how studio bones draws katsuki:

how 𝒽ℴ𝓇𝒾𝓀ℴ𝓈𝒽𝒾 (<3) draws katsuki:

POV: You can't tell my type and it's definitely not tall dark and handsome men who are filthy rich with the sluttiest waists known to mankind ever

keiji akaashi who always volunteers to carry your bags. there isn't even time to protest.

as you walk back from class and he somehow slides in to walk beside you, mumbling a quiet greeting. his hand brushes across your shoulder- and suddenly the weight of the tote bag slung on your shoulder is gone.

he grins at you softly as you glance at him bewildered, he doesn't mention it and if anything refuses to. he grabs your hand gently intertwining your fingers, while asking about your lecture went

cw — minors dni, gamer!wonwoo, fingering

Within seconds, the soft patter of your boyfriend’s footsteps down the hall comes to a stop outside your bedroom door. He opens it slowly with a soft smile on his face, slinking over to your shared bed where you lounge with an anime playing on your laptop.

A shiver of thrill runs down your back as the gleam in his dark eyes drinks you in, his pearly teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

While this pre-stream ‘ritual’ of his is technically for his own benefit that is him warming up his fingers to game, you also get an orgasm, sometimes two, out of it, so it’s a win-win for both of you. He’s conditioned you to look forward to stream days, though that’s not to say he doesn’t touch you—he does, as soon as you bat your lashes and ask him so sweetly. Still, he insists that it’s a way of getting you “involved in his career” or whatever. (He’s just trying to be a good, inclusive boyfriend. You can’t complain.)

A giggle comes bubbling out of you as he kneels on the edge of the bed and pulls you into him, holds you gently by the back of your head so he can guide your lips to his and kiss you sweetly, yet with enough fervour for a dull heat to begin pulsing between your legs.

When his tongue finds its way into your mouth, your brain switches off in an instant, your mind attuned to nothing but the way Wonwoo’s hands are so warm on your waist and how your mouth melts into his like you were put on this earth to kiss him.

favourite

pairing: boss!wonwoo x model!mingyu x f.reader

genre: smut, slowburn, poly!relationship

summary: after being happily single for years, when you develop a crush, you don't know what to do. you think your closest friend (with benefits) can take your mind off things. but when you ask for his help, you certainly didn't imagine this kind of help from him.

word count: 15k words

rating: NSFW 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE!!!

warnings: mentions of workplace sexism, minor sugar daddy x sugar baby dynamics, fwb dynamics, wonwoo and mingyu are both depicted as bisexual in this story and this does not imply anything from real life, asymmetric power dynamics (boss and employee), open relationship (not really but-), slight possessiveness, minor age gap (wonwoo is four years older than reader and mingyu).

smut warnings: sub!mingyu, dom!wonwoo, switch!reader, threesome, sir kink, usage of petnames (baby, pretty baby, darling, love, baby boy, doll), praise kink, degradation kink, minor (?) objectification, heavy descriptive mlm action, anal sex, usage of butt plug and cock ring, use of lube, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (pls do not do this irl), oral sex (m. receiving, f. receiving), nipple play (with both male and female), usage of traffic light system during sex, spanking, usage of degrading petnames (cockslut, whore, plaything), spitroasting, squirting, multiple sex scenes, PLEASE LMK IF I MISS OUT ON SOMETHING.

a/n: does anyone know how to get out of corporate!wonwoo brainrot? if yes, pls pls pls lmk i need it ^^ comments, reblogs, and feedback are so so much appreciated!! would love to hear your thoughts on this dynamic so beloved to me- i have some headcanons in mind too, could share if anyone wants!

(i)

You slowly sip the whisky on your glass, on the rocks, the liquid burning through your chest. You embrace the burn, as your mind wanders away from the beautiful night skyline in front of you. It’s been a couple of hours since you’ve returned home, the night edging towards midnight, but you can’t get it out of your mind. 

You can’t get him out of your mind. 

His voice, his scent, even hearing his footsteps give you sheer goosebumps. 

God, you thought you were better than this. After spending so many years in the ruthless corporate world, you pride yourself on becoming a woman made of steel. Nothing affected you anymore. Disobedient juniors? Your reputation of being the most unforgiving boss in the entire building has permeated to everyone in the industry. Sexism? There’s a rumour that you once stabbed your stiletto into the hand of a man trying to grab your ass, and since then, no one’s dared to look down at you for being a woman. Disrespectful bosses? They knew better than to get their top employee against them, especially when you had a record of toppling over bosses and taking their position sheerly through merit. 

It hadn’t been easy. Fighting into the corporate world as a woman with no contacts and no fancy universities on your CV had been tough, but it had made you strong enough to not let anything faze you anymore. It certainly helped that you were not interested in anything except your career, so you had every reason to keep fighting on without giving up. It also helped that you were married to your work- the way you regularly return home late, even in your tenth year at the company, was testimony to that fact. 

And yet, he had managed to faze you. Your face grows red with shame just thinking about how your heart and body reacted when you see him, and you take another hurried gulp from your glass, eager to divert your mind away. 

The door unlocks itself. 

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flashing lights | lights out series

✮pairings: joshua hong x female reader x yoon jeonghan ✮ genre: angst, fluff, smut [18+] ✮aus: rockstar joshua, theatre director jeonghan, boyfriend joshua, best friend jeonghan, pre-polyamory, friends to fucking ✮word count: 23.8k

› 🎧: xo – i.m | i want you around – yugyeom ft. de vita | skins – dpr ian | warm – junggigo | honey! – tabber ft. dean | black swan – bts | being – tabber ft. yerin

→ season one – chapter i – playlist ♡

› smut warnings below the cut

Oh...

"I watch demon slayer for the plot"

The plot :

the idea of standing in between a man’s legs who’s just been in a fight and is all bruised and battered while tending to his wounds …. all while his hand (a hand that is usually rough and malicious) is gently placed on the back of your thigh, just below your ass …. he’s looking at you as if you’ve hung the moon in the sky ……….. it gets me going

joshua is for the girlies who are always yelled at, who are never seen enough, who have always been the listener but no one has ever been a listener towards them, who force themselves to stay bubbly in public just to avoid questions, who were never in any favoritism of anyone, who loves the beach but never been to any, who was the kid with crayons and hairclips collection to stay happy, who were always abandoned by friends in the halfway, who never got any apologies, who hates their scars to death, who are tired of keeping everything together.

"cheol," soonyoung slams his hands down on the table in front of him. the man looks up, and soonyoung's grinning like he's planning something. "wanna make a bet?"

he sighs, leaning back in his chair. he knows where this is going. every single time soonyoung tries to make a bet, it usually ends with soonyoung losing and seungcheol getting money, a meal, whatever thing it was that soonyoung was trying to get out of him. "what is it this time?"

"you'll pay for dinner if you lose at arm wrestling." he rocks on his heels. "okay?"

young & stupid

yoon jeonghan x reader (gender neutral)

genre: university + fake dating au word count: 14k warnings: alcohol, profanity, some explicit content, mentions of sex, and a very american writer who says soccer instead of football a/n: posted an unfinished version of this like 4 years ago and randomly decided one day a couple weeks ago to finish it. this is the most indulgent fic i have ever written. pls enjoy my birthday gift to myself lolol

Music bursts from every corner of the run-down frat house, chasing after you no matter where you run to escape it. Bodies endlessly spill in from the patio and front entrance, a never ending revolving door of college kids just like yourself looking for some kind of release after a long week of… well, college. But unlike most times you’ve paid a visit to Soonyoung’s frat house on a Friday night, tonight you’ve already decided that you are not going to be having fun at this party.

7 Days (kmg)

Can feelings change in only seven days?

During a seven-day vacation with your friends, you try to get over your feelings for one of them.

Feeling alone, surrounded by people who seem closer to each other than you, you find comfort in the one person that you didn’t know before.

healing comes in small doses: more than enough

pairing: husband! kim mingyu x wife! reader

healing comes in small doses masterlist

synopsis: just because you’re healing doesn’t mean things don’t hurt. And just because you work well together does not mean it works out all the time.

w.c: 8k

genre: domestic fluff, angst, comfort

tags: npr, non idol!au, established relationship, gendered terms, terms of endearment (baby, babe, honey), reader is shorter than mingyu, soft mingyu, fluff, family dynamics, social norms

warnings: arguments, a suggestive joke, mentions on being a trad wife

a/n: based on this req. thank you @gyuwoosbabie for requesting! I hope you like it, darling! <3 this worked well with a blurb i've left in my drafts. This is a lot more heavy on real life family talks. will explain in a reblog what are my thoughts on it.

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The car ride from Mingyu’s company celebratory gala was silent.

Tension palpable between you two.

You had asked your brother to come over to look after Seo Ah instead of contacting any one of your husband’s twelve friends considering 20% of them would attend the company dinner. Though there were other options available, your brother rarely showed up to anything that involved family hence you think it’s best to still tether him to the family this way. You wouldn’t manipulate him to stay, but you would still find ways to show him you thought of him. Besides, he loved his little niece and missed her, constantly reacting or commenting on your Instagram stories of her.

healing comes in small doses: silly girl

pairing: husband! kim mingyu x wife! reader

healing comes in small doses masterlist

synopsis: in which, you explore what it is to be a good mother

w.c: 7,4k

tags: npr, non idol!au, established relationship, gendered terms, terms of endearment (baby, babe, honey, my love), soft mingyu, fluff, family dynamics, social norms

warnings: talks of social norms (?), talks of mothering

a/n: this my friends, is an amalgamation of all the scenes i thought of that don't necessarily relate

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Mingyu had been doing an hour overtime beginning today which meant that you took the car and you get to pick up Seo Ah. Since the beginning of the year, it had been his task to both drop and pick her up since his workplace was just two blocks away from the daycare.

Your husband had been extremely apologetic for handing you the job, promising to get back to normal routine after the company’s new project had launched. You had to kiss his bumbling mouth, finding his lisp becoming more adorably prominent the faster he speaks. You assured him that it was okay, that anything you do for your family is not a burden and that you were Seo Ah’s parent too—it took team effort.