pleasure that you emitted drove him to a state of unparalleled ecstasy. The sensation of your mouth on his own was more fulfilling than any other experience. He proceeded to suck the blood that was dripping from the wound, which resulted in the formation of additional lesions on his breasts, around his nipples, in his groin, and next to his navel. This merely precipitated his orgasm. Furthermore, when he inserted two fingers into your oral cavity, which was already open, he proceeded to stimulate your tongue. "Look at you..., my submissive slut," and smiled.

He sneered as he took your face between his fingers. The painting depicted you in a blood-soaked state. After a brief interval, he withdrew his fingers and proceeded to stimulate your orifice by alternately inserting and withdrawing his digit. This action was performed in a manner that elicited a profound sensation of arousal. Seungmin was intrigued by the prospect of  fucking you at that moment. "What is your desire, my princess?" "Not that you are in a position to do much in this state," he said, laughing, in reference to his fingers being inside you. "I want to touch you," you whispered, your voice hoarse from the non-stop moaning. "You can do better than that," he winked, then pulled away from you and sat you down on your side, standing up, taking off his pants and sitting by your side. You stood frozen for a while at the sight of its length; it was big and compact. You had never seen one like it before.

"I see you are pleased with it, princess," he said, bringing your face close to his. You had completely perceived what he desired to accomplish. You were fully conscious of his intentions. You were rendered incapable of uttering any further words, as if his imposing stature had rendered you in a state of trance. He then proceeded to rub the tip of his member against your lips, seemingly in a teasing manner. It was not difficult for you to open your lips and initiate contact with the glans. Subsequently, you proceeded to suck the tip and then ran your tongue along the entire circumference and veins. You stimulated the testiculi with your hands, causing him to emit a hoarse moan. When you proceeded to insert him fully into your mouth, until you reached the uvula, you emitted a moan, which caused his member to tremble. This elicited a shrill moan from him. "Fuck, baby like that." He stated that by grabbing your hair and then fucking your mouth, you were certain that you would come one more time if he continued in that manner. Indeed, your assumption proved to be correct. This is precisely what did happen.

"Fuck Y/N, I'm going to come, take [it] off," he said, removing his hand from your hair. However, you had no intention of removing your mouth. You grasped his thighs and thrust his member deeply into your throat, causing him to release inside you with a prolonged, audible moan. You swallowed, licking your lips, and looked at him. "You are incomprehensibly unaware of the effect you have on me," he winked. "I can, however, inform you of the effect you have on me." You giggled and then reached up to his ear and left a kiss underneath. "You caused me to experience another orgasm," you stated with a hint of sneering.

"Well, now, if it pleases you, I would be grateful for a date and to clean you up," he smiled as he led you to your private bathroom. "I would be most honoured to do so, sir," you replied, laughing. This was not the conclusion that could be expected.

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The bucket list of any normale person would not include the experience of being discovered by Seungmin during a night work shift. Nonetheless, the incident had precipitated a transformation in your life. Seungmin, at the time, had persuaded you to cease your employment at a nightclub, he was concerned about your well-being and did not want you to be used as a mere object by men. He had, among other things, offered to provide you with financial assistance until you found a suitable alternative employment. He assisted you in your search for a position that offered comparable income, and he was adamant that it did not involve the exploitation of your body for sexual gratification. Although you initially expressed some reluctance, given your long-standing opposition to his financial assistance, you ultimately consented.

The unanticipated date also occurred. He had extended an invitation to you shortly after your encounter in the dressing room, while discreetly cleaning up the resulting mess. If you were to be candid, you had never considered Seungmin to be a potential romantic partner. However, your perspective had been gradually alter over time. In those days, his friends, who were also your friends, had informed you that he had been casting furtive glances at you and was developing an interest in you. This initially perplexed you, but you eventually became accustomed to it. Additionally, you were required to mentally prepare for the meeting.

You did not deny that you were somewhat anxious; you were uncertain as to the destination he had in mind for that evening. He had instructed you to dress in a manner that was both comfortable and tasteful, yet your anxiety was becoming increasingly pronounced. Following a lengthy shower, you began to peruse your wardrobe, but it was challenging to select an appropriate outfit without any knowledge of the planned destination. Eventually, however, you selected a relatively simple ensemble comprising a black skirt with ruffles, not excessively short, and a top of the same colour that left your shoulders bare with a boat neckline. You wore your beloved wedges. If you had to choose between the latter and heels, based on what Seungmin had told you about elegance and comfort, you would have chosen the latter. Your makeup was minimalistic, your hair was styled in a wavy manner and fell to your shoulders, your necklace was tightly fastened around your neck, and all of your jewellery was in its appropriate place. You concluded your ensemble with a fruity and very sugary perfume, before proceeding to the living room where you would await your no longer best friend.

Seungmin arrived shortly thereafter with a large bouquet of roses, which was in keeping with his reputation as a gallant man. You smiled, recalling that he had not been in bed with you, especially after the knife performance. He said, "For you, my princess," and then kissed you on the lips. The anticipation of the evening's events had been palpable, yet the simplicity of the act itself evoked a profound sense of emotional resonance. The culmination of this experience was the tender kiss beneath the earlobe, accompanied by the words, "I hope you are well-prepared, as we have a long night ahead of us."

It was your firm conviction that, had he spoken to you in such a manner throughout the evening, you would have been so aroused that you would have removed your underwear, even in the absence of any physical contact. In point of fact, you emitted a sigh before placing the roses in a vase with water and accompanying him to the vehicle. It was a revelation to you that the vehicle in question was of considerable dimensions. Furthermore, it was acknowledged that Seungmin appeared particularly attractive that evening. He was attired in a black tank top and loose-fitting black pants. His appearance was enhanced by a leather jacket and jewellery. His footwear consisted of ankle boots with a half-heel, which were as black as the rest of his outfit. His hair was slightly gelled and curly. He was a man of considerable qualities and attributes. You licked your lips, and he observed this, offering you the opportunity to do so. It was inevitable that he would drive you out of your mind as soon as he was able to do so.

It was undeniable that the car ride had contributed to the evening's events. He held your thigh tightly in his hand and massaged your skin, occasionally reaching under the fabric of your skirt. He was aware that it was having a positive effect on you, and you were similarly gratified by the experience. He experienced a sense of predatory intent, like a predator with a vulnerable prey in its grasp.

The evening was progressing in a pleasant manner. He had escorted you to a modest restaurant situated on a hill and you had partaken in a sumptuous meat dish accompanied by an excellent wine. It was evident that he had not failed to take the opportunity to cast you certain glances as he sipped the vin rouge in the glass. He continued to direct his gaze towards you in a manner that was becoming increasingly intimidating. The conversation proceeded smoothly, and you had always enjoyed his company. The topics were diverse and engaging, even when a situation had developed between you that couldn't be defined with a specific term. However, it appeared that Seungmin had anticipated your thoughts, as he initiated a discussion on the matter. "In light of the fact that this is a full-fledged date, I would suggest that we elevate the status of our relationship in boyfriend and girlfriend. I don't think there is any necessity for a dating, as I am aware of your preferences," he said, raising his eyebrows as he took another sip of wine. "I agree, with the exception of one point: you are not sufficiently acquainted with me to have discerned my clandestine activities." You provoked him, aware of how the topic would arouse his jealousy. "I had not expected you to go that far." "I have consistently regarded you as my princess and hoped that you would eventually request my assistance." He wrinkled his nose. "Minie, it is important for me to be able to provide for myself. I am grateful for your assistance, but upon securing employment, I would prefer that you cease your help, okay?" you smiled with a pout in response.

"Perhaps should I pay and could we go to my place?" he enquired, smiling, before wiping his lips and rising to his feet. You proceeded in a similar manner, but were prevented from doing so by him. He took your hand and kissed it before leading you to the exit. "This dinner is a date, and I pay as usual. You are my girlfriend, and I will treat you properly," he said, making you blush. The gentleman in question exhibited admirable conduct and etiquette when interacting with women. He was adept at treating women with the respect and consideration they deserved. It is worth noting that, in addition to the aforementioned bedroom activities, you had also gained an understanding of his somewhat eccentric behaviour outside of the bedroom. Subsequently, you awaited his return outside the restaurant. He reappeared shortly thereafter, accompanied by a second bottle of red wine. "It was an excellent meal, and I have a plan for tonight. You'll see what I'm capable of, my dear," he said, chuckling, and then led you to the car and took you both to his house.

To say that he did not even allow you the opportunity to survey the surroundings, despite your intimate familiarity with the house, was an understatement. He immediately lifted you up and carried you to his bed. He then disappeared and returned with two goblets of wine. This night will be indelibly etched in your memory. You watched as Seungmin removed his jacket and black shirt, leaving the vision to his well-defined abs and the glittering necklace he wore. Upon observing him take a sip of wine after nearly entirely stripping himself of his clothing, you were compelled to concede that his actions caused your entire body to tremble. Your panties were soaked by now. "Well, princess, now undress for me," he said, grinning and licking his lips. He then lay on the bed with one hand behind his head and one holding the goblet. By this point, the positions had been reversed, with the man on the bed observing your every movement, while you knelt in front of him, removing each item of clothing until you were completely naked in front of him.

"How magnificent, come closer," he murmured. You advanced on all fours towards him, matching the naked intimacy of your body with his own, which was still fully clothed. He observed you for a prolonged period of time, as if he wished to eternize your image in his memory. You smiled and shuddered as he initiated a gentle caress of your form. He proceeded to caress your cheek, shoulder, and breasts in that order. He then proceeded to grasp the other breast with his free hand, having previously placed the cup on the table. He began to massage it at a slow and deliberate pace, appreciating the substantiality of your skin. He then proceeded to tease your nipple with his fingers before pouncing on it with his lips and attending to the other one as well. One hand, which had previously been positioned behind the back of your neck, now moved to your waist, where it began to caress it. His touch was so seductively overwhelming that it left you breathless. He applied pressure to your hip while his lips played with your breasts. He then moved to your shoulders, biting and branding them. Your hands were clenched in his shoulders, scratching them lightly as you rubbed your vulva against the covered flap of his pants. "Wait a moment, I would like to feel you on me," he whispered in your ear.

He separated your bodies for a brief moment, then proceeded to undress completely, thereby allowing your intimacies to collide. "How about riding me?" he inquired, smiling and winking. Your lips parted in astonishment at the mere suggestion. It is highly unlikely that you would have survived the night. Seungmin was like a mermaid, whose enchanting song was designed to captivate and enthrall. You swallowed and then nodded in agreement. You applied gentle pressure to the head of his penis between your labia, causing you to pant and elicit a moan from the major. He had brought one arm back behind your head, while with the other he held you firmly to himself, increasing the contact. You lowered yourself fully onto him, allowing him to enter you completely and fuck, which he did with considerable force. Your moans intermingled, accompanied by a soft exclamation of "Fuck!" from him. "Your cunt is both tight and warm, which feels very good. You should begin moving," he instructed, and you proceeded to comply with his order. Normally, such an act would have been loathed by you; however, with him, it was all so natural.

As he stroked your hips, you had begun to move at a slower pace. It was a sensation that had never been experienced before with any other partner. It seemed as though Seungmin possessed an innate understanding of the precise locations and techniques required to touch you. Your movements became increasingly rapid, and your nails were driven into his back. "Min, I am coming. I can feel it. My thighs are burning. Please, accelerate the pace!" You were teetering on the brink. "No, not yet," you grunted, then switched positions. You vocalised your displeasure when he withdrew from your embrace, experiencing a sense of emptiness. At this point, you were positioned beneath him as he proceeded to penetrate you, his imposing physique towering over you.

You were certain that an orgasm would be imminent, given his position atop you as he thrust forcefully into you. However, he appeared to hold a different opinion, indicating that he was not interested in facilitating an orgasm. He maintained that it was still too early for such a response. This is why he was withdrawing from you, leaving you with an empty sensation. "Please, Seung, I can no longer endure this," you implored him. Only after pushing with an animalistic force in you he grant you the permission to come. "Your warmth and tightness are so arousing...come for me," he whispered, allowing you to release yourself around him. He informed you that they had not yet reached the conclusion of the act. He then proceeded to turn you over onto your stomach and began to leave bites and marks along your back, tracing a trail of them all over your ass. He proceeded to lick and lap at the area between your buttocks, causing you to moan. Nevertheless, you still had some residual sensitivity from the previous orgasm.

You were unable to say anything as he sank back into you, twisting your hair in his grip and pulling it toward him as he thrust violently and abused your cunt. You arched your back and rolled your eyes, no one had ever caused you such intense pleasure. "Ah... Seungmin... please..." you moaned one final time before coming again. "Who gave you permission?" he demanded, thrusting himself at an astonishingly rapid pace. It was relatively simple for you to reach your third consecutive orgasm that night. "Seungmin, I am about to..." The words were barely audible.

"Come with me," he groaned, and then proceeded to ejaculate into you and you after him, now exhausted. "I will procure the necessary cleaning supplies for you," he murmured, then caressed your side and proceeded to retrieve a cloth that had been soaked in warm, damp water to clean you. He then tied your hair into a braid and made you a cup of hot tea after dressing you in a pair of clean briefs and one of his shirts. "You look so adorable," you murmured, attempting to relax on his chest. "That is the least I can do after making you come how many times?" he said, laughing as he pinched your side. "Three, but now do not boast, sir," you gave him a tongue-lashing. "Do all gentlemen do it rough?" you burst out laughing.

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[gonetoforks]

Introducing; my version of Rise’s Venus de Milo!

(she/her/thon/thons) She’s about 9 ft tall since she’s equally based off of Frankenstein, IDW Venus and the OG Venus de Milo. more info about her and her life under the cut! (Like, a lot more info, she’s been living in my head since last April) (She’s a year old and I’m only now revealing her info!) (HBD Venus!!)

Her Family in the Hidden City

Big Mama had her made by a scientist/patron of hers during the first 2 seasons as a synthetic competitor for her Battle Nexus, but after her change of heart in the S2 finale, she took thon in as her heiress and daughter to try and do something right for a change. It’s very hard for her. Her parenting style is a good balance of gentle and stern but she thinks praise is a good replacement for emotional vulnerability and it’s turned Venus into quite a megalomaniac. Venus just calls her “Mama” and BM calls her “Veedee” (If she calls thon “Venus,” thon’s in deep shit)

Time wise, after the movie she’s physically at age 1.5, 2 years old, though mentally thon’s about where Leo and Donnie are, 16. (Still very young, please keep in mind she is a child and has big eyes like the teenagers in the show, she’s just tall. If you sexualize her I will send you to the shadow realm. BEHAVE.)

Venus also sees the doctor that made her, Dr Shelly, as her father, and they’re quite close. She spent the first few weeks of her life in his home, mostly in his library where she filled her head with everything most people know intuitively. She often can recite information she has no memory of learning, these first few weeks were less like learning and more like remembering information but from no memories.

Venus’s closest friend & surrogate older sister is Jennika, who works as Big Mama’s assistant (and a fine artist!) under the codename “Frida.” The 2 spend most of their days on diplomatic missions in the Hidden City mafia underworld and managing/restructuring the Battle Nexus to be more ethical. Venus is a naturally studious academic who loves philosophy, literature, and of course, renaissance art, so adults tend to think she’s mature, but only Jennika really knows how naive she can be. Jennika misses her human family, so they’ve really latched onto each other.

She picked her name out herself. When thon was first revived, Shelly rushed up to her and almost addressed her with a name starting with V but stopped himself before he could say it in full. Changed his mind and said that he supposed that name probably wouldn’t fit right now. So she had a preference for a V name.

Thon’s Physiology

It’s quite the mystery how he did it, but the secret to Venus’s sentience is a machine that manages to convert any matter she digests into energy in the form of empyrean. This is why she was mostly kept a rapunzel-like secret for the first few months of her life before she had Jennika as a bodyguard. Nobody knows about her heart except herself, Jennika, Shelly and Big Mama.

If she bleeds or cries, it glows bright green, so she hates both because thon feels like she’s drawing attention to herself. She’s insecure about most of her organic parts anyway and pushes herself to appear stoney, inorganic and perfect. (The consequences of idolizing and wanting to emulate a literal goddess statue, skill issue) It’s not like her fears are completely unfounded though, she has no idea where Shelly got her dead body parts.

If she’s too stressed, the seams on her upper arms bleed and they fall off like a gecko tail. She kinda looks like the og Venus do Milo statue when that happens, it’s a bit gruesome.

To represent her need to balance the organic/inorganic parts of herself, thon’s biggest dreams vs realistic expectations for herself, her right hand is organic (and based off the 2012 turtles) while her left is robotic. (& made to look like big mama’s claws in her spider form)

Goals & wants

She wants to overthrow the council of heads and rule the Hidden City as president. (Through a democracy of course!) She sees them as ineffective and useless, she went to them during the Kraang invasion to tell them something needed to be done about the alien invaders but they did nothing and said to let the turtles handle it. She’s grateful everything turned out well but she still has a grudge against them and the way they run things. Big Mama thinks she’s silly and Jennika thinks she’s a mentally unwell, workaholic, megalomaniac but pizza supreme as her witness, thon’s gonna do it.

Thon wants to be a good, ethical leader/politician (oxymoronic, I know lmao) and sees the increasing amount of Battle Nexus estate Big Mama entrusts her with as practice for managing yokai society. She would love “the Good Place.”

She also wants to know more about Jennika and for her to reconcile with her father.

Venus’s arc

“Your life is your own, ok?!” She struggles with dehumanizing (de-turtle-izing?) herself because she believes it makes her greater, more fit to achieve her goals. When the fact that she’s a mortal, breathing, living being, that can’t possibly be anywhere near divine like thon thinks she needs to be hits her, she spirals. Thon desperately needs to learn that being imperfect is a necessary gift, that she is “the protagonist of her own life” and that you don’t need to be a great person to do great things, you just need to be a person.

She’s very studious and seen as intelligent and mature for her age, but when she’s put in real life situations after meeting her cousins, the turtles, she has to learn to to manage imperfections and embrace them.

She’s quite based off of MP100 and Barbie haha.

For this internal conflict I was inspired by how the original character’s depiction back in the 80’s was really,, dehumanizing? if that’s the right word? Misogynistic very much too. I find the message that; “no matter what other people think of you or what you think of yourself, you will never be anything more or less than a regular being” both comforting in itself and a neat subversion of the original VdM since one of my favorite aspects of Rise’s writing is how subversive it is.

I can’t wait to show you more of her! Esp how she interacts with the Mad Dogs!

Bonus; Design Details!

All the turtles have shape motifs; square, rectangle, circle, triangle, her’s is a Raindrop shape! Combined with her electric motifs she’s a bit of a storm cloud lol

The Turtles’s shells are s-shaped and follow the curvature of a human spine, I draw Venus’s shell really distorted and disproportionate to this since she’s inorganic.

Similarly, while the other turtles shells and plastrons are like boxes that contain their whole torsos, thon’s kinda just sits on top of her torso, where her plastron ends and her legs begin don’t line up. It started out as an anatomical error but i liked how it made her look distorted and off somehow. (Kinda gruesome, but it kinda helps her look like a bloated corpse, which is what she is aksjks) To be clearer, the difference between how the mad dogs’ shells/plastrons/bridges(sides) are attached to their bodies vs Venus’s is like the difference between a bodysuit and a t-shirt.

#rottmnt #artists on tumblr #digital art #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #venus de milo #venus tmnt #venus de milo tmnt #my art <3

[lescarnetsdehaku]

Hear the music, hear the pipers!

See how life is beautiful. When a life drifts away, a thousand more memories prevail. For a life that is lost, they'd live in thousand stories, and a thousand more hearts will tell them again !

#my art #ocs #artists on tumblr #illustration #oc #digital art #art on tumblr #original art #hakunette ocs #goat kid and the merry band #this drawing was made during a very hard time #the kid and the skeleton parase are becoming therapeutic #and seeing people on ig and twitter saying this erased their fear of death or that it was comforting in some way was so special #i can't wait to write his story

[medi-bee]

isat pokemon au, my liege?

my rambling in tags

#my art #in stars and time #isat #isat spoilers #pokemon #siffrin #mirabelle #isabeau #odile #bonnie #i am not individually tagging pokemon sorry. floragato eevee ursaring scorbunny meowstic <- for anyone who does not know them #im personally a big fan of when artists mold pokemon designs like clay to fit their characters so i tried to channel that #siffrin really does have the perfect mystery dungeon backstory. washes up on a beach with no memories of their past type of deal yknow #i imagine that he was still a sprigatito then? and evolves at some point during their journey? dont ask me for details i dont know them #veryy tempting to make him an absol but ive already seen that done very well!! so i kept most of these to floragato sif #mirabelle being an eevee is suuuch low hanging fruit sorry. i could not resist the evolving pokemon not wanting to evolve trope #i was concerned that sif was no longer shortest party member until i realized they just stand on their back legs all the time to feel talle #when quadruped like mira he is still shortest. sorry siffrin #isa gave me such a hard time. like i never thought i would turn a character into ursaring of all things but it really was the best choice #my other choices were bewear or pawmot if you care. he’s so bear coded #if going purely based on looks i probably would have made odile a sneasler. but i wanted her to be psychic #ill be honest bonnie was purely vibes. they carry the treasure bag :) #never draw bonnie's hat in profile worst mistake of my life #loop is still cat shaped here but i’ve seen the idea of them changing species thrown around. much to think about #i like the idea of the party seeing sif and loop side by side and immediately clocking their entire deal #the change god is mew btw. very important information to no one but myself #eurasie as hisuian zoroark?? lots of hair. and the king can be darkrai #don’t mind the inconsistencies. me and my 2781 ways of drawing the same character #wait what does an eevee look like again. googles it. oh i really crabbed this one up #uhh. looks around. been sitting on this one for a bit too long i think. maybe ill clean up some more sketches later

[jamiethebeeart]

:D (I ramble in my tags about this)

#shuichi iguchi #shigaraki tomura #mha spinner #bnha spinner #spinaraki #spinneraki #ok now that the tags are out of the way LETS TALK #i was reading a webtoon when female lead did that whole laugh and cover it with your hand thing and i do it sometimes too #and i got to thinking about WHY and why its usually girls depicted as such and i know some people dont like their teeth/smile #and im like well shut the fuck up! im thinking fem spinner!!! like being self conscious about how she looks and developing it on accident #and shigaraki never really noticing until one day she DOES and wow spinner looks really pretty when she laughs and why does she hide it #like damn!!! i have a lot of thoughts about what spinner but female and the changes that would have on the character and why and agdjfkflg #ANYWAYS someone stop me from regressing to the old way i used to do hair bc its too damn time intensive but its so easy to zone out during #fem shigaraki #fem spinner #was going to properly do the background but i got done after forgetting the texture for spinner for the 4th time + went eeeh good enough #also!!!!!! the last “”panel“” made me realize how weird that angle is to draw spinner with his major proportions and also keep the soft 1/2 #2/2 smile reading as a smile and agdhfkfl am i adding “looks like a resting bitch face” to my spinner headcanons? maybe. #but imagine spinner trying so hard to look approachable and give a little smile but his face just????? doesnt do that very well (at least #not as easily as more human looking humans) and how that might play into his ostracization and then him leaning into that #as a defense mechanism (like if they think im an ass then I'll look like an ass on purpose) ahdndn he was so grumpy in the bar in the bg #mha jbee

[todayisafridaynight]

you probably won't even care about yakuza by the time the plushies are out if we go by your track record

i cant even deny this cause my interests do tend to have a shelf life of one year and it'll be one year come june

#snap chats #i got back into rgg in june last year despite only really starting to make public fanart for it in july #i wouldnt say i wouldnt care wholly tho like im still hyped for DB stuff despite not drawing for it #like BT4 just got announced and im fuckin nutting to see gameplay of that #and i still keep up with the new jojo manga- even if i havent read 7 and 8 yet ☠️ #wait can i say really quick my fucking computer auto updated to windows 11 and its fucking with me so bad #trying to grab that emoji made me want to die eveyrthing is so fucking SQUISHY #its not a matter of i wont care for it i just wont be so fixated on it #but who's to say it's hard for me to get into new things- like all the things i was recently into (db/kh/rgg) #they were all things i liked in the past that i figured id revisit during the pandemic #oh well. now im compelled to keep rgg posting for another year to spite this LMAO #i mean LAD8 is coming out next year not to mention gaiden #like i still very much have reasons to keep watching the series and the sort #who wants to find that fuckin. post i made mapping out my interests over time cause i needa check the data

[le-poofe]

Finally~

I wanted to make a little something to say "Thank you for reading" to cap off WYS! Excuse me while I get mushy for a second-

Y’all are the reason this was able to get done. Your enthusiasm for updates and how the story unfolded really means so much to me. It was the little things that kept me motivated, even during the long hiatus. Seeing you guys pick up and point out little details sprinkled throughout the comic always made my day and gave me a sense of validation. Reactions to things like the surprise of Sans’ nightmare or Grillby’s comfort all made me super happy. And you guys gave the finale pages the sweetest reception I could ask for. l'm so grateful that you stuck around for the whole thing!

Overall, I’m very pleased with how this turned out! Interestingly, the main thing I’d want to change if given the chance is how I wrote Sans and Grillby themselves. Especially Sans’ dialogue. My characterization of them has changed quite a bit over the years (hard to tell bc I don’t draw them a lot atm). But that can’t really be helped. Just like the way that my art style changed over time. Hindsight does that stuff all the time. Nitpicking aside, I stand by the creative decisions made by 2019 Me

The funny part is that the original comic was 17 pages and I got them all done before hand so I wouldn't run into the issue of falling into a hiatus between pages!!! If y'all are interested in a bts post, I’ll try to dig up those og pages from my old computer. And maybe I'll show the even rougher epilogue draft I threw together for shits and giggles to see if I could get the page count to 69

Sansby has already been super special to me for a long time, finally getting this done and seeing the response strengthened that. I’ve had so many people find me through WYS over the years, it blows my mind. The messages from people who hold it dear really means the world! Without you guys this comic wouldn’t be what it is now. Thanks for Staying~

#undertale #sans #grillby #sansby #will you stay comic #fanart #digital art #procreate #artists on tumblr #long post

[britneyshakespeare]

i love charcoal though. i love vine and willow charcoal so much. i bought some more of it today.

#we're finally moving into the subtractive drawing unit for this class let's FUCKING GOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #this was such a turnaround unit for me during drawing i #i was legit thinking about dropping the class w how hard a time i had w outlines and shading. subtractive method changed everything for me #made charcoal the love of mine it is today #you see it's brilliant bc i'm really not any good at drawing. but i am good at smudging stuff w my hands and being messy. which is all it is #and to make beautiful things by doing THAT.... it makes me very pleased very happy #contour lines i still don't like very much and they have lately been making me.... not even gonna lie pretty unhappy & sometimes frustrated #tales from diana #i bought willow charcoal today and it came a kneaded eraser #which is good bc i think i lost the one i got in like february-march???? #a boy who thought i was pretty gave me a brand new one in the wrapper hehe #sometimes being a considered-attractive female has its advantages #a lot of the time it does actually but i'm aroace so it's also kinda annoying

[anantaru]

Hi Yoru.

Which boys do you think would be most gentle during sex?

including. neuvillette, ayato

cw. soft dom, we love strong men being sweet, fem! reader

— ꒰ NEUVILLETTE ꒱

the iudex of fontaine neuvillette, who's each respectively admired and respected by the people of his nation.

indeed, he was a mysterious man in quite a lot of ways, and of course with this in mind— there came great responsibilities which the man made his priority to fulfill as good as he was able to.

until his dying breath.

to say that he was strong was a clear understatement, but even someone such as neuvillette can find himself rather fatigued at times, especially when he always tends to go well over his capabilities for the people around him.

it has not always been this way, however, whenever he found himself in an exhausted state of mind, he instantly comes rushing home to you, and neuvillette will not admit it, he simply cannot, but he had missed you so very much that it was burning a deep hole in his heart.

it's difficult to be vulnerable, and in the beginning he believed that being open and unshielded in front of you might make you view him in a different kind of light— because in his own very mind, neuvillette wanted, no, he needed to look powerful and almighty for your sake.

you are his everything, and he promised himself to never suffer from another loss in his life again, more so protect you to the fullest extent.

"ahh, it's okay," you utter in a sweet voice, instantly noticing how neuvillette's breathing hitched and his muscles relaxed, but you can more importantly feel the overeager acceleration of his hips grinding into your warm cunt, so eager it made you giggle,

"you're here now," your hands slowly cup his cheeks as he melts into your touch, a soft smile parting from his lips as neuvillette sighs in appreciation of you, "you're home now,"

now, heed yourself, because if you believe that you would be able to make neuvillette relax under this particular choice of words, you were clearly mistaken because with displaying it to him all exposed and while he pleasured you, infused with real desire, his heart burns through his strong chest as he let his lips trace the breadth of your cheek, lingering across your ear as his teeth sank into the nape of your neck, claiming you and deepening the approaching orgasm flooding through you from the very inside.

the greedy roll of his groin into your cunt was fast and ruthless, the repeated sounds of skin buzzing over skin slices across the shells of your ears as he begins to squeeze and knead the fat of your ass in his palms— to get a good hold on it, you know?

so neuvillette can twist and turn you against him as he pleases, fitting his hips in between your legs so perfectly that your walls shape a little too well around his throbbing length, his erection snugly tucked in as you pitch your hips up to receive his fast thrusts.

the way he handled you was interesting— both rough and soft that you're smiling from head to toe, the thought that neuvillette would never forget to be gentle with you despite the bundled up heat in his chest, he'd always fuck you right and nasty, his deep thrusts rattling through your skin that you think you'll bruise once he's done with you, your pitchy sobs uncontrolled at every draw his hips fucking you hard, plunging deep.

— ꒰ AYATO ꒱

the dizzying intensity of ayato's thrusts, the focused face when he grinds himself a little deeper in you, and lastly, the complete authority he held given his position were the key factors on your current state— his hands tight around your wrists, his dripping cock in a possessive hold that burned away the worries churning his mind and downed it to a single spark of nothingness, replacing it with deep need to feel and taste you all around him.

you'd think with all of this considered, most people honestly wouldn't believe that your boyfriend was actually anything else other than frightening and mysterious in his own rights— yet they do not know him the way you did, because ayato decided to show you his real, unprotected self.

when he comes home to you after a rough day consisting of his responsibilities, it was the best thing ever, something he was looking forward to each day— being enveloped by your warm hold while he nuzzles his face in the nook of your neck was the most soothing piece in his life.

your intoxicating scent and how you tasted would absolutely relax him— one kiss and he melts under your trace, although do not get fooled because it would also turn him on, your delicate touches and candid little kisses going straight to his cock like a strong bold of lightning of some kind, setting his loins on fire.

and ayato believes he must be dreaming when you finally lead him to the bedroom, carefully discarding the clothes he wore and taking your sweet time with undressing him, placing each individual piece next to you— never forgetting to be content when he exhales shakily at the way you soothed yourself on him, then he flinches when your cool finger pads slide across his strong abs, never stopping to admire his beauty like you completely worshipped him, just as much as he worshipped you.

with that out of the way, ayato's new choice of voice was low and commanding, it was mind altering to the point where it made a slight shiver manifest and run down your spine as he fills your cunt with the speed of lust and love.

your pussy was dripping through his shaft pistoling in and out until he's pushing hard and fast into you— both lost in the restless friction as you listen to the crumbling whimpers concealed behind his restless groans. your room was engulfed by the scent of sex and pheromones as you arch your back into his touch, your eyes drifting close on a fresh surge of lust splitting your pussy in half, head rolling aside in easy surrender.

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SKZ - Reader getting hurt during Sex

cws: gender neutral reader, nsfw, comfort, no angst, reader getting hurt, slight dom!Chan, minor mentions of blood (Minho, Felix), bottom reader (Minho, Hyunjin, Jeongin), slight dom!Changbin, Changbin underestimating his strength, slight dom!Hyunjin, mentions of bondage and shibari (Hyunjin), forgetting to check your rope (Hyunjin), reader going to the ER (Felix, but it's nothing dramatic I promise), Jeongin having a big dick

Chan: One day he tried to do this cool movie thing where he shoves you against the wall while making out with you, completely forgetting that he needs to shield the back of your head. So you just hit the back of your head against the wall behind you, wincing in pain. It doesn't hurt too bad but still enough to push a stray tear to your eye. He is so sorry and mad at himself apologizing over and over. He will make it up to you, on his knees if you let him.

Minho: It was during one of his favorite activities, mirror sex. He pushes you against the cold surface, making you look at yourself as you are just about to come, when suddenly there is a sharp edge underneath your fingers. It's not a deep cut, just a few droplets of blood but enough for him to kinda freak out and immediately getting you a bandaid. Moving the two of you to the bed where he worships the hell out of you, treating you like you are made of glass.

Changbin: The two of you were just going at it as Changbin decides to be a little bit more dominant, holding your wrists above your head. It feels good until he suddenly grabs you just a little bit too tightly, squeezing your wrists too tight accidentally. Making you let out the tiniest whine of pain. He is shocked about the situation and immediately gets ice for you. He feels terrible and after the first pain is gone which really wasn't that bad he does need some reassurance.

Hyunjin: He definitely enjoys some artsy bondage or even Shibari. In the heat of the moment he forgets to tightness check one of the ropes and so while he fucks you, you get some slight rope burn. You quickly tell him, and he immediately unties you. In the end it's only slightly red and you aren't hurt. But he still feels terrible and the next few times he double-checks all his rope so you don't get hurt again.

Jisung: Jisung is a friend of many positions. Including many positions during one session. Always trying something new, some even including some low key acrobatic movements. Until he suddenly pushes your leg in a weird direction sending a short pinch of pain through your body. Nothing too bad but he still feels like a monster leading to the two of you only having missionary sex for some while.

Felix: Felix is a biter in bed, and it's cute honestly. He wasn't even aware of it until you once pointed out the bite marks to him. Sometimes they are on your lips, your neck or maybe even your thighs. Just some faint dark marks in your skin that heal within days. But one day while he cums he bites your shoulder a bit too hard, drawing blood. And he absolutely freaks out. He heard horror stories about how dangerous human bites can be so he immediately takes you to the ER. Where he very shyly explains to the doctors what happened.

Seungmin: When the two of you came home you couldn't get your hands off each other, messily making out, undoing each other's clothes uncaring if a button goes astray or a zipper breaks. You two were lost in the heat clawing at each other for release. You were just wiggling out of your own pants when suddenly one of your legs got stuck and you fell backwards, onto the ground. Seungmin stares at you confused before he bursts out in laughter, helping you up and carrying you to your bed.

Jeongin: I think we all know that Jeongin has a huge dick. And that he is not the most experienced out of the bunch. So one time you guys were really excited to go at it. But he still took his time prepping you, making sure you are relaxed and ready for him. Or at least so you two thought, turns out you both kinda underestimated just how big he was, and when he enters you you feel the short painful pinch of stretching too fast. Of course he slows down, worried that he could have hurt you too much. How cursed our baby is with his big dick.

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MATTHEO RIDDLE- Beg For Me

Chapter Ten-Info: You and Mattheo have been butting heads for months, since you were assigned as his tutor, and one day during a session full of tense bickering, he has enough.

(This will essentially be a toxic book where we are Theos fucktoy. No love here, very minimal fluff.)

Tags: 18+, SMUT, Throat Fucking, Sub!Reader, Dom!Mattheo, Dirty Talk, Toxic Behaviour, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Jealousy, Possessive Behaviours, Manipulation, Humiliation, Begging, Gagging, Oral (f & m rec), Spanking/Belting, Sexual Punishment, Sexual Aggression, CNC, DubCon.

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Dread gripped your insides, twisting like a coiled snake ready to strike. The weight of the impending confrontation pressed upon you, a leaden heaviness settling deep in your stomach. Last night had been sleepless, the weight of Mattheo's threat lingering in your mind like a haunting spectre. It wasn't necessarily fear that gnawed at your insides, but a potent blend of anxiety and worry.

The mere thought of Mattheo retaliating against last nights events, potentially drawing his brother Tom into an even deeper tangled web of suspicion, sent shivers down your spine. You knew Tom was already suspicious, already clearly had some sort of inclination about what was going on between you and his brother, and fear sunk its talons into your neck just thinking about what could happen if Mattheo lashed out at him again after last night. The timing would just be all too convenient to happen twice in a row like that.

In the hushed confines of the empty classroom, as you awaited Mattheo's attendance for Wednesday's tutoring session, every second seemed to stretch into eternity. The air hung heavy with anticipation, your breaths shallow and hurried--every creak of the floor beneath your restless pacing echoed like an ominous drumbeat. Your heart thudded in your chest, its frantic rhythm reverberating in your throat, each pulse a reminder of the impending confrontation. Fingers, usually steady, now trembled with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation, tangible proof of the mounting tension in your chest.

But then, before you could even process it, the door creaked open, the sound slicing through the heavy silence in the room like a warning. You turned, your heart skipping a beat when you saw Mattheo's disheveled figure framed by the dim light filtering in from the corridor. His white dress shirt was stained with patches of blood, his appearance marred by the evidence of a recent altercation. His eyes, normally sharp and piercing, were now ablaze with a fierce intensity, burning with emotions that he kept tightly concealed.

As he stepped inside, the atmosphere seemed to shift, the air growing thick and suffocating. Each movement he made was deliberate, calculated, as if he was conducting an unspoken symphony of power and control. With a fluid motion, he started to loosen his tie, his hands moving with a grace that contrasted sharply with the aggressive energy radiating from him. The room seemed to shrink in his presence, the walls closing in as if acknowledging his dominance.

You stood frozen, your gaze locked onto his, unable to tear yourself away despite the unsettling mixture of emotions that gripped you. Mattheo's gaze bored into yours, his eyes holding a storm of emotions--anger, frustration, and something deeper, something you couldn't quite pinpoint. The weight of his unspoken words hung heavily between you, the silence ringing in your ears like a deafening roar, suffocating the space and leaving you feeling like you were standing on the edge of a precipice.

With each step he took toward you, the energy in the room grew more electric, his presence overwhelming. The intensity of his stare made it hard to breathe, as if he could see right through you, peeling away layers until your soul lay bare before him. It was a confrontation without words, a battle fought in the silent language of unspoken emotions, and you stood there, rooted to the spot, unable to break free from the magnetic pull of his furious gaze.

Your voice quaked. "Mattheo-"

"No," he said, cutting you off, his voice slicing through the air like a blade. "No talking, Raven, not tonight."

You felt a lump forming in your throat, a mixture of frustration and confusion bubbling within you. You clenched your fists, trying to suppress the words that begged to spill out, but his resolute demeanor silenced any protests before they could escape your lips. As Mattheo came to a halt directly in front of you, his bloodied emerald Slytherin tie sitting loosely around his neck now--he wasted zero time before he seized your hips with a motion as swift as a striking snake, his grip so strong it felt like your bones might shatter within his grasp.

Every muscle in your body coiled like a tightly wound spring, bracing for whatever the fuck he'd do next, but nothing could prepare you for the feeling that would erupt through you as he leaned in--inhaling a sharp breath, his exhale hot against the sensitive skin of your neck. The sharp scent of alcohol wafted from him, swirling around you, adding to the already charged atmosphere.

His head dipped, finding the hollow of your shoulder, his dark, curly hair grazing your skin like a whispering caress. A shiver traced the length of your spine as his proximity engulfed you, leaving you both exhilarated and trapped in the potent grip of his presence. You swallowed, trying to steady your trembling fingers that hung limply at your sides.

"You're drunk..." you managed to utter, your voice barely audible in the charged air around you. It was fucking Wednesday. "What happened to exercising your demons, Mattheo..."

"Oh, I am," Mattheo murmured against your neck, his lips brushing your skin in a heated caress. "I got them running around the castle right now, doing laps...."

Despite his effort to suppress his fury with cunning sarcasm, the energy radiating from him was palpable, a stormy intensity that crackled in the air around you. His voice was low, almost a growl, and you could feel the weight of his words settle on your skin.

"I...you..." you stammered, your voice barely audible, your mind a chaotic whirlwind of emotions. His proximity was overwhelming, his strange demeanour leaving you entirely at a loss for words--yet there was one thought that seemingly wouldn't leave your mind. "Matt...please tell me this blood isn't from Tom..."

"I said no fucking talking, Raven..." Mattheo's fingers dug into your skin, a painful pinch that threatened to draw a cry from your lips. A sharp gasp escaped you as he swiftly maneuvered his hand around your back, his fingers asserting a firm, possessive hold on your ass. "That mouth only has one fucking purpose tonight...it's been far too long since I've had those pretty lips around my cock..."

Mattheo's presence was a blazing inferno, searing heat that enveloped you entirely, making your skin prickle with anticipation. He maneuvered you both with an unyielding force, guiding you until the edge of the desk met your ass, eliciting a sharp gasp from your lips. Both of his hands, firm and possessive, found their place on your backside, pulling you snugly against his muscular frame. A sense of foreboding settling deep within your lungs, a weighty anticipation that gripped your every breath.

Despite the palpable tension, you couldn't resist the compulsion to probe further, pushing his boundaries even as the atmosphere crackled with escalating intensity.

"Mattheo, please..." your voice brushed against his cheek like a gentle breeze, your fingers winding into his hair, pulling on the tousled strands in an urgent plea to lock eyes, your heart racing with anxiety. "Please just give me an answer...Tom was skeptical-"

With a sudden, unsettling intensity, Mattheo's demeanor transformed--whatever restraint he was previously maintaining had now completely vanished as he swiftly pivoted you around, his hands unrelenting as he pressed your hips forcefully against the desk. The cool wood bit into your skin as he loomed behind you, his body molding to yours with possessive insistence. One hand coiled around your throat, pulling you back against his chest, while the other traveled up the front of your body, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

"Say his fucking name again and I will not hesitate to bend you over this desk and fuck you until the only name you remember is mine..." he pulled you impossibly close, his breath a sultry growl against your ear. "You'll be so fucking full of me, Raven...you'll be so fucking full of my cum you'll feel fucking empty without it...you'll fucking crave my cock...you'll be begging for me to get inside you..."

His free hand explored your body, its fingers skillfully finding every contour, moving purposefully to your tits, caressing and squeezing once he'd reached them. He pulled you tighter, hugging you flush to his front, his insistent erection pressing tight against your ass. A delightful buzz tingled on your skin from his grip around your throat, rendering you utterly helpless, and all that escaped your lips was a soft, pathetic whimper, surrendering to his control.

"Do you feel what you do to me?" He murmured, the alcohol on his tongue swarming your ear. "You're all I can fucking think about."

The words brought a wave of heat crashing over your body.

"Matt-" you said, fighting against his hand, his name hiccuped between your gasp for air when he increased his grip. “-thèo..."

"You fucking haunt me," he said, jerking his hips into your ass, his painfully hard length jamming into your backside. You whimpered as the force of his pelvis drove you harder against the desk. "I've made myself cum to the mere thought of fucking you so many times, Raven...fuck, if you were any other slut I would have fucked you stupid by now..."

His voice was dark and deadly, so quiet that you were almost certain you weren't hearing him correctly, the pounding of your heart drowning out the edges of his syllables, his hand working to untuck your blouse from your skirt before slipping underneath it--igniting goosebumps on your flesh as he went.

"Oh..." the word was a moan as it left your lips, his fingers brushing over your stiffening nipple. "Shit-"

The fingers at your throat increased their pressure, choking your words. "I told you I have a clamouring fucking desire to ruin you...and believe me, I do...but it's not enough to just ruin you, Raven...It's like I need to fucking own you, possess you...there can't be anyone else..."

In defiance of your good judgment, you clenched, a shiver of longing fluttering over you. Mattheo's large palm squeezed your other tit now, kneading it in his hand until he could feel the peak of your nipple. His thumb brushed over it, and you held back a whine, wriggling against him.

"Mattheo-" his name left your lips like a breathless sin, as though it was the only word your pathetic, lust-filled mind knew how to say.

"You know I could be with any girl I fucking want, Raven...any single fucking one..." he murmured, circling the hardening point with the pad of his finger, sparks of pleasure lingering in its path. "I seen your little friend looking at me the other day...what's her head like, hm?"

Ignoring the squirming in between your thighs, you rolled your eyes, a flutter of uncontrollable irritation flowing through you. "Go to hell-"

He answered your snark with another harsh jab of his bulge. "Yeah, you don't like that, do you..." the hand on your throat slid up to pinch your jaw open, two fingers shoving past your teeth and depressing your tongue. You caught a gag when he reached toward the back of your throat. "You wouldn't like it if there was another girl kissing me good night, would you? Another girl sucking me off...swallowing my cum..."

You tried to call him an asshole, but all that came out was, "Ah-houh."

"Mhm, I know..." he snickered, pressing further into your body, hunched over you like you were his next meal. "You're going to fix that situation with my brother, or else I will...you have one fucking week..."

Your heart hammered, your pulse flying, your body trembling against him. His teeth nipped your ear, your head spinning with the onslaught of his power.

"Because this..." this hand on your breast made a path toward the band of your skirt, and you shuddered, bucking away from his touch when he skimmed the sensitive skin of your belly.

"...little cunt..." his hand slipped under the seam of your panties, long, thick fingers easily reaching the warmth of your slit, resting on the outer folds, and you whimpered, wiggling your hips as you sought out his touch.

"...is mine..." one finger parted your lips, slicking itself on your wetness, dragging and catching over your swollen, stiff clit and pulling a low moan from your throat.

You were gelatin in his arms. All you could do was bob your head against his grip, tongue writhing to speak.

"Yeah, that's fucking right..." he said, tracing tiny circles around your clit while his length pressed against your ass. "This tight little pussy wants to cum for me, doesn't it?" You groaned--louder than you wanted--when he sped his pace on your nub, and he squeezed your jaw, voice a deep growl against your ear. "Then you better prove you deserve it."

He relinquished his hold on you, his fingers slowly sliding away from you body as he took a deliberate step back. This subtle retreat granted you just enough space to pivot back towards him. In the dim light, his eyes appeared as profound as the obsidian night, their intensity softened by an unexpected vulnerability. It was a facet of him you had never glimpsed, hidden beneath the layers of his usual overbearing arrogance.

A hushed tension hung in the air as his gaze descended to trace the contours of your lips, a magnetic pull drawing him toward you. His own lips, parted with anticipation, met yours in a tender yet fervent kiss--a languid grace encompassing the way he explored your mouth, a delicate dance that left you breathless. The lingering taste of alcohol on his tongue only heightened the intoxicating sensation, sending your senses reeling as he skillfully slipped past your teeth, all before pulling away again.

"Get on your knees for me, pretty girl..." he murmured, his hand finding your hair and directing your head down, a huff of exasperation leaving his nose as you did what he said without question. "There we go...so good for me..."

As you knelt before him, your heart thundered in your chest, its beats so forceful you feared it might shatter your sternum. Perplexed, you couldn't pinpoint the source of your unease. It wasn't the first time you'd assumed such a position for Mattheo Riddle, yet an unfamiliar tension hung in the air tonight. His unpredictable demeanor had your entire body on edge, amplifying your nervousness to an unprecedented level.

"We're going to do things a little different tonight..." he purred, his hand in your hair pulling away to stroke your cheek with two rough fingers as he peered down at you, dark eyes burning wounds into your skin. "Unbutton your shirt for me."

Your heart skipped, your senses reeling, but with trembling fingers, you immediately did as he said, as though you were being controlled by a remote in his hands. Mattheo hummed in approval as you got down to the last few buttons, his eyes never once leaving yours, the muscles in his jaw clenching and his throat bobbing as he swallowed. When you were done, you met his eyes again, the intensity making your thighs clench in need, and a smirk teased his lips as he reached for the tie sitting loose around his neck; holding it between his battered fist.

When he spoke again, you almost fainted. "Take off my belt, princess..."

A visceral tension gripped you, twisting your stomach into a knot so tight it felt like your insides might unravel. Your hands trembled like fragile autumn leaves in the wind as you reached for the metal latch on his sturdy leather belt. With cautious fingers, you tugged, undoing the buckle carefully and pulling on it until it slithered free from around his waist. Gripping it tightly in both hands, you met his gaze once more, your eyes locking, accompanied by enough force to shatter glass.

Mattheo delicately lifted the tie, guiding it towards your mouth with a gentle touch, your lips parting in a silent understanding. He skillfully threaded it between them, the smooth fabric caressing your skin. With practiced hands, he wrapped it around the back of your head, the silk cool against your skin. With a deft motion, he fashioned it into a comfortable knot, ensuring it held securely, before he bent down and gripped your arm, pulling you back up to your feet.

"Bad girls get punished, Raven..." he murmured, his lips grazing your jawline, one hand on your hip, the other reaching for the leather seated in your hands. "Take your punishment like the good girl I know you are, and I'll reward you..."

As the leather slipped from your hands, Mattheo pulled back, something flickering behind his eyes that made your stomach leap up into your throat. He met your gaze, searching your face for any sign of hesitation or fear, before he urged you to spin around.

"Bend over the desk," he husked, running his hand up your back, the gentle touch igniting flames on your flesh as he urged you down against the desk, the cool chill of the wood igniting a shudder through your entire body. "Down on your elbows...there we go..."

Mattheo groaned, low in his chest, the sound reverberating through the quiet room. Drool was already threatening to spill from the sides of your lips, the taste of blood lingering in your mouth as the bloodied tie sat tightly between your teeth--your breath hitching in your lungs as you felt two large hands run down the sides of your body, tracing your curves with determination as he positioned himself behind you, pressing his bulge against your ass until his hands met your hips and he pulled away; finding the hem of your skirt and slowly flipping it up to expose your backside, wasting absolutely zero time at all before his hands found the plump flesh, squeezing and groping like his life depended on it.

"Fucking hell, Raven..." he groaned, his voice tight and hoarse with need. "You look so fucking good bent over...I wish I could keep you here, just like this..."

You moaned involuntarily, a tornado of emotions swirling inside your brain. You felt as though you were in sensory overload, so many firsts happening at once.

"Spread those thighs," a calloused palm dipped between your legs, urging them further apart, your fingernails digging into the skin of your palms, your entire body trembling as the heat of Mattheo's power turned suffocating. "Good fucking girl..."

Your breath hitched, feeling his thumb grazing dangerously close to your cunt, resisting the urge to buck toward his hand--desperate for connection. The heat between your thighs was insatiable at this point, and the teasing was driving you insane. Snapping you from your thoughts, there was a jingling of a buckle, followed by a loud, sickening crack--and you shrieked, heart thumping in your throat, squirming with force to attempt to get away from what was to follow.

"Ah, ah," Mattheo huffed, pressing a palm down on your lower back, holding you firm against the desk. You felt the smooth leather being dragged across your flesh, the sensations making your entire body flinch.

"I'm going to bruise this beautiful ass, and you're going to thank me for it, because that's what bad, filthy girls deserve..." he paused, as though waiting for your protest, and when it never came, he shifted his body, looming over you. "Do you understand me, princess?"

Do you understand? Do you fucking understand? No, any sort of understanding eluded you entirely. In truth, the unfolding scenario baffled you--you didn't know how the fuck you'd gone from being his tutor, someone who could barely tolerate his daily presence, to this precarious moment--bent over the fucking desk, about to be belted by him for an issue involving his own brother. You didn't understand any of this, and yet, not one single part of you wanted to stop it.

In response, you nodded, and Mattheo hummed, seemingly satisfied.

A heavy silence settled around you, in wake of his voice. Every sinew in your body tensed with anticipation, your eyelids squeezed shut in grim expectancy. The air hung heavy, pregnant with the impending storm, while inside you, tension wound tighter than ever, prickling your skin like sharp thorns digging into flesh. Then, like a sudden lightning strike, a searing bolt of pain cracked across your backside, tearing a scream from your lips. Despite the muffling effect of the tie clenched between your teeth, the sound reverberated through the room, shattering the silence.

Mattheo, his grip firm, yanked your hair, pulling you forcefully against his chest--his lips brushing against your ear.

"Do that again and I'll give you something to really fucking scream about, Raven..." he snarled, his fingers pinching your scalp. "Shut up and bite the tie. To five."

In a swift, unyielding motion, he thrust you back onto the desk, his hand firmly grasping your head, forcing your cheek against the chilling surface of the wood. You squirmed beneath his unrelenting hold, your eyelids clenched shut as you awaited the searing sting, but Mattheo didn’t make you wait for very long before the smooth leather of his belt cracked against your skin, leaving behind a trail of fiery agony that surged through your limbs.

Instinctively, your teeth sank into his tie, muffling the primal scream that threatened to escape your lips. An electric jolt of pain rippled through you, yet amidst the torment, a strange sense of resilience emerged. Inhaling sharply, you found the strength to steel yourself, your body absorbing the pain while your spirit endured the storm.

"Mm." Mattheo hummed, running his rough palm over the red, sweltering skin, squeezing a cheek in one of his big hands, soothing the welts. "I gotta say, I fucking love watching you squirm, princess..."

Your face reddened, a pang of an unknown emotion in your chest, eagerly squeezing your eyes shut as he pulled his hand off your flesh, the lack of movement and audible sounds in the room driving your nerves into a panicked frenzy. And then, before you could process it, you felt it again--the pain forcing a choked cry to leave your throat.

"Such a shame I have to ruin this perfect ass--" crack.

Your cunt twinged at his words, fire flashing your flesh, and he he struck you again, swift and merciless, leaving no room for a response--only a ragged, involuntary squeal escaping your throat in response to the searing pain.

"Such a shame I have to remind you of your place--" crack.

You whimpered, your body trembling with a mixture of pain and bewildering emotions. A twisted cocktail of sensations engulfed your mind, leaving you conflicted. You cursed your own body, disturbed by the inexplicable response, your senses entangled in a blend of desire and humiliation. Your core pulsed with an insatiable need, aching for attention, craving release despite the twisted circumstances.

Confusion swirled in your veins, leaving your head spinning. How could you find arousal in something so humiliating? The paradox gnawed at your thoughts, yet an undeniable part of you craved the intensity, leaving you inexplicably craving more.

Above all else, this was degrading. Yet, you were fucking throbbing for it.

"...remind you who you fucking belong to--" crack.

With the final, brutal crack of the belt, the metal buckle seared into your skin, imprinting its icy mark. The sharp, biting sensation wrenched a primal groan from your throat, your body convulsing in response. Drool spilled from your lips, tears welling in your eyes--and the room reverberated with the metallic clatter as Mattheo discarded the belt, his hand moving swiftly to find the inflamed skin, fingers grazing the wounded area with a mixture of tenderness and possessiveness.

His thumb traced the path where you were certain blood had been drawn, a deliberate gesture that seemed to collect the evidence upon his skin. In a sudden, commanding movement, he pulled you away from the desk, forcing you to face him. Within the depths of his gaze, you glimpsed a twisted satisfaction entwined with something infinitely darker. His grin took on a sinister edge as he sucked his thumb into his mouth, the taste of your blood lingering on his lips. It was a macabre ritual, sending shivers down your spine, as if he had claimed a piece of you in a way that transcended the physical realm.

With a deliberate slowness, he withdrew his thumb from his mouth, his unyielding eyes locked onto yours, a challenge simmering beneath the surface. His fingers traced the path of the tie between your teeth, pulling it down methodically until it hung around your neck. Gently, he wiped the drool from the corners of your lips, his touch meticulous and strangely intimate. His eyes scrutinized your face with a depth of focus that both unsettled and intrigued you. There was an enigmatic intensity in his gaze, a complexity that left you partially terrified and yet undeniably aroused.

In that moment, you found yourself entangled in a labyrinth of emotions, your mind racing to comprehend the enigma of the boy standing before you.

His voice was a hoarse whisper. "What do you say, Raven..."

You swallowed, throat more arid than the desert, heart still pounding like a base drum. "Thank you, Mattheo..."

Mattheo's hands found their way to your face, his touch firm yet strangely gentle as his fingers slid sensually through your hair. Without a word, he crushed his lips against yours, a hungry and urgent kiss that left you breathless. His mouth dominated yours, his tongue probing with a rough insistence, exploring every corner of your mouth, caressing your own tongue in a dance of desire.

A low, needy moan escaped your lips, muffled by the intensity of the kiss, while your fingers clenched his shirt, desperately seeking an anchor in the whirlwind of sensations. With a commanding strength, he urged you backward, his grip on your hips unwavering as he effortlessly lifted you onto the desk. A soft whimper slipped from your throat as the supple flesh of your backside met the unyielding surface of the wood.

He moved down your neck, his plush lips leaving a hot trail of kisses down your chin, jaw, licking and sucking at the every inch of skin he could, creating planes of goosebumps across your flesh. His tongue drew a line across your collarbone, and he fell to your breasts, tugging down your bra and taking one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling it. You moaned, meeting his gaze, and he rolled his tongue around the hardened bud, sending shivers through you, straight to your clit.

Exasperated, he pulled away--dark eyes scanning your heaving, lust-possessed form.

"You're beautiful," he breathed.

You were speechless, beginning to tremble, and Mattheo Riddle dropped to his knees between your legs, urging your thighs further apart on the desk, long fingers clutching your hips. Your cunt clenched in anticipation, but your teeth were clacking from anxiety, and he met your eyes.

"Relax," he said.

You made an attempt to nod, but your chin quivered despite your resolve. It wasn't an issue of trust, nor were you overtly frightened. Yet, the sheer intimacy of his presence, hovering intimately close to your most vulnerable parts, left your nerves frayed and your composure on the edge of unraveling.

"Raven." Mattheo glared at you, gouging the flesh of your hips hard enough to leave bruises. "Relax. You're safe with me..."

"I-I know..." you whimpered.

You shut your eyes tightly and drew in a slow breath through your nose, holding it in an attempt to steady the quivering in your body. You waited, holding onto the breath, until the tremors subsided before finally exhaling, releasing the tension that had gripped you.

"Good girl," he said. "Now look at me."

You opened your eyes, and his gaze locked with yours as his warm mouth started to suck at the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, extracting a mewl from you. He smirked against you, moving closer to your center, and you bit your lip, walls contracting again with desire. As he drew closer, the curls of his messy hair tickled your skin, and then he shifted a hand, urging your panties to the side before he skipped his tongue across your outer folds, making your hips buck toward him.

"Filthy thing," he said, and pressed his full, soft lips to your pussy, dragging his flat tongue along the slit.

“F-fuck," electricity shot through you, wriggling within his grasp, your fingers clenched tightly, entwining in the disheveled tangle of his hair.

Riddle muffled a laugh with your flesh, lavishing your cunt with deep, slow kisses, tongue sliding inside of your folds, lapping the juices at your core, teasing your outer lips with languid licks. He moved away from your center, his mouth back to crawling along your thighs, and you complained with a grumble. In response, he took the tip of his tongue and flicked your clit.

"Shit..." you moaned, rocking your hips toward him. You stared at him with shining, pleading eyes. "Matty...please, please..."

"There's my girl..." he purred, "I love when you beg for me, Raven...you've been so fucking good for me..."

Before you could response, he growled and sucked your clit into his mouth, and you cried out, body jerking, but he held you fast, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub. A moan left you as you gyrated your hips, warmth spreading out across you, fingertips and toes buzzing with bliss. Mattheo played his tongue against your swollen clit, your walls throbbing as your pleasure continued to build.

"Oh, fuck," you said, head hanging to the side. "Oh, Gods...Matty..."

The vibrations of his moan reverberated through your pussy, and he sucked harder, his unyielding stare never wavered, his golden-brown eyes digging into the depths of your soul. Each breath came faster, a delicious surge of pleasure coursing through your veins, building an exquisite tension that carried you higher and higher, inching you closer to the precipice of bliss. Mattheo buried his face into your cunt, lips tight on your clit, tongue batting the bundle of nerves.

Incessant moans escaped your chest with every ragged breath, jaw hanging open, gripping his hair like you could pull it from his scalp. "I...holy fuck...Mattheo..."

"That's it," he purred, the praise in his tone sparking heat in your lungs. "Cum for me, baby..."

A tidal wave of euphoria crashed over you, the walls of your senses pulsating, your body wracked with the convulsions of a long-delayed orgasm. Your vision blurred into white nothingness as you threw your head back, a crescendo of unintelligible curses escaping your lips in a primal symphony. Mattheo held onto your spasming legs, his ministrations expertly guiding you to the pinnacle of your pleasure, drawing out every last exquisite tremor, tip of his tongue sliding up your slit to your mound as you finally returned to reality. Your chest swelled as you caught your breath, refocusing on Mattheo's glistening face.

Your head rolled, lids fluttering open, hands petting at his hair. "Fuck, Matt-"

"Shh." He licked his lips, gaze liquefying your centre. "We aren't done yet, princess...keep being good for me..."

Entirely speechless, you nodded, unable to peel your eyes from his as he pulled you off the desk, dropping his hands from you as he moved to the buttons on his trousers, swiftly undoing them before pulling them down his thighs along with his boxers--his thick, throbbing cock springing free, tip glistening with precum, his head falling back in relief as he wrapped his fist around its girth, stroking slowly as you instinctively gathered yourself in front of his feet.

Something was swirling inside you, something primal, something hungry--and your hands found his thighs, slowly trailing up, peering up at him with a wide-eyed gaze; your voice alien to your own fucking ears.

"Please, Matty..." you purred. "Please let me suck your cock...please let me swallow-"

"Fucking hell..." Mattheo seized your hair, his actions driven by a raw and primal intensity as he directed his cock toward your lips. "Show me what that filthy mouth does, baby..."

You parted your lips, and Mattheo's grip on your hair tightened, pushing himself into you. Without thinking, you groaned on his length, legs writhing with arousal as he inched himself along your squirming tongue. Mattheo was biting his lip, watching your own lips stretch around his dick, watching you stare up at him with large, obedient eyes. He throbbed in your mouth, and you swallowed, the pool of your spit mixing with pearls of salty pre-cum.

Mattheo grunted, pulling out and thrusting back in, and in and out again, lips parting while you whimpered and choked on the size of his cock.

"Poor thing," he sneered. "Am I too big for your dirty little mouth?"

Nodding, you attempted to groan your agreement, but found yourself muffled by a deep thrust into your throat. You retched, trying to get off of his length, but another hand seized the back of your head, holding you there, tears and drool sliding to your jaw while he rocked into you. Every noise from your chest was a stifled whimper, gagging with every deep thrust, but he was ruthless, fingers burrowed into your face, cock fucking hard into your throat, and when you squeezed shut your lids, he growled.

"Look at me, Raven." he ordered. "Look at me when I'm throat fucking you. Know whose cum you're about to taste.

You complied, locking eyes with him through a haze, your throat raw and tender, lips and tongue going numb with his brutal thrusting.

"Good girl," he moaned, "so good...fuck..."

Riddle shifted, craning your head back, plunging deeper into your neck, seething in pleasure when you whined on his cock. His breath was coming fast, his dick pulsing urgently in your mouth, and then he was cursing, hissing your name, hips jerking in sloppy thrusts. He pulled out, fisting his length.

"Open."

You did, and he growled, shooting hot ropes of white onto your mouth and eyes, hips still rolling while he fucked his hand through the end of his climax. As he caught his breath, he looked down at you, your jaw jacked open, his bitter cum collecting on your tongue and sticking one of your lids shut.

"Go on," he huffed. "Swallow it."

Groaning, you swallowed, eye twitching as it opened despite the pull of his release on your lashes. Gasping for air, your head hung low as Mattheo released your hair. His eyes never wavered, attentively watching your every move as you gradually pulled yourself up from the floor. Meanwhile, his hands deftly moved to adjust his pants, restoring a semblance of decency.

Your own hands trembled as you fumbled to button up your shirt, a sense of vulnerability lingering in the air. Mattheo closed the distance between you, his tall figure casting a shadow over you in the charged silence. With a slow, deliberate movement, he used his finger to sweep away any traces of his release from your face, his eyes smoldering with intensity and a smirk playing on his lips as he directed his finger toward your parted lips.

Without hesitation, you welcomed it between your teeth, your mouth enveloping it with a mix of compliance and desire. Holding his gaze, you sucked gently, the unspoken tension crackling between you. He watched, his lips parting slightly, as you willingly took his finger into your mouth, the connection lingering until he slowly withdrew it, the intensity of the moment hanging between you like a charged current.

"Shit..." he murmured, glimpsing your lips.

"Shit." You repeated, glimpsing his.

The charged silence hung heavily in the air, enveloping both of you as you stood there, locked in a wordless exchange. Countless unspoken words seemed to swirl between you, filling the space with their weight, yet neither of you dared to vocalize them, opting for the sanctuary of silence. After what felt like an eternity, Mattheo finally exhaled, the sound carrying the weight of the unspoken. With a resigned gesture, he moved towards his chair and sank into it, the weariness evident in his posture.

You followed suit, collecting yourself, and Riddle finally broke the silence.

“This isn’t his blood.” He said, and relief almost immediately flooded you. "One week, Raven."

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[givemequeen]

the artist; spencer reid x reader

request: Hello! It’s me again. :) I have a concept but I’m unsure about a plot, if that’s okay. Could you maybe write a Spencer x Fem!Quiet reader who likes to draw? And Spencer always sees her doodling on her papers while she’s bored like flowers and eyes and stuff? And sometimes she draws the team while they’re working but one day Spencer sees her drawing him and he confronts her very politely and she’s all flustered and blushing? I don’t know if it’s something you’re comfortable with, I just like to draw and if I worked with the FBI that would definitely be something I would do if I was bored. 😄🫶🏻 Thanks a ton!!! I love your writing.

a/n: i love spencer sm. i rly hope this is what you were looking for! thanks for the request :)

It had all started with some fun doodling; a couple of fun little drawings here and there when things were slow or during long flights. It hadn't been anything serious. Then, you attempted drawing landscapes; mountains, buildings, anything. Not just silly doodles.

Drawing helped you pass time, you enjoyed it and, if you said so yourself, you were quite good at it. Drawing people had always scared you, you weren't sure if you could get it right so you started with strangers, people on the bus or tram, in long queues, at cafes.

On one particularly long flight to Seattle you had drawn Hotch. His hard stare and furrowed brows as he read over a case made him easy to draw. Then it was Garcia, her bright smile brought you comfort. Then Rossi and JJ and Morgan.

And finally, Spencer, the cutest member. You could definitely see why Morgan called him pretty boy. His soft lips and hair beautifully juxtaposed his sharp jawline and slim fingers.

He was you're favourite to draw. You had around half a dozen drawings of the team by now; some individual, some in groups. But, your best drawings where those you had done on Spencer.

"Wow. You're really good." Spencer voice made you jump, nearly spilling your coffee over your drawing.

He had just gone to the jet's bathroom - you had been careful to hide your work as he passed by you.

"Spence!" you yelped, moving to clean up. "You scared me." you pressed your sketchpad against your chest, hiding your drawing from sight.

"May I see?" he leaned over and stretched out his hand - that gorgeous, slender hand of his. The one you had a couple drawing dedicated to in the very sketchpad he was reaching towards.

"No!" you said, a little too quickly. "I- erm-"

"Oh, that's okay, sorry for asking." he straightened up. "I just... well I thought that was a really good drawing. You made me look quite nice." his voice was soft, no one else could hear you.

Apart from the looks from that initial scream, no one was paying any attention to you two, everyone too immersed in their own thing to pay attention. You looked around, confirming no one was watching, and moved over in your seat.

"Sit." you said, patting the space beside you.

Spencer sat down, his thigh warm against yours, and smiled at you.

"Here." you offered him your sketchpad and hid your face in your hands, too ashamed to watch his reaction.

He opened the first page and oohed. You peaked between your fingers, wondering what he was looking at. It was your very first doodles. He pointed out some and smiled; his revolver, his favourite book, Morgan's headphones, Garcia's pens.

"I really like these." he said.

"Thanks." you mumbled.

He turned the pages, his fingers feeling the bumps and ridges of the drawing. He was particularly fond of the one you did of Vegas' skyline.

"That's amazing." he said, more to himself than to you.

You pulled away one of your hands and leaned over to him. His scent was overpowering in the best way possible; coffee, old books, and that new cologne he had been trying out.

He finally got to the one you made of Hotch. Spencer laughed out loud, looking up to his boss and laughing even more.

"Identical! Same expression." he whispered in between laughs.

"Thank you." you said, a smile appearing on your face.

"Oh and Garcia..." he laughed. "The same smile..."

He passed the pages - the first drawing you had done of Morgan made him laugh again. It had been of him flirting with Garcia; you had nailed his wicked grin.

Finally, he flipped the paged onto his section of the book. The first one you had done of him he had been reading a book, his fingers pressed against the pages and he read page after page.

"Oh wow." he whispered. "That's... it's amazing. You're such an artist. How did you manage it?" he turned to look at you.

"Oh, well, I dunno." you bit the inside of your cheek. He wasn't mad you had drawn him without permission or something? "You like it?" you asked.

"Of course! They're amazing." he reached out to squeeze your hand. "You're amazing. I'm really impressed."

You stared at your joined hands and your heart skipped a beat. "Thanks." you stuttured.

Spencer let go of your hand and went back to passing the pages. The next drawing, he had been fast asleep, an open book resting against his chest. He laughed at that one too, making some comment about how ridiculous he looked.

"Well, I thought you looked cute." you whispered, scared he might actually hear you.

"Yeah?" he said, looking over at you.

"Yeah." you said.

Spencer was blushing. He quickly looked away and flitted through the rest of the pages. He was especially impressed by the one of his hands ("wow, I had no idea they looked so..." "beautiful?" "creepy").

He closed the book gently and handed it over to you.

"I'd love to get a copy of some of those, if you don't mind." he was so close to you, you were afraid he could hear your heartbeat.

"Yes- no- I mean, I don't mind. I'll send you the original." you were having trouble trying not to stare at his lips for too long.

"You'd do that?" Spencer asked.

"Of course, since you were such a good subject." you laughed and stared into his soft eyes.

"I'd love to be an actual subject for you one day, since you're so good at it." he moved to stand up and you nearly whined as his warmth left you. "If you ever need a subject, let me know." he flashed you that sweet smile of his and made his way back to his seat.

You couldn't believe what had just happened. It took everything in you not to squeal and dance around like a teenage girl. You pressed your sketchpad against your chest and buried yourself deep into your seat, already thinking of all the poses you could get Spencer into.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x reader fluff #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x reader fluff #criminal minds fluff #imagine then receiving a package from reid of art supplies with a note or somethinggggg

[doomdoomofdoom]

If you've been boycotting Eurovision, you may have missed out on how bad it truly was, so here are a few events in no particular order:

The opening act of the semi-finals was Eric Saade, a swedish-palestinian singer who participated in Eurovision 2011. He wore a keffiyeh, a palestinian headdress, around his arm like a wristband.

Despite not making any political statements or drawing attention to his accessory, he was reprimanded by the EBU for "compromising the non-political nature of the event".

During their semi-final performance, the Irish contestant had the word "ceasefire" in old irish runes painted on their face. They were ordered to change it for the final, as it was deemed too political.

The contestant from Israel was not allowed to mingle with the other contestants, due to supposed security risks.

During an Interview, she was asked if she felt any concerns over her participation potentially endangering the event and the people present. The host told her she did not have to answer this question. Dutch contestant 'Joost' asked "why not?"

Joost, while not openly antagonizing the Israeli contestant, has made covert critical remarks about the EBUs decision to allow Israel to participate.

On Friday, the day before the Finale, Joost was investigated by the swedish police for a supposed incident where he threatened an EBU crew member. Thursday, a female camera operator had followed him off-stage to continue filming, even though there was an agreement not to film him off-stage. After she ignored his requests to stop, he threatened her with some sort of gesture.

Joost was disqualified mere hours before the finale. He was slotted to perform just before Israel and considered a favorite and potential winner.

The show itself did not address his disqualification. The dutch entry was simply skipped with no further comment.

Israeli broadcaster KAN was confirmed to have broken EBU rules during their coverage of the Irish act in the Semifinal. The commentator spoke negatively about their act, condemning the very scary goth aesthetic, and noting their willingness to criticize Israel's actions.

Despite Irish contestant Bambie Thug lodging a complaint with the EBU, there was no penalty or other repercussion.

If you were hoping that the event itself would turn into some sort of protest, I have to disappoint you:

Despite rumors of other contestants dropping out over Joost's disqualification, all of them performed.

There was audible booing every time Israel was on-screen, including their performance, announcement of points, and every time they received points. There was equally audible cheering.

No contestant or spokesperson directly addressed the ""controversy"" (read: ongoing genocide being artwashed), although very few made covert remarks about peace, love, dignity, and equality.

The most explicit it got was the Austrian spokesperson, saying something along the lines of "It's hard to find only positive words in a time where heartlessness prevails. But we hope everyone can unite through music and show that everyone deserves to be treated equally"

No one stormed on stage or held up a palestinian flag or anything, if you were hoping for that. I certainly was.

Israel gave its 12 points (both Jury and public) to Luxembourg. The singer is half-israeli and born in Jerusalem.

Jury votes mostly ignored Israel, netting them a total of 52 points through jury votes, which put them somewhere in the middle of the scoreboard. Norway, Cyprus, and Germany awarded them 8 points each, making them the main contributors.

In contrast, Israel received 323 points from the public voting. They were second only to Croatia with 337. 15 public votings, including "rest of the world" awarded Israel their 12 points, more than any other country would receive. The only countries not to award any points to Israel in the public vote were Croatia and Ukraine.

Israel thereby placed 5th out of 25.

But hey, at least the winner (Switzerland) was nonbinary, diversity win amirite. Notably, they had to smuggle in their pride flag, since EBU guidelines only allow flags of participating countries and the rainbow flag. (This is also why palestinian flags were not allowed. It's not a new rule, but they certainly weren't going to start bending it now.)

If there's one thing to take away from this: Do not ever think the rest of the world is on your side, just because your social media is. The rest of the world has shown their allegiance, and it lies with Israel and Genocide.

Do not stop fighting for what is right.

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[darthannie]

potential side effects

pairing: Jonathan Crane x f!reader summary: After giving you an experimental medication, Dr. Crane helps you get over your fear of intimacy.  word count: 2,143 warnings: 18+, minors DNI for the love of god, DARK, rough at points, I’m gonna go ahead and say NONCON, au where Dr. Crane has a private practice, abuse of power, reader is under the influence (kinda like the fear toxin), reader is sleepy, Crane doesn't take no for an answer, dacryphilia, inexperienced!reader, floor sex, spit, fighting back, a smidge of aftercare at the end. a/n: Please do not read if you’re not into what's in the warnings. I had fun experimenting with this one. I tried to be a little more thorough in the warnings. Better safe than sorry. I’m still toying around with Jonathan’s voice. Let me know if you want more of this kind of thing, or something different. I’d love to interact with you guys more!

Dr. Jonathan Crane had been treating you for the better part of a year and was in the midst of creating a new medication regimen for you. Your previous treatment plan was not working as intended, so it was back to the drawing board.

He selected you as the first person to receive an experimental medication. It was meant to be inhaled and doses were to be given during the time of the appointment. You didn’t necessarily know what to expect. He’d briefly mentioned that there may be potential side effects but didn’t go into much detail. 

You were nervous the first time you’d gone in to receive a dose. As you approached the door to his office you felt a lump begin to form in your throat. You knocked and after a moment he opened the door. Jonathan always wore the same thing most of the time. Today he donned a black blazer and slacks with a white button-up. His red tie was placed right at the center of his collar. His dark hair framed his face perfectly. He looks good today, you thought, better than usual. 

You exchanged your normal pleasantries and sat across from him on a couch. His office was spacious and dark. All the furniture was made of wood. In the corner, there was a big bookcase that consisted of books on fear, pharmacology, and different editions of the DSM. The DSM-4 was missing from the shelf, presumably on his desk. 

The room brought you a lot of comfort. It was the only place you ever got to see him. It felt like Dr. Crane was the only person in all of Gotham that understood you. It was his job after all. 

Soon the time came for him to administer the medication. 

“I’m going to spray in front of your face and you’re going to breathe in. It doesn’t take much to be effective.”, he said. 

You nodded and he sprayed. 

Your nerves subsided almost immediately and your mind became quiet.

“Any difference?”, he asked. 

“My mind is silent. All my racing thoughts have stopped.” 

“Good. That means it’s working. Some of the other side effects may begin to set in now.” 

He was right. Like clockwork, you started to get drowsy. It was like someone had given you a little too much Benadryl. It was hard to keep your eyes open. 

“Dr. Crane? Is this normal?” You couldn’t help but drag the ’s’. 

“It’s nothing to worry about. It’s just the medication working. How do you feel?” He seemed a tad on edge as he awaited your answer. 

“I feel all warm inside.” 

He then leaned back against his desk. “Any drowsiness?”

“Lots of it.” You chuckled slightly.

“That is normal.” He said, answering your question. “The medication was likely to make you feel tired.”

“Does it go away?”

“As your body builds up a tolerance, the effects will lessen. Now, I wanted to talk about the recent screenings you filled out. I would like you to check over them and rate their accuracy on a scale from one to five, five being very accurate.” 

He handed you a piece of paper and you looked it over. “Four.”

“Why not five?” His eyebrows furrowed. 

“Number six. ’S worse.” Question number six pertained to your interest in sex. More specifically how terrified you were of having it. 

It was a topic you were working on with Dr. Crane since it impacted your life so much. You were hesitant to mention it at first, but he assured you it was better to talk about it instead of holding it in. So, you spilled every detail. This included your inability to get yourself off and failed hook-up attempts.

You’d try very hard but when it came time for you to do the deed you shut down and found a way out of the situation. You hadn’t been getting out there much because, frankly, the thought of being intimate with someone was frightening. You didn’t know how you’d ever get over it. 

“Have you sought out any partners to help with your fears?”, he asked.

You took a moment to process what he said. “No, I haven’t. I can’t. It’s too-“

“Frightening, yes I remember you using that word.” He removed his glasses before continuing. “I think there’s a way I can help you with that. Personally.”

You yawned. “What do you mean by that doctor?” 

“I can make you feel better.” He looked down at you and brushed your cheek with the back of his hand. 

“How do you mean?” You could hear the apprehension in your voice. He ignored your question and reached down to the hem of your top, lifting it slightly. 

You pulled back a little too quickly and you got a bit dizzy. “I don’t know about that Dr. Crane. I can’t- I’m not well.”

He ignored you. “I think it’ll be easier if I just take you here on the floor.” 

He dragged you off the couch and onto the ground, sitting up. The hardwood was cold to the touch but started to warm under your body. He kneeled next to you. You tried to fight him as he reached for your sweater. He grabbed your wrists to stop you from thrashing around. 

“I would hate to have to tie you up, sweetheart.” You knew he would follow through so you did what he wanted. You stopped fighting back.

He neatly folded and put aside each article of clothing he took off your body. Eventually, you were completely bare in front of him. You were almost too gone to grasp what was going on. Almost. The fear began to creep in and he could tell. Maybe the medication was not working the way he intended it to. Maybe he lied about what it was intended to do. 

You slurred, “Dr. Crane, please don’t- Please don’t do this.” 

He leaned over you and you tried to push him away. He only offered a small smile and reached his hand down between your legs. You whimpered as his fingers moved lightly over your clit. You mewled at the new sensation. You gave in to the feeling and your eyes started to close. When they wouldn’t open again Jonathan lightly slapped your cheek. 

“No, no, no don’t fall asleep. I need you to stay awake for me.”, he said. 

You fought the exhaustion and watched as he used his fingers to tease you. 

He noticed you getting wetter and moved his fingers down to your entrance. He slowly stretched you with two fingers, watching your face as your mouth fell open. 

A tight-lipped smile appeared on his face. He started slow and then moved his fingers in and out very quickly, hitting a new spot until he found the one that made your legs shake. You lied back and let him work on you. All you felt was bliss. No one had ever touched you like that. 

He took his hand away and you whined. This was a first and you were glad you made it this far. This was a win. 

You thought it was over, but then you noticed him unbuttoning his pants. 

Your breath quickened and you put your hand out. “Wait! Please, no! I think I’ve had enough for today.” 

“We’re not done with your treatment yet, princess. Please hold still. It will be easier for the both of us.” 

Your body was made of putty. The side effects had gotten worse. He brought your legs into position before grabbing himself in his hand. He stroked his cock a couple of times before entering you. 

He gave you no time to adjust. His pace was slow but he fucked hard. You gasped at the feeling of him inside you. You’ve never been fucked like this before. But, that didn’t matter to him. All he wanted was to feel you around him. Make you his. 

The sounds in the room sent you reeling. You didn’t know you would moan so much. The sound of his skin hitting yours filled the room along with his heavy breaths and moans. He grabbed your hips as he thrust hard and fast. You were having a hard time coping with all the feelings you were having at once. The fear, exhaustion, and pleasure were beginning to mix. You wanted to scream. Instead, you cried. 

Jonathan moaned at the sight. He loved watching you cry. He’d seen it happen during sessions and couldn’t help but wonder what it would look like if you moaned while you cried. Now he knew. You were unable to keep quiet. Silent cries became sobs which became whimpers. 

He caressed your tear-stained face, “Shhhhhh, hush now it’s alright. You’re doing so well.”

You tried to talk through your tears. “Please Jonathan- Dr. Crane, Make it stop!”

This time he went deeper. You yelped as you felt him hit a new part of you. “I’m not stopping until you tell me it feels good. Tell me, does it feel good?”

“Yes,” you moaned, “it feels good.” 

“Yeah? Are you still frightened? Are you scared of me?”

“Yes.”, you admitted. It was hard for you to get out. How could you ever fear him? All he had ever done was help you. This was just another one of his unorthodox methods. 

He bent forward and put his arms next to your ears, locking his fingers on the top of your head to hold you in place. Your body was limp as he continued fucking you into the floor. Your eyes closed; you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. 

He shook your head slightly. “No, eyes on me. Look at me.” 

You looked at him wide-eyed. 

“Open your mouth.” You obeyed and he spit in your mouth. In all honesty, you savored the taste. It was another way of him claiming you. 

“Swallow.” When you did he hummed contently. “Good girl.” 

You felt something weird tightening in your core. “Dr. Crane. I feel like I’m gonna-“. 

A long moan came out before you could finish your sentence. He fucked you as you rode your high and soon after his thrusts started to falter. He sat up and grabbed your hip to use as leverage. You mustered up as much energy as you could to move away from him, using your legs to drag yourself across the floor. He was much stronger than you at this point and he pulled you back. 

“No, come here. You’re gonna stay still while I finish. Got it?”

The tears kept flowing, but you obeyed. You lied back as he came inside of you. He stayed inside of you for a minute, savoring the moment. You were tired and blissed out. He pulled out of you without a word. He watched as his cum dropped out of you. 

“What a sight.”, he said matter a factly. He helped you sit up and wiped tears from your face with his thumb. He brought you close to him and kissed your forehead. 

He got up and put himself back together again. He fixed his clothing, tucking in his pristine white shirt and fastening his pants. He fixed his tie and looked past you into a mirror. 

Once satisfied, he grabbed a towel from his desk and cleaned you up. He helped you up to your feet and began dressing you. His demeanor was softer now. He took his time as he got you dressed. Once he was finished he helped you sit on the couch. You curled up into his side, seeking comfort from the man who had just used you. 

You’d never felt more confused. You knew this shouldn’t have happened. Every boundary had been crossed. But, the special attention from him felt better than anything. You fell asleep on his shoulder. He let you sleep on him for a while before he got up to write notes on what had just occurred. He found his glasses, put them on, and returned to his desk to begin writing. He included your reaction to the “medication” and how receptive you were to the treatment.

You woke up about an hour later, confused. You looked around and recognized his office. The memories of earlier events came rushing back. You felt your cheeks get hot.

Jonathan looked up from the paper he was holding up. “Rise and shine.”

He grabbed a sheet of paper from your file. He attached it to a clipboard and grabbed a pen. He handed you the materials and you looked down. It was another questionnaire. 

“Fill this out as accurately as possible.”

“What is it for?” You cleared your throat. He sat back down at his desk and picked up the paper he was previously inspecting. He looked at your file before looking back at you. 

“Our next session.”, he replied. 

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[inf3ct3dd]

ellie headcanons ..!

warnings : literally none, perfectly sfw 😍😍

content: loser!ellie x reader, more ellie-focused than relationship focused (sorryyyy 😞😞)

authors note: i’ve literally never done headcanons omg 😓 this is js my random ramblings 🔥🔥🔥

pt. 2 ! taglist!!!! masterlist!!

- send you an excessive amount of reels. every 5 seconds. cute cats, random facts about space, stuff she thinks is funny, it all goes to you.

- definitely had a “rock collection” when she was little, but she was so ???? excessive with it??? like every time she saw a rock she picked it up. she walked so weird bc her pockets were just FULL OF ROCKS.

- also, was literally the grimiest kid ever. playing in ROLLING IN the mud, going snail hunting when it rained!!! she was the kid that would go in the bushes and mess w rolly pollies all the time for NO REASON.

- is weirdly good at fishing?? joel took her all the time, and shes a self proclaimed “fishing master”

- WAYYY clumsy. always running into a wall, tripping on air, or missing steps on the stairs (smh its cuz of that damn phone 😒😒)

- im so into the whole “adam sandler” fits cuz its so true. esp during the summer, its some stupid t shirt that says “master baiter” and a pair of old basketball shorts.

- speaking of t shirts, she’s def the type to own an absurd amount of dumb t shirts.

- gets all her clothes from like, walmart and goodwill. she does not CARE!!!

- cuts her own hair too 🤞🏽🤞🏽 shes soooo self sufficient 😍😍😍

- bites. she is such a biter.

- speaking of, i feel like she js has to have something in her mouth constantly. gum, random pieces of plastic, bottle caps, pens, anything 😞

- speaking of mouths (wow sierra so many connections!!!) she def had braces , but she hates wearing her retainer so her teeth are like ever-so-slightly fucked up

- is AMAZING at committing to the bit. she will drag it for DAYSSS if you don’t tell her to stop. once did a (awful) british accent for 4 days until you threw something at her and told her to shut the fuck up

- definitely not shy, just kind of…odd. she’ll talk to anyone that talks to her, she just doesn’t really approach people.

- weird obsession with pickles. has a pickle stuffed animal with a mustache and glasses that she bought from goodwill

- hangs up so much stuff on her walls!!!! tickets, old notes, cards, pictures of people, drawings, old tickets, literally anything she thinks looks cool

- obsessed with rollercoasters!!! she took you to the fair for your first date

- also like- very good at fair games. she’s so cocky about it too, you’ll go home with like 20 stuffed animals she won for you and she’ll carry ALL OF THEM with the stupidest smile on her face

- wears all of joels old contractor-workwear clothes during the colder months

- trys so hard to be “mysterious” but she’s never actually doing anything so she just does stuff like not telling you what movie she’s watching or what she’s eating

- also just texts you 24-7!!! like every time she’s doing something she’s like “i made a quesadilla” “i went to the store” “i took a shower” she just looooves keeping you updated

- tries to raise one eyebrow but ends up just squinting one eye. so funny 😞😞

- really good at solving rubix cubes???

- definitely had a fuck ass bob at one point

- GLASSES. that is all. glasses.

- listens to so much dad rock, midwest emo, indie, she LOVES male manipulator music!! but like she isn’t like thatttt shes so niceeee 😞😞

- mostly calls you babe/baby, she’ll call you really dumb pet names as a joke like “pookie” 😭😭

#loser!ellie #ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams headcanons #ellie x y/n #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #modern au #lesbian

[bigfatbimbo]

I wanna ruin vox.

I want to mess with him all day.

Wakes up: dry humping and cums in his pants with a shudder

Office?: Riding your thigh, the friction not enough.

During a meeting?: Riding him as he draws blood from trying to. Stay quiet by biting his hand.

And at the end of the day edging him so much he cries.

Brainrot.

a/n — Love this idea! Sub Vox prompts always have me drooling. Especially when were mean to him.

Morning would go something like this; waking Vox up innocently enough by straddling him and placing kisses on his screen. He would rise and after a few moments kiss you back. Morning affection, all wholesome and fun, right?

Of course, until you start grinding down on his crotch, making him suck in breath and mutter out a few curses. Hump him faster and his grip will tighten on the bedsheets.

He would ask you to take his pants off, but you would deny him and say “Oh, I don’t know sweetheart. Doesn’t it seem a little early in the morning for that?”

He’d whine because that’s not fair. You’re trying to get a rise out of him, and in a very literal sense, it’s working.

Oh well, continue to kiss his screen while humping his clothed dick. He whimpers and whines for you to ‘Just get it over with and undress him!’

But good boys ask for things they want nicely, so once again, you deny him. At this point he’s squirming below you, still being peppered in kisses. However, it becomes too much for him to take and he messes up his comfy pajama pants with his cum. He’s still whining, from the mess, the way you scolded him afterwards, and then the way you got off immediately.

Around noon, you’d find him in his office, trying to do work. But it wouldn’t take long to convince him to take a little break.

It would take an even shorter amount of time for you two to start making out, and you pulling him onto your lap, moving his hips slowly with your hands. He whimpers into your mouth as he picks up the pace.

Trying to take off his work coat, he would whine about how tight his clothes felt. However, you stop him when he tries to unbutton his shirt, instructing him to keep riding your thigh.

He would bitch about it and try to formulate some snarky comment, but at the same time he would hump your leg fast and more desperately, eyes filling with tears because it’s just not enough.

You sink your teeth into his neck and he’d cry out and tell you to “take it easy!” But all power in his voice is gone by the end of the sentence when his voice cracks and he bites back a moan.

Finally you do take it easy on him, in the afternoon. Except really, you don’t. He’s on call for a meeting and thank god it’s not a video call because you’re in his lap riding his dick.

He’s trying not to cry out or whine or make any noise other than the occasional ‘mhm’ to make it seem like he was listening.

But the way you’re slamming your pussy on to his cock made him want to cry. He was trying hard to muffle his ragged breath by covering his mouth with his hand.

He’s drooling into his palm and his eyes are becoming unfocused. The noise of the call become useless background noise. But he’s trying to hold himself together. “Uh-huh” is all he says now, the illusion that he was really mentally present during the meeting slowly shattering.

He has to bite down on his thumb when he feels himself about to cum. But then you turn his head towards you and make him watch you, still riding his dick mercilessly.

This is eyes breaking point, he sinks his teeth into his thumb, drawing blood as he climaxes. Still, that didn’t muffle the whimper he let out well enough.

He’d cover for himself on call after a few moments, saying he just got a paper cut or something.

And now it’s nighttime and you’re being absolutely ruthless. After everything you put him through today, you’re still not letting him cum easily. Hasn’t he taken everything so good, though? He’s been a little bratty, sure, but all and all, hasn’t he done everything you asked?

Now, he doesn’t even try to fight back, no snarky comments or anything. He just takes it, listens, holds back, and fucking cries. Tears are streaming from the corner of his eyes and dampening his screen. He’s glitching out and buffering and begging you for mercy.

Because you’re touching him everywhere so gently and saying such nice things but yet, he still has to hold back. Your hands play with his cock, his nipples, anywhere they can grab.

And he’s still sobbing under the attention and pleading with you to ‘stop!’ ‘give him more’ ‘let him cum’ just anything.

He’s sniffling and crying when you finally lean down and kiss him, saying how he’s “been such a good boy the whole day, and he deserves to finally let go.”

He’s whining and whimpering out of pure relief as he finally climax’s, falling back and relaxing in the bed breathlessly.

You coo down at him about how good he was and how patient he was, treating him to fantastic snuggly aftercare. He deserves it after the day he’s had.

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