having to be very quiet while with leehan in your room because you don’t wanna get caught… he was acting all cute and innocent like a puppy when he greeted your parents before going up to your room.. but the second the door to your room is closed shut & locked, it’s like he has put down that cute and bubbly mask down in a split second…
omg nonnie...this is so yummy <3
leehan is on his very best behaviour in front of your parents. he's so sweet and lovely and polite, always saying the right things. being a cute, giggly mess, promising them that he's always taking such good care of you. little did you know that he was referring to a completely different kind of care that you and your parents were thinking of.
as soon as the door closes behind him his pretty hands are all over you. he cups your face and kisses you deeply, wasting no time in letting his tongue tangle with yours. his hands roam all over your body, pulling you closer to him until it practically hurts. he's grabbing your ass and tits, sucking on your bottom lip, biting the sweet spot on your neck...anything to elicit filthy moans from you. he wants to see you fail to be quiet as he touches you.
the moment you both break apart for air, leehan would be speaking to you softly but lowly, with that pretty deep voice of his (i hate him). "need you to be quiet for me, pretty. don't want your parents to find out how good i'm taking care of you, do we?" leehan is always sweet and loving, but in these situations he finds so much pleasure in being a tease and seeing you struggle. he'd spend the rest of the night between your legs with a sickly sweet smirk on his face as threatens to deny your orgasm if you moan too loudly.
once he's done eating you out like his life depended on it, he's fucking you into oblivion. his body is pressed right against yours, one hand over your mouth as he coos and giggles at your inability to keep quiet. "shh, pretty. don't you want to cum?"
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Very sad that rhe people who only follow you on xitter or instagram will never experience the silly chaos that its following you on this hell site
Between the lore dumps on tags and the very silly anon questions, I say it's 10/10 would recommend
Ah, thank you! There's just something about tumblr especially that encourages a little bit of silliness, personal touch and sharing your creative projects.
Folks on twitter and bsky are getting the highlights, it's a sleek but abridged experience, I don't talk about my characters there (the post format is just so ill-suited for that in my opinion). To get the lore and context you have to trudge through the unorganized chaos that is this very hellsite.
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Suddenly i feel like i want to grab my ruler and measure doodlebob soap eyeballs diameter
it'll be a fruitless endeavor, unfortunately,,,
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Have you ever,,, drawn Alva? THIS IS RANDOM BUT I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO SEE HIM IN YOUR STYLE QAQ /gen
I Haven't!! 👀👀👀 BUT NOW I FINALLY HAVE~ Here YA GO anon~
The first time drawing Alva:
He looks kinda adorable here actually PFF
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So I have to ask, in your jjk sibling AU….how close were Sukuna and grandpa? And how did the siblings deal with his death together? I just have to know 😭
Anon, why did you do this to me 😭 anyway, yes sukuna was close with his grandpa just like yuuji. But apparently his grandpa didnt like it when sukuna was going through his "emo phase" and would often smack him in his head while saying, "you look like a sewer rat that just barely escaped a house fire." Yuuji would laugh his ass off and he gotta admit the look didnt suit sukuna at all.
Okay, so, this is gonna be hard. Yuuji was the first one to cry when they heard the news from the hospital. Sukuna, on the other hand, was too shock to handle the news that he didnt know how to react. He busied himself helping their parents for the funeral preparation, telling other family members about the news. He suppresed down all the emotions while also tried to calm yuuji down. I think he's the type to look strong in front of the others while still trying to process what just happened.
But then it all came crashing down like waves for sukuna the next day. He broke down, couldnt sleep, spent the entire day in his room, only came out to eat and didnt even talk that much. Yuuji, while still grieving, tried to knock on his room to check up on him. They talked awkwardly on the door frame, sukuna just looked so tired that yuuji thought he would eat him alive if he tried to take another step into his room.
But surprisingly, sukuna allowed him. Yuuji sitting himself down on his computer chair, while sukuna laying down in his bed, face staring at the ceiling. They talked about their days first, all the "how are you" just beating around the bush untill finally their grandpa. They reminisced all their happy moments, and yuuji could see that sukuna was trying really hard not to cry in front of him. They talked for 2 hours but most of it just filled with silence.
Yuuji then told sukuna to take a rest, in which sukuna replied with a mumbled thanks. It took them both days to finally processed the grieving and getting back up on their feet again.
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Recent fantasy: an inexperienced friend asking me about how he can tell that his future partner is cumming - he's read that many women fake their orgasms and now he's scared he won't be able to tell the difference and if i could give him some pointers?
So I offer to show him how it feels instead. He nods hesitantly, face flushed and attempting in vain to hide behind his short hair, but his eyes stay glued to my body while I'm undressing.
Slowly, I spread my legs wider, shifting both our focus on my pussy, and trail one hand down, spread it for him with my fingers. Poor boy looks about ready to faint, but he does his very best to stay focused and listen to my explanations. I show him my clit, tell him that many girls cum from clit stimulation, that prenetation isn't always enough and that he shouldn't feel bad about it.
I start up a rhythm of tight circles on my clit as I'm talking so my words occasionally tip over in a moan, and his eyes grow wider with every single one of them. But he also leans forward, pants tenting as he watches me touch myself right before him.
After checking that he's okay with touching, I grab his hand and drag it to my pussy, instructing him to put two fingers in. He groans when he does, mumbling about how tight, how wet i am around his fingers, how soft it feels. I clench more or less involuntary around him and laugh softly at his startled expression and tell him that he's doing everything right, to crook his fingers, to keep repeating that motion.
I let him finger me for a while, let him find his rhythm while I'm still working my clit, climbing steadily higher and higher. Eventually, he looks up from where his fingers disappear inside me and watches my expression instead, cheeks still flushed but for another reason now.
"Close," I tell him around a moan and press harder on my clit, pleasure shooting through my middle with every crook of his fingers and every press of mine.
It's almost more rewarding to watch his face than the feeling of the orgasm washing over my body when it happens. His mouth is slightly open, eyes lazer focused on my pussy once more as it keeps clenching around his fingers, and he mutters a breathy "fuck" over the noises my wetness makes.
I have to take a minute to catch my breath and another to gingerly pull his hand free from my body but when I do, I'm met with the most bashful smile and a cute little "thank you"
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