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I just wanted to say Tim saying Reader isn't his sister yet still caring much deeper for her then he'll admit and she's ever known to the point he seems jelouse of Damian makes me so excited to see more about his true thoughts and feelings. I hope the characters get to relize the ways they have messed up and been horrible to her from the start.
Also I kinda hope Jason gets to find out about his sister dying and coming back I feel like if anyone could understand her anger and pain about going in to a situation to help people alone and ending up dying feeling abandoned and unloved only to come back and have people like Dick trying to force fix there relashionship it would be him especially if she's come back diffrent or "wrong"
the batfam will definitely realize the ways they messed up in the future chapters.
and yeah youâre completely right. if anyone can understand what current reader is going through, itâll definitely be jason. but thereâs a lot of layers of misunderstandings that reader and jason have to get over first before they can even get to the point of understanding what they are both going through⌠(heâll find outânot so soon though)
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what mapi did is really gross and wrong. Why she said is something only she and the other player know so I feel like getting involved in that is not right, but the touching? That is not okay AT ALL. There is NO reason for her to make that move on the pitch or ever. She is literally standing still and from this angle, looks like inappropriate touching.
she should know better than this and it is not right of her to do this. Iâm kind of glad that Barca posted that apology and it feels like it might be a small step in the right direction. She deserves ban from games for a long time or from the club
she never apologised for making daniela uncomfortable in the first place. her entire statement was basically "me me me". the end bit where's shes like "I am disappointed...BECAUSE OF PEOPLE DEFAMING ME"
ending her statement with "I'll be taking legal action" is so fucking shitty and its coming off as a direct threat towards daniela
at the end of the day, daniela deserves a direct and proper apology and whatever resolution she thinks is necessary
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SABRINA CARPENTER for Sabrina's Brown Sugar Shakin' Espresso at Dunkin'
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girl hear me out âźď¸
how the exos react when they see you⌠play w yourself? đŤ đĽľ
exo x f!reader ; ty for this spicy req nonnie babie <3333333
content: 18+/mdni 5.1k+ words. explicit language. established relationships. voyeurism. mild humiliation kink. power dynamics. dirty talk. pet names. light degradation. teasing. filthy praise. mutual masturbation (sehun omGGGG). overstimulation. sensory play. edging.
⢠jongin
the door creaks open.
âhey baby, iâm homeââ
he stops.
the sound of his voice shatters the silence, and your entire body locks up.
fuck.
your breath catches, the pleasure that had been coiling in your belly instantly snapping into something elseâshock, panic, raw, pulsing heat.
your fingers freeze in place. your body tenses.
your heart is pounding, slamming against your ribs, so loud you swear he can hear it.
you were so close. so lost in it, wrapped in the slow, building pleasure, drowning in itâso deep that you hadnât even heard him come in.
but now?
now, heâs here.
watching.
jongin stands in the doorway, one hand clenched around the doorknob, the other still gripping his phone, his entire body frozen mid-stepâstuck between hesitation and realization.
his expression is unreadable, his dark eyes dragging over you in a slow, deliberate sweep, taking in everything.
the way your chest rises and falls in uneven breaths.
the sheen of heat still clinging to your skin.
the trembling in your thighs that betrays just how deep into it you were.
his silence is suffocating, thick with an unspoken tension that coils tighter with every second he just stands there.
your breath catches.
heat rushes up your neck, shame wrapping around your ribs like a vice, crashing over you in heavy, suffocating waves.
your body reacts on instinct.
move. hide. disappear.
but the moment your fingers twitch toward the sheetsâbefore you can even think about yanking them over yourselfâ
he moves first.
his lips curl.
slow. knowing. lethal.
the kind of smirk that doesnât just see through youâit sees into you.
shit.
âyou expect me to just stand here and watch?â
his voice is lowâthick, weighted, dripping with something dark and hungry.
the air shifts, suddenly too hot, too heavy, too thick, wrapping around you like a second skin, making your breath stutter in your throat.
your entire body burns.
his name barely makes it past your lips, voice weak, trembling, unsure.
âiââ
you donât even know what youâre trying to say. an excuse? an apology? a plea?
but it doesnât matter.
because he moves.
slow. deliberate. calculated.
the soft click of the door shutting behind him feels final. like a lock turning. like a decision already made.
his head tilts slightly, dark eyes tracing over every inch of you, his gaze heavy, consuming, like heâs already imagining how youâll come undone beneath him.
like heâs deciding where to start.
his fingers drop to the buckle of his belt, toying with it, his smirk never wavering. never softening.
ânah, baby,â he murmurs, taking another step forward, his voice a slow, lazy drawlâamused. teasing. dangerous.
âyou donât get to act shy now.â
his knee presses against the edge of the bed, sinking slightly into the mattress as he looms over you.
heâs too close. too much.
his presence fills the space, thick and all-consuming, until itâs the only thing you can feel, the only thing you can breathe.
you donât move. canât move.
his lips hover just above your ear, so close you can feel the warmth of his breath ghosting over your skinâhot, teasing, intoxicating.
âsince you already got started without meâŚâ
his voice is low, a slow, deliberate drawl, dripping with mocking amusement.
his fingers lift, tracing the curve of your jaw, soft, teasing, possessive, tilting your face up until youâre forced to look at him.
nowhere to hide.
no escape.
only him.
his smirk deepens, dark eyes flickering downwardâstraight to where your hand still lingers between your thighs.
you should pull away. you should close your legs, turn away, do something.
but your body betrays you.
your fingers twitch, hesitating.
your thighs tremble, still aching for more.
his smirk widens.
âi think itâs only fair,â he murmurs, his voice smooth, smug, dangerous, âthat i help you finish.â
his fingers slide in, replacing yours.
hotter. crueler. devastatingly better.
your breath catchesâsharp, broken.
his control is maddening. he doesnât rush, doesnât give in to urgency.
instead, he takes his time.
dragging it out. making you beg. making you his.
⢠chanyeol
the moment he steps into the room, he freezes.
his hand tightens around the doorknob, knuckles going white as his gaze locks onto the sight in front of himâyou.
sprawled out on the bed, legs parted, fingers buried deep between your thighs. your body writhing, breathy little whimpers spilling from your lips, eyes squeezed shut as you chase your high.
fuck.
for a second, he just stands there, blinking, like his brain is short-circuiting.
like heâs struggling to process the fact that his girl is lying there, touching herself, completely lost in pleasureâwithout him.
and that?
yeah, thatâs not gonna fly.
âyou really couldn't wait for me, huh?â
his voice comes out lower than he expected, gravelly, dripping with something dangerous.
your entire body jolts, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as your head snaps up.
âch-chanyeol? i-i didnât hear you come inââ
his eyes drag over you, slow, deliberate, drinking in every ruined inch of you.
your thighs still twitching.Â
your chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths.Â
your fingers, still coated in your own slick.
fucking hell.
you already look wrecked, and he hasnât even touched you yet.
âplease, continue.â
he steps closer, slowly, deliberately, savoring the way you shudder under his gaze.
like a predator closing in on his prey.
âsince you were so eager to do it without meâŚâ
he smirks, tilting his head, watching the way your fingers hesitate between your thighs.
âfinish what you started.â
your breath catches.
âiââ
his tongue flicks out, swiping over his bottom lip as he watches you struggle.
teasing. taunting. testing you.
âwhat?â his voice is deep, laced with amusement.
âyou were just so into it a second ago.â
his gaze is relentless, unyielding, burning straight through you.
âdonât get all shy now.â
your entire body flushes, heat spreading across your skin like a wildfire.
but the way heâs watching youâwaitingâdaring you to keep going...
itâs too much.
your fingers tremble, but you do it.
hesitant, slow, just a little embarrassed, but when you touch yourself againâ
he groans.
low and deep in his throat.
like watching you is physically affecting him.
âfuck,â he mutters under his breath, running a hand through his hair, the muscles in his jaw tensing.
he doesnât even hesitate.
his hands move to the hem of his shirt, tugging it over his head in one swift motion, tossing it aside carelessly.
your breath catches as your eyes trail over himâbroad shoulders, toned chest, the deep ridges of his abs, the sharp dip of his v-line disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans.
his fingers work quickly, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants, freeing himself.
âgoddamn,â he mutters, palming himself, already so achingly hard.
âyou're gonna make me lose my fucking mind.â
before you can react, heâs climbing onto the bed, hovering over you, his body radiating heat.
his eyes burn with something wild. something primal.
he watches your fingers move against yourself, his lips parting slightly, his breathing heavier.
and thenâhis hand wraps around your wrist.
firm. possessive. grounding.
âlemme help, baby,â he murmurs, brushing your hand away to take over.
his fingers replace yours, slipping between your folds, teasing, exploring.
âsince you clearly need me so bad.â
youâre completely at his mercy now.
⢠sehun
he was just coming to grab his phone charger.
but when he steps inside and sees you, everything stills.
his breath. his movements. his entire body.
holy shit.
the lazy, indifferent air that usually surrounds him is gone. in its place, something sharper. darker. hungrier.
his expression shifts, amusement flickering in his eyes as they darken, dragging over your bare skin, the way your chest rises and falls in sharp, uneven breaths.
the way your thighs tremble, still parted, still aching.
caught. helpless. ruined.
âtsk.â
the sound clicks from his tongue, disappointed. teasing. entertained.
you barely have time to react before heâs moving closer.
your pulse jumps. panic and heat war inside you as you scramble to yank the sheets over yourself, but before you can, his fingers wrap firmly around your wrist.
stopping you. grounding you. owning you.
âdonât.â
his voice is low. steady. final.
your breath catches, heart pounding in your chest.
his grip is warm, firm, inescapable.
he tilts your chin up with his other hand, forcing you to meet his gaze.
your stomach flips at what you see thereâcontrol. amusement. something more dangerous simmering beneath the surface.
his thumb brushes your bottom lip, voice silk and steel as he murmurs:
âkeep going.â
your pulse stutters.
âw-what?â your voice barely makes it out.
his smirk deepens. slow. devastating.
âi said, keep going,â he repeats, his grip on your wrist tightening just slightlyâa warning, a command.
âi wanna see how desperate you are before i touch you.â
your entire body burns.
heat curls in your stomach as you lower your trembling hand back between your thighs, your fingers brushing against the soft pink silicone of your favorite toy.
sehun sees it, and his smirk twists into something even darker.
âthat one, huh?â he muses, stepping back just slightly, his arms crossing as he settles in to watch.
âfigured you'd use that pretty pink one when i'm not around.â
your breath shudders.
his words shouldnât make you hotter, wetter, needier. but they do.
with shaky hands, you press the toy back against yourself, the first buzz sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through you.
your legs twitch, and sehun chuckles, tilting his head.
âgood girl,â he murmurs. âjust like that. donât be shy, baby, let me hear you.â
your lips part as a soft moan slips free, hips rolling against the vibrations.
âfuck,â he exhales, eyes glued to you.
but thenâhe moves.
his hands drop to the waistband of his sweats, loosening them.
your breath stutters as he shoves them down just enough, his boxers slipping along with them, freeing his already aching length.
your stomach tightens.
he wraps a hand around himself, slow, lazy strokes, matching your pace.
his jaw tightens, a quiet groan slipping past his lips.
âshit, baby,â he mutters, voice deeper now, rougher. âyou really were desperate, huh?â
your fingers tighten around the toy, the pleasure building, coiling tighter, hotter, deeper.
sehun notices.
his strokes speed up, his breathing heavier, his free hand moving to grip your thigh.
"youâre close," he murmurs, watching the way your body tenses, trembles.
his thumb brushes over your knee, almost gentle, almost cruel.
âlet me hear you, baby. tell me how good it feels.â
âsoâso good,â you gasp, legs trembling.
his smirk deepens, his strokes getting sloppier.
âthatâs it,â he groans, eyes flickering between where the toy is pressed against you and the way your lips part with every moan.
âcum for me, baby,â he whispers, voice dripping with control, command, absolute possession.
âcum while i watch you fall apart.â
and you do.
the pleasure crashes over you, your back arching, your thighs quaking as the orgasm rips through you.
sehun groans, watching every second, every shudder, every moan.
his grip tightens, his pace stutters, and thenâ
âahâfuck,â he growls, breath hitching, head tipping back as he follows you over the edge.
your body twitches, your breathing ragged, still caught in the aftermath of pleasure.
sehun licks his lips, eyes still locked on you.
his thumb swipes lazily over your sensitive, overstimulated skin, his smirk returning.
ânext time?â he exhales, leaning down, his lips brushing your ear.
âthat toyâs staying in the drawer.â
⢠kyungsoo
the room is dim, the only light coming from the soft glow of your laptop screen. the air is thick, heavy with something intimate, something forbiddenâsomething that shouldnât have been interrupted.
but it is.
the door clicks open, and you freeze.
your fingers instantly still, your breath catching in your throat.
kyungsoo stands at the threshold, silent, unmoving, unreadable. his dark eyes flick to the screen first, and thatâs when you see itârecognition. his jaw tightens, his lips part slightly, and his gaze shifts to you.
youâre sprawled out, legs trembling, still holding the toy between your thighs.
still playing the video.
his voice. his hands. his body.
the kyungsoo on the screen is behind you, voice thick with pleasure as he murmurs filthy things into your ear, his hands gripping your waist. itâs one of the videos from your hidden folderâthe one you made in that hotel room, the one where you begged for him over and over until your voice was raw.
and now, kyungsooâthe real kyungsooâis watching you watch him.
his adamâs apple bobs as he swallows, slow and deliberate.
âyou couldnât wait for me?â
his voice is low, deceptively calm, but thereâs a dangerous edge to it.
your face burns as you scramble to shut the laptop, but his voice stops you.
âdonât.â
itâs not a request.
your body tenses, eyes flickering up to meet his. heâs still by the door, arms crossed, but thereâs a shiftâsomething dark, something possessive coiling beneath his controlled exterior.
âstart it over.â
your stomach flips. âw-what?â
his gaze doesnât waver. âi said, start it over.â
your fingers tremble as you drag the cursor back to the beginning of the video.
the screen flickers, and suddenly, itâs you again. your moans, your hands grasping at his back, the wet sounds of skin against skin.
kyungsoo watches, completely still, his breathing deep and controlled. then, his eyes lowerâto you.
âkeep going.â
your breath stutters. âkyungsoo, iââ
his head tilts slightly, dark eyes narrowing.
âyou started without me. now finish.â
a shiver racks your spine.
you hesitate for only a second, but the way heâs looking at youâlike heâs waiting, like heâs testing you, like he wants to see how far youâll goâhas you reaching for the toy again.
your fingers tremble as you press it back against yourself.
the first vibration makes you gasp, thighs twitching, and kyungsoo notices everything. the flicker in your expression. the way your body responds. the way you try to contain your sounds as the video plays in the background.
his eyes stay locked onto you, but his fingers twitch at his sides.
âyou do this a lot?â his voice is smooth, but thereâs something dangerous beneath it.
You shake your head, breathless. ân-no.â
âliar.â
your stomach clenches.
on the screen, his voice cuts through the roomâa deep groan, a curse, the sound of him thrusting deeper.
your entire body trembles.
kyungsooâs eyes darken. heâs watching everything.
âfaster.â
your breath hitches. âkyungsooââ
his jaw clenches, and he steps closer.
âyou wanna cum, donât you?â his voice is softer now, but no less commanding.
your fingers twitch, and he notices.
âyou were close before i got here,â he murmurs. âwerenât you, sweets?â
you nod, barely holding yourself together.
âthen donât stop now.â
your entire body tightens, your thighs trembling as you obey. the toy moves faster, the pleasure building, mounting, suffocatingâand he watches every second of it.
kyungsoo doesnât touch you.
doesnât need to.
his presence aloneâhis dark, knowing eyes, the deep timbre of his voice, the weight of his controlâis enough to unravel you.
the pleasure builds and builds, coiling tight in your core, a burning, aching need that pushes you closer, closerâuntil finally, it snaps.
your body jerks, back arching, thighs quivering as the orgasm rips through you. a choked moan spills from your lips, and you barely manage to catch your breath beforeâ
kyungsoo moves.
finally.
his hand grips your chin, firm but controlled, tilting your face up until your dazed, wrecked eyes meet his.
and fuck, his gaze.
dark. heavy. intense.
like heâs memorizing the way you come undone for him. like heâs already planning the next time.
âthatâs my good girl,â he murmurs, voice low, deep, possessive.
before you can catch your breath, his tongue swipes up your bottom lip, slow and deliberate, tasting the shaky, desperate whimper that slips from your throat.
your pulse jumps, heat surging through your already sensitive body.
when he pulls back, his eyes flick downânot at your trembling thighs, not at the way your chest still rises and falls in sharp gasps.
but lower.
to the tent in his grey boxers, where a dark spot of precum stains the fabric.
he exhales slowly, jaw tight, muscles flexing as he peels off his white tee, tossing it carelessly onto the floor.
your breath catches.
the soft glow of your laptop screen casts shadows over the lines of his body, highlighting every ridge, every muscle, every sharp dip of his toned stomach.
but your eyes keep drifting lower.
the way his sweats hang low on his hips, how the thick outline of him strains against the fabric of his boxers.
how much heâs already aching for you.
kyungsoo watches you, watches your gaze dip lower, watches the way your thighs instinctively press together despite the way your body is still trembling.
a slow, satisfied smirk curves at the corner of his lips.
âyou really think weâre done?â his voice is smooth, calmâtoo calm.
your breath stutters.
his fingers hook into the waistband of his sweats, pushing them down in one slow, fluid motion, his boxers following right after.
and when he steps forward, pressing hot, solid, burning skin against your still-sensitive body, his hand cups your jaw, thumb brushing over your lip.
âyou made a mess of yourself for me,â he murmurs, tilting his head, his mouth hovering just over yours.
ânow let me return the favor.â
⢠junmyeon
he blinks.
once.
twice.
his lips part, but no words come out at first.
then, after a slow exhaleâ
âoh.â
your stomach plummets.
your entire body burns with humiliation as you scramble, yanking the sheets up to cover yourself, as if that could somehow erase what he just saw.
as if that could make it go away.
your heart is pounding, a frantic, erratic rhythm that drowns out everything else.
âiâi can explainââ
suho exhales slowly, rubbing the back of his neck, his jaw tight. tense.
âexplain what?â
his voice is calm. too calm. dangerously calm.
but his eyes?
his eyes tell a different story.
dark. sharp. heated. hungry.
his gaze drops, flickering down to where youâre still clutching the sheets, hiding what he already saw.
what he already knows.
âexplain how youâre touching yourself thinking about me?â
oh fuck.
your breath stutters, your grip tightening around the fabric, but before you can even think of an answer, he moves.
he steps closer, his presence heavy, intoxicating, overwhelming.
you donât move. canât move.
his fingers brush against your wrist, the touch so light, so teasing, so effortlessâbut it sends a fresh wave of heat rolling through your already trembling body.
your thighs press together, a futile attempt to calm the ache between them, but his eyes catch the movement.
he sees everything.
his lips curve into a small, knowing smirk.
âbaby,â he murmurs, voice smooth, dipping into something lower, deeper, more dangerous.
âyou donât have to do that yourself, ya know?â
his thumb traces lazy circles over your pulse, feeling how frantic, how desperate it is beneath his touch.
his voice dips, softer, teasing.
âthatâs my job.â
before you can process whatâs happening, his hand moves.
the sheets are torn away, discarded, leaving you exposed beneath him.
his fingers trail down, over your stomach, lower, lowerâuntil they brush against your still-sensitive core.
you shudder. gasp.
âso wet,â he murmurs, more to himself than to you.
his fingers slip between your folds, slow, deliberate strokes, just barely touching you, teasing.
âyou got this worked up all by yourself?â
you whimper, hips instinctively rolling into his touch, desperate for more.
âanswer me, baby.â
your breath is uneven, every nerve in your body on fire.
ây-yes,â you gasp.
suho exhales sharply, a soft chuckle slipping past his lips, but his fingers donât stop.
if anything, they slow down.
âbet you were picturing my hands instead of yours.â
his fingers finally press in deeper, curling, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through you.
your head tips back, a broken moan falling from your lips.
âoh?â his smirk deepens, his tone dipping into something more satisfied. pleased. knowing.
âthatâs what you wanted, isnât it?â
your thighs tremble as the pleasure climbs, builds, intensifies, your body completely at his mercy.
âjunââ
his thumb brushes over your clit, and your words cut off into a whimper.
âshhh,â he soothes, his other hand sliding up to cup your jaw, tilting your face toward him.
forcing you to look at him.
his forehead nearly brushes against yours, his breath warm against your lips as his fingers work you faster, deeper.
âlook at me when you cum, baby,â he murmurs, voice dropping to something silky, sinful, commanding.
âwanna see exactly what i do to you.â
and when your orgasm finally crashes over you, when your body tenses and trembles beneath his touch, when your moan breaks apart in his name, he watches it all.
memorizes it. savors it. owns it.
his fingers slow, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure before he finally pulls away.
youâre still shaking, your breath still ragged, but his touch remainsâhis fingers tracing soft, lazy circles over your overstimulated skin.
his lips brush against your ear, his voice a satisfied hum.
ânext time?â
his tongue flicks against your earlobe, teasing.
âjust wait for me, baby.â
⢠baekhyun
baekhyun swears he feels something in him fractureâa jagged, searing break that splinters straight through his chest the moment he steps into the bedroom.
and sees you.
spread out on the bed, bathed in the low, hazy glow of the bedside lamp, your head tipped back against the pillows, lips parted around soft, breathy moans that make his cock throb in his jeans. but it isnât for him. not for his fingers, his mouth, his cock.
no, itâs for that.
the tiny, pulsing toy nestled between your trembling thighs, the rhythmic buzz of it filling the room, echoing alongside the quiet whimpers slipping from your lips. your fingers grip it like a lifeline, knuckles whitening as your hips roll, chasing something he should be the one giving you.
a muscle in his jaw ticks. something dark coils inside him, a mix of possessiveness and simmering irritation.
he doesnât hesitate.
âwell, well, well. what do we have here?â
his voice is smooth as silk, deep and rich, yet dripping with something venomousâjealousy wrapped in velvet.
your eyes snap open, a sharp gasp catching in your throat. your grip falters, but the vibrator keeps going, relentless against your swollen, sensitive flesh. baekhyun watches with narrowed eyes, drinking in the way your thighs tremble, the way your breath stutters in your chest as his presence fully registers.
âb-baekhyunââ
he doesnât let you finish. doesnât let you explain. instead, he moves. a slow, deliberate stride toward you, the weight of his gaze pinning you in place. his fingers wrap around the toyâyour precious little lifelineâand pluck it from your grasp without effort. your lips part in protest, eyes wide, a petulant whine slipping past them as he studies the thing between his fingers like it personally offended him.
and thenâhe tosses it aside.
like itâs nothing.
like it never mattered.
âh-hey!â your voice is high-pitched, laced with frustration. âi wasnâtâi wasnât finished yet!â
baekhyun clicks his tongue, the sound thick with condescension. he doesnât look the least bit apologetic. if anything, he looks amused.
âoh, i know you werenât, sweetheart.â he smirks, watching as your thighs press together instinctively, your body still wound tight from the high that was just within reach. âbut, baby, were you really about to cum without me? without my fingers stretching you open first? without my tongue teasing you, getting you all soft and wet for me?â
you glare at him, heat flushing up your chest, but itâs impossible to ignore the way your breath shudders at his words, how the ache between your legs only intensifies under his scrutiny.
âi have something much better for you,â he purrs as he crawls onto the bed, settling between your legs with unbearable ease. his warmth sinks into you, hands gripping your thighs, spreading you open beneath him. his lips ghost over your inner thighâsoft, teasing kisses that leave a scorching path in their wake. his fingers dig in, kneading, possessive.
he glances up at you, amusement flickering in the darkness of his gaze. âso, baby,â he murmurs, lips brushing against your sensitive skin, sending a shiver up your spine, âwhatâs it gonna be? hmm?â
his voice is thick, dripping with promise.
âmy tongue?â a teasing lick just there makes your breath hitch.
âmy fingers?â his hand trails upward, fingertips barely grazing over your slick heat before pulling away.
âor do you want my cock instead?â the last words are spoken like a temptation, a promise, a guarantee of ruin.
the choice is yours, but itâs not really a choice at allâbecause once heâs done, once heâs wrung every last cry and moan from your lips, once heâs torn you apart and put you back together with nothing but his mouth, his hands, and his unyielding determination to remind you exactly who you belong toâ
those toys?
theyâll be nothing more than a distant memory.
⢠minseok
his smirk.
thatâs the first thing you see.
slow. knowing. dripping with amusement.
he leans against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, exuding the kind of effortless dominance that makes your stomach tighten. his gaze pins you in place, dragging over your bodyâyour parted lips, the way your thighs are still twitching, the way your chest rises and falls as you struggle to catch your breath.
he caught you. completely. utterly. helplessly.
âthat desperate, baby?â
his voice is low, filthy, teasing in a way that makes your skin burn.
your breath catches, your stomach drops, and panic flares through you as you scramble to yank the sheets over yourself.
but heâs faster.
before you can so much as blink, heâs on you.
strong hands. firm grip. unshakable control.
his fingers wrap around your wrists, yanking them away, pinning them down against the mattress with ease.
âmm, no,â he hums, voice dripping with amusement.
his grip tightens, just enough to make your pulse jump.
âthatâs not how you do it, baby.â
he pushes you down, his weight settling between your legs, the heat of his body pressing into yours. heâs so close. too close. but not close enough.
his breath brushes over your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.
âif youâre gonna touch yourself thinking about meâŚâ
his knee nudges between your thighs, spreading them wider.
his lips graze over your jaw, not quite kissing, just teasing.
â...at least do it right.â
your breathing is ragged, chest heaving as his hands wander.
one hand trailing down your stomach.
the other pinning you still, making sure you donât move.
his fingers ghost over your skin, featherlight, tantalizing.
âlet me teach you,â he whispers, his smirk pressing against your throat.
âlet me show you how good it feels when you do it my way.â
his fingers slide lower.
his grip tightens.
his voice drops to something almost dangerous.
âand this timeâŚâ
his tongue flicks over the pulse at your neck, teasing, hot, deliberate.
âyou donât get to finish until i say so.â
⢠yixing
your breath comes in shaky gasps, your body thrumming, heat coiling tighter and tighter in your belly.
youâre so close.
your fingers work quickly, desperately, rubbing slick, frantic circles against your swollen clit, your legs trembling as the pleasure buildsâhigher, hotter, almost too much.
just a little moreâjust a little more.
and thenâ
the door opens.
fuck.
your entire body jolts, a startled gasp escaping your lips as your head snaps up.
yixing.
he stands frozen in the doorway, his dark eyes locked onto you, lips parted just slightlyâlike he just walked in on something forbidden. intoxicating. devastatingly hot.
his gaze flickers down, taking in everything.
the way your fingers are still pressed against your soaked folds, the way your body still quivers, trembling from how close you had been.
your stomach drops, embarrassment crashing over you like a tidal wave.
âyixing, iââ
âno need to explain yourself, sweetheart.â
his voice is soft, but firm.
your breath stutters.
âkeep going.â
your brows furrow, heat creeping up your cheeks. âhuh?â
he takes a slow, deliberate step closer, letting the door click shut behind him.
his tongue swipes over his bottom lip, watching you. calculating. deciding.
âdonât stop now, baby,â he murmurs, his voice low, knowing, teasing.
âyou were so close.â
your stomach flips, the burn of embarrassment warring with something hotter, deeper, dirtier.
his eyes never leave yours as he lowers himself onto the bed, settling between your legs.
too close. too much. too overwhelming.
his lips curve into a lazy smirk, eyes flicking down between your thighs.
âso pretty,â he murmurs. âall soaked for me.â
a sharp, embarrassed whimper leaves your throat, and he just smirks deeper.
âkeep going, baby,â he urges, his fingers dragging slow, teasing strokes up and down your thighs, his touch featherlight.
âwanna see you get yourself there again.â
your body shudders, still aching, still needing.
your fingers find your clit again, tentative, hesitant, embarrassed.
his eyes darken.
âmore,â he exhales, âi want you as desperate as you were before i walked in, angel.â
your fingers press down, working slow but steady, trying to chase the pleasure you had lost.
yixing hums, watching intently, his head lowering until his lips graze the inside of your thigh.
you twitch.
his smirk returns.
âso sensitive,â he murmurs, lips pressing soft, teasing kisses along your inner thigh.
his fingers press against your skin, holding you still, holding you open.
âfeels good?â he murmurs, nipping at the sensitive skin, sucking just enough to leave a faint mark.
your breath hitches.
ây-yeah. so good,â
his teeth scrape lightly, his tongue flicking out to soothe the sting.
âgood girl.â
his lips trail higher, his breath hot against your skin as he watches your fingers slick with your arousal.
âyou look so fucking pretty like this,â he murmurs.
his teeth sink in just slightly, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure-pain through you.
your fingers move faster, circling your clit, thighs trembling as the pleasure climbs again.
yixing hums against your skin, his breath hot, teasing, knowing.
âthatâs it, baby,â he murmurs.
âcum for me.â
his teeth scrape against the softest part of your thigh, his fingers digging into your flesh, his voice low, hypnotic, filthy.
âcum for me like a good girl.â
and you do.
pleasure slams into you, your body arching, your mouth falling open in a choked, broken moan.
yixing groans softly, his grip tightening as he holds you through it, watching every shake, every tremor, every twitch of your thighs as you unravel for him.
he licks his lips, watching the way your body twitches, your breath still ragged, your clit still aching.
his smirk turns dangerous.
ââkay,â he breathes, his fingers spreading you open.
âletâs see if you can cum again for me.â
before you can catch your breath, his lips lock around your still-sensitive bud, his tongue lapping, flicking, teasing.
youâre fucked.
#đ#anonie#hc#exo smut#baekhyun smut#kyungsoo smut#jongin smut#chanyeol smut#junmyeon smut#minseok smut#yixing smut#exo x reader#baekhyun x reader#chanyeol x reader#yixing x reader#jongin x reader#kai x reader#kai smut#lay smut#lay x reader#minseok x reader#xiumin x reader#xiumin smut#junmyeon x reader#suho x reader#suho smut#kyungsoo x reader#d.o. x reader#d.o. smut#lisawrites
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Help I was the one that sent the previous ask and my minds all jumbled so I thought miles and Miguel were switched yk so I thought miles was Miguel and vise-versa đ (PLS FORG8VR ME I JSUT REALIZED)
the morales' have100% tried to adopt you before
you came over one day and had pretty good manors because of alfred teaching you manners, so they liked you since the beginning
IMMIDIATELY you made yourself welcome with them
you asked rio for her advice on your outfits and she taught you how to cook
jeff told you stories from his childhood and told you to be safe when you got home
they wanted to adopt you SO BAD
atp ur collecting family figures like pokemon cards
might write a oneshot on this
THANK YOU AGAIN ANONNNN DONT BE SHY TO ASK AGAIN THESE R SO FUN TO REPLY TO
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Your letterboxd bio đ I can't, tell me a useful tip, I really can't pick a book or watch a movie because I'm always itching for my phone
For context, the bio in question says "fix your attention span or die" (reference to David Lynch's "fix your hearts or die.") But pls don't die lol instead you should kill your cellphone đŹđđť
Get real about social media detox: delete apps, limit screen time, turn off notifications.
Avoid multitasking. Everyone thinks being able to multitask is a flex but it's really not. It's not good for the brain, look it up. So, one task or activity at a time, unless it's something reasonable like listening to music while walking or exercising or cleaning the house.
You need to put your phone away while you're watching tv or a movie, or reading or painting or knitting or doing whatever that doesn't require a cellphone. Just put it away! You really don't need to have that thing on your lap while you're watching a movie. I know this sounds like "just do it, it's not that hard" but there's really no other way lol. Just take a deep breath, maybe check your notifications one last time, and then put it away, out of reach.
Reading will save you so don't give up. Try the Pomodoro Techniqueâfocused work during 25 minutes + take a 5 minute break. But you can start as low as 5 minutes. Set a timer and read for 5 minutes, then try 10, the following week 20, 30.
And let people know (people you talk to often; family and friends) that you won't be available for a couple of hours and that if there's an emergency they should call you and not text you. This is very important! You can't let everyone assume you're going to be available at all times just because you own a cellphone!
I hope this was helpful đŠˇ
#also maybe start getting scared of the damage holding a cellphone does to your hands your blessed blessed hands#đ
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ok new update for undoing fate will be out in approximately 2 hours from this post đŤĄ
(trust me on this..!!)
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My most controversial take on the 'all the Batboys look the same' joke is not only has it always been racist and misogynistic and antisemitic on the purpose of erasing Babs,Cass,Stephanie,Maps and Nell and how most of the Batboys are different races and Bruce is etchnically jewish but is also simply not true.Bruce,Dick,Jason,Tim,Damian and Terry don't look similar just because they're all male with black hair and light eyes and it's very odd to say they do,especially when they're not even the same kind of light eyes(Damian and Jason have green eyes,not blue eyes,and Damian's come from Talia,them actually being a fairly common feature on brown arabs irl)and when Duke has light eyes too(gold eyes,inhereted from Gnonom)yet is excluded from this category for no real reason to make a pass for white boys to be inserted into the Batfam which circles back to the racism and antisemitism and lack of resemblance things and whenever a girl is added to the Batfam it's to be male Batfam members' bicyle and the token female Batfam member,which circles back to the misogyny thing.And technically offtopic but Clark dosen't look like Bruce either and it's only vaguely less weird to think he does.So's drawing Tim as a pasty fragile twink when in canon he looks like a normal white boy if not more well-built and taller than the average one.As is emphazing Stephanie's blondeness to distinct her and not her girlhood when the latter is something she's proud of but the former isn't
#batfam#batfanon slander#bruce wayne#dick grayson#cassandra cain#jason todd#tim drake#duke thomas#damian wayne#nell little#maps mizoguchi#barbara gordon#terry mcginnis#clark kent#superbat#jewish bruce wayne#romani dick grayson#afrolatino jason supremacy#batman!cass#blasian stephanie brown#arab damian wayne#talia al-ghul#stephcass#t4t stephcass#latino jason todd#trans 4 trans and autistic 4 autistic found family realness#bigotry#đ#summerposting
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is there another angle of the stream/what happened bw mapi and daniela? based on the statement mapi touched daniela's thigh or something not there, but regardless, even that action seems unnecessary...not sure which part to believe but i do think that regardless there needs to be a formal sanction of some kind against mapi because that level of aggression is insane (and if she really was racist and or transphobic, even more severe punishment is needed)
she can say she touched daniela's hair follicle for all I care. the point is, daniela felt uncomfortable enough that her club had to release a formal statement. no mention of accountability for making daniela uncomfortable, no apology, just shallow excuses and blatant disregard of the whole situation entirely.
ps. I hate when people go "I would neverrrrr do that because it goes against my morals" as if we are supposed to know what those morals are. The assumption that their personal ethical code is so well-established that everyone should intuitively know what it involves.
this is such a lazy, blanket way of shutting down dialogue-- rather than engaging in a discussion. no one asked for the mystical code of ethics youâve built up in your head. Itâs like saying, "I'm not going to explain it because itâs self-evident," but⌠itâs really not.
anyways. hope daniela has all the support she needs,
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