#//Regarding the Curse bit

[dutybcrne]

Kaeya being influenced by The Curse to an extent and thus having inhuman strength like the Abyssal monsters is canon here to me, bc that allows me to envision him treatin’ an enemy the way Gojo did Jogo and his arm this JJK ep, and I-

[zuzu-draws]

Heian Era! Sukuna, back when he was a human Curse-Sorcerer ; If Gege won't give him to us, I will =_=

[jitzeniqusupyo]

Not me wanting them to hold hands and smile at each other/together. Of course not. Anyhoo, I wanted to draw them at least once. (They're having a lunch break or something, I don’t know.) Should learn just to do doodles rather than go full on "perfectionist" since I need some practice and making this took too long (as usual). I was failing so much and had to redo stuff too many times. :') Also, there was no future for the background lol.

Have a nice day.

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

first day back to school for me !!

[kittydoremi]

Putting my Sonic The Night Giant Au/Sonic and The Cursed Bracelet fic on hold for the time being

[taoofshigeru]

Temenos and Crick Investigate a Crime

Crick: Any luck with the investigation so far?

Temenos: Not done yet, but sofa so good.

Crick: …

Temenos: …

Temenos: …I found some blood on the couch cushions.

Temenos: It doesn't taste like the victim's.

Crick: …And you know this h-

Temenos: -Aaaand so, I think our attacker was wounded in the scuffle. Let's be on the lookout for anybody with fresh wounds.

Crick: Like the ones I'm about to give you?

[quibbs126]

Alright, I mentioned about a week ago that I was working on a character but couldn’t figure out a design, but this morning I finally drew a design for him I liked, so this is Blueberry Ice Cream Cookie

To be perfectly honest, I’m still not sold on the design, specifically the outfit? Actually no, I think the design is largely fine, but the colors of the outfit are what bother me because I can’t get them to look right

Also the hair and dough color make me think this guy’s from Yogurca when he isn’t; in fact he likely predates Yogurca. I just wanted his hair to look like actual blueberry ice cream, and I’ve technically already drawn this character before with a similar dough color, so I transferred it over. Coincidence I guess

Speaking of which, I should mention who exactly this guy is, and he is in fact the original form of the spirit of the Strawberry Jam Sword (ps I’m not sure I’m gonna keep their name Strawberry Jam Cookie, since I realize typically weapons don’t have the same name as their wielders), as well as it’s original creator

I wanted to incorporate that into his sword shown here, the Blueberry…something, I haven’t figured out what exactly to call it. One idea was the Blueberry Buster Sword, but it doesn’t really look like the Buster Sword, nor is that an actual type of sword. I dunno. Back during these days it was his personal greatest creation, and what he would use to fight. When I drew it here, I intentionally wanted to make it look like the Strawberry Jam Sword, given that they both have the same creator. Though I wonder if I made them too similar, given that Blueberry Ice Cream later sees this sword as their great failure

Around 10,000 years ago, long before any of the Ancients, Blueberry Ice Cream Cookie was a blacksmith, as well as a warrior, who would make powerful weapons. What made his special is that he would use his magic abilities to enchant his weapons and imbue them with power. Typically he would use either Dessert Magic or Dark Moon Magic. He would visit the City of Wizards to study their texts and use what he learned in his weapon making. However something to also note is that he tended to be reckless with his magic usage, ignoring the potential dangers of what he uses, so long as it does what he needs. But at his core he always meant well, making weapons for the sole purpose of helping protect other Cookies from the dangers of the world (which could potentially have been dragons, given how far back this is). And all around he was a pretty friendly guy

Then one day, his village gets attacked, and he tries to fight against the threat, only for his sword to be completely shattered with one blow, and his village gets destroyed. This is the event that put him on a downward spiral which would eventually turn him into Strawberry Jam Cookie (again I’m probably not keeping that name but for now it’s all I got). Driven by his guilt and grief (maybe someone important to him died, I haven’t worked out all the details), he decides that he’s going to create the perfect weapon, something that will be so powerful it can destroy any threat, and this is the beginning of the creation of the Strawberry Jam Sword. He becomes obsessed with this goal, making it the only thing that matters anymore, only ever leaving his smithy to go find more magic texts. During this time the blueberries on his head sort of melt and just become part of his hair, as seen with the colored sketch there

He eventually decides that this time, his usual magic isn’t good enough, it was too weak. So in desperation, he turns to Black Magic, uncaring of the supposed consequences. He starts using it more and more, trying for years to create this perfect weapon. And as he uses more and more Black Magic, it corrupts his mind (as well as his dough), making him desire power more and more, forgetting what the original reason was, and caring less and less about other Cookies, frustrated why they can’t see the importance of what he’s doing, and eventually thinking they don’t matter at all

It all comes to a head at some point I haven’t really decided yet, but some particular incident with Black Magic ends up sort of rebaking him, turning into Strawberry Jam Cookie. And eventually, they finish their accursed sword, probably using some blood (well I guess strawberry jam) ritual involving other Cookies

After getting sealed in the sword, they start to lose their mind further, and by the time of present day, Blueberry Ice Cream Cookie is completely gone, not even a faded memory

Originally BIC here was going to be a retcon of Strawberry Jam Cookie, considering that I recognize a lot of the stuff I said there contradicts things from actual canon (the Shattered Kingdom I believe was Dark Choco’s kingdom, and the SJS is in Dragon’s Valley), but honestly this here I think would still comply with what I said before, given Strawberry Jam Cookie didn’t have a real backstory there.

Also right quick I just wanna give backstory as to why I called them Blueberry Ice Cream Cookie. So I originally had a number of ideas for SJ’s original name, of which I’ll list here

Strawberry Mochi Cookie (because strawberries, also I thought it’d be funny if the Strawberry Jam Sword was originally named something like Mochi)

Strawberry Ice Cream Cookie (mostly because Strawberry Mochi Ice Cream Cookie was far too long (despite strawberry mochi ice cream being what I originally intended), but also because ice cream is a type of magic and this character was going to be a magic blacksmith)

Blueberry Ice Cream Cookie (because originally their magic type was going to be Dark Moon Magic, which is blue, so I wanted to make them match, along with ice cream magic)

Ruby Choco Cookie (to tie in with Dark Choco Cookie, making them even more similar and as if the sword is almost a reflection of himself)

Rhubarb Cookie (because strawberry rhubarb pie)

I eventually picked Blueberry Ice Cream because I like the blue (not realizing blueberry ice cream is more purple) and because it creates a contrast with both the Strawberry Jam Sword’s color scheme as well as Dark Choco’s. Also I had the idea of blueberries on their head melting and being what creates that gradient effect their later design has

But yeah, this is Blueberry Ice Cream Cookie

Also side note but I had this funny idea relating to that other picture I had of Dark Cacao, Dark Choco and Strawberry Jam Cookie together, where potentially if this were the canon story or something similar, they release both Strawberry Jam Cookie and Blueberry Ice Cream Cookie, given they’re now effectively different characters, meaning that Dark Choco not only has to deal with one version of the being who brought him years of torment, but two

[daydreamerdrew]

The Defenders (1972) #85

[rathandz]

agree to the salt mines with that person.

but as someone who tends to fall a bit more into the “gender minimalist look” appearance wise, but what gets me abt the look is like. they all look the same. like, the way you described gender maximalism, there’s so many routes for that to go and 5 bajillion different unique people with 5 bajillion different unique outfits that come to mind. but like. with what you said abt minimalism it’s The Same Thin White Person every time. why can’t they be poc, or be a different body type, or not have that one specific type of small/petite nose? i fall into almost all the tropes, im white, generally skinny(er? only a little squishy if I’m not?) im a brunette, i have small hands, I’m afab, etc. but i cannot tell you how happy i would be if i saw an androgynous character WHO DIDNT HAGE THAT ONE FUCKING TINY NOSE!!! ITS A VERY CUTE NOSE SHAPE BUT PLEASE GUYS PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!

the thing is tho im guilty as a lot of these myself when designing characters, esp the nose thing funnily enough lol. it’s hard to break from what stereotypes you’ve been fed by media, and what other peoples idea of gender nonconformity is. but we should be pushing back against it!!!! none of the things i listed above have anything to do with androgyny!!! that’s all just how people look!!!!!!! naturally, outside of gender presentation!!!!

and also with representation like a sliding scale instead of all or nothing would be nice.. i think a lot of my presentation reads as minimalist. but i also wear a lot of button ups and baseball caps. and i own earrings that look like little fish bags, n wear a lot of earrings in general. and sometimes i wear chokers and necklaces. and when it isn’t summer and i need to wear flipflops to avoid heatstroke, i almost always wear tennis shoes. but when there’s a fancy event I’ll wear heels but never with a dress. there are small bits of femininity and masculinity i still embrace even if I’m a far cry from gender maximalism. and i don’t see that a whole lot either.

dose anyone want to hear my very surface level analysis of androgyny in media

[dutybcrne]

Kaeya’s main love language to demonstrate his love/care for someone is Acts of Service, and every time someone refuses to let him do things for them, it makes him Sad

[robinsnest2111]

if I just had someone to hold me through all the bullshit emotions bombarding my brain right now I probably wouldn't have to suffer as much as I do right now. stupid...

[loriache]

"I've been waiting for ages for somebody to unmask them."

This moment tends to elicit negative reactions in a first read through, and I've got some opinions about why where Kabru is coming from here actually makes a lot of logical sense. So I thought I'd elaborate on that.

I think people hear this and go, "He thinks they must be hiding something because they gave money to someone? What a cynic." Or "he dislikes them because they did charity?? What's wrong with this guy!". And obviously, a lot, a lot is wrong with him. But I think this makes more sense than it seems at first glance! What people evaluating this judgement miss is why Kabru is paying attention to Laios and co to begin with.

Kabru knows of the Touden siblings because (he's a little bit of a stalker-) he is keeping an eye on all the relevant parties in events developing on the island, in order to be able to guide them to his preferred outcome. This includes adventurers because they are the ones actually exploring the dungeon! He's well aware that something as minor as internal tensions between party members could be key to the historical events that are developing. (He would love the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand.)

His desired outcome is that whatever the rewards are of breaking the dungeon's curse, whether that's kingship or the ancient elven secrets of dungeons, are claimed by:

A) a short lived person

B) Someone who will be a good, effective leader and/or use those secrets and the power they carry wisely, with foresight, and to establish a political bloc for short lived people.

The person he can best trust to do this is, of course, himself. But due to his PTSD regarding dungeons and monsters, he's not able to develop the necessary skills to conquer the dungeon. Once he realises this, he starts looking for someone else who he can support to that end.

But most of the adventurers don't have any intentions of conquering the dungeon, don't have the skills, or are unsuitable in other ways. In fact, it seems like some potentially suitable people are the Toudens. There are a lot of good rumours about them going around - they actually seem to have a very positive reputation! That's what Kabru means when he says "unmask".

So when Kabru is observing something like them giving money to an old comrade from their gold-peeling days, he doesn't consider it a problem because "they're giving money to this person who doesn't actually need it" or because they must have some dark secret if they act superficially nice. I think he actually understands this situation and what it implies about Laios (in particular) perfectly well.

Laios and Falin gave money to an old comrade who got injured and couldn't work. That person then healed up but kept taking their money. Then he used the money to start smuggling illicit goods to the island.

The key is that for Kabru, the problem here is the same as with the corpse retrievers - people using the dungeon's resources to fuel dangerous, selfish, or violent pursuits cause problems for the island, attract more criminals and people with motives other than breaking the curse, and increase the chances of the whole situation ending in tragedy.

Kabru is willing to work with the Shadow Lord of the island if it gets him to his goal - he isn't scrupulous - but the criminal element of the island increasing is something he sees as a major issue.

Also, when you're evaluating someone as a candidate for power, riches, secrets, potentially kingship - then being curious about how the money you give to people is going to be used is kind of a relevant trait!

Interpersonally, Kabru's actually very easygoing - I mean, Mickbell isn't exactly an upstanding guy, is he! But Kabru likes him and they get along well. These traits wouldn't be a problem at all in a friend, or a comrade, or someone Kabru was confident he could use. But he can't get a handle on Laios, and Laios is someone who has the potential to be a major player!

On Laios' end, this is the same as with the marriage seeker who joined their party. She kept asking for things and he gave them to her, because he tries to be nice to others. He even gives her money! It's the exact same thing.

That's fine, but it became a problem because he basically wasn't interested in her motives, didn't notice she was trying to manipulate him, and it also didn't occur to him that the other party members would notice or be affected. We can assume the situation with the gold peeler is the same. When Kabru says that "It's not that they're bad people, they just aren't interested in humans," he isn't wrong.

The extent to which this is true of Laios is linked to his autism imo, (because it isn't just disinterest - he genuinely isn't able to notice nonverbal cues that people are lying to him or have ulterior motives) but to a greater or lesser extent I think it's a very common trait. Most people aren't actually that interested in other people who aren't close to them. Kabru is the weird one here. It isn't an issue except as a leader - which is why we see an immediate comparison to the Island's Lord, because that's how Kabru is evaluating them.

And disinterest in/lack of ability with people to the extent Laios exhibits it, it does, actually, make him a worse leader... it's just that as we see in the story, people can help him out. The rest of the party tell him the marriage seeker is taking advantage of him so he tells her he can't give her special treatment anymore. They're pissed and it's a crisis point - he couldn't have recovered their trust without Marcille and Falin - but that's exactly the point. With Marcille and Falin, he was able to recover their trust.

And he has other good traits that make up for it, such as his intelligence, strategic knowledge, open-mindedness and sense of fairplay.

Kabru doesn't disqualify Laios as a candidate based on what he sees about him from afar, though - he still tries very hard to get close to him, obviously hoping that if he manages he can steer Laios to defeat the dungeon and make up for his lack of people-skills in the aftermath. (Which... he does eventually achieve that goal!) He completely fails until the events of the story, so... definitely I think "They just aren't interested in humans" could also partially be a stung reaction to Laios' complete disinterest in him.

Anyway, that's my read on what exactly Kabru's "issue" with Laios is. Obviously, once he does find out what Laios' true nature is like - about his love for monsters - he develops an entirely new set of fears about Laios' priorities. But since Laios kept that a secret until the start of the story, he has no idea of that yet.

Given all that, I think it's interesting that he says that he doesn't think that the Toudens are suitable to defeat the dungeon, and that he's hoping they'll turn out to be the thieves. As some of his few potential candidates, people who he thinks may play a big role in the island's future, you'd think he'd hope they would be good people!

I suppose it's better, in his eyes, because it means that he's involved in something "interesting". They haven't just had their stuff stolen by regular criminals (boring, puts them further away from his goal) - they've been caught up in the beginning stages of "a historic event". The desperate and dwindling group forgetting morals in their quest to retrieve their lost comrade probably appeals to his sense of melodrama. Because he also just... loves drama.

Despite it being "uglier than anything he was expecting", he still pursues Laios as the person he wants to conquer the dungeon pretty much as soon as it becomes clear that he won't be able to do it himself and they are out of time. That's because... well, to be fair, there aren't any other options. And he fits standard A: he's short-lived!

and Kabru still hopes he can fit standard B, too, and be persuaded to use the power he wins for good. No matter how many nightmares he has about Laios, or whether he thinks about killing him. He doubts him, but ultimately he puts his faith in him and seems happy after the manga's ending that he made the right decision.

[nateezfics]

i hope requests are still open, can you please do atz with a breeding kink?

ATEEZ WITH A BREEDING KINK

PAIRING — ateez x reader

GENRE — smut, romance, established relationship, boyfriend!ateez, parent!wooyoung, fem bodied!reader, sub!reader, soft dom!ateez

WARNINGS — smut, unprotected sex//creampie (wrap it before you tap it, folks!), breeding//impreg kink, cum play, cum eating, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, choking, shower sex, dirty talk//sexual language, intentional lower case and small font, intentional word abbreviations

WORD COUNT — 1.8k

SUMMARY — ateez breeding you.

HONGJOONG

a sharp thrust, and then another. the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, accompanied by the harmonies of moans and curses. the grip around your throat tightened, and all you could do was surrender your body to the pleasure coursing through you.

lips were at your ear. “you’re squeezing my cock so fucking good, baby,” hongjoong whispered, voice raspy with exertion and desire. his hips were brutal and grip firm. “gonna make me cum. gonna fill this pussy up so full. would you like that, huh?”

your nails dug weakly into his back as you tried to hold onto the last vestiges of your coherence. the lack of proper air and the promise of his hot seed had your mind reeling. you managed a nod and small whimper.

hongjoong smirked and lifted his head to peer down at you, enjoying the fucked out expression on your face. “i’ll breed this little pussy of yours, and you’re gonna take every last drop, yeah?”

his cock struck a chord deep inside and you spiraled into ecstasy with a hoarse whisper of his name. your own high urged him to his own, and just like he promised, he filled your hole with his seed, and you cried as you felt its warmth.

“you take me so good. so fucking good, baby.”

SEONGHWA

“fuck,” seonghwa groaned, hands pushing your thighs into the mattress and putting your pussy on full display. he was awestruck at the sight of you, your sex pretty and swollen and leaking his cum. “you’re so dirty.”

your cheeks grew hot at his words and at the feeling of his eyes examining your most intimate area. “s-stop staring.”

one of seonghwa brows quirked as he regarded you, a look of disbelief on his handsome face. “stop staring? how can i stop when your pussy is so beautiful.” his palms skated across your inner thighs until his thumbs were at your pussy, spreading your folds open to watch as his cum gushed out. “your pussy always looks the most beautiful after being fucked and bred so good.”

you didn’t have much time to process what he did next. his face dove between your thighs and his tongue licked a stripe up your slit before you could react, a choked moan falling from your mouth at the contact. “seonghwa!”

seonghwa laughed against you while he reveled in the mixed taste of you and him. “we can’t let all this cum go to waste, now can we?” his tongue was plunging between your folds in the next second, pushing all of his cum back into your hole.

YUNHO

your hands dug into the sheets while your spine arched uncomfortably. there wasn’t much you could do to brace yourself against his powerful thrusts except to take every bit of what he was giving you. you cried out as his cock churned your insides and battered that sweet spot repeatedly. you’d already cum a few times, overstimulation having you on the brink of pleasure and pain.

your slick and his seed dripped down your thighs; you were so full you were literally spilling, but yunho was determined to fill you up even more. “you can take some more, can’t you? this pussy was meant to be bred.”

you whimpered into the mattress as your body shook. “s’much, yunho. so full. can’t take anymore.”

yunho laughed at your small voice. “yes, you can. you can take one more load. i just can’t stop until i’ve properly bred you.” his voice was soft, a stark contrast to the way his hips pistoned into your backside hard enough to shake the bed frame. “you’re gonna look so pretty all round with our kid inside you.”

you yelped when he leaned over you, the size of him overwhelming you. his cock reached deeper at this angle, and it felt like there were wildfires on every nerve of your body.

“now, be good and take some more, baby.”

YEOSANG

“god, baby. you’re milking me so fucking good.” yeosang had you trapped in a mating press, your knees by your head. his cock was throbbing inside you; he was so close to cumming, and with the way he battered your sweet spot, so were you.

“yeosang, you’re so deep!” in this state it was impossible for your brain to comprehend much of anything outside of the way he filled you to the brim and stretched you wide. you were delirious, so drunk on his cock. “‘m gonna cum…”

he huffed, hot breath fanning your cheek. “yeah? you’re gonna cum? me too, baby. where do you me to cum?” there was an urgency to his voice.

“inside me, please.”

yeosang groaned, cock twitching at your plea. “inside you? want me to fill you up?”

you wanted, no, needed to be full of him in every sense. “y-yes! fill me up! i can take it, i promise.”

you were both reaching your ends at once, unraveling together with sighs and curses. your walls spasmed around him, coaxing every last drop of milky cum out of him. and you took every bit until you were leaking around him.

yeosang panted as his forehead rested against yours, cock still throbbing from the aftershocks of pleasure. “fuck, i love when i get to breed you like this.”

SAN

“god damn it.” your cunt had a tight grip on san’s cock, pulling him in like you never wanted to let him go. he bottomed out again and stilled, cock twitching with need to release while he was trying so hard to keep that from happening just yet. “god, this pussy of yours, baby. gonna get us in trouble.”

you whined at his stillness. you pushed your ass back into him to urge him to move, desperate for the orgasm that was now slipping away. “just cum inside me, san.”

he groaned and groped your ass while he attempted to hang on to his sanity. “cum inside you? want me to breed you, is that it?”

you shouldn’t have found him breeding you so hot. it was a dangerous game, but you wanted to play nonetheless. “yes, sannie. please.”

you were beginning to flutter around him, obviously aroused from the thought of his cum filling you up. san resumed his pace, fucking your tight pussy until you were unraveling around him. he fell apart right after you, spilling into you with a low groan falling off his tongue. and later when he watched the way his seed dripped from your hole, he knew he’d found his new addiction. “fuck it. one kid won’t hurt anyway.”

MINGI

“you want more?”mingi’s deep voice reverberated inside the steamy shower, as did the wet slaps of his hips against yours. he held you in place against the shower wall, your legs wrapped around his slim waist.

you moaned into his ear just as your hands gripped at his soaked hair. “please, mingi. i want more.”

he groaned at your cute voice. “are you sure your little pussy can take more? you’ve already taken so much…”

“fill me up again, please. i want your cum.” you were so delirious on his cock, begging for him as if he hadn’t fucked you full of his cum twice already.

mingi nipped at your neck as his cock twitched, your pussy clamping down on him so tight he felt like he could’ve lost his mind. you had milked him of everything he could give, but here you were, crying for more. and how could he resist you when you sounded so cute? “you’re so desperate for my cock and my seed. you’re so fucking,” a sharp thrust, “adorable.”

you clawed at his back as he drove into you deeper, harder. you were slipping and sliding against the wet wall, but mingi held you in his embrace securely even while his thrusts grew more erratic by the second.

“okay, baby. take my cum. take all of it like the good little cum slut you are.”

WOOYOUNG

“oh my god, wooyoung,” you huffed just as he bent you over the countertop, your dress hiked up and panties pushed to the side as he entered you. “we gotta go pick up the kids from my parents. we can’t – fuck – be late.”

wooyoung’s hips were swift and sharp, driving his cock into you so good it had your back arching. he took you over the kitchen counter, too fucking pussy drunk to even attempt leaving the house just yet. “need to fuck you first. need to fill you up.” he felt like he was a dog in heat with the way this primal need overwhelmed him.

you moaned as he hit that perfect spot inside you. he was fucking you in a frenzy, in a way that was going to have both of you cumming as quickly as possible. “wooyoung, ‘m not gonna last.”

wooyoung’s cock throbbed. “fuck, baby, neither am i,” his hands locked around your hips as he used them for leverage to fuck into you harder. “gonna fill you up, okay? gonna put another baby inside you. how does that sound? would you like that?”

your eyes rolled into your skull. “yes, f-fuck!”

wooyoung emptied himself inside you soon after, and the feeling of his hot cum inside you tipped you over the edge. he let you ride out your high, groaning as your cunt sucked him in and took every last drop from him. “just like that, baby. milk my cock.”

JONGHO

a deep plunge, a firm palm on your lower belly. “god, baby. you’re so full. how does your little pussy take me so well every time?” jongho’s thick cock stretched you wide with every dip of his hips, his palm feeling the bulge in your belly.

the pressure of his hand on your abdomen accompanied by his cock reaching deep inside had you at a loss for words. you were dumb with pleasure; the only thing that mattered to you was him.

jongho enjoyed the sight of you speechless from the pleasure. he pressed into you more firmly, and the whine that escaped you was immediate. “gonna cum inside you, gonna claim that womb of yours. think you can take it all, baby?”

you mewled at the meaning of his words, at the idea of him claiming you fully and completely. your cunt twitched with excitement, signaling to him you were already so close to falling apart. “y-yes.”

he smiled down at you lovingly. his eyes watched his hand as it remained firm against your lower belly. “you’re gonna look so beautiful pregnant, belly round as it grows to accommodate our baby. tell me, you gonna let me fuck you when you’re pregnant, hm?”

you groaned. god, he was ruining you. breaking you down. you didn’t utter a word this time, just offered him a whimper and nod of your head.

jongho picked up the pace, his hand leaving your belly to grasp a hold of one of yours, interlocking your fingers. “good, now lay back and let me fuck you full of my seed.”

AUTHOR’S NOTES — “créme de la penis” lmao.

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[alltimefail]

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Third, everyone needs to sign and keep circulating the petition. We've surpassed 5,000 signatures in a day which is fantastic, but we need more. Get everyone you know to sign it; tell them it takes no more than 15 seconds. Be annoying until they do it just to shut you up.

Fourth, request "Dead Boy Detectives Season 2" through Netflix's support website. It's a small thing but if we all do this a couple times a day it will get their attention. They really do vet these suggestions, and an influx of requests for a canceled show will raise eyebrows.

Lastly, if you decide to write Netflix (via email or a letter - their office address has been floating around) please remember to stay concise and professional. Don't curse at them, don't call names. State that you are disappointed with the cancellation of the show, maybe add an anecdote about what it meant to you, and I would even recommend attaching some articles that emphasize people's displeasure with the platform abandoning shows on a whim and Netflix's flippant attitude toward queer shows in particular. Dead Boy Detective Agency on Twitter has retweeted every article on this topic so far, you can find their page here.

You can also use graphics such as the ones below to affirm that the cancellation was unjust.

(Source 1, Source 2)

I know this feels like a lot: know your limits and take care of yourself. Whether you do every single one of these things or just a few of these things, every llittle bit helps!

Even in the worst case scenario where nothing changes, this gesture will mean so much to everyone who made this show. We owe it to the writers, cast, crew, and each other to TRY. We can all agree that this show deserves at least another season and if Netflix isn't going to do it, they need to be open to selling it to someone who will. We cannot keep allowing them to axe these queer and diverse shows with little regard for their customers and their employees, but also because it sets a harmful standard in the industry that is destroying television.

Let's crack this case and bring our agency back! I truly believe in this community!! 💜 We can do this!!

If there are any spelling errors or issues with links let me know! I did this on mobile because I want to mobilize this information as quickly as possible! I'll be adding on to this with new developments and can answer any questions you all might have. Lets save our show!

[enhalouv]

hyung line - when you want his attention while he's on the phone

a/n: another lil easing in w some pov !! hope u enjoy hehe

pairing: enha hyung line x fem!reader

warning: SMUT!, corporate!enha hyung line, derogative language (c!nt), oral, unprotected sex, voyeur, public-ish sex, a mention of a foot, cursing, lil dub-con

w.c: 1,541

Heeseung

“Well, I’ll be in the office quite late, so there shouldn’t be a problem with finishing it.”

Heeseung’s playing with the papers on his desk, a contract awaiting his signature. He knows it’s important, but it’s 3 hours past work hours and he’s finding it difficult to concentrate on the vital information dump. 

Nonetheless, he tries his best. Soon enough, he finds himself absorbed in hearing what his colleague says regarding a business deal they’re both working on. 

He’s so distracted, he almost misses you walking in. 

Almost. 

It’s hard to miss you when you’re in the lingerie set he brought you back from his business meeting in London. You look beautiful. Heeseung leans back on his chair, hand gripping the armrest as he shifts his legs forward to relieve the pressure of his growing erection. 

The set was something he noticed in the shop window of a high-end sex store. Heeseung imagined your beautiful body gripped tight by the material of the lingerie. He hadn’t even hesitated to buy it, disregarding the quadruple-digit price tag entirely. The lingerie was barely concealing anything. Mesh and lace exactly hugging your skin the way Heeseung knew it would. God, he’s drooling. 

“Well, the client needs to confirm the fee estimate before we can get started. But he’s barely responding…”

The voice of his colleague flows in one ear and out the other, his attention solely on the way you stroll into his room. His breath hitches when you drop onto your knees in front of him. 

“Pay attention to your call, Hee. It must be important.” You’re being cheeky. Lips pulled into an innocent smile like you’re not working to unbuckle his belt. 

Heeseung’s straining through his slacks, his grip on the armrest of his chair tightening as you palm his cock. 

“Heeseung?”

His attention gets drawn back by the call of his name. “Yes?”

“Were you listening?”

“Sorry,” Heeseung chuckles, a hand going to grip the back of your head as you mouth at his cock through his underwear. “Just got a bit distracted there, what did you say?”

“I was saying…”

The call drifts out of his mind, his phone dangling precariously in his fingers. His business partner continues to update him on something- Heeseung doesn’t care. All he cares about is the warmth your wet mouth provides as you suck his cock down your throat. 

Jongseong

You’d been acting up. Whined and tugged at Jay to give you attention while he answered an important work call. 

You were being a brat. 

Jay wasn’t so nice when you acted out. So, now you’re on all fours, being pounded by your boyfriend from behind. A hand firmly covering your mouth to prevent any noise from coming out, less the person on the other end hearing how Jay makes your head spin. 

He’s relentless with his thrusts, a hand pushes your back into a deeper curve, and the other holds a phone to his ear. He’s responding with a steady voice, one that doesn’t give away the way he’s got you unravelling on his cock. 

“Actually,” Jay cuts the other person off, slowing down his thrusts and pushing in deeper. “Can you relay that to my assistant, she’ll be much better at ensuring this job gets completed.” 

You’re barely paying attention, the new pace making you drool from how deep your boyfriend is going. 

“She’s here right now, let me pass you to her.”

Without hesitation, Jay leans forward pushing deeper into you and puts his phone against your ear. You begin to panic as Jay shows no signs of stopping. What the actual fuck is he thinking?

“Hello?”

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!

“Go on, love,” Jay’s voice is low as he speaks to you, careful to not let it get caught by the phone’s microphone. “Answer him.”

You grip the phone hard against your ear, trying to breathe deeply to steady your voice before responding, “Yes, h-hello, I’m Jay’s assistant. Please c-continue.”

The voice on the other end filters in and Jay’s being kinder and slowing down his thrusts, hips resting against your ass as he pushes shallowly into you. You’re thankful that he wasn’t being heartless, and you try your hardest to listen to what’s being said. 

But before long, your hand slaps against your mouth as Jay pushes your back as deep as it curves and grips your hips and thrusts in so deep, you see stars. Jay begins a brutal pace, uncaring of how hard you’re trying to be quiet. 

You’re absolutely fucked. 

Jaeyun

He should be listening to his colleague on the other end of the call. This was an important business deal that would cost his company thousands if he fucks it up. 

But you’re right in front of him with two fingers deep in your cunt, and his attention was otherwise occupied. There’s no way his eyes, let alone mind, could drift from the way you play with your pretty pussy.

You’re spread out on his desk, one leg up and the other hanging between his own. The heel of your foot presses against his hard-on, the pressure not being enough for his cock. His hips subconsciously grind up into it, his slacks straining against his thighs at the motion.

“Will you be in tomorrow? I want us to delegate some tasks to the team.”

Jake hums absentmindedly, lips tucked between his teeth as you slip your fingers out and lead them up to your mouth. He tries his best not to groan into the receiver as you lick your fingers clean, spit dribbling out your mouth in an obscene mess. 

Fuck this. 

He puts his phone on speaker and places it on the other end of his desk. With his now free hands, he grabs your hips and pulls you closer to the edge of his table and immediately shoves his face in between your thighs, desperate to taste your sweet cunt. 

Your thighs wrap around his head, hands gripping his hair tightly as his tongue flicks against your clit and slides against you. His fingers creep up your leg making you shiver. You're straining hard to be quiet, biting onto the palm you've clasped over your mouth.

Jake's fingers circle your hole, huffing out a laugh when your whole body jerks at his teasing, and slides two in. He works two digits into your cunt, cum squelching as he pushes in deep. His mouth is back on your clit, sucking the sensitive nub into his mouth, loving the way you tense in his hold.

“Jake, you there? What was that sound?”

Parting from your clit, Jake still fucks his fingers into you. Uncaring of the way you're gripping his dress shirt, eyes squeezed tight as you're nearing closer and closer to orgasm. There's no way he's going to stop now.

“Yeah,” Jake sighed, his voice strained. “I'm listening. Just getting ready to head to the gym. Uh- stretching and stuff.”

“oh, okay… anyways-"

Jake doesn't hesitate to get his mouth onto your cunt just as you shake in his hold, cumming straight on his tongue. So worth it.

Sunghoon

Sunghoon’s barely paying attention to his boss in the other line as it is, but the moment you walk in with the cute loungewear set he bought you, his attention entirely zeros in on you. 

The shorts are tiny and ride up your thighs as you walk towards him. There’s a cheeky smile on your face, and Sunghoon should know by now that’s never a good sign. But really, he can’t find his attention deterring from how glorious your legs look. 

With no words being exchanged, you perch yourself on his lap. Sunghoon’s free arm immediately wraps around your waist, and he pulls you in close. He stretches his arm out with the phone so the microphone doesn’t pick up the chaste kiss he leaves on your lips.

“Hi there, darling.”

Sunghoon is infatuated with you, eyes never straying away from your face. He can’t find himself caring about the possible reprimanding he’ll get tomorrow for not listening to his boss’ instructions. His girl is in his lap, looking unbelievably gorgeous and grinding down into his half-hard cock. 

Wait. 

His mind short-circuits as you continue to roll your hips, a devious smile on your face as you watch Sunghoon’s reactions. 

You pull his pants down until they’re halfway down his thighs, gripping his cock to stroke him a few times. Sunghoon’s hips jump at the contact, thighs tensing at the feeling. 

You eventually lift yourself up with Sunghoon’s help, pulling your shorts to the side to show your dripping cunt. No panties. Good God. 

Your hips circle the tip of his cock, teasing. He hisses when you slide down on his cock, you’re tight and so, so warm it has his head tossing back in pleasure. 

“Sorry? What was that, Sunghoon?”

His boss’ voice filters through and Sunghoon has to remind himself he’s actually on a phone call. But the way you’re rolling your hips in his lap is making it a difficult task to remember. 

“Ah, sorry, I just got a paper cut,” he lets out a fake chuckle, gripping your ass harder. 

You continue to bounce on his cock and Sunghoon continues to lose his mind.

[mrsimpurity]

his (very naughty) lady luck

pairing: logan howlett x fem!reader

cw: smut (18+), fingering, daddy kink, car sex (kinda?)

The strong smell of tobacco fills your nostrils and the abhorrent voices of men, who, frankly speaking, are ogling you like a fresh piece of meat, fill the dimly lit bar. Anyone with half a brain could see that you were out of your element, your skirt, which was invitingly short, causing the men around the table to burst into wholehearted laughter the second you walked in. Their repugnant cackles died out as soon as they noticed who you were accompanied by, your hound of a boyfriend causing them to stiffen. Nevertheless, you were not there to entertain those bastards. Your attention tonight was required somewhere way more special.

Just as you began to zone out, the hand on your thigh squeezed hard enough to bring you back into reality. 

“What d’ya think, baby?” Logan asks, cigar hanging from his mouth ever so leisurely.

You shift in his lap, raising a manicured finger to your lips in pretend thought. “Raise.” You say absentmindedly, turning your attention back to Logan and beginning to fiddle with the buttons of his shirt.

You can hear a couple of remarks being thrown around, as well as a couple of curses, but nothing that would ever in the slightest be able to upset you. As stupid as they were, the men around the table knew exactly when to shut their mouths. 

“You heard the lady.” your boyfriend says as he puts the poker chips forward on the table. 

The men continue to scoff and murmur, but none of them decide to fold. 

“Showdown time.” you say proudly, as Logan slams his cards face-up on the table. You both let out a chuckle as the guys around the table slowly start raising their voices, creeping around the very thin line (which they should never cross, especially in front of Logan) regarding the way they speak about you. 

Four of a kind. You smile as you see the one and two pairs on the table.

Logan turns his head to face you and slams his lips on yours triumphantly, grabbing the back of your head. The taste of his whiskey tainted lips sends a shiver down your spine as you slowly start to tune out all the whistles and crude comments. Oblivious to the four pairs of eyes staring holes at you, you slowly grind your panty-covered pussy against his thigh, begging for the smallest bit of friction to satisfy you, growing awfully tired of the mundane atmosphere. Logan pulls away from the kiss right as he senses that things are starting to escalate, getting impatient for the moment the two of you’ll get back home so he can have you all to himself.

“Stay put, baby, let’s finish the game and Daddy’ll take care of you. Hm? How’s that sound?” he murmurs in your ear, stroking the back of your head. 

Batting your eyelashes up at him, you let out a disappointed “mhm”, accompanied by a nod, and go back to fiddling with the buttons of his shirt. 

Three rounds go by, all of which Logan wins with your help. As the poker chips on the table next to him multiply, your patience starts growing thin. His after-round kisses don’t satisfy you anymore, and after being scolded with a slap to your thigh at your second attempt to grind your hips into him, you’d become sullen. 

“I think we should call it a night.” Logan announces to the table, putting out his cigar and grabbing his winnings in evident hurry.

Five minutes later, you’re in the passenger seat, arms crossed, looking out the window. You wait for Logan to start driving, but the familiar turn of the keys never comes, so you’re urged to look at him. He’s staring right at your pouting face, brow raised in question. 

“Why the long face, hm? Come here.” Logan asks. You hesitate for a second, but quickly move into the driver seat, settling down in his lap. His hands put two stray strands of hair behind your ears and cup your face in his palms. The frown on your face remains as Logan stretches a thumb out to caress your cheek.

“Jus’ wanted you to touch me.” you mutter, leaning into his embrace and settling your head on his chest. Logan lets out a chuckle, cradling your head in his arm while rubbing circles on your back.

“My poor baby. You wanted Daddy to touch you that badly? In front of everyone? Come on pup, you know better than that.” he scolds lovingly, never stopping his soft touches and caresses all over your body in poor attempts to soothe you.

You lean back, taking in the man in front of you. Small scars and a scruffy beard adorn his handsome face, “Sorry.” you grab the dog tag on his neck to yet again fidget with something, but Logan stops you and takes your hand in his. 

“Show me where you wanted Daddy to touch you, pup.” he tells you as a smile begins to grow on your face. Your fingers, enwrapped in his, begin a path down your navel, get under your skirt and stop at the newly formed wet patch on your pink panties. 

“Right here.” your voice fills the car, but you’re still unsure, like there’s a tad of uneasiness lingering in the air, Logan’s eyes and presence making you unbelievably nervous. 

“You want me to get you off, is that it, baby?” he asks. 

You nod, “I want your fingers inside.” your hand still in his, you grab one of his fingers and gently stroke your clit through your panties, a small moan escaping your lips from the simple friction. Eager to touch you, Logan grabs your waist and picks you up, back now pressed against his chest and legs spread over his thighs. He doesn’t miss a beat, bunching your skirt up around your waist. Nudging your panties to the side, Logan spreads your folds with one hand. His fingers smear your arousal and begin rubbing tauntingly slow circles on your clit.

“Fuck, Lo. I need more.” you plead, thrashing in his arms and grinding your hips to alleviate the almost painful sensation pooling in your core.

Logan slides a finger inside, increasing his pace on your puffy clit. You shut your eyes in pleasure, mouth forming an “o”, taking everything he’s giving you. Another finger joins the first one and you nearly scream as he begins pumping his digits in and out of you, your cunt embarrassingly slick with your arousal, velvety walls clenching around his fingers. Your mind begins working on autopilot, lifting your hips up and down absentmindedly against Logan’s palm as his digits grind against that spongy spot, forcing you to try and shut your legs closed.

“Fucking yourself on my fingers, huh, pup?” Logan murmurs in the crook of your neck, the hold he has on your thigh keeping your legs open.

“Please, Logan, ‘m so close.” you say, face red from the pure filth he’s whispering in your ear, the lewd sounds of your wet cunt filling the space in the car.

With another stroke to your swollen clit, Logan sends you over the edge. Whimpers escape your mouth as you grind against his hand, riding out the remnants of your orgasm.

Logan’s voice comforts you as his movements slow, a tender hand remaining on your thigh, massaging it, “That’s it, baby. There you go.” he hushes, delivering two gentle slaps to your cunt and rubbing it soothingly. You exhale, chest heaving, head leaning back to meet Logan’s eyes. Your hand grabs his two fingers - the ones that were just inside of you - and you bring them up to your mouth. Slowly kissing and placing kitten licks on the tips of his fingers, you start grinding against his thigh. Finally, you put his fingers inside your mouth, tongue swirling around his digits. Logan’s eyes remain on yours as you suck his fingers, moving your hips at your own pace. He brings his hand up to your head, petting and stroking your hair. The tender action humorously contrasts the lewd position you’re in - half-naked, humping his thigh with his fingers in your mouth.

“You wanna please Daddy, baby?” 

Eyes filled with desire, and voice muffled by his digits still inside your mouth, you reply, “Mhm.”

Logan grabs you by the back of your neck as you take his fingers out of your mouth with a pop. His lips meet yours and the kiss is surprisingly gentle, considering the growing bulge in his pants which you’ve blatantly been ignoring until now. You moan into his mouth at the contact, still needy. “Let’s go home then, pup. I can tell you’re tired.” Logan mutters in between kisses, “I’ll take care of you properly, alright? I promise.”  

Your mouth tightens into a frown again, but you don’t argue, no matter how eager you are to please him. Honestly speaking, you are tired, and you have no doubts that your boyfriend will keep his promise to you.

Logan murmurs against your lips with a smile again, this time referring to the poker game the two of you had just swept. “My lady luck.”