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✨ Yeosang’s Guide(s) To Monsterfucking

my entries for #weeklykinktober25 in one lovely thread

these fics are future fic situations to my work “in the mountains there are monsters” - so if you want more of these losers (/aff) do check it out 🖤
reminder that i draw sometimes and my comms are open over on the art account 💚
whether it’s your rpg ocs or your fav pretty boys/girls - i gotchu ✌️
thank you for the art share 💚
im a digital artist mostly drawing dnd ocs and fanart 🥰
a nice mix of both for today’s share i think hehe
(comms are open and print shop up soon as well :3)
im crying
losing it
maybe i post ch2 of monsters for the snsng feels
they’re so-
Reposted by kay
Illustrating incalescence by @idrilka.bsky.social, for @viewfest.bsky.social

"sh has always made the effort. be hungry, she used to tell herself before it became second nature, but don’t be greedy. it’s not that easy with hj."

archiveofourown.org/works/72765771
- fin -

(it didn’t leave my brain, i apologise for nothing ✌️)
“i had to - your shoulders look good in that one” sn shrugs and sits next to him again, shoulder to shoulder, thighs pressed impossibly close. warmth after a cold day.
wy hits post.
“one more.” sn’s voice ripped him out of his picture scroll trance and he cocks his head in confusion. sn’s smiling, setting down the water bottles on the side table, nodding his chin at wy’s phone.
a message with a picture pings.
“drink?” wy nods when sn asks, mourning his warmth when he gets up, watching him make his way across the room before he disappears. his eyes linger before he drops them to his phone again and the mirror selca he’d taken of the two of them (just for him).
“you’re wearing the necklace hwc and i got you,” sn comments when they’re cuddled up on the sofa after and wy hums, scrolling through the pictures sn took. he feels sn pull at the silver around his neck and looks up.
“suits you.”
“in front of the mirror, wy-ah” sn says next and wy can’t swallow down the “kinky” that leaves his mouth but it just earns him an eye roll and a slap to the back of his neck before sn is instructing him again:
“hands on your head- yeah, good.” click.
“adjust your- bite your lip- excellent.” click.
“up, up, c’mon and stand there,” sn instructs; wy moves. it’s not a hardship really, doing what he tells him to. he lets sn move his body how he wants him, hands on his shoulders, his hips, his face before he moves back and- click click
“please?” he whispers, lips pulling into a pout which just has sn laugh again. he shuffles, hands on wy’s shoulders and drops a kiss to the tip of his nose.
“fine.” the way he rolls his eyes is entirely too fond; wy grins, wide and happy.
wy wants to kiss him badly but he reaches up instead to brush a strand of sn’s hair from his forehead, lets his fingertips linger on his soft skin. the light catches on the silver of his rings, reflects in sn’s eyes like little specks of starlight. but maybe that’s just him.
“unfair.” sn whispers, fingers coming up to trace wy’s lips, leaving him breathless. “too pretty like this.”
“hi” wy doesn’t respond just pulls him in, pulls him closer, until he’s firmly seated on his lap.
“wanna take some more?”
“you’d like that, hey?” sn laughs, light catching on his skin, shadows carving out his dimples even deeper than usual; wy kind of wants to bite his cheeks.
“c’mere then” he responds before he can think better of it and of course he does. sn, who wouldn’t deny him anything if he asked, drops down on the arms of the sofa and leans down.
he looks - sn, broad and beautiful, flushed red cheeks from the cold air, and he hears the stutter of a camera before-
“look at me.” he rolls his eyes but angles his head up more so he can finally see him - the camera clicks again. “look so good on the chair like that.”
“wcc” the familiar voice shaping the first syllable of his name, sends a shiver down his spine. he turns, tilts his head up on the back of the beanbag, the brim of his cap obstructing his view somewhat but he knows who’s there, knows him like the back of his hand.
•snapshots•
a short wxxsxn thread based around those pics sn took of wy 📸

> sweet and domestic slice of life type sh-
(yes those pics)
> sfw | fluff
eating the walls
back to this unhinged thing, happy wip wednesday, someone get the mop
alsooo gonna do this tn bc i need sth silly to do
last chance to like or comment for a silly pfp drawing 💚
nabbed from @kittykyun.bsky.social - i’ve got solid travels days ahead of me, need something fun to do ✨
comment and i’ll draw yours 💚
woooow called out on main??? agaagfasjsf
i just found a cute puppy video w stickers on the cone 😭 he could’ve just hurt his paw idk 😭
k well i drew them so… enjoy some yuri for #wipwednesday here too heh 🐻🐥
im literally obsessed i love this sm
and im using witch hunt purposefully here bc the reason the original witch hunts were even fkn possible was shit like this
iykyk