#wrote this with one hand btw

[woninggg]

requests open?

if so, could i please request dom scoups punishing you for being a brat?

Push and punish—崔胜澈 (NSFW MDNI!!!)

ᶻᶻ..🧋more content under the cut┈✦

You had been testing Seungcheol’s patience all day.

You don’t know when you started pushing his buttons on purpose—maybe it was the way his jaw clenched every time you rolled your eyes at him, or how his voice dropped an octave whenever you challenged him. Either way, you were having fun testing the limits of his patience.

Seungcheol had been patient. Too patient.

At first, he let things slide. He’d give you a look, maybe shake his head with a sigh, but he didn’t call you out on it. That only encouraged you to push further. A little more attitude, a little more backtalk. You wanted a reaction, and if he wasn’t going to give it to you easily, then you’d have to work for it.

And oh, did you work for it.

The final straw came when the two of you were settling in for the night. Seungcheol had been sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone, and he casually patted the space beside him. “Come here.”

You had rolled your eyes and pretended not to hear. That was your mistake.

His tongue presses against the inside of his cheek, exhaling slowly like he’s counting to ten in his head. “I’ve been nice all day,” he murmurs.

That alone should’ve been your warning. But instead, you let out a little scoff, stretching your legs across the couch. “And?”

Seungcheol’s jaw twitches. His fingers tighten around his phone before he sets it down“You must really want to be put in your place tonight"

You barely have time to process the shift before he moves. One second, you’re lounging smugly on the couch, and the next, you’re being yanked forward by your wrist, pulled right into his lap. A gasp escapes you, but he’s already got you caged, one thick thigh between your legs, one arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

“What—”

“Shh” he hushes you, tilting his head like he’s studying you. “You wanted my attention so bad, baby. Now you have it.”

A slow drag of his hands up your sides, fingertips pressing just hard enough to make you shiver. His thigh shifts beneath you, pressing against the heat between your legs, and you jolt, a small gasp slipping out.

Seungcheol smirks. “What’s wrong? This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Your stomach twists at the low, taunting edge in his voice. You want to snap back, but the words tangle in your throat when he grips your chin between his fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Go on, then,” he murmurs, guiding your hips with firm hands. “Show me how much you wanted this.”

You whimper, heat pooling low in your belly as he makes you grind against him. The friction is maddening, not nearly enough to satisfy but enough to make your thighs tremble.

He lets you chase your own pleasure for a moment—just long enough to get you desperate, before his hands still on your hips, stopping your movements entirely.

You whine, frustration bubbling up. “Cheol—”

“You don’t get to act like a brat all day and expect me to reward you. You’re gonna take what I give you. And you’re gonna thank me for it.”

His grip tightens, his thigh pressing up just enough to make you keen.“Go on, baby. Be nice and say thank you.”

His grip on your chin tightens as he leans in, lips barely brushing yours. “Say it,” he orders, but your pride keeps you silent for half a second too long. Another mistake.

Seungcheol clicks his tongue, shaking his head like he’s disappointed. “Still being a brat? Fine.”

Before you can react, you’re flipped onto your back, the rough fabric of the couch scraping against your heated skin. A sharp gasp rips from your throat as his palm presses into the small of your back, keeping you pinned.

A sudden, stinging slap lands on your ass, making you jolt. Heat floods your body, a startled moan slipping past your lips before you can stop it.

Seungcheol hums in satisfaction, his fingers kneading the flesh before delivering another slap—harder this time, making you arch against the cushion “Already so sensitive? And I’ve barely even touched you.”

You whimper, your thighs pressing together, desperate for friction. But he notices. Of course he does.

“Don’t be greedy,” he warns, grabbing your hips firmly “I decide when you get to feel good.”

His hands trail down, thumbs teasing along the waistband of your shorts before yanking them down in one swift motion. You shiver as the cool air hits your skin, knowing damn well what’s coming.

A single finger runs through your folds, barely touching, just enough to make you tremble. “Dripping already?” His laugh is mocking. “So much attitude for someone this needy.”

You whimper again, trying to move your hips for more, but his hand comes down on your ass once more. “Be still.”

You bite your lip, hands gripping the couch cushion beneath you as his fingers finally press against your clit, moving in slow, lazy circles that have you panting. It’s good—too good, but just as you start to roll your hips into it, he pulls away completely.

You whine, frustration building, but he only chuckles in response. “Oh, you don’t like that?” His fingers slide lower, teasing at your entrance but never pushing in. “That’s too bad, baby. ‘Cause I’m not stopping until you’re crying for it.”

And then, he makes good on his promise.

Over and over, he brings you to the edge, only to rip it away at the last second. His fingers, his mouth, his words—all to keep you teetering on that breaking point.

Tears prick at your eyes, your body shaking as you whimper out, “Please, Cheol—please, I can’t—”

He tilts his head. “Can’t what? Take it? But I thought you wanted my attention.”

A fresh wave of heat floods your body, humiliation mixing with the unbearable need.

Your voice is wrecked when you finally break. “I’m sorry—I’m sorry, I was being stupid, I just—please, I need you.”

Seungcheol sighs, like you’ve finally given him what he wanted. His fingers slip back between your legs, but this time, there’s no teasing. Just the overwhelming, relentless pleasure of him fucking you open with his fingers, stretching you until your nails claw at the cushions.

“That’s more like it,” he praises, voice thick with satisfaction. “Now, let’s see just how many times I can make you scream for me.”

Your body is still trembling from the orgasm, your breath coming in short, broken gasps as you try to recover—but Seungcheol doesn’t give you that luxury. His fingers drag up your thigh, slow and deliberate, teasing you even when you’re already ruined.

"Thought you were done?" he asks teasinly, his voice thick with amusement. "That's cute."

You barely have the strength to lift your head, but then you feel it—the heavy press of his cock against your entrance, hot and throbbing. Your breath catches, your exhausted body instinctively trying to shift away, but his hands are already gripping your hips, holding you still.

“Ah, ah,” he tuts, “Don’t act shy now. You were so eager to piss me off earlier—so desperate for my attention. So here. Take all of it.”

And then he pushes in.

The stretch is immediate, burning, overwhelming—and yet it’s exactly what you need. You sob his name, your nails digging into his forearms as he buries himself to the hilt, forcing you to take every inch of him at once.

Seungcheol groans, his head falling forward to rest against your shoulder. "Fuck, baby—you're so tight."

You whimper, your walls fluttering helplessly around him, still too sensitive from the way he ruined you with his fingers. He doesn’t give you time to adjust. He just pulls back and slams in again, dragging another cry from your throat.

"Cheol—too much—" you gasp, but your words are useless.

"Too bad," he growls, his pace brutal. "You wanted to act like a brat? Then take your punishment."

His thrusts are deep, his grip on your hips tight enough to leave bruises. Every drag of his cock against your walls sends another jolt of pleasure through you.

Tears spill down your cheeks again, your body reduced to nothing but the way Seungcheol is using you, fucking you open like you were made for him.

And he's enjoying every second of it.

"Crying already?" he coos, his fingers swiping at the tears staining your face. "You can take more, baby. I know you can."

You shake your head, the words 'I can’t' forming on your tongue—but before you can say them, he shifts.

His hands slip beneath your thighs, lifting them and folding you in half. And then—fuck.

He fucks into you deeper, harder, the new angle forcing you to take him even further.

"That's it," Seungcheol groans, watching your face twist with every brutal snap of his hips. "Look at you—so fucked out, so pretty when you cry for me."

You sob, your hands clutching at him, nails raking down his back as you beg—whether it’s for mercy or for more, you don’t even know anymore.

Seungcheol just smirks, his thumb finding your swollen, overstimulated clit. “One more, baby. Give me one more.”

You shake your head, your voice barely a whisper, but the pressure is too much.

The orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing around him as he fucks you through it.

“Good girl,” he praises, his strokes relentless. “So good for me. Just like that.”

You can feel his own climax building, his grip on your hips tightening, his thrusts growing erratic. His breath is hot against your ear as he whispers his dirty praises, his other hand tangling in your hair, tugging your head back to expose your throat.

"Mine," he says, his voice low and possessive. "You're all mine."

The words send a thrill through your overstimulated body, your pussy clenching around his cock in response.

Seungcheol's eyes darken at your reaction, his pace picking up as he fucks you harder, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Ah—Cheol—” you whimper, his name a desperate plea on your lips.

Seungcheol’s hips stutter, his breath ragged, his entire body tensing before he finally stills. For a moment, there’s just the sound of his heavy breathing, your own whimpers, and the wet smack of your flesh against his.

He let out a feral groan as he slams into you one last time, his cock pulsing deep inside you. The warmth of his release fills you, mixing with your own juices as he marks his territory—his cum painting the walls of your cunt.

He pulls out, leaving you feeling empty. Your legs fall to the side, boneless and weak, your pussy still pulsing around the emptiness

You barely register the way he gathers you into his arms, his lips pressing soft kisses against your temple as he strokes your back, grounding you. The shift in his demeanor is almost jarring—going from ruthless to gentle in the span of a second.

his rough grip turning into gentle caresses, his ragged breaths evening out as he presses soft kisses against your tear-streaked cheeks. "You did so well, baby," he murmurs softly.

His hands soothe over your trembling thighs, massaging the soreness away as he whispers quiet praises, grounding you with his touch.

“You okay sweetheart?"

Seungcheol’s voice is gentle now, a stark contrast to the harshness of his earlier commands. You nod, your throat too tight to speak. You can feel his cum trickling out of you, a sticky mess between your thighs.

The room is quiet, except for the sound of his breathing—deep and satisfiedand, your own ragged breaths.

He helps you sit up, his arms circling around you, and you lean into him, feeling the warmth of his chest. You’re a mess, but he doesn’t seem to care. He kisses the top of your head, his hands moving to cup your cheeks, turning your face up to look at him.

You sniffle, trying to compose yourself, but the way he was holding you—his thumbs stroking your cheeks, his eyes searching yours—it made the tears fall faster. "I'm sorrrrrryyyy," you manage to choke out between sobs.

Seungcheol's face twists in panic for a brief second before it smooths into something softer. He wipes the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs, his eyes searching yours carefully.

" Baby, what are you sorry for, you did nothing wrong my angel"

"I don't deserve you," you murmur, your eyes filling with fresh tears as you look up at him. "I've been so—"

"No, no don't say that! if anything I'm the one that should be sorry for pushing you too hard,"

"Cheoooollliiiee" You whine, your hands weakly pushing against his chest.

He lets out a giggle, kissing you again, a gentle press of his lips. His arms tighten around you, crushing you to his chest as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

[kg-clark-inthedark]

My gift for @puddtoast for @dishonoredgiftexchange’s 2024 fugue feast. I went with the prompt of Aramis Stilton thinking about lost love in the wake of Luca’s downfall while listening to his last audiograph from Theodanis Abele, and then realizing he’ll be okay when a monarch butterfly lands on the audiograph player.

I’ve been head over heels for this emotional sucker punch of a prompt, so I hope I did it justice!! Also I’m delighted to have finally drawn Stilton for the first time. Thank you for providing such fun and detailed prompts to choose from! (Btw I didn’t know what symbolism you were hoping for - if any - when requesting a monarch, so I ran with what I grew up with, in terms of the whole “carrying souls of the dead” thing. Hope that works for you!)

[theworkerofkeay]

The Archivist

[Monster Jon save me,,, monster Jon,, save me monster Jon,, ]

[darcyolsson]

quick do we think tessa gray dogears her books and manhandles them until they fall apart or do we think she's the "don't open it too far you'll crack the spine!!!" type

[artsyhamster]

Hello, I wrote a lot this month! And illustrated it lol. So there you have illustrations from 4 different stories

If you're into angsty Edizzy stories, here you go: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59520157

Please read the tags/warnings carefully tho, they're angsty after all.

[zephyrsobsessions]

The dorm internet went down so instead of being normal I wrote fanfiction physically. No clue how much, but I've got about 2 pages front and back full of words. My hand HURTS.

[silverware-is-interesting]

just some kinitopet doodles

the kinito crew, with mild effort

and some things i did with the users, under the cut since there is. a lot

all of 'em but the first 4 came into existence because of the incorrect quote generator

these guys are way too fun to draw (to me)

[foolsocracy]

I can't get the idea out of my head, so please consider; MJ invites Peter out along with some of her friends for dancing. Results may vary

ok this has been SITTING in my inbox. I was thinking about drawing something but ive caved and im just gonna talk.

YES. That girl can DANCE and she loves it!! I feel in the 19th and 20th century everyone could do a bit of social dancing because thats just what people did for fun. I think the Parkers and the Watsons both taught their kids to dance 'older' stuff they would have done when they were younger, like a solid waltz, quadrille, two-step, polka, what have you. MJ learned them all with fervor. Pete... learned some of them.

I think MJ and Pete would probably do (east coast) swing most often. Because they are hip and of the times. I think Pete probably would have had MJ and Robbie get to know each other through dance, actually. Like Robbie was around the welfare center when MJ was and Pete immediately was like Yes, now MJ can practice with him and not me (ultimate backfire because how he's got 2 partners)! Harlem is definitely the hot spot for swing, with black Americans engineering the whole thing. MJ was totally ecstatic to have a friend over there to run into who was a ready and willing partner!

I do have to say that MJ is a total back lead when it comes to Peter. They will ARGUE on the floor (in good fun). She'll be like 'do that one move I just taught you!' or 'If you fumble this texas tommy i'll kill you' or 'ok on this next backstep we're doing Charleston... aaand triple step, back step.' And Peter will snark back. Whenever she really wants to piss him off she'll make him practice Balboa (he thinks it looks stupid).

[remythologise]

kcd2.........

[ripcarrotchan]

taro buys jiro a weird-looking kitty plushie

(this is a scene from my fic about taro and jiro going to the park and jiro getting a plushie! ;;w;;)

[rosykims]

solas dragonage when youre trapping rook in your stupid nightmare regret prison this is who youre trapping btw. this little face. im pissed off

[skitskatdacat63]

More matador!Fernando! Ferrari this time :D (I can't help myself.....)

- facial hair

+ closeups

I really wanted the vibe of this Nando pic, I think I did pretty well??

[seventh-district]

tfw you're trying to write a Genshin fic but ur memory is shit so u have to leave urself [REMINDERS] to come back and correct your spelling/figure out NPC names/scour the wiki to double-check character and story lore, because if u even so much as glance away from the google doc in the moment you'll lose all of your writing momentum

coughs [link to some other (better) excerpts from the fic since the post didn't make it into the tags and i'm too lazy to remake it]

[aphel1on]

the most autistic thing i've done in the past year is when i typed out a transcript of the text from the entire main storyline in Pokemon Legends: Arceus into a wordpad document, complete with basic image descriptions, and then i didn't even write the fanfic which was supposedly the reason i started that whole project in the first place

[hannie-dul-set]

quick little update on the word counts of my major wips atm!!

karma: 6k shoot your shot: 1k the breakup soup: 9k peach tree act two: 30k star studded baggage ch.3: 4k do you want me (dead)?: 2k three's a crowd: 9k sunwater: 15k

outlined/outlining: home for the bitchless ch.9 ceo park

[jouska-the-deer]

People still suck at writing Sonic the Hedgehog

Interpretations of Sonic outside of media made by Sonic Team often seem either unable or unwilling to reconcile the fact that Sonic is both kind-hearted and intelligent, but I think I've noticed a recent shift in the way writers try to reconcile it.

In general, there seems to be this belief that smart people are inherently more pessimistic toward the world and that kind people are inherently more naive towards it. So, when writing for a character who's both smart and kind, less knowledgeable writers end up flanderizing them in one of two ways:

The first way, which is how Sonic was interpreted in Sonic Boom and prior, is making the character act like a jerk who knows best. At worst, they'll be outright rude towards their closest friends, but any criticism they get for it will be ignored because their opinions are always correct in the eyes of the narrative. At best, they'll sometimes make mistakes and learn lessons about being nicer to other people, which is something their non-flandarized self wouldn't have struggled with.

The second way, which is how Sonic is interpreted now, is making the character a saint who solves everything with friendship. At worst, they'll give absolute tyrants a million chances, but any criticism they get for it will be ignored because their opinions are always correct in the eyes of the narrative. At best, they'll sometimes make mistakes and learn lessons about certain people being unwilling to change, which is something their non-flandarized self wouldn't have struggled with.

You may have noticed I straight up copy/pasted a couple bits of those last two paragraphs. Well, that's because those bits reveal a bit of truth in how Sonic is portrayed by Sonic Team. Sonic's opinions are always correct in the eyes of the narrative, because of the lessons he no longer struggles with. Sonic already learned to balance his desire to give people a second chance with the fact that some people just have to be stopped. When? Since the very beginning. Sonic has always been trying to defeat Eggman for good while also giving second chances to people who he thinks deserve it.

But how do you deal with people who are causing so much harm when you still think they deserve a second chance? Guess what? Sonic answered that straight up in Sonic Adventure 1.

Do me a quick favor and if you can listen to Open Your Heart, specifically the Sonic Adventure 1 version (Click here). You may notice that there're two distinct sets of vocals; One clean and high pitched, and one distorted and low pitched. (And if you're wearing headphones the audio will even pan during the chorus.) For context, this is the song that plays while Sonic is fighting Chaos.

You can figure it out yourself from there, but if you want me to really dig into the topic, feel free to keep reading.

So like, I shouldn't have to say this, but the dark negative voice is Chaos' view and the light positive voice is Sonic's. But notably, they sing together during key points, specifically those related to the anger, sadness, and hopelessness that Chaos has been feeling for ages. Sonic has recognized that 1. imprisoning Chaos as suggested by Tikal wouldn't solve anything because, 2. Chaos is only acting this way due to being blinded by hatred for those he perceives as selfish monsters, and 3. he's still very much currently destroying the world and won't change his mind because he's lost hope that there's anything worth holding on to.

What does Sonic do then? Sonic may be an unstoppable force but Chaos is a seemingly immovable object. Well, he literally uses the positive energy from his friends and within himself to stop Chaos' rampage and prove that there are still good people in the world that want to maintain peace. After he loses the fight, Chaos is able to calm down and see that the cute defenseless chao he'd been protecting ages ago had survived, living among the very people he had assumed could only be power hungry monsters. He's able to let go of his hatred and live a peaceful life understanding that good people still exist and the world is still worth protecting.

And that's where the question is answered. How do you deal with people who are causing so much harm when you still think they deserve a second chance? You do everything you can to stop them, and if they're still around afterward, show them that they didn't need to fight in the first place. But that only works if they had a good reason behind why they were fighting, and would have chosen peace otherwise.

Sonic wanted to give Chaos a second chance because he knew that violence was not truly in his nature. Had he not been forced into those specific circumstances, Chaos would have chosen peace.

And that's what separates characters who have done a lot of harm but Sonic still gave a second chance to like Chaos and Merlina, from those who have done a lot of harm but Sonic wouldn't give a second chance to, like Eggman and Erazor Djinn. The former wanted peace but became convinced that it was impossible, and the latter only wanted power and were willing to hurt others to obtain it. The characters who Sonic won't give another chance to have proven that when dealt a better hand, they'll still chose to hurt others solely for their own gain, because that's what they want. To stop them peacefully, Sonic would have to convince them to give up their true dreams.

And that, is why Sonic's opinions get to always be treated as right in the games, because they are right. He has an absolutely kind heart, a nuanced understanding of morality, and the integrity to never give in to selfish desires.

None of this means Sonic is always right, though. Most people already know of his impulsiveness, which is his greatest weakest, but also one of his greatest strengths. Sonic never waits to act, which is great when innocent people are seconds from mortal danger... but not so great when a situation looks to be one way but is actually another. He teases Eggman for pleading for a second chance in Unleashed and he kicks the Cacophonous Conch from Eggman's hand in Lost World, and both of those were massive mistakes.

But, despite making those mistakes, his mindset wasn't the problem. How was he supposed to know Eggman was a shockingly good actor leading him into a trap? How was he supposed to know the people Eggman was controlling with the conch were equally as evil? (Yes Tails tried to warn him but literally if he didn't Sonic wouldn't have looked stupid and it just shows how poorly written Lost World was overall.) Had Eggman actually been pleading and the Zeti good people, Sonic's actions would've been justified.

Still, those were mistakes, and Sonic always wants to do what's right, so he does what he can to fix his own messes. He restores the planet Eggman broke apart. He stops the Zeti from sucking the life out of the planet. Sonic always makes things right in the end, and so he has the right to be so confidant in his beliefs. So confidant in fact that he doesn't care about looking like the bad guy if it means doing the right thing. Oh look, there's a song about that too. From Sonic's fight with Merlina in Sonic and the Black Knight. (Click Here.) Don't be fooled by the feminine vocals, if you paid attention to the themes of the game, the song is clearly from Sonic's perspective.

So yeah, Sonic is kind but he's also smart. He won't let anyone change his mind on anything, but he doesn't need to change his mind because he follows his kind heart and compassionate soul. He doesn't worry about looking like the bad guy because he and his friends know his true nature. When he gets angry he lets his rage fuel his desire to save the day. He'll never shed tears of despair because he knows that if he keeps fighting he'll make things right in the end. Sometimes his impulsiveness gets him into trouble, but it also helps get him back out. No matter what happens to him, he'll always make it out in the end either through sheer determination or the help of his friends.

Sonic is absolutely silly; He makes dumb jokes about his enemies and talks to himself when there's nobody around. Sonic is completely serious; He's willing to kill someone if it means saving the world and has felt multiple friends die before his eyes and in his arms.

Sonic is literally just some blue hedgehog who can run really fast.

Sonic is a god, and could kill god, and there is not a difference!

But most importantly, Sonic is all of those things at once. He is a wonderfully balanced character who's been right from the very beginning and has spent all his games sharing his wisdom with others simply by being himself. He isn't perfect, but that's not due to some personality flaw he needs to correct, but because nobody can always have all the answers and know how to avoid all potential mistakes.

The problem is, writing a character like this is hard. Writing conflicts for a character like this is hard. Most writers rely on making their protagonists work through relatable flaws to create an emotionally compelling story... but you don't need to do that. Sonic's conflicts are mostly external, but we care about him succeeding anyway because he's a good person who's just trying to live his life.

So really, if you wanna write Sonic well, you have to just let him speak for himself.

...By the way I mean that literally. Dude listen to his character theme it's all right there! (Click here.) Even when his theme was altered in Sonic Adventure 2 the only thing that changed was how confidently the same ideas were delivered. (Click here.) But seriously listen to literally any of the game themes, final boss themes, and ending themes. (I'm not linking all that.) No matter the quality of the games, if Sonic wanted to teach you something he was gonna teach it... through the power of having a music department detached from the nightmare that is game development time crunch.

And that's why Sonic Lost World is the worst Sonic game. Because it was so pointless that Sonic didn't have anything to sing about!

Wait... what was the point of this post again?