#Sorry this is late ;;

[dclovesdanny]

DcxDp prompt

3/3

Constantine had warned them all how dangerous the ghost king would be. How he had defeated the tyrant Pariah Dark, which meant he was stronger than him. That he had defeated several ancients who were millennia old. That he was allied with time himself. They all thought they were prepared.

They weren’t prepared for a teen boy in a crown, who after realizing where he was, immediately started fanboying over Martian Manhunter.

Constantine had to to wrestle the adoption papers away from Batman.

[inhuman-obey-me]

🕶 with Barbatos please??👀 also yes on MC! (sorry for being specific, you can ignore it if you want but can it be directed at mc i'm not normal about Barb)

"I saw a little thing I didn't like you tried to hide." - Barbatos/MC

content warning: blood, reference to torture/gore

Barbatos has a reputation.

It is one that you remind yourself of at times, when you get lost in his sweet words and even sweeter treats. Those soft smiles, his ever-readiness to serve, his meticulous attention to detail so that things were always perfect for you – he would insist you had him wrapped around your finger, but sometimes you wonder if it truly isn’t the other way around.

After all, while you loved that side of him – one that few had the privilege to witness – you could not help but be intrigued by the part of him that reigned in the shadows. 

The part of him that delighted in the slow torture of a traitor. The part of him that could use a knife to cut up a bleeding-heart artichoke just as deftly as an actual bleeding heart. The part of him that could drive someone mad just by warping the space around him, damning them to experience eternity in a matter of seconds. 

Perhaps you were a bit too intrigued, your morbid curiosity having led you now to wander the dark halls of the Demon Lord’s Castle in search of him. He was supposed to meet you at the foyer earlier, but when the ever-punctual demon was nowhere to be found, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You wanted to see if you could catch the consistently composed butler off-guard, unprepared. 

A fool’s quest.

You pass an archway and stop in your tracks, swearing you heard a faint scream from down below. A metallic scent pervades, your stomach churning as you take a step, and then another, and yet another – slowly descending the stairs, unsure of what you’ll find at the bottom. 

It’s dimly lit, torches along the walls flickering with magic flames. Your eyes adjust, and your heart nearly skips a beat as you see Barbatos in the distance. You dive behind a wall, peering around the corner to observe. 

He seems to be talking to someone, though you can’t see who. A cell, you think, as you notice the iron bars gating certain areas. The light catches on an object in his hand, something silver, and you realize he’s cleaning it off with cloth. Your own hands fish out your D.D.D., opening the camera function to zoom in and get a clearer look.

Oh.

He’s splattered with blood, standing in a pool of it. It’s a sight to behold, and you’re unable to tear your gaze away from him. Slowly, your finger goes to the capture button, taking a photo of the scene. You duck back into the passage, checking to see how the shot turned out – and chills run down your spine as Barbatos seems to be looking straight into the lens. 

“Tsk, tsk.” Gloved fingers tightly wrap around your wrist, forcing you to turn around to meet a dark gaze that you knew all too well. “I saw a little thing I didn’t like you tried to hide.” 

“B-Barbatos!” His name leaves your lips in a squeak. You don’t know how he got to you so fast, but you do know it’s better not to question it. “I-I’m sorry, you didn’t show up earlier and I got curious and wanted to look for you so I ended up down here and then I found you but I didn’t want to disturb you and –” 

He puts a halt to your rapid explanation with a single finger against your lips, his gaze softening. “I’m sorry, my dear. It’s not like me to forget or lose track of the time. I must make this up to you immediately.” He lets go of your wrist, examining you once over before taking a step back. “But first, I need to freshen up. Shall we go upstairs?” 

With a nod, you follow him back up to the brighter hallways of the castle, though he pauses once you’re at the landing. “...And what are you going to do with that photo?”

“Oh.” You can feel the warmth rush to your cheeks. “I, uh … just kind of wanted it for myself.”

“Is that so?” You can hear the amusement in his voice, see the way his lips twist into a smirk.  “Well, if that’s the case, I suppose I can let your little reconnaissance slide. Next time, however,” he leans in close, breath ghosting your ear. “Just ask.”

[cherie-doll]

COD Characters + Metal Band AU

·✮· Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Phillip Graves, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

Price would take you to reunions with his ex-band members. Having you sitting next to him, real close so his buddies can see how "he's still got it". Talk about the records they broke and blah blah. idk sorry.

Ghost carves your initials on his guitar. When he's playing at a show on stage, his fingers run over the jagged outline of the letters and thinks about you, either somewhere in the audience or watching him through the tv screen at home.

Soap likes having you by his side 24/7. He'll bring you along on tour, doesn't care about anything else. Will let you style his mohawk and would prob make you wear his band merch. Right before he goes on stage he makes you give him a kiss for "good luck".

Gaz is that nice neighborhood kid you grew up with and now you discover he's started playing in your local metal band? Not only is he friendly but it even softened your heart when he offered to teach you to play the drums.

Imagine being in the same band as Roach and both of you being so oblivious to the obvious mutual pining. Literally everyone else notices when you both get a lil too carried away during practice or on stage that your chemistry is like no other.

You find yourself bonding with your band's manager Alejandro on a road trip to what could be your big break. He's always been there for you and your band members, but recently, he's been giving you more attention than everyone else. Begs you not to replace him once you make it big.

Phillip didn't think he'd ever be the type to get into metal music. Probably listened to country and is maaybeee entering his y'allternative phase when he saw you on the cover of the local newspaper talking about your interesting mix of music genres.

You might've been a little out of your mind when you said you could bag Keegan, your celeb crush, if you'd be granted the opportunity. Was it that much of a stretch if you now find yourself waiting nervously backstage for a vip meet & greet and his eyes keep flickering over to you?

Why are you just finding out now that your boyfriend König has been in a metal band this entire time? It never crossed your mind he even listened to metal music much less was in a band and made it.

Horangi is that vocalist you looked up to. You've always admired him and the band he created. Now you're having a collab with him??? How to not freak out whilst sitting next to him in an interview? And did he just say you're his favorite member from the band?

Nikto joined the band to replace a member who had quit. Where did they find a replacement so quickly? He barely responds when you ask him and he wears a facemask. What's with that? Apparently it's part of the persona or whatever. You can't deny how good he is with his hands at playing...

[sharpace]

111. The Honest Truth

The care guide for hairless cats is wild

[inactiveobeymeblog]

⚠️NSFW⚠️

I can’t stop thinking about Barbatos and how MC would have him walk around with a vibrator in his ass all day. Like, can you imagine?

At first Barbatos would refuse, but with enough persistence, he’d cave. And then cut to when MC has Barbatos bent over with his hands on the wall and his pants pulled down to his knees.

Gods. The sight would be glorious.

MC would lube up Barbatos’s entrance before sticking the vibrator in and pulling his pants back up into proper position.

But here comes the fun part.

Barbatos has to complete his daily tasks while giving MC the ability to control the vibrator.

The day starts out with the small settings and it’s enough to make Barbatos blink at the sensation. But it’s when he’s in a meeting that he really starts to regret his decisions.

Did meeting, all of a sudden, he feels the vibrator switched on to the “max” setting and he flinches. His cheeks immediately go red but he tries his absolute best to hide it. For the rest of the meeting, he’s shifting his weight from one led to the other and trying to keep himself from moaning.

When the meeting is finally adjourned, Barbatos dismisses himself and runs to find MC immediately.

That’s when Barbatos would be stripped and on his knees, shaking. He’s moaning and begging MC to let him cum. And how could MC not? They switch the vibrator setting to “override” and Barbatos arches his back and moans as he climaxes.

This is surely the first and last time he will ever allow this (He’s lying)

[elephantaday]

I’m recently rediscovering my childhood obsession with elephants (I was an autistic child with access to a public library, I could identify the species of an elephant at the age of, like, six), and just wanted to say that I love this account!

thank you for your service o7

That is an excellent skill to have (at the age of six, no less). Very excellent. This elephant is very pleased with this, very pleased. ❤️🐘

Day 829 of posting pictures of elephants.

Source: Joyce Poole

[jooillusion]

hii :)))

so that photo of seungmin's back... isn't like gym sex perfect for him? like he clearly knowing that he's being watched and then flex even more and in the end we end up in the locker room... i mean, this man makes want to scratch and mark all his back 🤭

-🎱

YESSS OMG

seungmin literally has the prettiest body and i feel like he loves to show off a little (his bubble ARF ARF ARF)

ugh just imagine working at the front desk of the gym and he’d come in every day. you got the perfect view of him working out, watching his biceps bulge when he lifts weights and his back muscles fill out when he does chest presses. you wouldn’t even notice when another person had walked in and it became a common occurrence for your coworker having to scold you for not paying attention.

the first time be caught you looking, you thought it’d be the only time, your eyes quickly looking down and you having to pretend like you’re something behind the counter. when you thought the coast was clear you look up again, catching him smiling at you and shaking his head in amusement.

it became a repetitive thing though, him either glancing at you looking at him through the mirror at you watching or turning his head to see if you saw that. you still pretended to have shame though, only looking when he wasn’t paying that much attention towards you.

the more you stared though the more the warnings piled up. your boss appointed you to clean the locker rooms for the rest of the week and you were disappointed since you couldn’t get your fill of entertainment. you sweep the tile floors, cursing at your boss under your breath for having to make you clean the locker room that seemed never ending.

you were finally in the last row, wiping the sweat that beaded across your forehead, glancing at the clock that was perched on the wall, noticing that it was way past the usual time the stranger—seungmin you think due to looking at his membership—would show up and leave. you shake your head, continuing to sweep to pass by time.

“excuse me?” you hear from behind your shoulder. the voice irritated you even more since you left a sign outside of the locker room door to indicate that it was closed for now. your breathe in before turning around.

“sorry but the locker room isn’t…” you trail off, the voice belonging to him. your stop dead in your tracks, his shirt off and a light drops of sweat rolling down his arms. your eyes trail downwards, looking at his toned stomach. your eyes scan the ink that adorns his rib and finally down to the deep v-line that is cut off by his gym shorts that loosely rest low on his hips. you clear your throat again, shaking your head to regain focus. “the locker room isn’t open right now.”

you can’t tell whether or not the smile on his face is either friendly or cocky, but he looks down to the floor, leaning against the cold steel of the lockers before he looks back up at you.

“you should at least let me get my shirt out of my locker.”

“excuse me?” you scoff, setting the broom down.

“you know, with all the staring you do. do you have any humility?” he laughs, walking past you and stopping once he reaches his locker. “seungmin, by the way. did you enjoy the seungmin show?”

your words are caught in the back of your throat and you’re stuck with stuttering out an excuse. seungmin watches, digging inside of his locker for the shirt and mindlessly nodding, pulling his sleeveless shirt over his head. the slam of the small locker door shutting stops anymore words from leaving your mouth.

“maybe get a video next time, pretty girl. it’ll save you some of the trouble.” seungmin winks, walking past you and leaving you behind with a dropped jaw.

UGH AND imagine after that you haven’t stared at him since and it pisses him off a little bit. seungmin likes your attention obviously and it’d be easier to tease you the next time he runs into you, maybe asking you was his form perfect or ask you how many pull ups he did as if you knew.

but he couldn’t even do that, since he watched you like a hawk through the mirror and you haven’t looked up from your computer once, the only time being is when you would welcome people in.

yeah, seungmin was pissed.

he watches your boss tell you something that he can’t hear, watching you leave from behind the counter to grab your broom and dustpan. you made sure to show your frustrations, placing the big “locker rooms closed” sign outside of the room.

but seungmin will just do like he did last time, walk right past the sign to get his shirt from his locker.

you on the other hand is not too please when you hear footsteps again for the third time, slowly getting more and more frustrated due to the gym head bastards ignoring the big ass sign you put outside of the locker room. you inhale, ready to put bass inside of your voice at the fourth—and hopefully last—person to enter the locker room, but your words are stuck yet again at the sight of seungmin.

he looks a bit different than when you last saw him a few weeks ago, his body slightly bulkier and his abs more defined. you shut your eyes trying to show self restraint, taking another deep inhale before looking at him one more time.

“you know you can’t be in here. please leave.”

“i just want my shirt.” he says, almost emotionless. you roll your eyes.

“make it quick.” you say and he nods, walking past you to his locker. he eyes you, watching you go back to sweeping and completely ignoring his presence. it bruises his ego a little bit, but he keeps his mouth shut as he pulls his shirt over his head.

“wait,” you stop sweeping, turning around. seungmin raises an eyebrow. “can i have a little feel?”

seungmin’s somewhat bruised pride swells again. “where?”

“here?” your hand comes up to his bicep. he turns his arm towards you and curls his arm, the muscles of his arms bulging as he flexes. you give it a squeeze, your eyes widening. “you’re really strong.”

“oh yeah?” you nod your head, your hands traveling up and down his arm, giving small squeezes on the firm muscles. “you know what else i can lift?”

“what?”

seungmin moves, turning completely towards you and grabbing your waist. he lifts you off of your feet, gasping once he pushes your back against the lockers, your legs wrapping around his torso so you wouldn’t fall.

“i’ve been wanting to do this ever since i caught you in here last time.” seungmin says just above whisper, his sweatpants growing tight in the front once his mind is able to register your clothed heat against his pelvis. he knew you two had been painfully attracted to one another, but he didn’t dare make another move until your eyes were on his, your arms wrapping around his shoulders, making it crystal clear that you both wanted this.

your hands run over his broad shoulders and down the smooth skin his back, “but what if another person walks in?”

“then let them. it’ll probably be the highlight of their day.” you both share a chuckle that evaporates into the air.

seungmin buries his face into the flesh of your neck, his flexed arms burning. he doesn’t mind the burn, blaming it on himself for only focusing on arm workouts today, but your warmth and hushed breaths pay for it, leaving seungmin no room to complain.

your head falls against the locker with a thump, trying to distract yourself from the orgasm building up. seungmin angles his hips at a better angle, his cock deliciously hitting your g spot, making you squeal a little too loudly. your nails bite deep down in the flesh his shoulder blades to his back, raking over the scratches you had left not that long ago.

seungmin couldn’t hold back the sharp hiss and whine that’d been bubbling up in his throat, his hips snapping into you, shuddering at the cold air that tickles the raw scratches. his flush palms dig into your waist, holding you tighter when he feels your walls clench around him. “god, you feel so good.” he breathes out, lapping at your neck before roughly biting into it.

you feel your heartbeat throbbing out of your chest, the heavy thumps beating through your ears in contrast with the sound of seungmin’s hips meeting the back of your thighs. you pant, arms swings around seungmin’s marked shoulders as you pull him in close, panting hot onto the skin.

seungmin feels your body tense under the flex of his fingers, moving you up and down to match the movement of his hips. he roughly pushes you against the lockers in response to the tug of your warm, tightening walls, bleaching his mind blank. you’re too far gone to notice and he’s just as desperate as you, fucking you like his life depended on it as he chases his orgasm that blooms in the pit of his stomach.

the harsh thrust that seungmins hips deliver is all your orgasm needs, the loud wail that comes straight from your throat rings through seungmins ear like a bell. it’s your body’s turn to shudder as it comes undone, your eyebrows knitting together and seungmins palm covering your open mouth.

“i still need to cum.” he says weakly between breaths, sliding down your body and back to your waist. his still hips began to thrust into you again, slow enough to not overstimulated you too much but still pleasurable enough for him.

your legs snugly wrap around his torso. his hand over your mouth muffles the mewls that escape your lips, giving one, two more thrusts before he’s spilling inside of you in thick ropes.

seungmins head falls into the steel lockers behind you. he heavily pants into your clothed shoulder, his hands offering soft squeezes into the meat of your waist. you two stay like that for god knows however long, blissed out and completely unaware of the everything around you. he pulls away once his breathing steadies, lifting you up gently to pull you off his length. he helps you pull up your trousers and steady yourself before pulling up his own.

“are you guys finally done?” a voice calls from one of the far rows of the room. and you know that loud, annoying voice that likes to bitch from anywhere—it belongs to your boss.

please remember that this is a work of pure fiction.

[vulpeculaque]

belated maid day drawing ✨

[landonmikaelson]

Happy Birthday @hopekirby! 💜

[dokidokimaster]

Parts 5 and 6 (out of 9) for Chapter 4 of my .Hack//G.U. Comic Series! We're taking an Atoli Detour before going back to Haseo's side! This will all make sense in the end!!!

Chapter 4 Links: Parts 1+2, Parts 3+4, Parts 7+8, Part 9

Recap of Ch 1-3, Series Masterpost

[impossiblesuitcase]

need more points or ideas of romantic things you think our emperor would do for his beloved cyborg!!

If she's sitting down and he wants to tell her something, he comes up behind her, leans down and wraps his arms around her neck so their faces are close.

He brings her tea and coffee during the day even though that's Nainsi's job, just so he can check up on her.

Whenever she's self-deprecating, he says "hey, that's my wife you're talking about. Don't be rude!"

Picks out outfits and jewellery for her that he thinks will look nice. She loves it because she doesn't have to think about what will match or look good as that's not her skill set.

Asks her to tell him all about whatever mechanical task she's tackling today. He doesn't understand a word of it. But he loves hearing her speak passionately (and it's hilarious how in canon he finds it "weirdly attractive". Yes Kai, it is weird 🤣).

He genuinely thinks she looks beautiful 24/7, all dressed up or a total slob, and he says this to her one time and she says, "you're just saying that." So he goes out of his way to compliment her regularly and if she brushes it off he follows up with, "is your lie detector flashing?" Sometimes she jokingly lies and says it is (it never is, he never lies to her), so he says "my Cinder lie detector is flashing."

[sparklecarehospital]

💕 Sparklecare update 💕

VOL 4: Pages 88-90 ✨ Link to update

🎨 Promo art by @boxafunfi, @carruni, @lesbianrocko, and @generaldisrder

✨ Patreon! ✨ Updates Mondays & Thursdays

[stormesandshowersparttwo]

let's have casual sex some time. no charge

sorry I only have formal sex

[wuwa-writing]

kinktober - day eleven - hair pulling

jiyan x reader. nsfw, minors dni. masochism, degradation, aftercare

Jiyan hisses as you grasp his hair close to the roots and pull. It's absolutely intoxicating, the way he kneels obediently and lets you drag and yank him by his hair.

The fact that he trusts you so much to do this for him only adds to that.

You pull him up sharply, forcing him to make eye contact with you as you coo, "You really like it rough, huh? You're such a slut, Jiyan."

He moans, loud and pornographic, his mouth falling open as he shudders. You never would have guessed that he'd be such a masochist, but oh, you're having fun with it. You twist your hand in his hair, wrapping it around your fist as you jerk it harshly to the side.

Jiyan makes a desperate, choked off moan, his eyes fluttering shut. He doesn't resist the movement at all, letting you manhandle him, to hurt him. When you glance down you can see he's achingly hard, precum soaking a wet patch on his underwear.

"Fuck, Jiyan," you breathe, watching how he flushes under your gaze. He opens his eyes to look up at you and there are tears welling there. It's one of the hottest things you've ever seen.

"Tell me what you want."

Jiyan gasps, a shiver running down his spine at the command. He bites his lip, slowly letting his body go lax so your grip pulls his hair tighter. You wonder if he knows that his hips are rocking against empty air.

"I want- I want to come, please." He begs, so pretty that you simply can't resist. It would be fun to keep playing with him, to keep pulling his hair and running your nails down his spine until he cries.

But you want him to come, too.

You use your grip in his hair to drag him up and towards his bed, pushing him down and straddling his hips. You drag you nails down his chest, harsh and uncaring, as you wrap your other hand around his cock.

You don't give him any time to adjust, scraping a nail over his slit and then pumping his cock fast and rough. He cries out your name, back arching beautifully off the bed, his hips bucking up into your hand.

"Show me how much of a whore you are, Jiyan," you hiss, pinching and rolling his nipple between your fingers. "Be the little slut you are and come."

He does, and fuck is it beautiful. He sobs as he comes, clawing at the sheets and tearing them. Tears spill down his cheeks as he cries your name, as he comes so hard that his cum streaks over his own chest.

It's gorgeous. He's gorgeous.

You pet his hip gently as you pull away a little, giving him space to come down from the high. Eventually he opens his eyes, looking up at you through his lashes and giving you the sweetest smile.

"Thank you," he murmurs, voice wrecked. You bend down and press kisses over his cheeks, then a final one to the tip of his nose.

"Sweet boy," you purr, reaching up to massage his scalp and crooning as he moans at the touch. "You need anything special? I wanna get up and get you water and a washcloth."

He hums, his eyes drifting shut again as he basks in the afterglow.

"Tea, maybe?" He offers, and you give him an affirmative hum. You make sure you're quick as you head to the kitchen, not wanting to leave him alone for long.

He accepts the tea when you bring it to him, pushing himself up to drink it as you head into the bathroom to get a wet cloth and his hair brush.

He's done drinking when you step back into the bedroom, laying back on the bed with his eyes closed, his breathing deep. You huff a little, silent laugh when you realize he fell asleep.

You clean him up carefully, checking the scratches you left on him for broken skin. Once you're sure he's not injured, you sit at the headboard and go back to massaging his scalp, wanting him to feel better when he wakes.

Taking care of Jiyan is one of your favorite things, you decide. You hope you get to take care of him forever.

[sharpace]

69. Lazy Morning

Rio!!!

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[mostlycatsmostly]

my new kitten (oatmeal) cuddling with her big sister (chef boyardee) for the first time!!

submitted by @chickensownus