Just imagining making him ride a replica of your cock, but it just isn’t the same!
And of course you have to whip him for not using his toy “correctly”
-boykisser
Beautiful idea, him huffing and puffing, bouncing up and down on the faux cock. His thighs quivering while his chest bounces with the force of his own thrusts. You are happily lounging above him, a short whip in had for you to lazily cover his back in deep red marks. By now he can hardly remember what he's doing wrong or if this is a punishment or reward. All he can think of is how much colder the toy is than your cock and how desperately he wants your touch. He's so wet and stretched out, but without your touch he knows he cannot cum, in part because he's not allowed to touch his puffy, aching clit. Kicking his clit when he finally stops, endurance finally broken after hours of fucking himself in front of you, watching him scream and spasm like a man possessed. Even then, it is not over, now you can easily flip him into whatever position you wanted without him having any hope of resisting(though he'd never dare to) while you pump his pussy full of your cum, pinching his now-sore clit to keep him awake and crying for you.
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Hi! (And happy holidays!) I just wanted to inquire a bit about your drawing process. Particularly how manage to get so much work done? I read on one of your posts and how you mentioned working full time and then I reread "You're so Cool" (which is still amazing btw) again and I thought "Fuck, where did he find the time and energy for this? I can barely muster up energy for warm ups after an 8 hour shift+ commute. It's inspiring really . Any tips you'd be willing to share if any? (Any advice will help really, Ive been struggling through the self teaching process for a good year now)
Hello! And thank you! I hope you're having a good end of the year too.
I get a lot of work done - and still not as much as I'd like - because I've spent a while thinking about how to best do that, and arranging my life to enable it. Art is my main priority, but the idea of it just happening is bullshit. Maybe it does if you've got rich parents or are far enough into a career and earning residuals so you can set your own schedule and fill your days how you want and creativity is a relaxing organic experience (doubt it, willing to investigate if anyone wants a trophy husband), but most of us can't do that. I have a horrible job and need a structure, and it might help you too.
I did a lot of the inking on You're So Cool while I was at the end of recovering from surgery, but that was unusual. It was great, I felt pretty good and I was doing 3 to 4 pages per day. It slowed down a lot when I went back to work.
I currently work eight hour days (technical writer), plus about two hours unnecessary commute (it used to be a WFH job lol) so it eats 50 hours per week. It comes easily to me and I needed health insurance for surgery, I don't like or care about it. There are jobs where the level of emotional disengagement I have reached is not possible, I prefer it so I can put the energy into art. I work 7am to 3pm - I leave around 6am (ten minutes after rolling out of bed), but I'm home and in the shower by 4pm. This gives me a lot more evening, as I usually go to bed around midnight.
Before this, I had a wretched decade that ended in depression. I did almost nothing for years, partly due to shitty circumstances, and coming out of it cemented the idea that I needed to be very proactive. I want an art career again - and this might not work out for me, who knows, the point is I'm trying. Someone who wants to carve out more time to spend on a hobby may be less intense.
There's a lot of advice around about balance, being kind to yourself, seasons/breaks, etc. I don't think they're wrong, but they apply to the "forgiving yourself for not doing" bit. My goal is to do things, I care a lot about what I'm doing and I'm happiest when actually doing it. How do I improve that? Not by taking a break, I was taking a break and it made me fucking miserable. Forgiving myself for not doing art wasn't solving my problem of I am not doing art and I want to.
The following system works for me. You could try it out - it's easy to start, you don't need anything for it, you could be on your way in half an hour. And before you go any further: do not turn maintaining the system into a task in itself. Making a list is a step towards doing, but do not turn the list into the doing. Do not spend weeks looking for the perfect app/planner or setting up elaborate colour coding and making it pretty. Stay basic. The art is the point.
I have a text file for the year with a list of goals. Some are creative, some are personal, some are practical. I add and remove throughout the year, and every month I look through that list and use it to make a list of things for the month (in the same text file). There are things on the month list that didn't make the master list, like painting glow in the dark eyes all over a jacket or filing my taxes.
Each week I write a list out in a physical planner - what can I do this week towards the month goals (plus other life stuff)? Every night before I go to bed I look at this list and write out a to-do list for the next day on scrap paper - what steps can I do towards the week goals? What else do I need to do tomorrow?
For example, the breakdown for You're So Cool looked like:
Year level task: draw You're So Cool
Month level tasks: thumbnails, pencils, inks, colour, scan and process, send for print (not all in one month)
Week level tasks: pencil 10 pages, choose a printer, test ink/inkwash to decide paper/look
Day level tasks: pencil page 4 and 5, get quotes from the two printer websites, check paper/tape and make list of supplies needed
The day list has the most unrelated items, like cleaning the shower or going to the post office. Knowing what I'm doing helps me plan. I can adjust if something comes up (maybe I decide to go out with friends).
The point of these lists isn't to torture myself, it's to get things done. I move things around, I delete and add. I just finished rolling over the stuff I didn't get to this year into the 2026 text file and a few things got shelved or removed. I didn't hit all of my 2025 goals, but I did some stuff I didn't plan on too. The year list can be ambitious, keeping potential projects/goals visible, but the month/week/day lists should be increasingly realistic.
After a few years, I've got a good idea of what I can do. I know my speed and capacity - do you know yours? Aim low at first, go for some easy wins. Do not best-case-scenario this because most days are not best case scenarios. If I have time and energy to do an extra page, that feels ten times better than biting off more than I can chew and choking.
I tape all my comic pages up next to my desk. I want to keep what I'm doing in my mind as much as possible - it often stops me from wasting time, because there's a whole wall of stuff right there I'd actually rather do! I have a text file full of random art ideas that I look at when I'm at a loose end or sulking too.
This morning I pulled some penciled paintings that have been stacked on my shelf for ages taped them to my wall. I want to do them, I'm a bit annoyed I didn't make time for them this year - now they're right there. I'm thinking about them.
I guess my whole approach is recognising things that aren't contributing to being the person and artist I want to be and changing them. Derailing a bad habit/mindset/spiral/distraction works best when you've got something else to switch to, preferably quickly and easily.
It's incremental too; the massive sudden overhaul won't usually stick long term because it ignores your whole life outside that one thing. You are here because of your whole life, and cramming art into it as-is isn't working well. You can change your life to make room - but not overnight. There isn't a shortcut, unfortunately. If there was, I would never shut up about it. I can tell you that the long way feels less arduous and you appreciate and enjoy the journey more and more as you claw back your time and energy.
If you don't have the energy for warm ups right now, don't do warm ups. Do what you actually feel excited about and the energy will start to come. What gives you that little spark of enjoyment? And be honest with yourself - what do you actually want to do, right now? Not what you want to want to do or think you should be doing. I wish I wanted to thumbnail a pretty heavy NewOldRare script right now, but I don't. The past few months have been hard and I'm feeling kinda low, so I'll probably make some teeth or paint sketchcards. I've got multiple projects and lots of little things, I can switch for a break when I get stuck or out of sorts. This has helped me get faster at recovering, because inactivity makes a feedback loop for me.
I got back into drawing/writing after a long break because what I had energy to come home from an awful job and work on was Reservoir Dogs fanart/fanfic. Not the comics ideas I'd been neglecting for years. I sat on my childhood bed in a city I hated, drank gin, listened to music, and drew an absolute fuckload of fanart. I wrote a lot of fanfic too, some of it on my phone at work. What I couldn't post on tumblr, I texted to friends who were interested in horny sketches of Quentin Tarantino characters. None of this was "useful" in a direct way like making portfolio pieces or putting together a book pitch, but it was more than I'd done for seven miserable years.
After about six months of that, I started to shift to original work. I didn't have an epiphany or a huge emotional turning point, I just got back into the habit of making something until it was coming naturally, the way it used to. Start with low pressure stuff. Finish some pieces - and don't start big things you aren't sure you can finish. Find other people who are doing creative things because it winds up being contagious.
Self-teaching is different for everyone. After resources and practice, my final step is always a project I care about. Seeing how you want to use this new skill in your own work is the whole point. Don't bore yourself!
A side effect of all this is that I now feel pretty good about myself, and being honest about what I can do has bled over into other areas of my life. I'm doing more, it's getting easier. I can read my own emotions better and know when to push through a bad mood and when to step away. Seeing other artists succeeding doesn't make me feel as much like I'm failing any more - and I have failed, a lot.
I'm not anything special, just a stubborn middle-aged man who won't quit. You can do it! It's worth the effort!
im usually a full blown kim dokja girlie but i !! have been hit with an idea most ingenious !!! ...so a chaotic 4AM shower thought...
i don't know if you're willing to do secretive plotter content but can you imagine a world with yoo joonghyuk x reader x secretive plotter, yet maybe ??? yoo joonghyuk shows like the SLIGHTEST interest in lee seolhwa giving secretive plotter the immediate opportunity to swerve into the readers dms [star stream chat].
brilliant star.
yoo joonghyuk x reader x secretive plotter
warnings: strong language
w.c: 2k
a.n: i meant to make this a casual, crack fic, but apparently i am physically incapable 😰 anyways--this one was fun. jealousy, angst, and plotter flirtations, oh my! i wasn't sure whether to make this poly or not, so i didn't fully define the relationships...but yjh, i feel, would be a bit possessive regardless, and sp loves to provoke him
He was staring at her. Again.
It wasn't like you two were an item or anything, so you didn't exactly have a right to be against it. That didn't change the fact that it still stung like a bitch.
Yoo Joonghyuk wasn't the most...expressive. Really, the only reason he'd even put up with you at the start was because you had been Lee Jihye's babysitter when she was younger, and the girl had insisted that you accompany them. It was an unusual display of resistance to her Master's ensnaring charm.
Not that you found him charming. Nope. He was just some emo-wannabe bastard with nothing but coldness in his heart.
You certainly didn't pay attention to the smooth waves of hair when they brushed his eyes as he cooked, nor the softening of his mouth as he mentioned his sister, nor the strong, veiny grip of his sword as he jumped headfirst into a fight in a way that was unmistakably protective, despite having cussed you out mere moments before.
Nope, you were not falling for that.
And yet—you indulged. Yoo Joonghyuk one day became Joonghyuk, which sometimes slipped into a more teasing Joonghyuk-ah, which, despite a frequent roll of the eyes, he allowed. (You did taunt him once with an oppa that resulted in you getting choked out, Jihye panicking nearby that this would be your end. Yoo Joonghyuk had stalked off, his ears burning a curious red... Safe to say you never tried that again.)
You found yourself looking forward to his presence after he returned from a solo quest. His silent, but steady, gaze as you roped him into conversation with you and Jihye. Even later, once the three of you cemented yourselves more regularly with the intriguing Kim Dokja and his companions, you sought out Yoo Joonghyuk. And the moments began to pile up.
He helped correct your grip on a sword, calloused fingers sliding roughly against your hand.
He begrudgingly let you sneak a bite of his cooking when you adamantly declared you needed to taste test it first.
He yanked you back against him before a beast could claw your eyes out.
He spat insults at you for being stupid and reckless as he cleaned and helped bandage your wounds.
Moments upon moments that built up until a tight feeling grew in your chest when you were near him. It burned hot when you thought of him, sometimes late at night, and it warmed gently when the two of you worked in companionable silence. It left you breathless when he graced you with a rare, faint smile.
And now it sickened your body with something sour. All because Lee Seolhwa had become a permanent fixture in your group, devastatingly beautiful and unwaveringly kind and talented—how could you ever measure up to that?
Yoo Joonghyuk couldn't help but linger on someone so brilliant. Of course he couldn't.
Yeah. It stung.
You brushed past Jihye and Jung Heewon absently, not caring where your feet took you.
As soon as you found a step to sit on, a message pinged.
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is wondering why you look upset.]
"I'm not upset."
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' thinks that you can do much better than a mere incarnation.]
You stretched and looked up to the sky with a smile. "Is that so? What does that leave me with—dokkaebis?"
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is disgusted.]
A laugh escaped you. The plotter always did manage to make you feel better in times like these.
His curiosity and sadistic enjoyment of your victories over others had earned him a soft spot in your heart. It was hard not to appreciate someone so present. It also helped that he was strangely generous with his funds.
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' says that 'Yoo Joonghyuk' is an ungrateful brat.]
You raised an eyebrow. He sounded...bitter. It wasn't the first time that the plotter had scorned Yoo Joonghyuk in his messages. He seemed to have an unexplainable grudge against him. "True. Joonghyuk is spoiled by good treatment from his looks." You paused. "I wonder what you look like."
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' says he could slap 'Yoo Joonghyuk's' cheeks 1,863 times.]
You leaned towards the message, intrigued. "Is that so? I'd say you're lying, but you are something beyond humanity..."
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is pleased.]
[1,863 coins have been sponsored.]
An amused smile tugged at your lips. "Maybe you can show me that impressive face someday."
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' would like to show you a great many things.]
"Excuse me?"
Your forceful shock must have put him off, because he didn't elaborate. The back of your neck grew hot. It almost sounded like...
Was the plotter flirting with you?
The idea was ludicrous, unfathomable, because why would a great constellation have any sort of real interest in a mere incarnation. Carnal interest, at that.
You worried at your bottom lip as you thought it over.
In your preoccupied thoughts, the ping! of an incoming message failed to register. A second notice—this one a ka-ching!—did.
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is admiring you.]
[10,000 coins have been sponsored.]
You blinked hard. "You're what now?"
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' tells you to ignore that.]
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' says an irritating child smashed his keyboard.]
"You have a child?"
You could almost feel the constellation's awkward silence at your words.
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is shaking his head.]
You waited for him to say more, but the messages went quiet. Fine, you would ignore that for now if that's what he wanted. He never responded much when you pried into his background, anyway.
The corners of your lips turned back down as thoughts of a certain emo-bastard crept back in. How undesirable you seemed to the one person you could scarcely admit you desired yourself.
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' says this might bring you joy.]
[You have obtained 1 'Heart of the Brightest Star'.]
A blinding light had you squeezing your eyes shut. There was a warm pulsing at your chest, so you finally looked down.
It was a necklace. The pendant rested over your breastbone, an indescribable glow that toed the line between a bewitching beauty and something too divine to look upon. It splayed out in fine points as the top came to a gem-cut crest. Your fingers trailed over the platinum chain holding it.
"Why..." you breathed. "Why would you give me something so incredible?"
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' explains that the necklace was created from a nearby star and can provide a boost of power.]
You shook your head, not seeing an answer to your question. "Why me?"
The plotter didn't respond at first.
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is acknowledging your brilliance.]
"I'm not that brilliant..." you said heavily.
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' says that you are more brilliant than any star he has come across.]
You froze.
Okay, despite the utterly cheesy line (where did he get the dignity to say such a thing?), it was the obvious courting that made you pause.
It was shocking how well he seemed to understand you. Almost like he paid exclusive attention. Well, he did pay you an awful lot. Over half of your coffers were probably directly supplied from the plotter's sponsored coins.
The possible affections of a constellation felt too heavy to bear, and it made your head strain to think about.
"Where have you been," said a rough voice. Your heart and stomach dropped to your feet. "I want to go after—"
You dared to meet the eyes of Yoo Joonghyuk. The look on his face made you flinch, as if he had caught you doing something wrong.
"Is someone here with you?"
"No."
The pinch between Yoo Joonghyuk's brows deepened. Then his eyes honed in on the necklace with a frightening precision; they narrowed into slits. "You weren't wearing that earlier."
"No, I wasn't."
"Who gave it to you?"
Answering would only dig you into a deeper hole, so you kept quiet. But that seemed to be an answer all on its own.
Yoo Joonghyuk's expression took on a fearsome edge. "Take it off," he ordered.
You grasped at the pendant. "Hell no."
"It might be a cursed item."
"A cursed item," you repeated blandly. "Yeah. Sure."
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is giving you a lazy smile.]
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' says that 'Yoo Joonghyuk' could never afford such a precious gift.]
Yoo Joonghyuk's face went thunderously dark. A vein on his neck bulged as he clenched his jaw.
And suddenly, he was towering over you. His heady scent clouded your senses as he slid his hands behind your neck, and each touch of his fingers felt like a searing brand on your skin. You were pinned as his onyx eyes bored into yours.
Snap!
The metal broke in his hands. But still, Yoo Joonghyuk didn't move.
"I said to take it off." His warm breath fanned your ear.
You felt hot. Too hot.
Thankfully, he stepped back, letting the chain slip through his fingers. It plunked softly in the grass.
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is smirking.]
You were relieved he wasn't angry. He had every right to be—Yoo Joonghyuk was being a disrespectful asshole right now.
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' says that next time 'Yoo Joonghyuk' should pay better attention.]
"Fuck you."
"Yoo Joonghyuk," you hissed. His mouth twitched down at his name. "He's a constellation."
"I don't care."
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' would like to be your official sponsor.]
Both of you went still. Yoo Joonghyuk seemed one heartbeat away from mass murder as the tightening of his hand on his sword grew painful.
"I already have a sponsor," you voiced cautiously.
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is certain that something can be arranged.]
"Oh."
You waited for your sponsor, historical grade constellation Seo Ae Il Pil, to step in and claim you as his incarnation. He remained silent.
Apparently, in the face of the great Secretive Plotter, even other beings were cowed.
You weren't in the right headspace to address such a declaration, so you let the silence stretch on as your thoughts raced from his proposal. It was horribly tempting. But, you had a sneaking suspicion that accepting would lead to a road you didn't yet know if you wanted to walk down.
An heavy exhale broke you from your thoughts.
"I don't like that one," Yoo Joonghyuk grit out.
"Why does he get on your nerves so much?" It wasn't the first time.
Yoo Joonghyuk glared sullenly at the ground. You sighed and made to leave, when his hand shot out to clutch your arm.
"I...don't trust him." It didn't feel like the whole truth, but you didn't care to start an argument by using 'Lie Detection'.
"Whatever, Joonghyuk," you said, a bit frustrated. You tugged at your arm, but his hold tightened.
"Let's go. There's a hidden relic we should gather."
Of course, you couldn't resist him. You never could.
But you were still compelled to pick up the necklace, admiring the stunning pendant once more, before pocketing it under a sharp and watchful stare. Fortunately, the owner of that stare didn't comment.
Nothing more was said as you both left the complex. But you could feel Yoo Joonghyuk's eyes on you. They scalded the side of your face every so often, flicking away and sliding back, like he couldn't help himself.
Though it was only an unseen presence, you could sense another heavy gaze. Watching you through a screen among the stars.
You felt like you had now stepped onto a dangerous road, whether you wanted to or not.
Oh my god I had to listen to French news for a course and “le wokeism” is absolutely fucking wild to hear as a native English speaker 😭
Do they make you listen to Far Right news for your course? (Unless you picked it randomly yourself then ignore my comment lol)
But yeaaah it drives me craaazy. Like France in general has an issue with using english terms when we already have perfectly good french words for it, just bc english is CoolerTM or to sound ✨️International✨️.
But le wokisme is worse bc its a Far Right SpecialTM and hearing ppl using it srlsy is like watching their brain leaks out of their ears. French Far Right took it from American Far Right when it means something specific there. Like what's next, are they gonna complain abt DEI? And ofc there's the fact that "woke" is AAVE and french far right politicians completely ignore that origin and its original meaning, either out of plain ignorance or bc they don't care. Probably both.
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can you write uhhhhh spins a wheel.... satan getting railed
Cw; sum dacryphilia, you call him kitty a few times, he calls you sir a lot, bondage, mind break, fuck a plot, If you like try its kinda dubcon, but you have to do your own work to make it dubcon ok, you bite him tiddy, Also if you work for it in ur own mind he can have a pussy, but I just didn't write his genitals,
Satan hadn't anticipated he'd end up like this, tied to a bed with a human nestled between his legs, their fingers already buried in his hole. In your defense, he shouldn't have been acting up so much if he didn't want a punishment, especially since he had tried to make you ignore his behavior by 'dressing up' as a distraction. Despite his whines and weak protests, his hips kept pushing down onto your hand and he kept catching himself just as he was about to plea for something thicker. That wouldn't do, of course, he needed to be honest with you if he wanted to prove he'd learned his lesson. You slowed your movements, thrusting your fingers in only just below the bump of nerves within him. It was driving him crazy, if you'd just press a little deeper, he could cum, if you moved just a little faster, just a little-
"H-Harrrderrrr~ Please~! Morrrreee~" The moans came out of him the same way the drool was dribbling down his chin, mixing with the thin tears of desperation.
"There's a good boy~" You purred, pulling your fingers out and chuckling at his pathetic whine, "Now, now, Satan~ I'm giving you your reward for being honest~"
With that, you thrusted fully into him, pausing to let him adjust and watch his twitching form as he came with just one thrust. Before you let him fully recover, you began to shallowly thrust into him, making the avatar of wrath choke and cry.
"W-Wait! T-Toooo mmuuuch!~ Ah~ Pl-eaaase!" His hair bounced in time with both your thrusts and the light jiggle that coursed through his chest when your hips audibly met.
He could feel the ropes around his wrists dig deeper into his skin as he fought against them, unsure if he wanted to escape your grasp or cling onto you. It didn't matter either way, he was stuck in place, victim to the punishment he'd earned. His mind felt fuzz and too hot, cooled only by the streaming tears which you were beginning to kiss away. He whined more, clearly angry with you as he pouted. He was very easily distracted when your lips met and your tongue quickly sunk down his throat, further overwhelming his mind with pleasure. He could feel himself coming undone, he was losing himself to the ecstasy of belonging entirely to you. You pulled away from the kiss, biting his lower lip as you did so.
"Will you be good for me, Satan?~" You cooed, sliding your hand to tug at his flushed, bright pink nipples, "My obedient little kitty?~"
"Nyaaaa~ Y-Yessss~! I'll- HAaannn~ B-Be goooood~ 'ma g-gud booooy, please~" he looked like a caricature of himself, lips puffy and eyes red, his chest already littere in bites and hickeys from your teasing, and his tight hole sucked you in, melting around your cock as if it were made for your pleasure.
His body moulded just for you, each little flinch at your touch, every squeeze of his thighs around your hips, invited you to more faster and harder. It didn't take much more encouragement before he was gasping for breath, choking out 'Please!' and 'sirrr~' between your harsh movements. He couldn't even tell what he was pleading for, all he could understand was that he needed to beg for you and that he had to please you. When you bit into his chest, leaving a dark ring of teeth marks around one of his already battered nipples, he arched into you, body seizing as he came a second time. A weak "Soowryyyy, siirrrrr~" whined out of him as you mocking scolded him for cumming twice before you did.
"You seem to be forgetting, you're here for my pleasure, kitty~ Not the other way around~" He whined at your tone and squeezed you cock harder, tongue now lolling out of his mouth lewdly.
He was certainly giving you a good show. Soon your thrusts became more erratic, especially as his insides twitched at each thrust, as if his insides where begging you for your cum just as much as his mouth was. When you finally released deep within him, he pitifully squirted out the last of his own cum, slurring a thank you while his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
You gave him a moment before pulling out and untying him, He barely managed to sit up before he slumped over onto you. The blonde demon tightly clung to you as he buried his face into your neck. "'m sorry fer being bad... I'll be a good boy now"
You laughed at the way he was audibly regaining his composure despite clearly still being fucked out. "You better~ Now lets get you all cleaned up~"
Correct? I fell into a flow state so Idk how good grammar or spelling are and I have 0 idea if I got the vibes down right but I really like how fucked out I made him. Tbh I'm not incredibly familiar w/ Obey me's lore n such so- I did so much research for this porn lol. He's also not gonna be a good boy after this, he's becoming worse and he will need more training. I think I did better on the dialogue than I usually do.
