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[k-femdove]

Teach Me || Q.K

inspired by the one and only dematus and gentlyfillmyveins on ao3!

pairing :: sub!qian kun x dom!gn!reader

warnings :: omegaverse, boypussy omega kun, kun is a TA, alpha!reader (has a dick- can be read whatever gender), reader is a student, mr. lee is taeyong, tutoring, porn w/o plot, like it’s just porn, reader loves his scent, omega slick, like lots of it, and cum too, not explicitly stated but 100% consensual, hickeys, cunnilingus, fingering, edging, overstimulation, kun is a tsundere, reader has a massive cock, fucking on a table, kun squirts once, reader calls him princess, mindbreak, breeding kink, kun is a slutty lil pillow princess, knotting, passing out, reader takes photos of him passed out, slight somnophilia (reader makes kun taste cum while he’s asleep), fucking with glasses on,  jesus Christ how did I fit all of this

word count :: 2.5k... i got a little carried away with the content

Synopsis :: You've always had a thing for pretty, smart, older men.

playlist link here! or listen to “Promiscuous” by Nelly Furtado

You were never the best student. You didn't mean to be so unfocused; it just turned out like that. Whether talking with your friend or scribbling on your paper until it bore you to death, your attention would be on everything but the lesson.

"Y/n, could you stay for a moment?" Your professor, Mr. Lee, called out after most of the class had left. He sat at his desk, his younger TA next to him. Both were young- maybe less than a decade older than you? 

"What's up?" You asked, leaning onto the desk. 

Despite asking, you already knew it was about your grades. Even though your performance was lacking, it wouldn't hurt to improve. 

"As you may know, your recent assignments have been lackluster."  He began, looking the papers over. "It may be a good idea to get a tutor. I've spoken to Mr. Qian about it, and I trust him enough to provide you with the help you need. What do you say?"

Mr. Qian? You glanced at the TA next to your professor. Hm. So that was his last name. You had never really spoken before, so you knew him as Kun. He was soft-spoken and very well-mannered, always speaking eloquently. The man was never in the same part of the room as you, so you didn't pay much attention to him. 

You smiled, turning back to Mr. Lee. "When do we start?"

When you agreed to private sessions, this was not what you hoped would happen. It was Sunday morning, and the warmth of fall was still present. 

Then Kun walked in. As you opened the door to let him in, a strong omega scent hit you like lightning. It reminded you of strawberry candy, the type you'd find in those tiny plastic wrappers. You know, the ones you'd find in a typical Asian store. There was a strange depth to it that was more than just candy. The sweetness was intoxicating, so easy to breathe in and savor. 

You could feel your mouth water as you led him to your coffee table- god, had he always smelt this heavenly? 

Not only that, but he suddenly appeared much more attractive. His silver-rimmed glasses lay perfectly on his face. You began to scan his clothes discreetly, eyes pleasantly surprised. 

He noticed your gaze as he let out an awkward chuckle. His hand moved up to adjust the sleeve of his sweater. It was a light blue with white stripes at the collar, like a vest he usually wore over a collared shirt. You glanced at the sweater again. He wasn't wearing a shirt underneath it. 

"I guess I am a little underdressed. It's warm today- I hope you don't mind?" 

"Oh, of course not." You said, snapping out of your trance. "I don't mind at all."

You didn't mind an hour ago. Now you wished you said otherwise.

As Kun was halfway through a lengthy and detailed explanation, you were practically glaring at him. A sleeve of his sweater slipped off his shoulder, exposing his collarbone. 

Dirty thoughts filled your head. Him without the sweater. Him moaning as you marked his gorgeous collarbones. Him bending over as he begged for your cock-

"Y/n, are you listening?" He said, waving a hand in front of your face.

Your head jolted back up to look at his concerned face, desperately trying to hide your spontaneous boner. Fuck, you just got a boner from your teacher. This day couldn't possibly get worse.

"Are you okay? You've zoned out this whole time." He said, genuinely worried. 

"I-I'm sorry." You blurted out, eyes darting around the room. "I'm just distracted."

"Distracted?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed. "Distracted by what?" 

"By- well- this." You explained, gesturing to his hole whole appearance. 

"This?" Kun repeats, now mildly offended. Then he looks down at your raging hard-on and back at your flustered face. "Oh... Oh."

Another wave of his scent fills the air around you. You begin to lose control of your senses, leaning in closer. Your pupils dilate, and your eyes fill with lust as you breathe it in. 

Kun begins to panic as the scent of your arousal continues to trigger his, his panties already dampening. 

He had to admit you were attractive, catching himself staring a few times in class, but he had never expected it to go this far. 

"T-This is so inappropriate." He stuttered out. "I'm supposed to be your teacher!"

"Inappropriate? My entire apartment smells like you! You're the one wearing that stupid sweater!" You exclaimed.

"You've never had a problem with my scent before!"

"That's because you've never looked this fucking sexy!"

Kun falters for a moment, eyes wide open. "Wait, looked? I thought it was just the scent!"

"No, it's just you! Stop seducing me!" You say, hands on his shoulders. 

"And if I don't?" He replies quietly, testing the waters. 

You pull him in closer, inches away from his face. Kun starts to leak as your pheromones affect him. 

"I'll fuck you until you can't even walk."

He whimpers as you kiss him, hand palming your erection. A small string of saliva connects you as you pull away. You trail kisses down to his collarbone, where you suck harshly on the skin you've wanted to mark, eliciting a faint whine. 

You shove his back onto the table and pull his jeans off, throwing them god knows where. You’re met with the sight of his gorgeous legs, smooth to the touch. As your eyes move up his thighs, you move a hand to rub him through his soaked panties. 

“Stop teasing me….” He pleads, unconsciously pushing his lower half onto your hand.

You laugh at his eagerness and place a hand on his hips, preventing him from moving. 

You hum lightly and inch the pretty panties off him, placing them on the side of the table.

His scent grows stronger as you spread his legs, exposing a pink, hairless, and virtually untouched pussy. Your mouth watered as copious amounts of slick began to drip on the floor. 

“God, you're going to be the death of me...” you mutter, feasting on him with your eyes. 

You eagerly lean in and begin kissing his thighs. Kun groans as you guide your mouth everywhere but his pussy. 

As Kun begins to grow irritated, a gasp escapes his mouth as you lick a stripe on his pussy. The taste of his arousal spreads through your mouth. 

If the scent of him drove you crazy, his taste was on another level. It had vanilla and strawberry undertones, sweet and sugar-like. 

You dove back in, licking circles around his clit. Kun mewled as you moved your tongue down to his entrance, hungrily tasting the slick he let gush out. Your tongue easily entered him, plunging in and out. 

“F-Fuck,” he said, moans growing louder. “I’m so close.” 

Just as his thighs began to shake, you pulled away completely. Kun let out a loud whine, desperately trying to chase after his lost orgasm. 

Once you were positive that the buildup was lost, you easily plunged a finger into his hole. Slick or not, it wouldn't hurt to prep him a bit more. 

You took your free hand and slid it up his sweater, caressing his nipple. Kun’s breath hitched and his thighs instinctively squeezed together. 

You forced them apart again, inserting a second finger and sucking harshly on his clit. He let out a surprised yelp that quickly turned into loud, needy moans. 

Your fingers curled up as you thrust them deeper, eventually finding his G-spot. You pressed up against it, thrusting in and out. 

Kun’s entire body shook as he neared orgasm yet again, only for you to halt your movements. He makes a pained noise as he attempts to fuck himself back onto your fingers, but the stimulation was lost. 

You laughed at his reaction, already pushing a third finger into him. The slide was incredibly easy and your fingers jabbed against his G-spot once more. 

He sobbed as arousal pooled in his stomach, nearing his high again. He panted heavily and moved to take his glasses off, but you grabbed his hand. 

“Don’t.” You said, looking at his disheveled appearance, his glasses beginning to fog from the heat. “They make you look sexy.” 

Kun whimpers as you continue to finger fuck him, so close to the edge- closer than you'd ever pushed him. He squeezes his eyes shut in the hope that you’ll let him cum, only seconds away from his orgasm. 

A broken sob escapes his lips when you pull your fingers out completely, licking them clean. 

“You- You're so mean...” He cries, eyes glossy and beautiful. 

“Me? Mean? I don’t think you should be insulting a student, Mr. Qian.” 

Kun winces as reality hits him. He bites his lip and looks at you, teary-eyed. 

“I hate you, y/n.” He whimpers, averting his eyes away from you.

You smirk at him, eyes filled with lust. “You say you hate me, but your slick is getting all over the floor... Again. Tell me, sir. Do you want me to fuck you or not?”

He bites his lip before glancing at you. “Please...” He whimpers again, spreading his legs farther apart. 

You smile, unzipping your pants and pulling your massive cock out of your underwear. Kun widens his eyes at the size. He’d never taken anything like that before. 

Your cock throbs as you swipe a glob of precum with your finger and point it at Kun’s mouth. 

The man catches on immediately and eagerly takes your digits into his mouth, moaning from the taste. Another wave of arousal gushes from his entrance, and you lick it up before your floor can become even wetter. 

Kun moans as you push your cock in, already pushing against his G-spot. 

“Halfway there, princess.” You say, grasping his hips and pushing him farther down. 

Only half? He thinks, already feeling filled to the brim. 

He screamed as you shoved yourself inside, stretching his insides as you buried yourself balls-deep inside of him. He couldn't believe how full he felt, how much pain mixed with pleasure. 

It only takes a few small thrusts before Kun already feels like cumming, his denied orgasms making him a thousand times more sensitive. 

You grunt as his velvety soft walls begin to clench around you, so you pull out completely. 

He cries out at the feeling of being empty, grinding his hips into the air. 

“Fuck, please!” He whines.

“Please what?”

“C-cum! Please let me cum!” He pleads, but you pound into him before he can even finish talking. 

His stomach bulged as you thrust deeper inside him, reaching places no one else could. He gasped as he felt himself stretch further than he thought possible.

The sudden sensation caused him to squirm wildly, trying desperately to escape the pleasure. It only intensified the feeling as he struggled to cope with it. The pain and pleasure were almost unbearable, yet it felt so good. 

Before Kun knew it, his orgasm hit him like a truck. The room filled with his pretty noises as he clenched around your cock, cumming all over it. 

Panting heavily, he rode out his orgasm before realizing that you weren't stopping. The pleasure turned to the pain of overstimulation. His thighs shook as you thrust into him, pleasure slowly taking over his body. 

“Ah, wait- what are you doing?” He moaned as you pounded into him ruthlessly as if you didn’t care about how he felt. 

“You said you wanted to cum, right princess?” You said, hand massaging his clit. 

Kun screams as he squirts all over your cock before coming a second time, having no time to recover as you continue to thrust into him.

He cried out as you fucked him hard, causing his body to shake uncontrollably. Every nerve ending seemed to fire at once, causing him to feel like he was going to pass out. And then, just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, yet another orgasm washes over him. 

“You good, princess? We’re nowhere near done yet.”

He nods lazily as you coax orgasm after orgasm out of him. His eyes are glued shut at this point and his voice is hoarse from moaning like a slut. He feels so faded that he can't even remember how many times he’s come, the morning turned to the afternoon as you fucked the living shit out of him. 

“Fuck me harder!” He begs, his insides practically memorizing the shape of your cock. “Ah- please! Breed me full of your pups! ♡! ♡♡!” 

You take a moment to admire your work. The once-composed and eloquent TA was reduced to nothing but a babbling mess. His sweet scent was long gone and replaced with the smell of pure sex. 

You considered his request. You knew he wouldn't get pregnant, so what harm would there be? 

Kun cums one last time, clenching even harder around you. You feel your knot expanding, catching against his rim. 

With one final thrust, you bury yourself in him. Cum shoots deep inside him in regular 5-minute intervals, filling him up until you can see a faint bulge in his stomach. 

Kun is pretty much passed out, so you scroll mindlessly on your phone until your knot comes down. 

When the time comes, you ready your camera and pull your cock out. Thick and slick gushes out into a small bowl (you had prepared for this beforehand) and you snap one too many photos. 

Kun looks majestic. He's wearing nothing but his oversized sweater and his collarbone is exposed, covered in dark hickeys. His hair is ruffled in a post-sex mess, and glasses laying on the tip of his nose. 

You take a few photos of his gaping hole, pink and clenching around nothing. You hum before scooping a generous amount of the cum-slick mixture with your fingers and feeding it to him as he lets out a small moan in his sleep. You clean him up a bit before getting dressed and cleaning up your apartment, which smelled an awful lot like strawberry candy (courtesy of a large amount of slick on your floor), and your citrusy scent. 

Once done, you lay in bed next to Kun before falling asleep, holding his body close to yours. 

By the time you woke up, the man was already gone. 

True to your word, Kun showed up to school the next day stumbling and with a noticeable limp. He had done a good job cleaning himself though, and all remnants of sex were gone. 

You giggled as Mr. Lee and numerous students approached him asking if he was okay, concern painted on their faces. 

Right before the lesson began, you approached Mr. Lee as he spoke with Kun. 

“I've been having trouble with this lesson, so could Mr. Qian sit with me? I've learned over our session that he's good at many things.” 

Kun’s eyes widen and he nearly chokes on his spit, face growing red. 

Thankfully for him, the professor doesn't seem to catch on, and now Kun is taking a seat in the back of the class with you. 

The tension seems to ease as you stay silent for most of the class, but you turn to him halfway through and place a hand on his thigh. 

You can already smell his scent releasing again before you lean in and whisper something into his ear. 

“We’re still on for that session Wednesday, right princess?”

a/n :: decided to post this while you guys wait for first love pt.2... it’s not very good but it’s what we have for now (i literally wrote this at like 3am bc I was horny or something...) i’ve been dreaming of tutor!kun and we need more boypussy sub!idol fics !!

[mountainsandmayhem]

hey hun!! for your 500 followers celebration could you do 📝, of a scenario in which joel comes home to find you all cramped up and in pain since you began your period and he decides to be the comforting little man and cuddles you to death??

(no pressure!! 🥰🤗)

-vii💗💗

Joel: Period Master

18+, but mostly fluff

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

AN: Thank you sweet Viv for this ask. This is based in the Little Dove universe, but Sarah and Ellie are teenagers and living at home. 💋 also, I 100% did not edit or proof read this. Sorry!

Joel has had a long ass day. A joke of a day really. First the concrete was late, then someone broke the powered wheelbarrow so they were moving gravel by hand. Then it started raining and they scrambled to cover everything, the job site soon became a muddy mess. He’s desperately looking forward to a hot shower and a glass of whiskey.

He pulls into the garage to see your vehicle already parked, which is strange since you had plans with a friend for after work drinks.

He trudges from the truck to the back door, mud still breaking off his work boots along the shiny concrete floor of the garage. He toes them off before heading into the back entry. Your heels are tossed on the floor, work bag and jacket haphazardly placed on the bench.

“Babe?” He calls from the back door, walking around to the family room to find his two daughters curled up on the couches.

“Hi girls. Where’s your mom?”

They both shoot daggers from their eyes, Ellie clutching the blanket tighter around herself and Sarah flipping the ice pack that’s draped across the back of her neck.

Shit, already that time.

The joys of living with all women….they’ve synced up. His usually sweet teenagers daughters turn extra moody, but Joel is the supporter of this family in every way, so he is always prepared for this time each month. Sarah, usually the sweet tooth, needs salt and chocolate milk. Ellie, usually the salty one, needs Diet Coke and green gummy frogs. All things Joel keeps tucked up in a cupboard, or in the back of the beer fridge in the garage.

He sneaks quietly back into the living room, putting the emergency supplies for the girls down on the coffee table as they watch Dirty Dancing.

Ellie looks up at him with sad eyes, tears welling in the corners. “Thanks, dad.”

He crouches down beside her and rubs her lower back through the big fuzzy blanket she’s cocooned in. “You’re welcome, kiddo. Do you need anything else?”

Sarah’s head pops up from her couch, “Mom’s not doing well. You should go be with her.”

He kisses both his daughters on the foreheads, taking a big breath before walking down the hall to your bedroom. Nothing in this world breaks his heart more than seeing you in pain. He knows some months can be worse than others, he knows about the bloating and the large clots you deal with. He knows that you can be insatiably hungry one minute and throwing up the next. He knows that your cramps can have you on the floor in the matter of seconds most of the time.

He opens the door as quietly as possible, finding you curled in a tight ball under the down filled duvet, just your hair peaking out the top. The room is stifling hot, the air almost thick, it feels like being in Phoenix in July as he pads over to the bed.

“Baby?” He whispers, carefully climbing up beside you, trying not to disturb you. A lesson he learned a few years ago when you had finally gotten comfortable, only to be brought to big crocodile tears when he moved a pillow that was tucked against your back.

A sad groaning whine leaves your throat as his large palm dips under the blanket to cup your forehead. “Sweetie, you’re burning up.”

“I’m freezing,” you whine, pulling the big blanket tighter around you.

“Ok, baby girl. I’m here now,” he says, standing and stripping down to his boxers briefs. You peek your eyes over the blanket, watching the way his strong body flexes and relaxes, the muscles ripping as he moves. The summer sun has tanned his arms a beautiful golden brown.

He wanders around to lay behind you. “Let me in, honey.”

You let go of the blanket so he can slip under, his warmth immediately sinking into you, heating your sore and achy body all the way to the bone. “You’re practically naked under here, Little Dove.”

You sink back into his heat. “Don’t look, I’m wearing the worst granny panties and one of those super pads.”

His hands trail around your slides, a large palm resting on the very bottom of your belly where the cramps are, hand sliding under the band of your incredibly unattractive panties. “You’re sexy to me no matter what you wear.”

Joel begins kneading the muscles of your lower abdomen, simulating the contracting of your uterus and the pain begins to ease. You moan and relax more into your perfect man.

“That feel good?” He says in a deep, gravel filled whisper.

“Mm-hmmm,” you hum, closing your eyes and finally feeling relief from the debilitating cramps.

Joel pulls you in tighter and kisses your shoulder. “I’m sorry you’re suffering, baby. I’m going to take care of you. Anything you need, I’ll do it or get it.”

“DAAAAAAD!!” Sarah and Ellie call in unison from the couch. “PIZZAAAA!!!”

You snort a little laugh. Poor Joel, having to deal with all these uterus’s.

“Pizza party?” You ask.

“Anything for my girls.” He hums, stubble grazing the shell of your ear.

“Anything?” You say mischievously.

“You’re not painting my toe nails again”

“Damn. I have this new hot pink that I think would really suit you,” you tease.

Joel’s quiet for a moment, still kneading the muscles absentmindedly, but with incredible care and precision. “I’ll lend you my favourite sweats and t shirt if you stay away from my toes.”

“Deal,” you say with a wince.

“What’s wrong?” Joel says, pulling you onto your back so he can look you over. Concern etching his eyebrows.

You reach up and rub the creases spot with your thumb, his eyes meeting yours. “Butt hole cramp,” you say flatly.

Joel smirks down at you, at this angle your swollen, heavy breasts are on display for him. “Want me to kiss it better?”

“You’re a menace, Joel Miller. And our daughters will riot if we don’t get them pizza soon.”

Joel lends you his clothes and helps you get dressed before sliding on his jeans and t shirt. He kisses your forehead and helps you to the lazy boy chair, brining your king sized duvet with him to wrap you up.

“I’ll be back with pizza,” he says to the group.

As soon as he’s out of ear shot Ellie pipes up, “do you think if we play this up we can get him to let us paint his toe nails again?”

[altf4d3lete]

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[ninadove]

20 questions for fic writers 📝✨

Thank you for tagging me, @bittersweetresilience! I love talking about myself. I’m my own favourite subject.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

As of now, 13! I’m keeping a couple in store as they were written for specific events.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

62,992 let’s GO

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Miraculous Ladybug and Professor Layton! I should really get working on the latter again…

4. What are your Top 5 fics by kudos?

@paracosmicat look at our babies. They’re doing so well 💜💚

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do!!! I love exchanging with readers, especially since our little fandom niche is so comfy and warm. If you’ve ever left me a kind comment or a bunch of happy emojis, please know you made my day! 💖

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

WELL THEY ALL GET HAPPY ENDINGS

Clive isn’t doing too hot in The Lucky Ones right now, but it’s a WIP so he’ll get there. Eventually.

As for my finished fics, probably Everything I did (I did for you) pre-epilogue? I consider it to be a happy resolution, but Adrien is crying pretty hard.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

WELL THEY ALL GET HAPPY ENDINGS — Oh wait. I already mentioned that, didn’t I.

The fluffiest one (so far) is probably Avant-première!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope! People have been wonderful overall. 💖

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Oh oh, my friends. I wouldn’t even know where to start. I am a little ace dove who gets a critical case of boredom whenever movies feel the need to feature a smutty scene.

Nothing wrong with the genre itself, of course — it’s just not my cup of tea!

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

@dragongutsixofficial have discussed many crossovers over the years! Maybe one day I will commit one to paper. 🌍

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope! Hopefully this doesn’t change.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, but that would be a good exercise! Writing in my first language (🇫🇷) actually puts a bigger pressure on my shoulders.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

ABSOLUTELY AND HERE ARE THE GOODS:

Shadow Strike with @paracosmicat

Unmasked with @paracosmicat

ephialtes / reverie with the Anarchist Gang Server (🎶 all of you, all of youuu 🎶)

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

🎶 In canon they have never met 🎶

Special mention to Feligami, because. Duh.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

LISTEN I WILL FINISH IT I JUST NEED TO FOLLOW THE BRAINWORMS WHERE THEY TAKE ME

But right now it’s probably The Lucky Ones, my role swap AU for Professor Layton. I’ve been working on it since 2019 and I know where I’m going with it — it’s just taking a while to actually get there, y’know?

16. What are your writing strengths?

Well I’m very good at making myself cry. Which hopefully means the feelings are getting across to my lovely readers too.

I do have extensive experience on writing redeemed villains struggling to build back bridges with the people they love. 12 years of obsessing over a fictional terrorist will do that to you.

Technically speaking, though, I think I’ve gotten great at deleting bits of dialogue and description I don’t need to keep only the essentials! It makes my writing lighter, while also encouraging readers to explore the metaphors for themselves.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I am paiiinfully slow and lose motivation easily when writing longer fics (see: The Lucky Ones). Shadow Strike is the exception to the rule, and what a wonderful exception it is. 💜💚

One-shots are the format for me, but I’ve been enjoying two and three-parters a lot lately!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I don’t think I’ve had to do it before (except for the occasional nickname or curse word), but I’d probably be able to!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Probably Professor Layton or Pokémon Black and White! I got into these when I was 13. Dragon Quest IX came a little bit earlier, but it took a while to finish, so my one big fic for it must have been around the same time.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

How could you make me choose (Shadow Strike)

How dare you even suggest I might like some of my babies more than the others (Shadow Strike)

Preposterous. I could never pick just one —

SHADOW STRIKE

Hmm. Yes. It is Shadow Strike indeed. @paracosmicat and I have so much fun working together and we get to be as self-indulgent as our hearts desire. Truly our masterpiece. 💜💚

From a technical perspective, I think Everything I did (I did for you) is my best work so far! I’m very proud of the metaphors carefully woven into this one. Photosynthèse was a nice training!

Everything I write for Feligami fixes something in my brain chemistry, and La nuit, tous les chats sont gris just. Makes me so happy. For so many reasons.

Tagging @dragongutsixofficial, @paracosmicat and anyone who would like to participate! 💖📝

[bteezxyewriter12]

Just The Way You Are/ 3

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

Word count- 2.5k

Includes- Oral, pussy eating, cum swallowing, riding, public sex, multiple orgasms, Dom reader, sub Seonghwa, dirty talk

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa @yeosxxx @seokwoosmole @jjongsbebe @wisejudgedragonhairdo @meowmeowminnie @woo-stars @borntowalkaway @usagionthered @san-realblkwife @seonghwasstar @jejeyeppeo @aichanvlog @vemarkciraptor @soulseobi05 @kpop-bambi

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J POV

"Seonghwa", I moan, sitting on the desk and watching him eat my pussy

He already made me cum twice, working on a third

We ran into each other on campus which is surprising since I haven't run into him before

I'm done with classes while he was walking to his next one

That was in an hour and a half

He said he likes to get to the classroom early and set up

I asked if he needed help, he declined but said I could come with him if I'd like

I had nothing better to do so I went

He started setting up and I just sat on the desk

He stopped, looking at me for I don't know how long until I noticed him

I knew what he wanted so I proceeded to take my pants and panties off

He was flustered, saying anyone could walk in and that we can't do that here

I shrugged, going to get my panties back on when he cracked, came over to me, put me on the desk, sat in the chair, spread my legs and dove in

And I've been in pleasure since

His tongue is just fucking amazing, moving fast then slowing down, changing direction, fucking into me, knowing how to work me up

His mouth sucking my clit so expertly

His tongue is currently fucking into me, switching between that and sucking my clit, his hands gripping my thighs so hard, moaning like he's the one getting pleasure

Which I guess he is by how much he likes eating cunt

"Seonghwa, fuck, don't stop", I moan so close

His tongue slides out of my hole, going up and lavishing my clit before he sucks

"Oh god"

"Cum for me", he groans, "I want to taste you again. Cum for me"

His words and the next hard suck throw me headfirst into an orgasm

His tongue is shoved in my cunt as pleasure hits me in waves

"Seonghwa, oh god Seonghwa"

"Mmm so fucking good", he murmurs, licking and swallowing

I know he's gonna keep going and while it does feel amazing, I want something else

Something I've been thinking about since I saw his cock two weeks ago

Pushing his head back, he looks up at me confused

"Can I sit on your cock?", I ask

I want to have sex with him

I want to feel that massive cock inside me, want to ride him

He looks at me surprised

"I uh...you want to?"

I nod, "So much actually"

"What, really?"

I giggle, "Yes Hwa. You have a huge thick cock and I want to feel it inside me"

He swallows then speaks, "I don't know if it'll be good for you. Uh lots of girls can't take me and uh they say it hurts"

Maybe that's why he doesn't have sex that much

If he thinks his cock is too big

"I don't want to hurt you"

I shake my head, "You're not gonna hurt me Hwa. I can take you"

"I don't mean to sound cocky or rude but I've heard that before"

I grab his tie and pull him closer as I lean towards him, surprise on his face

"You've never fucked me before. You haven't heard me say that before. And I'm telling you, I can take you"

His eyes are wide as he blinks a few times behind his dorky glasses

Maybe he doesn't want to fuck me

I didn't even think of that

Shit

"But you don't have to do this", I say, letting go of his tie immediately, "If you don't want to it's totally fine. I didn't mean to push you or anything"

"No!", he says loudly, making me jump from the sudden noise, "No I want to. I definitely want to, I'm just worried about you"

"Don't be Hwa", I take his hand and put it on my cunt, "I'm so wet for you already. I can't wait to sit on your dick. So can you take it out for me already?"

He nods rapidly and I let his hand go

He undoes his belt and pulls his slacks along with his boxers down, his cock straining and crying cum

Leaning down, I wrap my hand around his massive cock, stroking softly

"Look how hard you are baby, already leaking for me. You get this excited thinking about being inside me?"

"Fuck, yes", he murmurs, "I've wanted your cunt wrapped around me for a long time"

"Oh yeah? How long?", I ask, surprised myself

"Ssss...since I used to hear you fuck Joong. Just hearing how loud he was, how much pleasure he was in. Fuck I wanted to feel you since then"

I had no idea about any of this

I didn't think he even thought about me at all

So this is news to me

Exciting news

"Oh so you want me to make you yell like I made Joong?"

"Yes", he whimpers

"You want to fuck me?"

"So much"

God I'm so fucking excited it's like a waterfall between my legs

"Well you'll get a chance to another day. Right now I'm gonna fuck you"

With that I let go of him, move from the desk right into his lap, his head already in my hole

I grab onto his tie as I sink lower on his cock, inch by inch

"Oh fuck", I cry, just as he yells, "Fuck fuck, tight, so tight"

His cock is so thick that it burns a little when he stretches me around him but fuck, it feels so goddamn good

So good

I'm amazed that I can get more wet than I already am

But every inch that goes in makes me flood his cock and lap

"How much more of you is left?", I ask

His eyes move down, bite his lip as looks to where we're connected

"Fuck. So pretty", he whimpers, "Your lips are so swollen and they look so fucking good around my dick. So good"

I take his hands and put them on my hips, "Then help me get your whole cock in so you can see how my cunt looks with all of you in me"

His eyes move to mine, lust in them

"You can take the rest of me? It's not that much"

Taking his chin, I lift his face to mine, "I can take you. I just need a little help baby"

He nods, pushing me down the rest of his length

My ass hits his legs, his cock so deep inside me, the curve of it making his head push on my spot

He barely fits and it's a snug fit with no extra room

But god does he feel amazing

So much so that I'm already throbbing hard around him

"Oh god", he moans, his eyes back on my cunt, "How...how did you fit me in?"

"I told you I could take you. Now tell me, how does my pussy feel? As good as you imagined?"

"Better. So much better", he gasps, "Perfect. So fucking tight. And wet, god, how are you this wet?"

"Because my pussy likes your cock"

His eyes close as his head leans back

I'm ready to start moving

I'm so excited to cum on his cock, it's ridiculous

"Open your eyes baby. Watch me ride you"

His eyes snap open and I grab onto his tie again

Leaning back, I put my hand on his leg, then move up his long cock all the way to his head

I want to fuck him hard already

I don't want to wait

"God you're leaving me so wet", he whispers, looking up at me

"Eyes on my pussy", I tell him, "Watch my cunt swallow your cock"

I push myself back down, taking him all in in one shot

"Fuck!", he cries, "Oh my god fuck"

Sliding up again, I come back down hard, increasing my speed with each bounce until I'm fucking him at a hard and fast pace

And his eyes stayed glued on my hole taking him in and out

I wrap my hand around his tie, holding on as I fuck him

"Fuck you're creaming my cock so much. How is your pussy this creamy?"

"Because I'm this horny for you Hwa", I moan, impaling myself on him again and again, unbelievable pleasure taking over me

His cock goes in so deep, his head rubbing against my spot perfectly

"You....you like my cock?", he asks, almost like he can't believe I may

"Love it", I correct him, "Fuck Hwa, you go in so deep, your pretty head hitting my spot just right. You open me up so well, it feels so good"

"Fuck Jo"

"God Hwa", I moan, riding his perfect cock, taking him in over and over, "Fuck, I want to cum on your cock"

He moans, his hands gripping my hips hard, his face so fucked out

I like that

"Please baby", I whine, "Can I cum on your cock?"

"Yes fuck, yes", he moans, "Please"

Good because I'm right there, his cock is that good

Taking him in again, his head brushes my spot and I shake on him, losing it as I cum

"Seonghwa!", I moan, spasming around his hard cock, so much pleasure hitting me

God he feels so fucking good, perfect to cum on

"Oh god, fuck Joanne, oh god", he moans, his eyes on us, "So much cum. So pretty"

When I finish, I immediately start bouncing on him again

I want to cum on his cock again

Once was not enough

He's so rock hard, standing up so well for me, so thick as he slides all the way in

"Fuck. Your hole is so pretty", he murmurs, touching me, "Wrapped so tightly around me"

"Mmm", I moan, loving every second of being on his cock

His fingers spread my lips open, his breathing increasing, "Fucking hell. Tiny slit opening so much. God you're straining around my cock. Am I too big for you?"

I shake my head, "No baby. You're cock is just right for me. I promise"

"Fuck. You're clit is throbbing so much"

I feel his thumb rub against my clit, pleasure spiking and I clench hard on him

His eyes move to mine, "You like that?"

I nod

"Do you want me to-"

"Yes Hwa"

He nods, his eyes back on my cunt, his thumb pressing on my clit and rubbing

"Mmm", I moan, my pussy getting wetter, pulling on his tie

"Fuck you just drenched me", he says, his finger moving faster

My legs burn as I keep bouncing, feeling my orgasm getting closer

Goddamn he really has a great cock

"Fuck I'm gonna cum", I moan

I move faster along his length while he rubs fast and I lose it, complete ecstasy filling my body

"Seonghwa....fuck Seonghwa"

This orgasm feels different

It feels just like when I-

"God, you're squirting on my cock. So pretty", he moans, "You're fucking amazing. It feels so fucking good"

I lean back, my back against his desk and I grab onto the edge, holding it so tightly

"Wow baby", he whispers when I finish

Wow if fucking right

Staying against the desk, I move again, sliding up and down his pretty cock

"Fuck me Hwa", I moan

His eyes snap up to mine, "Yeah?"

I nod, "Please baby. Fuck me. I want your cock in so deep. Please"

He nods, his hands moving around my hips again

He holds me in place, thrusting his cock up into me, smashing my spot

"Oh fuck", I yell, stars blinding me, as the bliss gets more intense

He jack hammers his cock over and over, the full feeling of him buried inside me driving me crazy

I love it

"Please Hwa. Faster. Harder"

He nods, fucking me harder, "Gonna split your pussy on my cock"

"Yes please. Wanna be impaled on your cock"

"Fuck fuck fuck", he murmurs as I clench on him again and again

"Please Hwa. So close. Wanna cum. Make me cum", I whine, the feel of his cock leaving my mind blank

"I'll make you cum baby. I'll make you cream this cock so fucking good", he murmurs, fucking the life out of me

"Hwa...Hwa", I moan, my orgasm right there

"Yes baby, cum for me", he pleads

I nod, crying his name as I go over the edge again, the pleasure blinding, my pussy clenching him in a death grip, my body shaking, "Seonghwa"

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum", he yells, "I need to get out"

"No!", I yell, "Fuck, cum inside me Hwa"

"I...I...I. can?", he asks

"Yes, fuck", I urge, "Fill me"

"Oh fuck Joanne", he yells, his cock throbbing as his warm cum spills inside me

God it feels so good

Normally, I don't let anyone cum inside me

I'm not too keen on the whole clean up

But Seonghwa, fuck

With Seonghwa I want it so badly

And feeling his cock cum is so pleasurable for me

He moans over and over as he fills me to the brim with cum, his face buried in my neck

I keep my arms wrapped around him, softly running my fingers in the back of his hair as he finishes

"Good?", I ask

He nods in my neck, "Amazing"

"Yeah it really was", I agree

"You liked it? Really?", he asks shyly, his pretty brown eyes look at me when he pulls back

"Of course Hwa. Fuck you made me cum three times on your cock. I'm lucky if other guys can make me cum once and not have to fake it"

"Really?"

He's so fucking adorable with the way he looks at me so surprised

"Yes really", I smile, "And next time we'll have more time than we do now"

"Next time?"

I smirk as I get off him, "If you'd like there to be a next time"

"I...uh... I", he stammers as I get my panties back on, his cum leaking into them

I'll just wash them later

I'm going home now anyway

Pulling my pants on, I get my shoes on too then kiss his cheek

"Think about it. But right now I suggest you get your pants back on and get ready for your class"

"Shit", he says, standing and fixing himself

"I'll see you around Hwa"

With that I walk to the door and open it, just as a rush of students come towards his classroom

Finished just in time, I think

As I walk, I keep thinking about what just happened

And how good it was

It was more than good

It was amazing

Incredible

And I want more

More of him

I've never been like this before

After I fuck a guy that's not my boyfriend, I'm done

I don't think about them or want them again

It's different with Seonghwa

Maybe it's because I know him?

I don't know but all I do know is if he wanted sex again, I'd give it to him

Alright, it's time to stop thinking about this

I need to go home, take a shower and nap before I have to do the reading for my classes

Leaving the building, I head to the student parking lot to my car

[luthien-under-bough]

📝 2024 Fic Writing Goals 📝

i.e., if i post about this in multiple places, surely i will hold myself accountable, right?

vaguely in order of priority:

complete i got a bad desire (baby i'm on fire)

complete we open our throats to sing

finish drafting daemyra gothic romance/victorian au and start posting

complete other oustanding wips (glossolalia, the ghosts that we knew)

bday gift fics for [redacted] and [redacted] and [redacted] and [redacted]

fill outstanding Summer of Dove claims (2)

unspecified cannibalism fic(s)

stretch goal: finish outlining/start drafting daemyra 70s rock au

ideally this leaves plenty of room for the odd one-shot and whatever else captures my attention throughout the year. chances are hotd s2 will throw a wrench in the works (hopefully in a good way).

[5weekdays]

birdie!!

you didn't specify one thing so i'm doing all of them

🏳️‍🌈lgbt+ headcanon he's gay. like i don't even have anything clever to say here it's just self-evident.

💌fluffy headcanon he gives REALLY REALLY good hugs like unbelievable. again this one's barely a headcanon all you need to do is look at him

💔angsty headcanon i doubt he remembers much of his pre-narrator life. like, if he saw a childhood friend or maybe even a relative, he wouldn't recognize them. i think he might have been bullied a lot during his childhood so maybe it's for the best that he can't remember it

🧸 hurt/comfort headcanon elwood was so concerned for birdie during the s2 finale that he got a winter jacket for him afterward

🪀silly headcanon sometimes birdie will try to infiltrate a flock of pigeons if he's feeling lonely/silly. half the time it actually works

💤sleep headcanon he doesn't really have anywhere to hunker down at night, so he naps on the lawn during the day. he likes sleeping in the sunlight anyway

✨a ship i like with this character birdie/elwood!!!

🔪a ship i Don't like with this character birdie/griffin. enemies-to-lovers does nothing for me. plus griffin's a choad

🎃something i think they're afraid of he's clearly TERRIFIED about something bad happening to the tillermans. i think he would be particularly devastated if something happened to owen or cole, not just because they've been endangered before (s1e6 "rival busker"), but because he thinks cole is the sweetest most specialest boy in the universe (s2e9 "a boat-iful mind") and he has a HUGE crush on owen (any episode)

📦overall feelings about them i'm obsessed with him. i want to fold him up inside my thin crust new york pizza and bada on his bing until he badabooms

📢favorite thing about them in canon his hair. obviously

🧨least favorite thing about them in canon he can be really annoying at times (a natural consequence of being voiced by josh gad). and his voice can get a little grating if the song's out of his range

💬favorite line they've said (owen and cole are stuck up a tree) BIRDIE: i know someone with access to a thanksgiving day parade balloon! i think it's a pikachu! we can create a cushion for you to fall safely onto. maybe it's a garfield. it should still work! OWEN: or you could get a ladder from the storage shed. BIRDIE: ooh, that works too!!

🔔unpopular opinion i don't think he's an angel or ghost like some people do. he's neither normal nor supernatural but a secret third thing (whatever he needs to be for the narrative)

🔊a song that reminds me of them i've always thought jonathan coulton's first of may sounds like something he'd sing if central park were less of an all-ages show

📝misc thoughts/headcanons (you can specify something not on this list or i can say whatever comes to mind first!) i made up a "real name" for him: dov bernstein. dov means "bear" in hebrew (i hc him as jewish) but it resembles the word "dove," so he still kind of has a bird name. and he is kind of bearlike, in a way

[killingdove]

❝ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒊 𝒂𝒎 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒔. ❞

hello! i’m dove, i’m 22 and i am a wolship/npcwol enthusiast. i am also an aymeric de borel and elezen enjoyer first, human second. i’ve noticed tumblr is lacking in ffxiv x reader content so i’ve decided to help remedy that! i will write for gender neutral and fem readers only, just about any race for the wol with the exception of hrothgar and lalafell, and kink except for scat, emeto, futa, furry/anthro (omegaverse is okay). if unsure of a kink, ask! characters i write for can be found here. i ask that minors do not interact with any of my works— including those of a sfw nature. this is just for personal comfort.

my ffxiv masterlist can be found here.

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄: OPEN !!

📨 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗: 3

📝 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓: ishgardian trio and the moment they fell for the wol, ishgardian trio morning routines, haurchefant x gn!wol angst (ft. aymeric x gn!wol)

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄 — do not plagiarize, repost, or translate my works without permission.

[starryevermore]

from these: 3, 12 and 22? 📝🤎

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

i don't really have much of a routine tbh! i usually just write when i get the inspiration, which is sometimes just jotting down plot points in my notes app or squeezing out a few hundred words of a fic while i wait for a class to start 😅 more often than not, though, writing a full-length fic gets pushed to the weekend bc that's the only time i have freetime. usually, i just put on a show or movie that i've seen a thousand times so i have background noise but don't have to focus on it and i just let the words flow.

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

ack this is hard. ok ok wish #1: being able to finish my wips bc there's too many good ideas that i never bring to fruition. wish #2: being able to feel more confident about my writing bc even if i come away proud of a work, i still feel like it's shit lmao. aaand wish #3: being able to write action scenes bc holy shit am i bad at it.

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

ehhh it depends! usually with original work, i have a dedicated notebook for the story and i'll write down everything in there from character descriptions to plot lines to snippets of dialogue. for fanfiction, i usually just have a word doc that has a basic outline of the plot and then i jump in to the chapters. some are more well-thought out than others, like i have a jonathan levy fic that's planned out by the chapter with every single plot point that needs to be hit and how to hit it. others are more fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants, which is where we are with do not chastise the dove, because i planned everything out to the detail up until chapter five and now i just know some key points i want to hit but have no plan on how to get there lol

ask me some weird fanfic questions!

[k-femdove]

detention || h.js

pairing:: sub!han jisung x afab!dom!reader

genre:: just straight up smut... pwp

warnings:: flirty jisung, extremely fast paced, semi-public sex, fucking in a classroom, kissing, handjobs, degradation (if you squint), overstimulation,a glimpse of piv towards the end. DUBIOUS CONSENT. It's way less clear at the end and consent is never explicitly stated, but jisung is 100% into it, just overwhelmed

word count:: 0.6k (just a short little ficlet)

"What are you doing?" Jisung asked, peering over your shoulder in the empty classroom.

  "It's nothing." You started, but you could see he was unamused. "What? What do you want me to do?"

He smirked. "I want you to do me." He said playfully, expecting you to crack a smile or show some reaction.

  You knew he was joking, but there was always some truth behind his remarks. You looked him up and down, taking in the view. After all, he did look incredibly fuckable.

  "I think I'll take you up on that." You said, placing a hand on his thigh. The smirk he wore so proudly became a look of bewilderment, which then turned into a furious blush.

"Wait, what?! Are you serious?" He exclaimed. His protest continued, but the tent growing in his pants said otherwise.

  "Yeah." You said casually. "You up for it?"

"I mean, yeah-"

You grabbed his tie, pulling him into a heated kiss. His eyes widened but slowly closed as he eased into it. You slipped your tongue into his mouth, eager to taste him.

"But- What if- we get- caught?" He panted between kisses.

"Don't worry about it." You purred, rising out of your chair. You pulled him up and pushed him onto the teacher's desk. ----- So here you were, perched on him as he sucked your fingers.

"Please," he whimpered, pulling away from your fingers. A small string of saliva connected you. "Touch me."

You hummed as you ran your hand up and down his inner thigh. He groaned quietly. You could tell that he was frustrated by the lack of stimulation.

"What's wrong?" You asked, a cruel smile forming on your face. "I am touching you, aren't I?"

  Jisung frowned as you giggled at his desperation. "You know that's not what I meant." He whined, attempting to pull you closer to him.

  You withdrew your hand, waiting expectantly. Jisung looked you in the eyes and sighed.

  "F-fine." He said. "Will you, um, touch my cock?" He asked, blushing and avoiding your gaze. He waited. Still, no response. "P-please?" He added on, eyes wide and filled with desire.

"Well, since you asked nicely." You smirked, reaching your hand in his pants and pulling out his cock, red and leaking.

  Jisung took a sharp breath, flinching slightly at the cold air on his dick. You took your saliva-covered fingers and wrapped your hand around his length without warning. He moaned as you moved your hand, occasionally swiping your thumb over his sensitive tip. Copious amounts of precum leaked out of him.

"Look at you." You teased, caressing his face with your free hand. "Someone so confident reduced to a needy little whore for me."

  He whimpered, embarrassed but unable to deny it. You began jerking him off quickly, his noises filling the room. You could tell he was close. His breathing became shaky as his moans grew louder, cock twitching against your palm.

"Y-Y/n..." Jisung moaned out, bucking his hips up towards you. "I-i think I'm gonna-"

Before you knew it, he had spilled his cum all over your hand. His body shook as he came. His eyes were screwed shut as waves of pleasure washed over him, each one more extreme than the next.

  The poor boy hadn't come down from his high before the overstimulation hit. He opened his eyes to see you already sinking onto his cock.

  "Oh, you thought we were done?" You laughed, eyeing his fucked out state. You glanced towards the clock before turning back to him. "We still have an hour left... It's my turn now."

a/n:: Hey guys! I’m sorry that this is so short but i didn’t want to leave you with 0 content for too long, so here this is! Nothing I make is beta read so I apologize for any mistakes :)

[mountainsandmayhem]

💫 500 Followers Celebration 💫

Holy shit!! I joined Tumblr in August of 2023 and for the most part, I was just a reader. On Dec 30, 2023, I posted You’re Mine, Little Dove expecting a few likes and to say that I was blown away by the response is an understatement.

I cannot believe in these last few months I have gained 500 of you wild and crazy followers. But on top of that, I’ve found my twin flame and a few other besties. You know who you are.

Thank You!!!

🩵 Now for the fun part! 🩵

Pop into my ask box with one of the below, and then please be patient while I respond. 🤍

📝 Drabble of your choice for a Pedro Boy (give me a scenario or a line you’d like them to say)

🖼️ A moodboard for one of your fics

❓ A question about one of my fics or about myself

⛓️ A line from a WIP I’m working on

📸 A photo of our lord and saviour Pedro Pascal that I love

[biggestfanofprincessluna]

📌**Pinned Post June 2022**📌

🆔Rose|💍Engaged|💙6/18/20

💝Hiiii! My name is Rose :3💝

💕Some things about me💕:

🇺🇸I’m very patriotic!🇺🇸

🏳️‍🌈I’m also part of the LGBTQ+ Community! I’m bisexual lol🏳️‍🌈

🚩DNI if you are a bigot. We don’t tolerate that here on my profile🚩

🎶Music lover🎶

♻️Save our planet!!!!♻️

🔞Please dni if you are under 14, 14 itself is a big stretch.🔞

🚺I’m a cisgender female, and my pronouns are she/her🚺

♏️I’m a scorpio♏️

☮️Halfway hippie☮️

📝I’m a writer📝

📚I love to read📚

📜ENORMOUS history buff. I like to study ancient Rome and Greece, the Tudors time period, the victorian era, and the 40s-60s.📜

🪩I’m a very fun person to be around unless you fuck me over🪩

🎐I love and appreciate world culture, and I believe we should do everything in our power to stop appropriation and appreciate respectfully🎐

🎀I love Japanese Kawaii street fashion and “Lolita” fashions (Dresses and style bc the book is SO fucked up)🎀

🛍Massive shopaholic!!!🛍

🧸Stuffed animal collecter🧸

🧺I aspire to be a housewife someday. Trad wives welcome, but I also believe it is a choice women should have to work or stay home, so if you’re going to be toxic or promote toxic ideals and gender roles, dni. On this page we follow vintage history, style and traditions, not vintage values.🧺

🪬Highly spiritual and religious🪬

🧿Gods first always.🧿

🔮Baby witch🔮

🔫I’m a 2A defender within reason. We need strict gun laws and regulations.🔫

⛓I also love the grunge style⛓

🎞Film photography enthusiast🎞

📸I’m a digital photographer📸

📹Vlogger📹

💿MASSIVE fan of Evanescence💿

💻Blogger💻

🌌Lover the night and galaxy🌌

🎮Gamer🎮

🎸Electric Guitar Enthusiast🎸

🎹Piano enthusiast🎹

🎤Singer🎤

🎨Artist🎨

🎭Musical geek🎭

🛹Skateboard Enthusiast🛹

🏈NFL fan🏈

🧋I love strawberry boba🧋

🫖I also love tea🫖

🎂My birthday is November 1🎂

🍰My first favorite food is cheesecake🍰

🍕My second favorite is pizza🍕

🍟My third favorite is french fries🍟

🍔My fourth favorite is hamburgers🍔

🍚My fifth favorite is rice🍚

🫧Soft girl🫧

☀️I love summer☀️

🌹Roses are my favorite flower🌹

🍄Indie kid🍄

🌾Cottagecore bisexual🌾

🎄Christmas is my favorite holiday🎄

🐾Animal lover🐾

🐁🐀I love mice and rats🐀🐁

🦝I love raccoons🦝

🐇I love rabbits🐇

🕊I love doves🕊

🦩I also really like flamingos lol🦩

🦢I love swans, especially as they are sacred to the celtic religion.🦢

🪶Bohemian🪶

🐈I love cats🐈

🦮Enormous dog person🦮

🐎I love horses🐎

🐄I love cows🐄

🦒Giraffes are my second favorite animal🦒

🐝Save the bees🐝

🦄Pegasister🦄

And that’s basically it lol

Byeeeee 🥺

[uwurakax]

AHHHH LOVE LETTERS IS BACKKKKK

And im b a c k with the angst 😎

OMG, imagine Yn finding a letter from oikawa that he wrote it for her before she was born!)

That says;

"Did you get enough love, my little dove?

Why do you cry?

I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best, My little Versailles."

(Yes, another tiktok trend...shhhh dont judge 😔✊)

-📝 anon

omg literally just woke up bc i have to work now 😩😩 it’s lovely to see your msgs my lovely anon 💕💕

omg thats just too cute please, it hurts 😩😩🤚🤚

i totally hc as oikawa defo having a daughter, he’d b amazing at it 🥺🥺

ok but to play off what u wrote, imagine he comes back to see y/n and her mum only to find theyre not there anymore. he has no contact with them, no one ever kept in touch it’s like you both just vanished from the face of the earth

[papirouge]

Hi, I'm the skin care anon :)

Dont worry about the syndet - actually, a lot of showers gels are syndet, they just don't advertise it for some reason (I guess because most people don't know about them??). A lot of syndets that are clearly advertised as such tend to be overpriced anyways. You should simply avoid ingredients like sodium stearate, potassium stearate, sodium oleate and sodium palmitate as these are all types of soaps.

Most common syndets are sodium lauryl sulfate and sodium laureth sulfate, but the latter is better.

But yeah, they can be more expensive than soaps. Out of all the comercial brands of soap, the one with the ph closer to our skin is Dove, so there's that. It's better if it's odorless, but I understand following every rule about skin care sometimes is difficult or you just don't want to lol. I used to use this shea butter and vanilla Dove that left my skin smelling so good. Like people literally complimented me when they got closer to me. And I do like when both my hair and skin smell good, even if it's not recommended to use scented products (in fact, while I do not use scented shower gels, I still use a shampoo that does leave my hair with a nice smell...).

And yes, I agree with you about douches! I hate that they'rs advertised to us, even though we don't need it! Most women should know about actual good advice about vaginal health that may be causing problems: you should always wear cotton underwear, ideally white or at the most beige, avoid wearing tight pants or leggins, like I said not suck your fingers inside your vagina when your showering and definitely do not shave! You can trim it all you want though.

And I don't know about foot masks, sorry about it :/ I haven't reasearched anything foot related because I like my feet and have like, zero problems with them. In general though, I always think that with little changes like these is enough, and I try to avoid anything that's exclusively marketed to women because it usually its unnecesary and a scam (just research about aging creams, they literally don't work)

I will never buy Dove again after their racist commercial but I will definitely check on my new shower gel ingredients!📝 Thanks for the tips babe💗

I've been a bit dramatic about my feet: put lotion on them yesterday and they were okay 😭 lmao Honestly, if I had to invest in any body care, it would be my feet bc my body skin is okay.

For hair care, I'm absolutely HOOKED on the argan oil conditioner+leave in set from Keihl's

I'm usually wary of buying White owned hair products bc they don't "get" afro hair but this one really shook me by how good it moisturized my hair. Also the smell is soooo good...!!! 💛💛

You're right: small changes make a BIG different so I might as well start putting lotion more often on my feet and stop whining when I'm actually responsible of this 😭

[grapesodadarkchocolate]

Jack Frost 

COVID-19 this week: 

On The Drive

How many drive-by’s happened before I got the joke at the bar sign along the Great River Road? I am uncertain. But this last drive over the weekend must have hit the jackpot. The mental stars were all aligned. Seeing the sign, again, and a slow chuckle begins to emerge as we drive past it. Regaining more highway speed as we head up the hill and out of town. The quick “out of the corner of my eye” look begins to jell. Recognizing what I have just retrieved. Knowing these COVID-19 days I am truly working on different cylinders and faster is not the speed. The hazard of this pandemic’s longevity. 

But, no matter. Back to the road and the sign and the recognition of its intent. It hits me. The joke that had been waiting for me to find it. Sharing the slow-mo discovery with my traveling companion while I am ha, ha’ing myself into it. “Tomorrow” --- the day that never comes. So actually there is no “Free Beer” ever. What a steal deal. It does grab my attention, which is what any good road sign designer hopes to accomplish. Acknowledging that we are always living in the present. Tomorrow becomes a yesterday after a series of present days have passed. But tomorrow never actually comes, for when we are in the new day it is not a “tomorrow” but it has become a “today.” Messing with my mind here. Love the humor. Taking a while for the sink-in to happen. Blaming it on the pandemic. The speed with which my brain is able to garner what I may have missed once, or possibly twice before. Thinking it may seem funnier the slower it takes to register.  

Then further down the road, another visual catches my eye and stays. We were just leaving a newly found favorite spot. A place where with rapt attention I had just been witness to some thirty or so eagles as they took turns dancing and swooping with poetic ease while in flight. Some dove towards the water, talons poised for the quick fish grab attempt as we sat along the sidelines in view of the open Mississippi water near Lock and Dam #4 in Alma. Deciding to continue on our travels we turn around on the road to head back north to cross the bridge, making our way to Wabasha and the Eagle Center. That is when I spot it. “It” being a bait and tackle vending machine. My mind begins to spin. It totally doesn’t compare to the majesty of the eagles, but it does begin to unleash something new. Sparking questions. What can you buy in such a machine? What exactly is tackle in that context? Obviously not live bait, so what — rubber worms? The questions stay with me even as we cross over the bridge. 

Finding that these weekend adventures amuse and entertain me over and again. Seeing things anew even though the road may be familiar. Looking more deeply at what is right in front of me with a curiosity to ask more of the questions that seem to spontaneously spring up, adding refreshing nourishment for my parched quarantined spirit. +++

Resources: 

“Finding Peace While Grieving” by Caren Stelson and Ellie Roscher, February 12, 2021: Read 📝

“A 12-Year-Old’s Letter to Her Post-Pandemic Self” by Julia Cho, New York Times, December 30, 2020: Read 📝

The Rabbit Listened by Cori Doerrfeld 📙

Uncomfortable Conversations with a Black Man: Karens & Cancel Culture: Emmanuel Acho 📽

[k-femdove]

Ruin Me | L.TY

pairing :: sub!omega!Taeyong x dom!alpha!reader and slight kun x reader

warnings :: Professor Taeyong, college student reader, taeyong has a pussy bc he's an omega, the reader has a dick, kissing, slight exhibitionism (door is left open), fingering and oral (ty receiving), two orgasms, using a lava lamp as a dildo, feminization (reader calls taeyong a girl), slut shaming, major degradation, taking photos without proper consent, no aftercare (always do aftercare!!), sex for better grades

word count :: 2.8k

synopsis :: After your affair with Kun, Taeyong tries to confront you. It doesn't go quite the way he expected it to.

playlist link here or listen to gaslighting by onlyoneof

For the first time, Professor Lee Taeyong drew a blank. He was an intelligent man with the wisdom and patience of an elder. No matter what people asked him, Taeyong would have a quick answer.

When his close friend and TA Kun showed up to class with a noticeable limp, Taeyong was concerned.

At first, Taeyong brushed it off as a good night. They were unmated adults, so what was the harm in having a little fun?

The more he thought about it, the less likely it got. Kun isn't the type to fool around like that, especially not before work.

A week passed, and Taeyong's concern grew. Although Kun got better at hiding it, Taeyong saw how he winced every time he moved too much. Not only that, but the limp never seemed to go away. Kun isn't big on sex and isn't in heat, either. They'd have to be fucking like rabbits for him to be sore all week.

Strange, huh? Taeyong sighed, shoving a few papers in his bag, and glanced at the clock. Five hours after his last class. Kun had left a little before that to meet you for tutoring. Speaking of which, how was that going?

Taeyong's stuck uncomfortably as he plays a game of never have I ever with a group of friends: Johnny, Kun, Doyoung, Taeil, Ten- you know, the usual.

Personally, Taeyong did find it a little childish. A bunch of thirty-year-olds getting drunk over a game of “Never Have I Ever” sounded stupid.

At first, the questions were innocent. The drunker they got, the more sexual the questions became.

“My turn!” Says Haechan, Taeil’s little brother. He's the only one that's still attending college.

“Never have I ever... Kissed a student?”

Taeyong frowns. What kind of question was that? They’d never-

Ten laughs and pours himself a shot. Right after he drinks it, he pours another and smiles mischievously.

“I think there's someone else that should drink here.” He says and hands it to Kun, whose eyes are wide with disbelief.

Collective gasps fill the room. Taeyong’s jaw drops.

“Wait, whaaaaat?” Johnny said.

“Kun, don't let Ten defame you like that!” Taeyong exclaims, turning to Kun’s flustered face. “You didn’t, right?”

Instead of denying it, Kun sighs in defeat, taking the shot.

“How’d you know?” He asks.

Ten scoffs. “I didn't even think you were trying to hide it! Your obvious limp, attachment to them, and weekly ‘tutoring’ sessions are all dead giveaways. Their place reeks of strawberries.”

Kun buries his head into his hands, mortified. Taeyong looks around, confused as to why everyone was being so casual about this.

“Hold on, who are you guys talking about?” Haechan asks, now wondering if he knows who they're talking about, but Ten waves him off.

The game is forgotten as the night continues, and everyone becomes wasted. Everyone except Taeyong, that is. Most of the others had gone to sleep, and he was stuck with a drunken Haechan.

“Oh, man.” Haechan groaned, stretched out on the couch. “I can't believe I'm spending my weekend with a bunch of old men.”

Taeyong can't even bring himself to be offended. His mind is already on something else.

You and Kun. Kun and you.

Although he was against it, Taeyong wouldn't report something like that yet. You were both adults, so it technically wasn't wrong. The issue was that it was affecting Kun’s performance. He wasn't as diligent in class and spent way too much time by your side. Taeyong was convinced that you were coaxing Kun into it for better grades, and he was about to put a stop to it.

You smiled as you sat in Taeyong’s office. His smile appeared slightly strained.

You took a look around the office. It was a decent size and relatively neat. Bookshelves lined the blank wall and a miniature lava lamp sat on his desk.

“How are things going with Mr. Qian?” Taeyong asked, starting lightly.

“It’s going great,” you respond honestly. “He's a very thorough teacher.”

Taeyong frowns. He's going to get this confession out of you.

“I see that you have a very nice... relationship.”

You hum in response. “I guess you could say that.”

Silence fills the air and you begin to understand what this is about. Your dismissive expression morphs into something serious. Taeyong grows uncomfortable as your gaze pierces him.

He suddenly becomes hyper-aware of your scent, overpowering his own. The omega in him struggles to ignore the faint smell of mandarin oranges and freshly cut wood, deep and arousing.

Taeyong wants to bang his head on the table. Damn him and his stupid omega body. He continues the questions, eager to get this over with.

“I just don't understand why you need to do this. I feel like it’s more beneficial to study.” He confesses.

Your eyes narrow. “Are you accusing me of sleeping my way through your class?”

Taeyong sighs. There isn't a way to sugarcoat it. “I'm not accusing you...”

“Well, rest assured that I and Mr. Qian’s relationship has nothing to do with my grades.” You say, defending yourself.

Taeyong stands and leans over his desk. “I'm sorry, but there is no reason for you to be doing it otherwise.”

You stand too, leaning closer to him. “Why don't you loosen up a bit, Mr. Lee?”

Taeyong takes a step forward, refusing to back down. All of his professionalism goes out the window. “You have everyone falling at your feet. What could you possibly be doing for all this attention?”

You inch closer, looking him in the eyes. If you were thinking logically, you would've sat down and avoided being kicked out of the class.

“I swear.” He continues, glaring at you. “If you even had the chance to try me, I doubt that you’d earn a better grade.”

You scoff, now centimeters away from his face. “And if I win you over?”

It surprises both of you when Taeyong envelops your lips in a kiss. Just as he realizes what he’s done, you pull him closer, kissing him back. Your hand meets his crotch, and he pulls away quickly, eyes wide in disbelief, but the damage is done.

“I can still leave before this becomes something we’ll both regret.” You tell him.

Taeyong hesitates. He was genuinely curious, and he had two hours before his next class. If he let you do what you were about to, it could provide him with valuable information as to why you were so popular. If it was for research, there wasn't a problem, right?

When you're met with no response, you turn away. You open the door a little before a hand grabs your wrist.

His breath catches in his throat for a few moments, as his mind suddenly goes blank. His face is as red as a tomato, and suddenly, it’s a lot harder for him to stay calm and composed. He tugs on your sleeve as he speaks out, his voice shaking, clearly full of nerves.

“Show me what you can do.” He whispers.

That’s all it takes for you to grab him by the waist and crash your lips against his.

Taeyong whimpers as you unbutton his shirt. You pull away from him, breathing heavily. The door is still cracked open, but that can wait. You know that no one was on this floor of the building around this time. All the other teachers and students had classes.

You sit him in a chair before removing his pants and leaving them on the floor.

“Bend over that desk for me.” You say.

He complies eagerly, knocking over a small cup of pencils. His white panties are positively soaked, turning slightly see-through. Biting your lip, you move closer. Taeyong’s brain goes foggy because fuck, this is happening.

You kneel to grab him and inhale his clothed pussy. He releases more of his scent, driving you crazy.

His scent is mostly tart and fruity blackberries, complimented by husky cedar wood and the floral undertone of bay leaves. It's by far the most masculine scent you've smelled from an omega, but that only makes you more aroused.

Taeyong seems to sense your fascination with his scent and mewls when he feels you nudge your nose against his underwear.

“Eager, are we?” You laugh, slowly taking his panties off.

He whines as you pull them down to his ankles before licking his cunt. His taste is somewhat stronger than his scent if that’s even possible. You don't wait before you slip your tongue into his entrance, tasting his walls. A hand reaches up to rub his clit in small circles.

The sensation lights a fire in Taeyong's stomach, sparks coming off of it in little bursts of pleasure. The contrast between your hot tongue and the cold air of the office makes him shudder.

To your surprise, Taeyong is a moaner. He's so absurdly loud that despite there being nobody on this floor, you wouldn't be surprised if someone heard him.

Replacing your tongue with fingers for a moment, you tut.

“Shush, pretty. People are gonna hear you.”

Getting back to work, you continue to please him. Taeyong flushes, quickly covering his mouth with his hands. He desperately tries to silence his noises, the sound music to your ears. In exchange, you delve deeper, savoring every bit of his nectar. A muffled cry escapes him as he cums around your tongue. You lap up all of his juices, not leaving a single drop.

When you pull away, Taeyong pushes his ass out more. He says a few words you can’t understand, but then it clicks.

“More?” You ask, smirking.

You see what he wants, but you can’t fuck him yourself. It takes much longer to stop cumming when you’re buried deep inside a cunt like his- the body knows you’re trying to breed. You can tell that Taeyong knows this as well.

Halting your actions for a brief moment, you ask him a question.

“Do you have any toys around?”

“No, but...” He starts, then pauses.

“But?” You inquire, wondering what he would say.

“The lamp...”

You turn to your left, eyes landing on the lava lamp sitting on his desk, unbothered.

Taeyong starts to burn up, a blush painting his cheeks.

“I knew the prestigious Mr. Lee was just a desperate slut.” You tease, reaching for the pink and orange lamp.

You slide it between his folds, watching the tip grow wetter as Taeyong leaks in anticipation. A soft gasp escapes his lips once more as reality sinks in. Even knowing what's coming, he can't help but blush again.

The gasps turn into moans when you thrust it in without warning. You slowly fuck him with the top, inching closer to the middle with each thrust. Even though your thrusts are slow, Taeyong can feel the stretch.

Eventually, you reach the middle, the widest part of the lamp. You watch as it disappears inside of him, stretching him open.

As soon as he’s a centimeter past that point, you pull out your dick, dripping with precum. You begin to jerk yourself off before harshly thrusting the rest of the lamp into Taeyong, hitting his G-spot.

The only part of the lamp that isn’t in him is the metal base you use to control the lamp, thrusting it into him.

Taeyong whines as you thrust at a snail’s pace, intentionally missing his sweet spot before pulling out until only the tip remained inside him. You watch in amusement as he desperately tries to fuck himself onto the makeshift dildo.

“Aw, poor baby.” You say mockingly. “Stupid slut will fuck anything, won’t she?”

Taeyong whimpers, shaking his head no. Despite his protests, his hips continued to roll against the lamp, desperate for satisfaction.

“You say no, but your body says otherwise.”

You pull out completely. Tears begin to form in Taeyong’s eyes.

“I suppose that’s all sluts like you are good for.” You say, thrusting the lamp into him mercilessly.

He moans, tears falling from both stimulation and shame, his whole body shaking and quivering from the intense sensations that were running throughout his body. He tried his best to hold in the moans, but the most primal and basic of noises escaped him.

“With a body like that, you could seduce anyone.” You continue as Taeyong’s moans grow louder despite his hands. His body and thoughts are both burning hot, endlessly aroused by your actions.

“That’s why you got the job, right? Sleeping with dozens of old men? Whoring yourself out to students and begging them to fuck your omega cunt?”

Taeyong cries out in humiliation. I’m not a whore! He wants to yell, but arousal pools in his stomach, and slick gushes out every time you degrade him.

You lean over the desk, whispering in his ear. “I could leave you in class like this. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Bent over for all your beloved students to breed you until you're full of hundreds of pups like the cocksleeve you are?”

Just like that, Taeyong is clenching around the lamp, thighs pressing together. He swears that he saw stars when his orgasm hit him, stifling a scream. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over, enveloping him in a burning fire of desire. His climax seems to startle him, a most yelling at the sudden and abrupt feeling.

Pulling the lamp out, it doesn’t take long for you to jerk off at the sight. Taeyong’s whimpers paired with his used body push you over the edge, releasing all over his used pussy with a soft moan. Even though you didn’t fuck him, there was still an absurd amount of cum. You pull his panties up a bit before shooting the remaining sperm into the crotch of his underwear.

Taeyong pants heavily, unable to move from his position. You grab your phone from your pocket, taking a video of the ridiculous scene.

His nameplate is visible, placed next to his ass. “Lee Taeyong, Ph.D.,” it says, written in a fancy font.

You caress his smooth legs, making your way up to his hole before zooming in. He whimpers as you lazily finger your release into his cunt, making sure to get it in deep.

The man sucks in a breath as you pull his cum-soaked panties back on him before flipping him over. After snapping a couple more pictures of his disheveled appearance, the phone is discarded on the table.

You hear a peculiar sound, jerking your head to look at the door. Before you can properly look, Taeyong wraps his arms around your neck, gazing at you with glossy eyes.

“Kiss me. Please.” He pleads, leaning into your touch.

You grab his tiny waist, kissing him in a way that felt much more sensual than anything you’d done earlier. More of his tart scent releases, captivating you.

He practically melts, a shiver going down his spine as he tastes himself on your tongue. He’s never been this needy for someone, and he isn't sure it's a good thing.

Taeyong whines when you pull away. Desperate for your attention, he grinds himself against your now-clothed cock. The cum in his underwear presses uncomfortably against his skin.

“Is my little girl still worked up? What a cockslut.” You tease, hand placed on his thigh. “I'd love to stay longer, but your class is in 20 minutes.”

Taeyong groans in response, nearly fucked dumb. You toss him his pants, not sparing him a second glance. His heart hammers in his chest as you leave, the sudden ache in his legs growing more prominent.

It's nearly midnight, but Taeyong is still wide awake. His fingers moved in and out of his soaked pussy, dirty, wet noises filling the room. He bites down on his dirtied panties to stay quiet, the taste of his slick and your bitter cum spreading across his tongue.

Your degrading words and lustful touch play on repeat in his head, pushing him closer to the edge. He picks up the pace, imagining calloused hands on his smooth skin. The hands groped him all over, treating him as if he were a toy. Your hands are all over his body, feeling him, pleasing him.

Taeyong's eyes are glazed over when he cums at the mere thought of you touching him, his release trickling down his trembling thighs. Still, he plunges his wet digits into his sensitive cunt until he's almost faded. It's only then that he absent-mindedly takes the panties from his mouth, rising with shaky legs to clean himself up in shame.

The next morning, you open your laptop to find your most recent assignment returned to you, an A+ in the place where your B- was the day before.

You really did win him over, didn't you?