'fraid I don't have any adult fanart, drawing guys isn't one of my strong points. In fact my drawing "skills" (haha who am I kidding?) have taken a sharp knockdown due to me not actually drawing, so I'm pretty much back to square one.
adultfanfiction.net link: http://anime2.adultfanfiction.net/authors.php?no=1296778697
And here's what I'm working on at the moment. It's weird but I have the imagery stuck in my head and it needs an outlet.
Another screaming plot bunny. My poor deafened brain...... x_x;;
A young college student finds himself possessed by a devil that's nothing like the Hollywood movies. He smarter, stronger, and hotter than hell itself. A/U: TyKa / KaiTaka PWP (Well, maybe a little bit of plot)
Possession Is Nine Tenths Of Whose Law??
“Aren't you done fucking with me yet?” Tyson snarled at his steamed-up bathroom mirror, running a hand through his dark hair. “I have to be up early tomorrow.”
Oh you'll be “up” early all right. Did I mention I'm a morning person?Tyson groaned, glaring at his blurred reflection. “Typical.”
I don't hear you complaining at the time.“What else is “No, stop.” supposed to signify?”
That you need training better.Tyson instantly bristled. “I'm not your dog.”
Of course not. Your my bitch.Tyson hung his head, wondering why he bothered arguing any more. Nothing fazed the bastard.
Now there's no need for name-calling.“Hypocrite.” Tyson snapped defiantly.
Don't make me punish you again. You won't like it.Tyson's blood simultaneously froze and burned like molten lava as he felt electricity tingle through his veins. He hated how easily his body was provoked into a reaction. Especially when it was a reaction not of his choosing. But protesting was no use. Just like always
he was in control, and all Tyson could do was hope he was reasonably whole and unbroken when it was eventually over.
The tingle deepened into a full blown charge, snaking down his spine and spreading chills in its wake. Tyson hissed in a sharp breath when the sensation reached his groin.
“I really don't have time for this.” He moaned in spite of himself, gripping the counter top to maintain his balance.
You should have thought of that before.Tyson knew the husky quality of that tone all too well. He was going to be knackered in the morning, and lucky if he wasn't sore too.
He felt his feet moving, turning away from the mirror and exiting the bathroom. He knew where they were taking him. His body walked unhurriedly to his bedroom. He saw his hand lock his door behind him. He felt the softness of the fleece throw on top of his duvet as he lay down in the middle of his bed. He stared up at the ceiling passively, resigned to what was to come.
It's no fun when you don't fight it.“I never pegged you for a pouter.” He taunted the empty air above him, but heard the responding feral growl nonetheless.
A sharp sting assaulted his cheek, and he knew without aid of a mirror that a livid red hand-print marred one cheek. Another would follow on the other cheek if he made another smart comment. He hissed on reflex more than in pain. He'd gotten somewhat used to pain. It always hurt. Even in a good way sometimes, as screwed up as that was.
He could almost hear the purring in his head. Good to know at least one of them was happy.
Oh, I'm sorry. Is this better?His arousal jerked suddenly and Tyson hissed again, this time in pleasure. “Don't do that.”
You sure? Your mouth may be saying no, but your body says different.Tyson's growled reply became a groan as the pressure increased to a point that was almost painful, and still his body felt close to exploding.
His hand raised in front of his face to show him the riding crop grasped firmly in his fist.
“Oh, hell no!! Not with day I've got ahead of me.” Tyson protested.
Not my problem. A feeling of amused nonchalance permeated the air.
I said you wouldn't like it. There no mistaking the malicious glee ringing in
his voice. Tyson could almost imagine the sadistic grin on
his face. He quickly retreated from that image. He'd only seen
him once, and it was by chance when he'd picked the wrong time to look at his reflection. There was no describing it. The closest he could get was both amazing and terrible at the same time. How do you describe the most beautiful thing you've ever seen when it scares you shitless?
Tyson's other hand was gripping himself, pumping steadily completely independent of his will. This was the part that always felt like rape, though he was quickly corrected on that. Apparently you couldn't rape the willing, and his body at least was certainly willing.
Tyson gritted his teeth against the sensation.
If you insist on being stubborn, I will just punish you.His hand gripped tighter and jerked down hard. Tyson yelled, caught somewhere between two opposite sensations, and as always he was left with the uneasy feeling that on some twisted level, he enjoyed both.