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gavin-plz-call-me · 3 years

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It's me

If there was an OM × WC crossover, who would get a long with who?

I actually love this idea. Also, while I was brainstorming ideas, it kinda helped me understand Hansol's character in a weird way so...

A couple warnings. I'll be writing this as if the mc from both obey me and wannabe challenge are the same. Also, I'm just assuming this crossover would take place in the devildom. Anyways, onto the headcanons

Obey Me! x Wannabe Challenge: Who gets along with who

Yooha & Belphie

The two troublemakers of the families are bound to get along.

When Belphie is awake, the two of them can often be found just messing around together.

Yooha is a proud member of the Anti-Lucifer League because Lucifer reminds him of a certain goblin.

The A-LL can now be found planning pranks against Taehee as well as Lucifer.

Yooha & Asmo

Just a couple of flirts.

They often compete on who can flirt the most with you. Asmo always wins, but it's usually a pretty close draw.

Asmo loves when Yooha calls you master, he will try to call you that too. Asmo, if you're trying to make Yooha hit you, that's how you do it.

They're drinking buddies, but instead of beer and sports, they drink fine wine and do skincare.

As the only full-time model in the WC household, Yooha's gotta keep his skin looking great.

Taehee & Lucifer

I see these two as frenemies more than anything.

They have mutual respect for each other, as they're both the most responsible out of their respective groups.

Taehee, however, is not keen on Lucifer's punishments towards his brothers.

I mean Mammon just stole some money, that doesn't warrant him being hanged from the rafters.

Taehee is now trying to implement more empathetic punishments towards the boys (whether they be demon, fox, or goblin) and help them to overcome their mistakes instead of just beating them up for them.

Lucifer's pride takes a massive hit whenever Taehee steps on his toes like that, but at the end of the day, Lucifer does care for his brothers. If Taehee brings actual improvements to them, he won't complain.

Even if they dislike each other a bit, they need to stick by each other in order to retain their sanity, as these two crazy households can be a bit much, especially when put together.

Taehee & Barbatos

Our chefs 🥺

Taehee admits he could learn a thing or two from Barbatos cooking-wise.

Taehee always tries to add medicinal herbs to his dishes. While he's coming from a well-meaning place, the dishes often don't turn out the best.

Barbatos teaches him how to still use these herbs in dishes while making them taste good.

Taehee, Barbatos, and Luke are often found in a kitchen together, preparing a nice meal while Asmo distracts Solomon and Belphie distracts Beel to keep them away.

Hansol & Beel

Beel's earnesty reminds Hansol of Biho, so he has the undeniable urge to protect Beel.

Beel may be at least a hundred pounds of pure muscle heavier than Hansol, be a good foot taller than him, and thousands of years older, but Hansol still insists on calling Beel a baby this very much annoys Belphie

Beel, like Biho, doesn't mind, and he even finds Hansol endearing.

Plus, Hansol can call Biho whatever he wants as long as he keeps sharing those yummy human world chocolates with him.

Hansol & Luke

Luke reminds Hansol of his own little brother.

He's a short, golden-haired boy with a passion for art cooking is an art, okay

Hansol feels terrible for how he treated his own little brother, so, subconsciously, he sees Luke as a way to atone for his sins.

Everything he did wrong with his brother, he tries to do right with Luke.

Hansol praises Luke for his cooking abilities and gives Luke all the attention he wants.

Even though Luke outwardly scoffs when Hansol calls him a baby, he secretly sees Hansol as a big brother.

Biho & Satan

Just a couple of book worms being nerds together.

They have a little book club and they want you to join.

Biho is definitely teaching Satan calligraphy.

While Satans anger can be a bit overwhelming to Biho, Biho's calming presence actually does wonders with Satan.

Beel doesn't understand how Satan can be so mean to his own brothers, sometimes especially Lucifer.

Will show his seldom seen anger if Satan and the A-LL ever pull a prank on Taehee, because Biho loves Taehee.

But, thanks to Biho's good nature, Satan tones down on the pranks even against Lucifer, much to everyone's surprise.

Biho & Beel

Like mentioned in Hansol's, Biho and Beel are both very earnest, kind, family-loving boys, so Beel and Biho would 100% get along.

Plus, redheads unite

In the same way Beel reminds Hansol of Biho, Biho reminds Beel of Belphie.

Biho is still a young goblin and despite the Devildom's lack of sunshine, he still finds himself falling asleep during the day.

Beel will carry a sleeping Biho up to his room every time he falls asleep in some weird place.

Beel, Belphie, and Biho the b-boy trio if you will are often found napping in a big cuddle pile together, bonus points if you join.

Honorable mentions

Yooha & Mammon, models unite.

Yooha and Diavolo, if Yooha can't gain power through the gods, he might as well gain it through the demon prince himself. Diavolo humors him.

Taehee & Solomon, Taehee will try to teach Solomon to cook, it never ends well.

Hansol & Mammon, will be boastful about themselves together.

Hansol & Simeon, Co-parent Luke

Hansol & Levi, gaming buddies

Biho & Belphie, napping buddies.

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autumn-ginkgo-leaves · 4 years

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William’s Lollipop (William x Reader NSFW)

Inspired by the sweet, red lollipop that William’s always holding up out of our reach.

“You’re late. Dinner’s ruined.”

William glowers at you over his folded arms, the intricate tattoos standing out on his muscled forearms.

“That’s fine,” you say with a shrug, pulling a lollipop out of your satchel. “I’ll just have this.”

As you start to unwrap it, William’s glasses flash and he steps forward and snatches it from your hand.

“Hey! I was going to eat that.”

Before you can say another word, William unwraps the red lollipop, but instead of handing it back to you, he puts it in his own mouth.

You scowl. Damn it. You were looking forward to something sweet.

William tucks the lollipop into his cheek and speaks around it. “Where have you been?”

You were hoping he wasn’t going to ask that. He told you to go and find a partner for your coming-of-age ceremony, but no one you met seemed right. “Just…out.”

His frown deepens. “You didn’t do as I asked you?”

You’re transfixed by the sight of his lips moving around the lollipop. He draws it slowly over his lips, which glisten a cherry red.

“You’re not listening to me. Do you want this?” he asks, holding it up.

You nod, still staring at his mouth, knowing that it’s not the lollipop you want, but something else.

“Use your words.”

“Please,” you moan.

A smile quirks the corner of William’s mouth. You can’t remember the last time he smiled at you, and it fills you from head to toe with warmth and your heart starts to pound.

He draws closer. “Open your mouth, then.”

You do as you’re told, and he runs the lollipop over your lower lip.

“Just to see if you like the taste,” he murmurs. You suck your lower lip into your mouth, tasting sticky sweetness. Heat, and something even more powerful, is radiating from his body. Is this the acme that he told you to go out and seek? Why do you need to go out there when everything you need is right here?

You flick your gaze up to his and whisper, “It’s sweet. I like it.”

“You want all of it?” he asks huskily, drawing the lollipop back to his mouth and licking it. “Then show me.”

You lean closer and put out your tongue. He lays the hard, round head of the lollipop against it and your lips close around it. You gaze into his red eyes as your tongue moves around it, warm and slippery from his mouth.

William doesn’t let go of the stick. He pushes it deeper and draws it back. Deeper and draws it back. “Do you know who you want as your partner for the next seven days?”

You nod, which is hard to do when he’s still gripping the stick.

“Then why don’t you say the words and make them yours?”

You reach out and press your hand against the centre of William’s chest, and he inhales sharply. You stroke your fingers over his smooth skin and the muscles of his chest. You’ve been longing to touch him like this for so long.

Your hand travels down over his belly to the waistband of his pants. You hesitate a moment, wondering if he’s about to be angry with you, and then explore lower. There’s a thick rod at the front of his pants, straining against the fabric. Your core clenches hard at the feel of him.

His red eyes flash even brighter. “I’m already at your beck and call. You want this from me as well?”

Whimpering, your mouth still full of the lollipop, you nod. He’s all you’ve been able to think about for weeks.

But maybe that’s not allowed? Is there a rule about butlers and masters not getting involved with each other? If you don’t feel his mouth on yours soon, you think you’ll crumple up and scatter into ash.

Instead of pushing you angrily away, his other hand curves around the back of your neck and draws you closer. “What if you don’t like my taste?”

You smile, and he pulls the lollipop from your mouth with a pop. “William,” you whisper, “your master wants a kiss.”

He angles his mouth toward yours, his eyes drifting closed. “I must obey my master.”

Instead of letting his lips meet yours, you slide down his body and onto your knees.

“Master? What are you doing?”

Instead of answering, you drag your tongue along the thick outline of his length through his pants, and slowly draw the zipper down. You’ve never done this before, but instinct takes over, and your mouth waters as you run your tongue over the shiny head.

William’s head tips back with a groan.

You enclose the tip of him with your mouth, and then suck him deeper. You slide your lips back and forth lovingly, enjoying his sharp intakes of breath and the way he fills you to the back of your mouth, and then into your throat as he surges forward.

“You’re going to—ah—that’s so—by the devil.”

You mouth fills with tingling warmth, and then with William’s cry, it fills with hot liquid that coats your tongue. You swallow down his acme and his come in long gulps, needy for all of it. Finally, you suck up the length of him and lick your lips.

William’s chest is heaving, and his eyes are a flaming red.

“That’s one way of receiving acme,” he says, as he runs his thumb over your lower lip.

You smile as you plant a kiss on the seal that’s formed low on his belly. “I knew I’d I love your taste.” You think for a moment, enjoying the way his fingers are stroking over your cheek. “Are we going to get into trouble over this with Dorian Gray?”

William smiles and smooths your hair back. “I’ll always protect my master from any trouble. You do realize I’m not letting you out of my sight for the next seven days?”

He leans down and picks you up in his strong arms, cuddling you against his chest. He slides his nose along the length of yours, still smiling, and walks with you out of the room.

“Where are we going?” you ask, wrapping your arms around his neck, not caring where you’re going as long as it’s with him. You feel warm and sleepy and you’re tingling all over.

“To my bed. You’re sleeping with me tonight. I told you, I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

You plant kisses against his throat, his heady acme singing in your blood.

“Anything you say, William. Your master wants to be good for you.”

Thank you for reading! You can send requests for fics to my ask box. At the moment I’m writing for Wannabe Challenge and LoveUnholyc. Find all my finished fics here.

#love unholyc #loveunholyc #william #william loveunholyc #love your butler

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padawanlost · 7 years

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okay but isn't being a gray jedi - aka using both the light side and dark side of the force - like the most optimal way to use the force? like, balance, using your emotions and not letting your emotions use you, staying centered but not repressing, and all that. seems p obvious to me, though I guess I could be missing something

it seemsobvious, right? lol

but theJedi idea of balance was a world where only the Jedi existed. They believedthat the prophecy meant Anakin would destroy the sith once and for all. that’swhat happened, but not the way they thought it would.

Is he not to destroy the Sith and bring balance to the Force?

In theirminds, balance wasn’t the Force as an stable system. It was a galaxy withoutthe sith. And noticed that they don’t say a world without the dark side, but aworld without the sith. There were other groups of dark side force users butonly the sith, their ultimate enemies and the biggest threat to the jedi order,needed to be exterminated. Convenient, isn’t it?

If we considerthe Jedi Order as cult-like organizations, that indoctrinate their member tonegate anything that doesn’t support the Order it gets even easier to explainwhy they couldn’t see Grey Jedi as viable alternative.

The JediOrder was built on the idea that only the LIGHT side was good. and any attemptto learn about the Force beyond the teachings of the Jedi order was deemed dangerousand ground for expulsion or death (if they consider you a sith wannabe).

Cult’s doctrine is considered the ‘Truth’ witha capital T, it covers every eventuality and members are expected to except it completely, even if they don’tunderstand it. Eric Hoffer says that the best cult doctrines areunverifiable and un-evaluable. This means they cannot be proven or disproved,they have to be accepted on faith [x]

The Jedidon’t teach about the dark side. They teach that anyone who uses the dark sideis corrupted and irredeemable. It’s a one way street and you should do your bestto stay away from it. but they don’t explain anything about the dark side. Remember,only members of the Jedi Council have access to the ancient texts and sith holocronsbecause it’s “dangerous knowledge” and regular jedi looking for thatinformation – for whatever reason – are viewed with great suspicions. Even lookingfor information on the dark side is bad.

Cults typically reduce things to black andwhite. Shades of grey are not allowed.After all if they have the ultimate Truth, (with a capital T) then every othergroup must be wrong, which leads to an ‘us versus them’ mentality. You’re either with the group or you’re anoutsider. (This is often as aspect of the paranoia of cult leaders, too) [x]

Now thatonly a handful of people have access to whole picture, it’s much easier tocontrol the thinking of rest of the group. But how you make sure that they don’tlearn from other places?

This goes part of the way to explaining howgroup members end up distancing themselves from family and friends. They are made to believe that outsiders(i.e., those not in the group) are a bad influence and are stopping them fromgrowing, evolving, progressing in some way. [x]

Until youare an adult and pass the test to prove you’re a “proper” Jedi you can’t goanywhere without the authorization of your master. You hardly leave the Templewithout company. The outside world is considered a dangerous place for apadawan. Trips are regulated and once you return you must report everything youlearn straight to the Council.

The Jediorder, over time, became so afraid of the unknown, they slowly began creating mechanismto weed out everything that they deemed dangerous or unnecessary. What startedwith the “light side is good” became a cyclical process of indoctrination: an indoctrinatedchild becomes an indoctrinated adult who indoctrinates another child. The jediare trapped in that mindset. The jedi are right and everyone who disagree withthat is wrong. And who represents the thinking brain of the Jedi Order? TheJedi Council, the only beings with the means to learn beyond the jedipropaganda but who don’t because they were personally educated by the oneperson resolvable for overseeing almost a millennia of indoctrination.

Very oftenthe doctrine of cults creates impossibilities and the members are urged to tryand obtain these. The members, of course, don’t see these as impossibilities. Typically the leader claims to have theseabilities and the members are simply trying to be as good as the leader.For example, working without emotions,never making judgments, having perfect days whenever you want them, neverbreaking the rules, never sinning (notice the black-and-white thinking!).[x]

They allthough to believe that Yoda is the greatest because he mastered their greatest challenges:to let go of their attachments, to live in the moment, to “read” the force’swill, to not be ruled by their emotions, to overcome fear, etc. we all knowthey are wrong. Yoda was as fallible was the rest of them. but because theybelieve it, the unreasonable goals of the Jedi Code became reasonable and attainable.So why be a great Jedi, why learn beyond the order when the Order’s wayobviously work? They had a living prove that it worked (Yoda)!

Yoda, notonly kept the Jedi order stagnated, he become an inspirations: if I do wellenough and please my master and the Council one day I’ll be as great as yoda orhis apprentices. We can see that in TPM when Obi-wan is clearly upset Qui-Gon doesnot obey them to get a sit on the Council.

It was difficult for unorthodox Jedi—especiallythose labeled as Gray Jedi—to join the Council or ascend to any position ofreal leadership within the Order. As the High Council chose its own members,they tended to select moretraditionalist Jedi, such as the group described as the Old Guard. Jinn’s candidacy as a member of the HighCouncil was rejected first in favor of Plo Koon, and later the Cerean Ki-Adi-Mundi,both of whom were more in line with the Council’s way of thinking.[x]

The Jedi Order was not interested in changing. AcceptingGrey Jeid as a good thing and welcoming a new way of thinking went againsteverything the PT-era Jedi Order stood for.

Their way was the only way.

#ask #anon #jedi order #grey jedi #sw meta #padawanlost #gray jedi #jedi culture #txt

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gavin-plz-call-me · 3 years

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Obey Me! Masterlist

Last updated on: 5/7/22

Headcanons/Crack

The brothers + Datables & Luke react to MC owning a cat named lucifer

The Brothers + Luke do a gem digging kit with you

Obey me as Sam O'Nella moments (part 1, part 2)

Do the obey me boys wash their asses?

Obey me! x Wannabe Challenge: Who gets along with who

Ring for a kiss (Brothers)

Ring for a kiss (Undatables)

Pokemon Smash or Pass: Obey Me Edition

Fics

A Bed For Eight

Smitten (Mammon x gn reader)

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me luficer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me masterlist #masterlist

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autumn-ginkgo-leaves · 4 years

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Perfect Heat

Yooha x Reader. A couples’ shoot with Yooha takes a heated turn. Fluff and smut. NSFW.

You receive a video call, and when you answer it you see Yooha’s smiling face. “Master, I’ve got a modelling job for us. A couples’ shoot.”

You’re at home in your room sorting through your closet, trying to choose an outfit for the next Wannabe Challenge. “Hm? You found a job? For us?”

Yooha’s only just started modelling and he’s been living in the human world for about five minutes. He can’t have been offered anything amazing yet.

His grey eyes sparkle with reproach. “Tsk. You don’t believe me?”

“Oh, sure. But I probably don’t have time.”

A smile plays around his lips. “You’ll find time when I tell you who it’s for. Ever heard of Perfect Glow?”

Your eyes widen. Perfect Glow is one of the most exclusive perfume brands. They only use famous actors and models for their ads and the pictures are always stunning. “Are you serious? And they want both of us? That’s amazing!”

Yooha’s smile widens, confident and lazy now that he’s got your attention. It doesn’t really surprise you that he’s being offered modelling contracts that other men would kill for. The man is too handsome for his own good. “They’re launching a new perfume called Perfect Heat. I told them I’d only do it with you.”

Your eyes narrow in suspicion. “Did you use magic on them or something?”

He laughs, a musical sound that has you smiling and your insides fluttering. “Master, my magic only works for you. I’ll tell them we’ll consider it, then?”

You throw the dress you’re holding onto the bed. “You’ll tell them yes, right now.”

Yooha frowns. “You haven’t even heard what they want from us.”

Your heart is pounding at the thought of doing a couples’ shoot with Yooha, and one for the Perfect Glow brand no less. You’ve seen dozens of their ads and they’re intimate and stylish. “What’s there to think about? They’re a great brand and this is an amazing opportunity for you.”

Yooha still hesitates. “You should probably read over the brief. Think through it carefully. You might not have the, uh, experience.” He clears his throat and his gaze slides away from the screen.

Your eyes narrow. “Are you lecturing me about experience? Thanks, but I’ve been choosing my own work for a while now. I’ll call them myself and offer to do the shoot with someone else if you don’t want to.”

Yooha suddenly looks fierce. “No way. I’m not going to let do this with another man. But read over the brief before you—”

Let you. Please. “Accept the job. Bye, foxy.” You hang up and shake your head. Being flattered by a few brand execs has gone to his head.

A few minutes later you stop by the window and gaze out onto the street. A couples’ shoot with Yooha. An excuse to be close to him without giving him too many ideas about what you do and don’t want from him, because you’re still not sure. He’s hot, but he seems dangerous to fall for.

Working with him is safe, though, and pretending to be his girlfriend for a few hours sounds like fun.

***

Three days later

You stare in horror at the black corset and tiny pair of briefs that the photographer’s assistant is holding out to you.

“You want me to wear…these?” you ask in a horrified whisper.

The assistant frowns at you. “You did read the brief, didn’t you? It was all in there. The vibe for this shoot is boudoir. Sex. Danger.”

Yooha smirks at you from over her shoulder. “Of course she read the brief. She’s a professional. Aren’t you?”

You glare at him with so much heat you’re surprised his skin doesn’t blister. “I…forgot for a second. Sure. I’ll go get changed.”

She passes you a pair of eight-inch heels, and your stomach swoops. You’ve never even worn these sorts of things playing around in your bedroom, let alone in front of a dozen people.

And Yooha.

He eyes you with interest as wardrobe people flutter around him with various shirts, holding them up against his shoulders to see how they look.

Face burning, you disappear into your dressing room. There’s a make-up artist and hairdresser and they get to work on making you ready for the shoot. The whole time they work, you look nervously at the skimpy clothing lying on the sofa and fantasise about grabbing your handbag and running away.

Finally, they leave you alone to change and you wiggle into the corset and briefs and strap your feet into the high heels. Gazing in the mirror, you moans softly, “Yooha, what the hell did you get me into?”

There’s a rush of heat behind you, and then a low whistle. “Wow. I’m seeing a new side of you.”

You lunge for a robe to wrap around your body. “Knock, why don’t you!”

“Can’t knock when it’s magic. I can only obey. Wow.” He circles you slowly, his eyes running appreciatively up and down your body. “You look…hot.”

You hesitate, wondering if he’s making fun of you. “Um. I feel kind of stupid.”

He meets your eyes in surprise. “You do? Why?”

You glance down at yourself. Your breasts are pressed high and tight and the briefs are cut away to reveal your hips. Everyone’s going to laugh at you the second you step out of this dressing room. “Because I don’t ever wear stuff like this, dummy!”

He gazes at you reproachfully, and you sigh. “I’m sorry. I’m not feeling myself.”

Yooha’s in a long-sleeved shirt and black jeans. The shirt is unbuttoned down his chest, and the fabric is almost see-through, hinting at the muscles of his biceps. The makeup artist has darkened his lashes and swept his silver hair back. He looks incredible.

“At least one of us gets to wear an actual outfit,” you grumble.

He reaches out and taps you affectionately under the chin. “Don’t worry, master. We’re dressed up, playing a part. I’ve seen you do this so often.”

You think about this, and nod. “Yeah, you’re right.”

He folds his arms, gazing at you. “I’m glad it’s me with you, and not some other guy.”

You feel a smile tug the corner of your mouth. “I’m glad it’s you, too.”

The way he’s looking at you is sort of…nice. Not lewd. Just softly appreciative.

He helps you into the robe and takes your hand. “Come on. Let’s go and wait out there. Keep that robe on so you don’t get cold.”

As he leads you across the set, you notice him glaring at any of the male assistants who become distracted by the sound of your high heels and stare too long at you.

Ten minutes later, the photographer comes to talk to you both, camera brandished in his hand, and gives you directions. The butterflies in your stomach are whipped into a frantic storm when you realize you’re going to have to straddle Yooha’s lap.

You remove your robe and take up your positions, Yooha sitting on a chair and you across his lap, thighs spread. It feel so unnatural and your skin crawls with self-consciousness as you realize how many people are staring at you.

“Hey,” Yooha says softly, drawing your attention back to him. “I’m here. It’s just us.”

You take a deep breath and look into his eyes. Just him. Maybe you can do this if you pretend it’s just the two of you.

The photographer calls out to Yooha, “Pull her closer. Touch her some more. This is about heat. Perfect Heat.”

Yooha raises a brow at you. Asking for permission.

“That’s not a problem is it?” the photographer asks, an edge to his voice.

You nod, and Yooha slips his hands around your waist. Large, strong hands. You feel yourself getting lost in his silver eyes as the photographer snaps photos. You’ve caught this hungry expression on Yooha’s face before, but up close, it takes your breath away.

He angles his face as if he’s about to kiss you, and heat rushes through you, from the tips of your toes to your nipples. Your thighs squeeze his hips and you rock into him, begging with him with your eyes to give you what you need.

Just you and him.

Just like you’ve thought about so many times, even if you haven’t wanted to admit it to yourself. Your intense attraction to your housemate.

Yooha’s fingers brush the lacings of the corset at your lower back and you lick your lips, certain that he’s about to pull them slowly free.

“Your hair’s blocking the shot, move it to your other shoulder,” the photographer suddenly barks.

You jump and look around. A dozen pair of eyes are staring back at you dispassionately. Everything comes crashing down around you, and you jump to your feet. This is worse, because now everyone’s looking even harder at you.

“I’m sorry, I...” As you hurry back to your dressing room, tears prickling your eyes, you vaguely hear Yooha asking for a short break.

A few minutes later, Yooha comes quietly into the dressing room, holding the robe, but everyone else is still out there. Waiting for you.

“Are you all right, master?”

He holds out the robe, and you take it from him but you don’t put it on. “Were you acting out there?”

“Maybe. Maybe not. Which part?”

“The part where you looked at me like I was a persimmon and you’re a hungry fox.” If he’s not attracted to you, and everyone can tell and they’re currently out there laughing at you, you might crumple up and die.

He chuckles darkly. “I don’t have to pretend any of that, and if you don’t believe me, maybe that’s our problem.”

“What do you mean?”

His eyes grow dark with mischief. He comes toward you and plants a hand on the wall by your head. “What do you think?”

Instinctively, you reach up and splay your hands across his chest. He’s just so touchable that you wonder if he’s waving those pretty tails at you and dazzling your senses, but no. It’s just him.

His mouth dips toward yours. “Why don’t we try something?”

Your eyes are about to flutter closed. If he wants to kiss you, sure. That won’t be the craziest thing that happens today, and your whole body is practically begging for it.

Suddenly he picks you up in his arms and sits down with you on the sofa in his lap. His arms wrap around your hips and he hugs you tight against his body. He nuzzles your throat, planting kisses everywhere.

This is perfect now you’re alone, and you melt into him. A moment later, you feel something against your thighs and you gasp and look down. He’s…he’s hard.

“See?” he murmurs. “Not pretending.”

Your fingers curl through his hair at the nape of his neck. It feels amazing to be this close to him, but you have no idea what you’re supposed to do next.

As if reading your mind, he nips your lower lip with his teeth and murmurs, “Turn around. I’ll show you.”

Frowning, you do as he asks, straddling him in the other direction. Your ass is tucked against his hips. Before you realize what he’s doing, he’s lain back on the sofa, hooked his arms under your thighs and pulled you up the length of his body until you’re straddling his face.

Your hands press against his stomach. “Yooha! What the hell are you doing?”

“Giving my master her throne.” He kisses you, right over your clit through your underwear.

What the hell? you mouth to yourself. Your nails dig into his flesh, but you don’t move away. You’re locked in place, wondering what he’s going to do next.

Yooha draws your underwear aside and licks you with a long stroke of his tongue. Your eyes flutter closed and your head tips back. That feels all kinds of amazing. He licks you again, and then swirls his tongue against your clit. Your breath picks up and you start to moan.

Even as you get lost in the sensations, you feel flashes of self-consciousness. He can see everything. And can he breathe?

His hum of appreciation vibrates against your inner thighs. Yeah, seems like he can breathe, but this is such a bizarre position, and you feel more exposed than ever.

“Yooha, I don’t…ohhhh.” You break off and breathe in sharply, your eyes drifting closed for a moment. He’s making your insides feel golden and you suddenly don’t want him to stop. His tongue feels incredible, lapping at your sensitive clit, and it feels even better when he moves up to delve deep inside you. The man has a strong tongue and knows how to use it.

You lean forward and stroke the bulge in the front of his jeans, and your mouth waters. Acting rather than thinking, you unbuckle his belt and unzip the jeans. When you stroke the length of his cock through his underwear, Yooha’s hands tighten on your hips and he sucks on your clit. Lost in the haze of pleasure that washes over your body, you lean forward, push the waistband of his underwear down and run your tongue along the length of him. He feels good against your tongue, hard and hot and velvety on the outside. You want nothing more than to take him in your mouth as you lose yourself in what he’s doing to you.

And so you do.

You suck lovingly up and down the length of his cock, your eyes closed. You’re getting closer and closer to your peak and your mouth moves rhythmically. Beneath your body, you feel Yooha’s breathing deepen and his flesh heat up. Needing more of him, you press back against him, sucking harder.

Yooha groans and laps hard at your clit. Your body arches hard against his as you come, moaning around his cock. As the sensations pound through you, Yooha pushes his length deeper into your mouth, and you feel your mouth flood with liquid. Surprised, you swallow it down, musky and sweet and tasting like him.

A moment later, Yooha’s head falls back, and he pants for breath. “Fuck, master. You taste like a dream.”

You sit up slowly and look over your shoulder. He’s smiling lazily at you while you wipe your mouth, his fingers threading beneath your underwear to stroke your ass.

You turn around and straddle him, your hair cascading down over his shoulder. “Yooha. You taste even better.”

You press your lips against his as his arms come around you and crush you against him. There are too many clothes between the two of you and you tug at your irritating corset. You just want to be naked with Yooha. His tongue parts you lips and slides against yours, and with one of his knees raised you rub your pussy back and forth against his thigh. He’s everything you’re feeling right now. He’s your whole world.

Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door, and someone calls, “Break’s over in five minutes.”

You pull back in surprise, your eyes widening. You’ve forgotten completely where you are again.

Yooha mutters a curse and sits up, zipping up his jeans and buckling his belt.

Frantically, your pat down your hair and blot at your mouth. The makeup artist is going to be annoyed with you. Your lipstick has probably come off all over Yooha’s... You bite your lip and smile up at him as he smooths your hair back.

“Feel okay now, beautiful?” he asks.

You feel strange, but definitely more relaxed.

The shoot goes smoothly after that. It’s easier to focus on him and ignore everyone else around you.

Two weeks later when the ad starts appearing in magazines and on billboards, people comment over and over how good the two of you look together. It’s an amazing picture, the two of you looking deep into each other’s eyes with intense expressions, as if you’re both about to combust with need.

Even your barista recognises you both when you’re buying coffee with Yooha one morning, and she rushes to show everyone in the queue the picture of the two of you on her phone.

Yooha slings an arm around your shoulder and smirks. “Hasn’t she got a perfect glow in that picture? We really create that perfect heat.”

You shove him off with a roll of your eyes. His ego is getting so big, and the double meaning in his words makes you blush.

You head over to a table, and he follows. There’s still a smile on his face, but it’s filled with meaning. He glances at the oversize long-sleeved top you’re wearing. “Have you been getting chilly lately, master? The weather’s changing.”

You hug your arms around yourself as if the winter cold really is getting to you, and nibble at your thumbnail. Your mind is back on that sofa with Yooha while he licks you in all the places that feel amazing.

“Just call me if your get cold, master. I know how to heat you up again.” Yooha takes your thumb out of your mouth and kisses it. “And I miss your taste.”

You miss his, too. You watch him sip his coffee, wondering how early you can go to bed tonight without the others thinking its suspicious, and whisper his name in the darkness.

Thank you for reading! You can send requests for fics to my ask box. At the moment I’m writing for Wannabe Challenge and LoveUnholyc. Find all my finished fics here.

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