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mysteriousdoll · 1 year

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I’ve been working on redesigns for a while now, and here’s the first batch! Rather than doing them in a specific order, I had people on insta drop characters into an ask box and went down the line! This wound up being a really, really fun practice! Going with a chibi-ish style helped a lot in trying to just get the base idea down and worry about tiny details later on. Explanations/notes under the cut!

Edit: Changed Kork’s uniform to a deep navy blue as opposed to the original green after being informed of the ill origins of that green. Also changed Kyoko’s hair slightly

Reblogs are appreciated!! They help a lot!!

Notes on photos in text form...

Korekiyo - Cut hair shorter, emblem replaces armband, shirt no longer hanging out; tucked in.

Chihiro - Hair pin from Junko, Ibuki dyed her tipes, new ribbon from Taka

Mikan - Kokichi cut her hair (for her, dw), leggings for coverage, longer sleeves, non-slip shoes. (for reference, i asked my mom just to make sure... and mikan's outfit does not at all suit a nurse, so i gave her more coverage while still keeping the fit there in a certain fashion)

Ibuki - Pigtails!!, they actually wear (part of) the school uniform, dyed their romper, white and black hair like hers would not go well as the black would quickly bleed into such small streaks of white. So i had their bangs and two sections in the front white with pink and blue streaks, while the rest of her hair is black with pink and blue streaks. Her horns are completely fake and are just attached to a headband.

Mondo - Emblem on the right jacket breast, overall just simplified certain things and gave him longer hair.

Kyoko - Butchered CUT her hair, pants for their own comfort, bracelet is smaller in actuality, it was a gift from Taka shortly after she was taken in by the Ishimarus (it's a whole thing), they got sneakers because their boots wound up not working as something to wear for long periods of time.

Hajime - Scar from surgery is there, just not shown due to simplified style (and not at all because i forgot), pride flag button, Usami keychain from Chiaki.

Chiaki - She's chubbier now :), gave her HP's uniform top and ribbon, hair color brightened to be a bit more pink, shorts under her skirt, tries to eat things she shouldn't.

Hina - Heterochromia (she's afraid of straight people), barrette is now heart shaped, swim club leader, she's got a bra because... her back would hurt hello?, i'm sorry- her shoes were tacky imo so I changed them

Sonia - Glittery bow, emblem on left arm--student council, 'dress' based on beta design, boots act as Kaz defense

Nekomaru - Uniform sleeves always rip, baggier pants because... reasons.

Makoto - His hair almost makes sense!, bro is falling constantly, ONE jacket, no doubling up... bland, but not too bland

Taka - Public Morals Committee chairperson, student council president, debate club leader, taller collar, more gold accents, NO arm band--it's replaced with the eye shown next to him, got matching boots from Junko after their original boots were ruined by bullies

Celeste - Her and Taka do one another's eyebrows, hair is curly--drills still fake, beta fit is superior, bunny from Hifumi (they're actually close, an attempt to give her more humanization was made), monster high esc shoes (she wears her canon shoes to most events, but the monster high esc shoes mix tennis shoes and heels for ease of movement and comfort)

Gundham - Oldest Ishimaru sibling, leader of the animal raising committee, partially blind, less layers

Mahiru - Still has her camera, it was just excluded here to focus on her design, romper with flowy shorts, matching bracelets with Hiyoko

Regarding the Hopes Peak emblem; I thought it may be interesting to change up the way uniforms are implemented into it... In that, there are basic uniform options, but students are relatively allowed to wear what they wish provided it followed guidelines (example being Miu's uh.. garters?? I think that's what they are? they wouldn't be allowed), and had the Hopes Peak insignia somewhere on the outfit. Following that, while the insignia can be somewhat customized in that students could change the white to be a different color, but students who lead clubs, committees, student council, etc., have the black part replaced.

(Note: assuming Nidai doesn't directly manage any teams at HP, he does not have an insignia implying such; subject to change.)

An interesting little fun fact here... well, to me... some of these actually called back to the beta designs! Mainly, with Sonia and Celeste! Admittedly a few characters got little to no changes, mostly because I just found that their designs already fit pretty well. Others, such as Taka, Makoto, or Mahiru, took the basic idea of their outfits and spruced them up. I'm not entirely sure when I originally implemented the Amy Rose rings on Taka's sleeves, but I felt it added a bit more of a dynamic pallet to his design. Or like, Makoto, a mix of simplification and sprucing up... I've never enjoyed the excessive layers he's got (lookin at you, gundham), wearing his school jacket over his hoodie always seemed... strange to me. So I figured with the change to HP dress code (considering these students don't even wear the uniform in school modes or anything), it allowed for him to just wear the hoodie with a HP insignia embroidered onto it. He's also got bandages given his canonically clumsy nature. Mahiru is someone else whose design I like but I wanted to change up somewhat, so I changed her dress to a romper with a flared bottom and a flannel pattern.

If you've got any questions regarding changes, feel free to ask!

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yo1gi · 1 year

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summary: you caught isagi doodling in the middle of class

heads up: a very light hearted piece, reader is smitten for isagi (as you should)

notes: my first time writing something like this, hope you enjoy!

doodles

it was the last class of the day and you couldn’t wait to finally go home and just plummet straight onto the love of your life - your bed.

you stare right into the clock, hoping that time would go on just a tad bit faster but today just wasn’t your day.

the only thing that kept you awake and not drooling on your table was the boy beside you. although he seemed busy, it was obvious that he wasn’t listening to your maths teacher blabbering about trigonometry formulas.

his eyes were focused on the book in front of him while his hands were scribbling non-stop and the small pout on his face made him even cuter than he already was. it made you curious.

“psst, isagi!" you tried your best to stay unnoticed by your teacher as isagi whipped his head towards you, staring at you with those ridiculously adorable blue eyes.

“hm?” his head tilted slightly as he waited for you to reply; he reminded you of a puppy.

“what ya doing?” you whispered while you tried to get closer to him as an attempt to see what he was doing. his hands got tangled with each other, trying to cover up what he did on his notebook.

“nothing.”

you cheekily grinned at him when you noticed how red his ears were. you believed in what people say easily but isagi was making it hard for you to. he was a bad liar - a terrible one, you could say.

“you’re lying, i can literally see how red your ears are!”

you chuckled at his actions and it only seemed to make the poor boy even more nervous. you could see in his eyes that he was really really embarrassed which fired up your stubborn spirit to tease your desk mate even more.

“it’s just getting hot in class, the weather has been going crazy lately,” his eyes landed everywhere, except you. you were rather surprised he managed to mutter out an excuse, a rather lame one, however.

“i’ve been sweating a lot more during practices as well but it’s a good workout!” the navy haired boy chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

you weren’t that oblivious to the innocent lie isagi had just spurred out; you have been sitting with him for quite a while now, after all. plus, you were obviously extra observant when it comes to the boy you had a slight crush (big fat crush) on. he would tend to go off topic and would just spit whatever that pops up in his mind whenever he gets extremely shy - that’s basically isagi right now.

you were a stubborn person by nature, so naturally, you’re already set on finding out what he’s hiding by the end of class.

with the gears in your mind cranking up a masterplan, it was already the end of class. commence masterplan

“isagi, could you help me with some questions?” you clapped your hands together to somehow convince the boy.

“oh sure, i’ll try my best!” he cheerfully replied with that small cute grin he always has, plastered on his face. you almost got distracted by his handsome face (snap out of it!)

as he was about to shift his chair closer to your side, you immediately took your chance and snatched his book away from him. a flabbergasted expression appeared on his face while you vigorously flipped through pages. endless pages of maths formulas until something caught your eye.

it was a doodle of a chibi that looked like you?

you glanced towards the boy that got caught red-handed. he was covering his face while he melted against his table. (how cute!)

“you weren’t suppose to see that..” he muttered, still covering his blushing face.

you burst out into small fits of giggles as you stared at the sheepish boy.

“i like it, it’s a cute drawing!” you exclaimed joyfully as an attempt to make him feel better.

finally, he peeked through the crevices of his hands and his doe eyes met yours - somehow, you could see determination in them.

“thanks, i was really trying my best to draw it nicely.” he replied, almost too seriously.

“i can see that.” which reminded him clearly of the interaction you had earlier.

“could you draw another one for me?” you asked excitedly.

he looked at you with sorry eyes, “i can’t right now, practice starts soon.”

even though you were slightly disappointed, you were giddy that he was at least thinking about you during classes. so, it’s still a win!

both of you packed your bags and bid your goodbyes before going separate ways.

never in your life would you expect a whole stack of sticky notes filled with cute doodles on your table the next morning.

#blue lock #bllk #isagi yoichi #isagi fluff #isagi x reader #isagi yoichi x you #isagi yoichi x reader #bllk imagines #bllk scenarios #isagi headcanons #blue lock fluff #blue lock fic

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mimipuph · 2 months

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I'm still practicing how to draw non-chibi..DAMNNSNSNWNEJRJEKDJDJS🥶

#art #painting #eyes #fanart #black and white #wth is this #bungou stray dogs #digital art #bsd #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs dazai #wtf #damn

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nakurumok · 2 years

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Stony are too cute. I can’t.

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mallowbees · 1 year

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(ID will be at the bottom)

Hi. This feels like the achievement get how did we get here. Yesterday I was like yeah sure you know what I'll make up a beast real quick for an excuse for why I draw Subz horns like that, something that wouldn't be relevant really. but then. Well:

End Drifters are an Enderman adjacent mob that live in end cities. They are omnivores that have sharp claws often used to harvest chorus fruit and break open shulker shells for food.

Drifters, compared to Enderman, have tougher outer skin and spines to deter Endermites. Drifters cannot teleport but instead developed wings to navigate end islands. Adult Drifters grow hard light purple plates that can deflect Shulker bullets, but in adolescence younger Drifters take advantage of Shulker's levitation to practice flight while their wings develop.

They usually have purple or green eyes and light purple markings that can vary in exact shape, but always originate largely on their right side. Their wings are similar to elytras but not the same, elytra are an artificial recreation of Drifter wings, this is not common knowledge among players as worlds with actively spawning End Drifters are very rare.

[ID: Several colored marker drawings of ItzSubz in relation to a mob called an End Drifter. Subz is a pale skinned guy with long brown hair, one purple and one green eye, and three sets of horns, two sets being black and a smaller front one being purple.The left side of his skin is black and purple. He is wearing a black and purple trimmed coat with a large collar. He has like purple shoulder armor. The End Drifter is a tall lengthy creature with the same set of three horns, black skin with purple markings across the body coming from the left, light purple armor on the shoulders and knees with patches around it, light grey wings, purple eyes, two sets of arms with dark claws and legs with spikes down the back like a grasshopper and forked feet. There are multiple areas with text in boxes of light blue. The drawing in the top right corner is a bust up of Subz looking more similar to the Drifter. Text reads “wogh”. A drawing below is another bust up drawing Subz normally smiling looking to the left. Text reads “Normal(er) guy mode” and “[usually like this]”. The next two drawings are full bodies of Subz and a Drifter next to eachother. Text reads “(human leaning) >End Drifter Player” and “>End Drifter Mob”. Some qualities are listed bullet pointed to the right of them reading: “shulker bullets bounce off their “armored” areas.” “can also eat the non-shell part of shulkers” “Their wings and elytra are simular, but not exactly the same” “fugkin beast” “eyes come in green OR purple”. The last drawing is a simple chibi of Subz with his mouth wide open like an enderman. The inside is light purple. Text reads: “full of glow” End ID]

#mcyt #lifesteal smp #itzsubz #k draws art #end drifters #if you want to talk about these beasts hit me up i love them

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alstroemeriadissonance · 2 years

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Fantasies ~ Over the Phone (NSFW)

Part of the Fantasies series. Other works:

Fantasies (Pt 1) | Fantasies ~ ver. Vyn | In the office | In the headquarters

Written because the 2nd Anniversary Chibi Vyn is ridiculously suggestive, enough to give me brainrot

NSFW, implied somno (recollection of somno), consensual non-con

I realized after the fact that Rosa's name isn't mentioned anywhere here so...have a female reader fic, I guess?

You stir in the darkness of your bedroom. The space beside you is empty, cold. Your lover, Vyn Richter, is still somewhere out in the city—currently among the denizens of the mysterious, shady Stellis nightscape that you are not too familiar with.

A lonely sigh, and you shift on your bed. Fingers clutch at the emptiness next to you, but there is nothing to grab onto but cold sheets.

You are about to lose yourself into another fitful bout of slumber, when your phone rings. The brightness of the screen pierces the gloom, and your lips curve into a smile when you see who the caller is.

“Vyn,” you breathe out loud. “I miss you. How’s band practice?”

“Doing well,” comes his offhanded answer. “But you, my dear, seem happy.” A deep, dark chuckle flows from the earpiece of your phone, sending that familiar all-too pleasant shiver down your nape, running down your spine. “Are you happy to hear from me?”

His voice sounds breathy and low, and it makes you wish he were there right next to you, so you could demonstrate to him just exactly how happy you are.

“Mm. Yeah,” you say, and even you are surprised at how husky your own voice is. Maybe you are subconsciously trying to match his tone.

Or maybe you just miss him all too much.

“Wish you’re here with me, but I don’t want to disturb you or get in the way of your work.” You flash a wistful smile in the dark. “I’ve seen you agonize over those sheets…have you come up with something that works with Louis’s new song?”

Vyn does not immediately answer you, but you know the call is still connected; occasional guitar riffs, bursts of banter, and the scraping of objects across the floor can be heard at odd intervals in the background.

“Yes, darling,” Vyn finally answers. “We just finished the piece an hour ago, and have practiced playing the entire song for quite a few times. It is very…hmm.” He falls into silence once again, as if mulling over which words to describe the song. “It inspires…a certain mood.”

“Oh? That just makes me curious.”

“Yes. I imagine it would.”

Another long pause.

You hear echoes of footsteps. Are they his? Is he walking while talking with you over the phone? He probably excused himself from the rest of the band to make this call, which makes sense.

You catch a click sound—much like a door being locked—and most of the background noise and chatter suddenly disappears.

“There,” you hear him murmur. “In any case, yes. The song we came up with inspires a certain mood, a certain feeling. It makes me wish you were here,” he says, a bit wistful, and his voice cracks a little.

You have always known that Vyn is a bit on the needy side, and it makes your heart swell with pride knowing that it is you who stirs such strong feelings inside him. “You can always come here if you want,” you remind him.

“And I will, pet. I will,” he says. Of course. That's what he will do, undoubtedly, especially since it's already the weekend. “Were you sleeping? Are you in bed?”

“It’s three o’clock, Vyn, of course I am in bed.” you let out a small laugh. “I’d mistake you for an incubus who haunts innocent women’s phones if I didn’t know you better.”

“An incubus?” You can practically hear his smile carry through the phone line. “How fitting.”

Another pause. A faint sound of clinking metal, followed by a brief rustling of fabric could be heard in the background.

Before you could think about it Vyn’s melodious voice once again flows into your ear: “What are you wearing right now?”

Your reply comes automatically: “The usual oversized shirt.” The wholly interesting implications of why your lover even asks about your bed attire does not even occur to you. “You know. That pink one.”

Another breathy chuckle. “I like it, actually. It looks nice on you.”

Once again, he falls into silence.

“I have a confession to make. Would you care to listen?”

“Hm?” This makes you pause, and you sit up straight on the bed. “What about?”

“It has something to do with that pink sleep shirt of yours,” he says, his voice dropping a couple of octaves, whispery now. “Whenever I sleep over, and you’re wearing it, I…”

Sounds of heavy breathing. “I could not... Ahh... I cannot control myself around you."

Now you realize what he’s up to. You can’t help but grin in anticipation. “Vyn? Is this…are you…?”

You cannot even find it in yourself to put your suspicions in words, for fear of breaking the sweet spell of the moment.

“It all started a month ago. My hand accidentally brushed your thigh when you were sleeping, and I…” a long, slow exhale. “...could not help but feel you up underneath your shirt while you were sleeping.” His breathing shudders, and this time even you are now feeling the heat wash over your body. “Mm.”

Unconsciously your hand strays to your thigh, fingers slipping underneath the hem of your shirt. Your mind cannot help but wonder how nice it must felt when his artful fingers strayed into your night clothes.

“Are you offended, my darling?” he asks; yet his soft, smoky voice gives away that he is not asking for forgiveness.

“...No. Of course not,” you reply, running your tongue over your suddenly dry lips. “...what else did you do?”

“I want to tell you, but I am talking with a lawyer.” Vyn still finds it in himself to crack a coy joke.

“Stop teasing me,” comes your mock threat. “Else I get you charged for being such a tease.”

“Heh.”

The both of you share an easy laughter that quickly dissipates into the heavy atmosphere of the moment.

“I love how easy it is to slip my hands underneath that shirt,” he whispers, and his low, quiet voice transforms into something erotic. “How it gives me easy access to your breasts.” You imagine him smacking his lips softly at the memory. “Do you know how good you felt as I played with you, how sweet your little moans sounded as I fondled you in your sleep?”

“...no…” you gulp nervously now, and your cunt throbs at the thought of Vyn groping you while you are unconscious.

“Do you want to know what it felt like?” comes his suggestive question.

It’s undeniable now—Vyn is feeling frisky tonight, and this is probably what he meant when he said that their new song inspired a certain mood.

You decide to indulge him.

No, you want to indulge in him. You want to hear his dulcet, gentle voice whisper dirty, filthy secrets into your ear and fuel your equally dirty and filthy fantasies.

“Yes,” you breathe out loud. “Tell me what to do.”

“Are you lying down?” he asks, and once again you hear the rustling of fabric, and a soft thud of something hitting the floor. “Make yourself comfortable.”

You slide down once again into a lying position on your bed, your back comfortably propped up against your pile of pillows. “I’m lying down now, Vyn…”

“Good,” he purrs. “Lift your shirt up all the way above your breasts,” comes his command. It does not sound imperious, but more akin to an undertow pulling you into an irresistible abyss—something that does not leave any space for doubt nor second guesses.

Vyn of the soothing, honeyed voice tells you to do something, and the only option is to do his bidding.

You briefly let go of your phone to pull at the hem of your nightshirt, gathering the thin fabric above your breasts, exactly as he ordered. Your bare breasts are now exposed to the cool nighttime temperature of your room; your cotton panties—crotch damp with anticipation—the only thing that remains of your rapidly waning modesty.

“Did you really do this when I was asleep?” you ask as soon as you once again grip your phone. “How come I didn’t wake up?”

“I have my ways, little pet,” is his cryptic answer. “I want you to play with your nipples for me. Put your phone on speaker if you need to.”

“Oh god,” you mutter as you hit the Speaker button on the bottom left of the screen of your phone, before unceremoniously tossing the phone beside you. Your breath hitches as your own hands slide up and find their way to your nipples, now stiff in the slight chill of your room.

Fingers strum and tweak the peaks of your breasts, sending jolts of pleasure directly to your loins; you can’t help but arch your back a little in sheer delight.

I can’t believe I missed out on something this good, comes your thought as you play with yourself; you are so into it that you do not notice your voice carrying on loudly enough for Vyn to hear you through the phone.

A dark chuckle emanates from the speaker of your phone. “You moaned like that back then, even while asleep,” he says, and you know he is leering at you—or at the image of you—with the way he talks. “I want you to lick the fingertips of one of your hands,” comes his next command. “And use your wet fingers to continue playing with your breast.”

You instantly find out why: he is having you simulate his tonguing of your sensitive bud. “Damn it, Vyn,” you moan out loud as you imagine his sinfully pretty lips wrapped around your hardened nipple, sucking on your tit while his slender, sexy fingers toy with the other. “I wish you were here.”

“I will eat you all up,” comes his lustful promise. “I want to suck on your breasts, as I finger you,” he hisses. You can easily see him lick his lips as he says those words. “Are you wet for me?”

“Oh Vyn,” you laugh helplessly as your hand—the one with the still dry fingers—automatically slides downwards, slipping underneath the garter of your panties. “I've been wet ever since we started.”

“Good girl,” he purrs once more. “Touch yourself. Think of me when you do...”

His voice just makes you want to jump him, but in his absence all you can do is to rub your clit. Fingers find your clitoris, stiff and starved for touch. The pads of your fingertips give yourself relief, rubbing and massaging that little pleasure switch, and you can’t help but sigh out loud.

“Imagine my fingers…molesting you.”

“Why do you have to do this now,” you moan, his palpable physical absence now getting to you. “I want you here—”

“Patience, my little darling,” he says, and you know that he is taking immense pleasure in your sweet torture. “Do you want to hear about a little impossible fantasy of mine?”

“Let’s hear it,” you huff as you continue rubbing on your clit; your cunt now positively swollen with desire as you stoke the fires of lust that could only be put out by your lover’s cock, pounding relentlessly inside you…

“In the headquarters,” Vyn’s voice quivers; you know that he is now jerking off along with you. “I imagine us seated close together by the conference table…” As he pauses, the sound of certain rhythmic movement fills the gap until he speaks again. “My hand is creeping up your thigh, until my fingers touch your wet flesh between your legs.” He sighs. “I imagine you indulging my request to go to that meeting without wearing any underwear—”

“Fuck, that’s hot,” you mutter. The embers between your legs have caught fire and are now starting to burn close into an exploding flame…

“Will you be offended if I admit to imagining fucking you with my fingers, as your senior partner presents his case updates?”

Holy shit. “Not at all,” you admit, and the thought turns you on so much that you pull down your panties, kicking them off to the side. “God, think we can pull it off?”

Spreading your thighs wide, you slip in two of your fingers inside your pussy, pretending they’re his. They aren’t as good, nor as artful as his long, slender digits, but they will have to do for now.

A breathy laugh emanates from your phone’s speakers, his voice petering out into quiet groans. “I do not know.” He starts panting heavily. “Do you want to risk it, pet?” A small thud, and he mutters under his breath, “Fuck. I want you now…”

“Yeah,” you tell him, too horny at the moment for the more sensible parts of your brain to kick in. “Think you can—hahh, shit—fingerfuck me during a meeting, Vyn?” Unmistakable schlicking sounds start to fill the sacred quiet of your dark bedroom. “Without them knowing?”

Your shameless dare gets you a strangled-sounding chuckle from him. “Either we get out of it unscathed and gain a very rewarding experience, or,” a staccato gasp interrupts his words. “Your Luke decks me in the face and makes sure I can never make use of my hands again.”

“Fuck him,” you mutter darkly.

“I would rather fuck you. Until you scream my name,” comes his repartee. “Like you usually do.”

Shuffling sounds can be heard in the background, as if he is moving things around, or making room for himself. This piques your curiosity, despite being desperate to reach your climax. “Where are you?” you finally blurt out, your fingers not letting up in fucking yourself nor rubbing your clit.

“Heh. I was hoping you would not ask. I am hiding somewhere rather…undignified.” He pauses again, as if debating with himself whether or not to let you know where he is. But he satisfies your curiosity anyway: “I am in the bar’s janitorial closet.”

“What the hell, Vyn?” You let out a throaty laugh. You are all too familiar with your elegant, cool, reserved lover’s well-hidden perversions; but knowing that he has hit record high levels of utter randiness to the point of stuffing himself in the janitorial closet to jack off while engaging in phone sex—

“Get off my case. I am horny, and I want you now,” he growls, his voice finally losing its playful texture. “Grab the toy I bought you.”

Under normal circumstances you would retort, but his rough demand bears the promise of something immensely delicious. “One sec,” you grunt as you reach down under your bed, your hand feeling for that small box that contained the various sex toys he procured for you. Your fingers brush against the box, pulling it out from underneath your creaking mattress.

Vyn has not specified exactly which toy he wants you to take. Yet you have a very good idea which one he means: your fingers search for and grab the thick dildo. “I have it,” you tell him, with your voice breathy and low with anticipation for the imminent rapture you will be experiencing any time now. “You meant the dildo, right?”

“Good girl. Yesss. That one.” You can envision him nearing, only stopping himself from coming and spraying a hapless bunch of cleaning supplies with his semen until he has you do his bidding. “I am glad you know what I want.”

“But of course,” you murmur as you lick your lips. “We’ve been fucking so much that I know you can’t want to stick your cock in me right now.”

A throaty laugh. “Such a potty mouth,” Vyn drawls from the other end of the line. “I have a good idea on how to use that.”

His bold words spur you into challenging him. “Yeah? Tell me how you want me.”

“Mmm. Lie down on your back. Spread your legs for me, pet,” he husks. “Spread them wide.”

“Done and done.” Your thighs glide open over the cool sheets. “Should I fuck myself with the dildo now…?”

In your hands is the sizeable clear rubber dildo he himself chose for you, its girth and length a close approximate to his own dick. You can’t wait to stick it inside your twitching cunt; the teasing has gone on too long now, and your fingers do not quite make the cut. “Please, Vyn,” you mewl as you rub the dildo’s cockhead along your wet slit. “I need you to fuck me.”

Instead of the affirmative you expect, Vyn instead lets out a quiet, menacing laugh. “No,” he simply says. “I want you to suck it. Imagine it is my cock you are sucking off. Can you do this for me, little pet?”

You let out a whimper. “But—”

“I did say I will use that potty mouth of yours,” he hisses. “Do it. Continue fucking yourself with your fingers as you suck on the toy.”

There is nothing else to do but do his bidding, and soon enough your lips wrap around the rubber dildo—it tastes clean, at least, you are nothing but fastidious when it comes to sexual hygiene, after all—and even if you know Vyn wouldn’t be able to see how you’re performing fellatio on the toy you do your best anyway.

Soon enough your lonely room is treated with faint sounds of sucking, sounds that must have made it all the way to Vyn’s phone, as you soon hear his breathing become heavier, more lusty, interspersed with him muttering your name alongside a few crude swear words.

Saliva dribbles down the corners of your mouth, but somehow you can’t stop yourself from fellating the dildo; your tongue swirls around its rigid shaft inside your mouth, as your hand holds the fake cock to your face.

In your mind’s eye Vyn is kneeling on the bed next to you, his dick stiff and proud, twitching against your lips, and Vyn…Vyn only smiles at you, taking pleasure from seeing you writhe over the sheets in front of him, begging for him to finally fuck your drenched pussy…

“Hahh—I am near,” you eventually hear him say. “Go on all fours, pet,” he whispers urgently. “Can you do this for me?”

Groaning with impatience, you scramble over the bed to assume his desired position for you: knees on the bed; one hand clinging to your headboard and the other holding the dildo. “Vyn, please, I want this—you—inside,” you beg, ever so sweetly. “Please, fuck—”

“Do it,” he whispers, almost inaudible. “Imagine me grabbing you by your waist, burying my cock deep into you…”

“Shit.” Your knees slide further apart; your hand with the dildo slides underneath your body to finally stick it inside your wet cunt. Finally.

It’s not his, but the way it fills you up is gratifying all the same, even if your wrist is not strong enough to simulate how roughly he enters you when he deems you’re wet enough to withstand rough sex.

“I am fucking you hard, little pet,” he whispers, the rhythmic sound of his jacking off a bit more louder now, and picking up speed. “So hard that I am slamming you against your headboard, again and again—” A groan. You know that he is nearing. “You like that, yes?”

“Yes!” you cry out, trying your hardest to match the pace of his hand beating his cock. “Gods, Vyn, I want you,” you moan. You feel your loins growing hotter and hotter, your own climax also imminent. “I wish you’re here…”

“I will be—hah, fuck—there, after practice—”

“Fuck me again?”

A little bit more, just a little bit more…

“Yes. Again, and again—ahh—!” Vyn lets out a stifled, guttural groan—he has finally reached his climax—followed by radio silence.

Your orgasm follows suit. “Oh god, oh—VYN!” you cry out into the shadowy dark, with no one but the man at the other end of the line witnessing your debauched pleasures.

The adrenaline slowly ebbs away from your system, and you slump onto your pillows; the dildo slipping out of your cunt, slathered with your pussy juice.

What feels like an eternity passes, until you hear Vyn speak again. “That is a worthwhile, new experience,” he says, then lets out a soft chuckle. “Did you like it?”

“Mhm, yeah…” you hum, weakly. “Vyn…” A soft sigh escapes your lips. “Whatever song you came up with Louis…” you roll on the bed, towards where your phone lay. “It must be a helluva song, if it made you this horny.”

“Indeed,” he agrees. Then he adds, “I plan to make love to you with the song playing in the background.”

The idea sends a shot of titillating thrill running down your spine. “I’d love that, really.”

“It has me on back vocals.”

“Oh fuck.” The idea almost turns you on. “Dr. ASMR doing voice work? No wonder you’re turned on.”

“You flatter me.”

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