#anonymous inbox.

[foreveric]

Imagine Keanu's characters's serach history on their computer.

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 hol' up, lemme cook.

john wick:

most effective guns

vintage cars

how to care for a dog

kevin lomax:

best ways to make your wife cum

romantic restaurants near me

ongoing court cases

jack traven:

body cam videos

cute date ideas for girlfriend

local crime news

john constantine:

how to cope with cancer

demon possessions

near-death experiences

[dailyhatsune]

Could you make an ‘if Ver.’ Miku holding out a non-binary pride heart? Pridefully! She’s very proud! She wants us to see it!!

ah i forgot about the heart part but i decided to do all the pride ifs makin their way downtown, so i hope that sorta makes up for it

[homiu-l]

I would like to spray your mumbo with silly string ...

tbh I would too

[daily-grian]

If there is not an Oct 24th Grian can I get a happy birthday from the birb?

mod owl is feeling a bit better so a wild life!Grian happy birthday to you! he's saying it as loud as he can he promises he's just very small

[the-trinket-witch]

Your malleus in your monster lover AU is so good,,, would it be possible for you to draw a reference of him? I love the concept so much

I can draw my own interpretation of it, though I have to note:

This is technically not my 'concept'. I've heavily taken inspiration from Takebayashi's 'The Conception' (A fanwork from the TWST Beckon of the Mirror 2021 event) The main adjustments I made were the removal of spinning wheels along the body as well as the mask.

(Photo reference pulled from lau_bud on tiktok)

As for what I'd draw:

Again, I've trimmed some concepts, and added some muscle detail around the wings, and given him a dragon's ear fins.

[incognitopolls]

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[igbylicious]

My god Im so curious about Yunho from your Woosan fic 😫 anything for a solo scene with him to see what hes like esp cuz damn

oh god strictly speaking i don’t take requests but OOF anon it’s whiway and you caught my brain right in the middle of a perfect Yunho-shaped storm asdjhadshj. so here you go, i whipped this up real quick >:3c

WHICHEVER WAY: A YUNHO BONUS

(set before the main series but doesn’t need context. features a different reader character)

pairing: yunho x gn reader

genre: pure smut, strangers who fuck

wc: 2.5k

warnings: bdsm sex party but like a lowkey chill semi-privately hosted one, dom Yunho, sub reader, big dick Yunho obv, explicit consent, blow job, exhibitionism (you suck Yunho off in the middle of a room full of strangers), a lil rough face-fucking & light choking, hand kink, hand on throat, Yunho wears a leather glove, dirty talk, cum swallowing, light hairpulling (@ reader), copious amounts of drool, degradation that sometimes leans into praise, nicknames for reader (‘cocksleeve’, ‘cockslut, sweetheart), corruption kink if you squint, Yunho pov, mention/cameo of the skz aussie line, also a San cameo and he’s shy :3, implied threesome w/ San at the end

a/n: gender neutral reader, wearing clothes described to have ‘generous amounts of see-through fabric’ but no specific details. reader is called ‘little’ but in a sweetly demeaning way; not a reflection on physical size, and also called ‘pretty’. there is a mention that Yunho has larger hands

Yunho always enjoys the parties hosted by Chris. He has a ridiculously large home with plenty of room to accommodate his guests, zero tolerance for unwanted shenanigans — and great snacks at the buffet table.

People tend to underestimate the importance of a good snack during a sex party. Not Yunho.

He scopes out the room while munching on some kkokkalcorn, not in any particular rush to get his hands dirty or his dick wet. It’s still early; the door has not even been closed yet, but already there is a decent amount of people. Yunho knows some of them, at least by face, but there are some unfamiliar ones too.

Yunho hones in on the unfamiliar faces. He enjoys meeting new people, like that adorably inexperienced dom he met at his last party; nerve-wrecked yet filled with potential — but San is not here. Too bad. Yunho wouldn’t mind taking him under his wing again.

But San quickly fades from Yunho’s mind when a stranger catches his eyes. When you catch his eyes.

He stops reaching for more snacks, absent-mindedly using a tissue to wipe his hands clean while he watches you instead. You took the flexible dresscode and ran with it, wearing a sexy getup with generous amounts of see-through fabric. Covered yet exposed. Intended to provoke… but not exuding any particular authority. You want to be noticed, noticed by someone who will act on what they see.

It’s enough for Yunho to mentally categorise you a sub, or at least a switch. He can never be completely sure from just a look, of course — but Yunho has a solid track record of educated guesses, and you’ve put too much effort into your look to be unintentional about what message you telegraph to others. Well, you succeeded in your efforts; Yunho has noticed you, and he is definitely contemplating to act on it.

Your getup almost makes him feel a little under-dressed in comparison. Nice slacks and a flattering pinstripe waistcoat, a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to expose his strong forearms. The look is finished by a nice, bulky watch on his wrist and silver rings adorning his long fingers on one hand, a leather black glove on the other.

(Okay, maybe he’s not that under-dressed. He also wanted to telegraph a message.)

You must feel his eyes on you, glancing Yunho’s way and unmistakably pleased by his attention. You bite your lip, almost like you’re shy, but then you subtly arch your back a little, pushing your pretty plump ass back. You grin when Yunho’s eyes follow the movement, then you saunter over to the buffet table with confident steps.

Yunho watches with a slow, amused smile how you ignore him completely, pouring yourself a glass of water instead. Already you’re playing. He doesn’t mind that, not at all. He can give a little chase if you want to be pursued.

“Haven’t seen you around this scene before. First timer?” he asks. His voice is casual, his burning gaze anything but.

You look at him over the brim of your glass, hiding a coy smile. Your eyes flicker over to Yunho’s hands, lingering on his leather glove. “Second, actually,” you answer, though Yunho infers from your tone that while you might be new to parties, you are not inexperienced with this type of play in general.

“Shame,” he says with a shrug. “Wouldn’t have minded showing you around. Give you the grand tour.”

You set down your glass, tilting your head with a playful glint in your eyes. “…You can still show me around, if you like. Wouldn’t mind being seen with you.”

The way you tilted your head shows off the column of your neck in a way that has Yunho’s hands itching. He considers your grin for a long moment, flexing his fingers. You don’t waver.

“Yeah. I can do that,” Yunho says, something darker creeping into his voice. “So what are you looking for? Any hard limits?”

“Nothing outside what Chris doesn’t allow in his house,” you say, not in the least thrown by the directness of Yunho’s question. You talk through some of your expectations and preferences, and Yunho listens with vested interest as the vast extent of your compatibility rapidly becomes clear.

His pants are already getting a little tight. You notice.

“Then… want to play with me?” you grin, biting your lip at him.

“Thought you’d never ask.” Yunho extends his ungloved hand to you, and he chuckles at how you almost seem disappointed; like you’d hoped for him to grab you by the throat right here and now. “Hey. All good things to those that wait,” he teases, beckoning his long fingers, showing off his rings.

“I’m not good at waiting,” you sulk, but take his hand anyway. For all your pouting, Yunho can feel the shudder that runs through you as his warm palm envelops yours, his rings pressing into your skin.

He leads you away from the buffet table (‘shenanigans near the snacks’ is among the things Chris does not allow), across the house’s open floorplan to a semi-secluded lounge area. You won’t be alone there.

Some of your future bystanders look up at the new arrival, though a few are too wrapped up in each other to pay you and Yunho any mind. Soft moans and faint wet squelches make up the background music, punctuated by the occasional muffled cry from a private room nearby.

Everyone else is seated, but Yunho takes you to stand right in the middle of the lounge area.

“Now, let us see what you can do,” he drawls, raising an unimpressed eyebrow. It’s time to play for real now. “On your knees, sweetheart.”

As you do just so, Yunho glances about the room again. Everyone not otherwise occupied is watching you intently. Hungry interest; some of pure appreciation, others laced with envy.

Just as you unbutton Yunho’s slacks and pull them down, inhaling tightly when you fully comprehend what you are dealing with, Yunho catches the eye of a delicate young man with long blond hair. A pair of lips is lavishing his chest with attention and yet he can’t look away, can’t seem to decide if he wants to fuck you or want to be you, face-to-face with Yunho’s impressive size.

Yunho grins at the pretty freckled blush on the young man’s face — and then ignores him completely, putting his hand on your head to give you a light push down to his half-hard cock. He sighs in bliss when you press a soft kiss against the tip. A sweetheart you are indeed.

You start off slow, not taking him very deep yet; first a few hungry strokes with the flat of your tongue over the underside of his slowly hardening dick. It creates an easier slide for your hand, but your mouth is focused on sucking his cockhead, teasing at his slit. Yunho takes deep breaths, not wanting to show just how affected he is already.

He idly wonders if this is your usual style, working up to more, or if you’re a little intimidated by his sheer girth and length. He wouldn’t mind that — it’s kinda cute, honestly. And it does lead to wonder just how filthy you’ll get once the timidity wears off…

Yunho likes the thought of that. Wants to coax it out of you.

“Cute,” he taunts with a raspy chuckle, sinking his ungloved hand into your hair. “The little cockslut is nervous about taking my dick down that tight throat. Never had one that big before, have you?”

You moan around him, glancing up with a pitiful shimmer in your eyes. You take him just a little deeper, whine in frustration at the physical limitation of your mouth, and pitifully shake your head at him.

His cock twitches, and not just from the vibrations of your whines. Usually Yunho believes he doesn’t have an ego about his size, just appreciates its utility — but then someone like you comes along and proves him all wrong.

A light movement catches Yunho’s eye, and he chuckles again. “Look at you, can’t even keep your hands to yourself,” he scoffs as you try to relieve some of the pressure between your legs. “No. No, that won’t do. Cocksleeves don’t get to touch themselves until they’ve served their purpose.”

You make a noise, slightly more distressed this time as you stare up at him.

“I’m not good at waiting,” you had said. It sounded bratty to Yunho’s ears at the time, still does now, but there is not a hint of defiance in your needy eyes, only desperation.

“But… I happen to be in a friendly mood. How about we make a deal,” Yunho offers in compensation. (Fuck, is he soft on you already?) “You keep your hands where they belong” — he pats on his thighs — “and I will use mine to reward you after.”

Just to make his point, Yunho goes to lightly wrap his gloved hand around your neck, leather pressing against bare skin, while his other hand tugs at your hair a little harder. He saw you check them out earlier. Yunho knows perfectly well how most people feel about his hands, and you are no different.

You swallow thickly around his cockhead, anticipation shuddering through you. Obediently, you press your palms against Yunho’s thighs, fingers brushing against his hipbones. Good. Yunho likes his hands too, likes using them. Especially to wrap around a pretty neck like yours.

“Then come on, sweetheart,” he says, tugging at your hair again. “Show me how far you can take my cock without gagging on it.”

Again, you let out a little moan around him, in protest this time.

Yunho’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. “Oh? My little cockslut is ready to choke on my dick now?” (You sure changed your tune on that one quick. Yunho is definitely not complaining though. Maybe you really aren’t a brat.)

You make an affirmative noise that grows whiny when his gloved fingers tighten ever so slightly. Shit. He’s gonna have so much fun with you.

“Then relax for me, sweetheart. Let’s see how deep I can fit in that tight throat.”

The answer is, right around three-quarters deep. It’s a brave effort, honestly; some don’t even get that far. And Yunho hardly cares about the neglected part of his cock, not when you are so warm and welcoming and wet around the rest of him, drool leaking down your chin. Your eyes are even tearier than before, swollen lips stretched obscenely around his fat cock.

You gurgle weakly, your eyes fluttering shut as you let him guide you up and down his length. He can’t imagine that your jaw isn’t aching, but you make no noise of complaint, content to let him take control now it’s clear where your limit lies. Yunho is fine with that, except…

“Look at me,” he says, just sharp enough to snap you out of your cockdrunk haze. “Let me see those pretty eyes while I’m fucking your mouth. A good cocksleeve can do that for me, can’t you?”

You blink up at him, your gaze wet and shimmering. There is almost an innocence to it, like it’s your first time sucking dick and you are in the middle of a holy revelation right here on your knees for him. Never wanting to let him out of your mouth again.

Although… Judging by the way you’re starting to squirm, rubbing your thighs together, Yunho suspects that last part might just be wishful thinking. He hisses when your nails dig into his hips, like you’re trying to stop yourself from reaching down. Yunho smacks at your hands in warning.

“Hey, hey, don’t go and ruin things for yourself now,” he sweetly coos, though his grin mocks as he firmly rubs his thumb over the length of your neck. “You were doing so well, is this your limit? Is this as much as a fragile cockslut like you can take?”

Immediately you whine in protest, trying to shake your head but pinned by Yunho’s hold on your hair, stuffed too deeply by his dick.

“That’s it,” Yunho hums in approval. “I’m gonna move a little faster now, alright? Be good and swallow my load, then I’ll give you everything you need.”

You moan eagerly, letting him fuck into you with shallow but rough thrusts. Muffled whimpers and wet gurgles escape past his cock, your chin soaked with saliva that spills down onto his glove. It doesn’t take him much longer, not with how good your hot mouth feels enveloping him, and the eyes surrounding you and him still watching how Yunho takes exactly what he wants from you.

He grunts sharply when he hits the back of your throat and you spasm around him with a loud, choked moan — and it takes all his self-control not to buck harder into your willing mouth. He could break you, he knows that. You would gladly let him, he knows that too. Not yet. Not this early in the night.

Instead Yunho pulls back until just his cockhead rests heavy and leaking on your tongue. He strokes his spit-glistening length, just a few quick passes and he groans lowly as hot euphoria bursts through his veins, magnified by the sight of your throat bobbing as he spills inside, swallowing him down.

Yunho pants with harsh breaths as he carefully releases your hair, still semi-hard when your glossy lips are finally released. They stay open in a wide ‘o’ as you stare up at him in a daze, like he fucked the shape of himself into them.

Your knees are stiff and unsteady as Yunho helps you back on your feet. It endears him, appealing to his softer side again. The sloppy mess on your face and neck, however, appeals to a different side. He sort-of wipes you clean, two tender hands cupping your cheeks, but he doesn’t try too hard. He likes the wrecked look too much on you. Wants to see how much further he can take you.

But as Yunho glances up to give his audience one last look, his eyes light up when he finds a familiar face. A face that has clearly been watching them intently for at least a while, cheeks dusted with an adorable blush, a distinct tenting in the pants underneath.

San.

Almost as shy and uncertain as the last time, though he no longer looks like he might bolt at any second — and he looks exactly as eager to please. Yunho is still not wholly convinced that San isn’t a switch, despite what he may say himself; but then again, Yunho’s guesswork has never been an exact art. Doesn’t matter right now anyway. A sweet thing like you might be just what San needs to melt that uncertainty away… and Yunho finds himself in a sharing mood.

“You alright, sweetheart?” Yunho murmurs to you, gently brushing his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Yeah,” you say, slightly hoarse but with a tired, radiant smile. “I’m really good.”

“Then… how does my pretty slut feel about having two cocks tonight?”

Your eyes widen in surprise, but you quickly find the target of Yunho’s suggestion, whose flush deepens when he realises he’s been noticed. Your breath catches at the sight of San, and Yunho smiles slowly as he draws you towards him. The night has just gotten started, and already it’s far beyond even his sweetest expectations.

[canisalbus]

i would like to imagine that after machete dies, vasco starts collecting red things. red, like the soles of machetes shoes and the hems of his cassocks, the front of his nightgowns after a heavy nosebleed. or maybe he collects pink things, like machete's nose and ears and paw pads, or things white like his fur. he never collects anything black, however. red like the hems but never black like the fabric. black is too sad. it's grief, it's unfathomable loss and it means admitting machete is actually gone, stolen from the world. but ludovica is there, and she indulges his collections in little ways on the occasion. it's a small comfort, her love for her husband in their lavender way.

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[tamas-love]

（ 제목 ）JAKE THOUGHTS.

PRESENT.⠀⟡​⠀in which, jake goes from your admirer to your boyfriend. REQUESTED.⠀⟡​⠀by anon: "whatdyou think bf Jake would be like? Sfw"

（ 심재윤 ） — pairing = fem!reader x bf!jake ୨୧ warning = nothing, just physical touch and jake being a cute golden retriever. ୨୧ wc = no count.

a/n : sorru for accidentally deleting this anon's request, but here you go anonnie!! i hope you like this <3

click me! ↓

admirer!jake who was so excited when he found out you were in the same classes as him on his schedule. admirer!jake who asked for your number with the excuse of talking about a group project. admirer!jake who noticed you were failing in math and offered to tutor you at his place, free of price. admirer!jake who makes sure you're comfortable and have food at all times when you're at his place. admirer!jake who walked you back home since it was too late to be alone. admirer!jake who did little things (like making you lunch, buying your favorite snacks, bringing you drinks in the morning during school) that made you warm up to him easily. admirer!jake who walked you home on particular night from his place and decided he'd shoot his shot. admirer!jake who gently pushed you against the entrance door of your house, his hand beside your head. admirer!jake who slowly leaned in, looking at your eyes softly for permission--once you nodded he leaned in and press his lips against yours. his soft plump lips, gently kissing yours. admirer!jake who showed up the next night holding a big basket filled with your favorite snacks, a pair of matching pajamas, and your favorite plushies to give you as he asked you out. you excitedly said yes and celebrated with a long make out session and jake who stayed over the night.

present!bf!jake who takes you out on a date every weekend when he has free time. present!bf!jake who takes photos of you when he finds you cute and saves it to his album named 'my baby girl' present!bf!jake who posts you on his story everyday, makes sure to give you 100 hugs everyday, and 100 kisses everyday so you don't get lonely or accuse him of not loving you. present!bf!jake who shows his love and affection through physical touch (his hand on your thigh--gently rubbing it, interlocking your fingers, playfully picking you up, giving you back hugs, making sure his hand placement made your heart flutter..) and acts of service (buying you food, letting you go on his phone with trust, cutting your steak into easy bite pieces, making you food even if you didn't ask for it..).

© tamas-love on tumblr, © tamas-love on wattpad ㅤㅤ𓈒ㅤㅤ𓈒 taglist open.⠀⦂ ⠀@nheyri , @uoalirie , @moonpri , @minaz-luv

[fl3a-bag]

i used to use hexbugs as vibrators

This is not what we set out to do with HexTech

[foreveric]

What does your username stand for?

it actually is a combination of the words "forever" and "euphoric"! i chose "forever" because it's the name of a song i've been listening to a lot recently. it's linked below if you wanna give it a listen ❣️

[rika-mortis]

Do dev and Timmy get close? Does peri get excited or scared to see his big brother again?

Kind of! At least that’s what Timmy would like to think. Personally, I don’t see Dev as the type to be very open with others (Hazel being the exception). I imagine Dev just acting like he always does, not fully understanding why Timmy wants to spend time with him. Maybe one day when Dev grows up, he’ll realize it and wish he had appreciated it more back then.

As for Peri, I think it’s a mix of both. We’ve already seen how nervous he was with his parents before being reunited with them, so I imagine it would play out in similar way with Timmy 🤔 I remember someone from the FOPANW crew mentioned something that Peri is the type who wants to stand out more than his parents. He’s probably aware that Timmy doesn’t remember him. And because of that I can see Peri trying his best to appear classy and sophisticated because he wants to leave a strong first impression on Timmy just like what he did with Dev.

(Though it probably wouldn’t take long for Peri to break down in front of him.)

[slut4b1ls]

you should write something about reader wearing an anklet with billie’s name/ initial on it 👀

—I BELONG TO YOU

BILLIE EILISH X F!READER

a/n: Okay I get your vision!! Changed it up a little because ankles scare me (if you meant an actual anklet) but here is a short fluff about reader wearing a necklace with Billie’s initial on it! I hope it will do, thank you for the request love❣️

summary: you decided to surprise your girlfriend with a thing that would make her sure of the way you’re truly hers.

masterlist.

You were getting ready to meet your girlfriend Billie at your favorite restaurant. She booked you two a table there for a late night date and you decided to surprise her with something for that occasion. Last night when you were at the mall you saw this beautiful necklace with a "B" letter on it. It caught your attention immediately since it automatically reminded you of your girlfriend. You thought about how you could buy and wear it to your planned date. Thought about it as showing Billie that you are truly hers since she liked to remind you of that pretty often.

The necklace went back home with you and it ended up on your neck the minute you started getting ready for the date. You called a taxi that took you straight to the restaurant. You were all dolled up with a classy dress on complimented by the necklace.

After the finished ride you went out of the taxi and went straight to the restaurant to sit at your table and wait for Billie. She showed up about 5 minutes later and you saw her eyes immediately glow the moment she landed them on you as she entered the space. "You look amazing, pretty girl" She said as she went in work a hug and then sat infront of you. You looked at her and smiled waiting for her to notice the new necklace with her initial you were wearing.

You started fingering your necklace gently to get her attention on it. Billie quickly caught on and looked right at your neck "Oh.. what is this?" she said looking back at you with her significant smirk. "You like it?" You answered softly smiling. "Do I like it? Baby i thought that something else would be compressing your neck tonight but I’m fine with that" she said returning the smile.

You quietly chuckled and Billie’s eyes went back on your neck, or rather your chest. "Well… since you love to remind me I’m yours only so much.. I wanted everyone else to be able to see it too.”

Billie felt her heart flutter as those words came out of your lips. She loved it when you remind her how you belong to her, and only her. "You make it so hard for me not to bend you over this table right now, baby" She said as she squeezes her hands in her lap a little tighter. "I mean.. the bathrooms is empty I believe.” You added as she tilted her head down a little and turned around to look at the bathroom door.

[jjslaybank]

Hear me out

Pogue!reader who is shy, quiet, and doesn’t get into any trouble

Perv!rafe who’s been watching her around town a little, and he’s even a little mean

Grumpy!sunshine type of thing

Also no daddy kink, if that’s okay <3

Thank u!

(not entirely proofread!)

oh anon you are cooking. ngl i wanna make this into a smau bc i wanna expound on this

i can imagine pogue!reader (you) just minding your business playing in the sand or some shit

and perv!rafe on his motorcycle somewhere a bit secluded with a film camera pointed at you

as you bends down excitedly to grab a seashell to add to your collection you hears a snap and begin to look confusedly at your surroundings

he panics like crazy and you spots him and confronts him

he's all like "'s nothing, i swear"

you raise an eyebrow but ultimately believe him

rafe adds the polaroid of your perfect plump ass to his collection of other compromising pictures of you

when he's super horny he likes to go to your house and rummage through your dirty laundry

one night as he's doing so, he spots a panty carelessly discarded on the floor

upon further inspection he realizes the panty had just recently worn

too recent.

and they were soaked.

(under the cut bc i got inspired lol)

he sniffs it and closes his eyes, savoring your scent. he can't take it anymore - he pulls down his pants and grabs his cock, covering it with your damp panties.

he begins to thrust into them, hissing as the pleasure courses through his body. he grabs his phone and snaps a picture of the sight.

then through his lust-filled daze he hears your quiet whimpers coming from your bedroom. he thanks whatever power up above for the fact that you left the door slightly ajar.

he peeks in and lo and behold you're lying on your back, legs slightly spread as your rub your clit, your face tilted to the side to muffle your moans into a pillow. rafe is nearly feral.

"fuckin' hell... i wouldn't imagine that the pogue whose hobbies are collecting seashells and building sandcastles was also a dirty little slut..."

his hand almost instantly goes to his rock hard cock, giving it a few pumps.

"but then again, it's always the quiet ones."

rafe chuckles, his hand picking up speed as you reach orgasm, thrashing wildly on the bed.

he decides to be more daring than ever and tiptoes into your room, grabbing his phone to snap a picture of your blissed-out face.

he notices the flash of the camera way too late, and before he realizes it, you're screaming in his face to get the fuck out, a blanket draped over your lower half.

"shh, baby, 's okay. you're secret's safe with me."

he takes another whiff of your panties.

"fuck, this shit smells good. but i prefer to get it straight from the source."

he bends down and slowly removes the blanket, exposing your pussy to his hungry eyes.

"i'll treat ya good, 'kay? gonna take damn good care of this pussy..."

gonna leave it on a cliffhanger for funsies 🤭

horny hours are open 24/7! feel free to send me an ask if you've got a horny thought <33

[hoshizoralone]

just want to say if you’ve ever sent me a long or extremely unique ask complimenting my art and i dont respond to it. it’s not because im Evil and dont want to respond it’s because i purposely hoard those asks like a dragon so i can reread them all the time and if i answer them they’re now outside of my dragon treasure hoard

[siiversans]

So I know that ink and gin were close yeah? But did ink have a emotional breakdown from when gin died?