#black heart anon🖤

[selfship-confession-box]

I love my scrunkly rotten boyfriend like you don’t even understand!!, he’s so!,,! So very!!!

✨🖤

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[real-fire-emblem-takes]

Same anon who made the Chrom training for Grima ask

I stand by what I said

-🖤

oh so it was chrima monsterfucking

[rememberwren]

Shout out to the anon mentioning Tracy’s Dog OG 2! The reviews seem to also echo your sentiment anon. Much more affordable compared to bellessa as well.

-🖤

Oh, feels good AND it’s affordable? Checking all my boxes.

[iwouldfuckdarkiplier]

💙🌹... i see i have a counterpart now lol /j

But vampire Damien is 🤌

Perfection

Being able to control what the person being fed from feels is a wonderful idea. To add onto that, he in my mind would probably have control of some aphrodisiac or toxin that allows the person to block out the pain and or feel intense pleasure, administered via his fangs.

I can only imagine all of the fun scenarios that can lead to~

Maybe it could lead to a hypnotizing affect, letting yourself become such a cute little play thing for Damien to have fun with, to just be at his whim for whatever pleasures he wants to give to you

~🖤🌹

Vampire Damien? That's a concept.

[funkylilomen]

🖤 ref sheet! (+ hcs)

[twospiritstooprideful]

i suppose i have hidden my identity better than i thought

i really thought you knew who i was

i should have an emoji or something

uhhh

🖤there we go

dude, I'm fuckin' clueless when it comes to anons, but, you said we're mutuals, I don't know any of my mutuals also being an Arizonan. Of course, this only means I haven't gotten emotionally attached enough to stalk your blog.

Give it some time, I'll be emotionally attached soon enough.

[asterias-record-shop]

anon honey, you have become my black heart anon!!! hehe, love getting requests from you :)

hi! i did the last request for your fic "attention" and omg it was so good, thank u!

i was wondering if we could have another ethan fic, or hcs, whichever would be easier for you to write or do, with just kinda dominant things abt him? both sfw and nsfw if u can!

but maybe include something with both degradation and praise again? one or the other, you don’t have to do both if it’s too much!

i really appreciate ur work, ur doing amazing!

thank u! 🖤

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SFW

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who wasn't really dominant until he met you. Ethan was classically more of a submissive by nature because that's how he stayed hidden, but when he met you, a playful and funny girl that always stayed by his side.

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who asked you out after finally finding all of the courage he could and surprised when you said yes. He was so confused when you said yes, but he went along with it, grateful that you did.

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who takes you out on a classic dinner and a movie date, a horror movie to be exact. Whether you were fine with horror or not, you would still be basically gripping his hands and almost spilling into his seat.

"Ethan, you so planned this!"

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who actually did plan it, but not expecting you to go through with it. After the movie he took you out to dinner at your favorite restaurant, paying for you like a gentleman and walking you back home, not even trying to get a kiss before you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back.

"You weren't going to leave me without a kiss, were you?"

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who does kiss you, hard and passionately as you push your hands into his curls and pull him lower with a loud groan.

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who asked you to be his girlfriend after a few dates and became the best boyfriend ever, accidentally becoming more of a dominant partner. He would carry all of your stuff, always having one of your ChapSticks or perfumes you always forgot.

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who shows it subtly, not really putting it on show with a tight hand on your hip that keeps you close by. He would always pull you close at parties and get you your drinks, watches them when you go dance, he would definitely come off more as a soft dominant in public spaces.

NSFW

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who wasn't really sure how to be dominant at first. His actions outside of the bedroom were basically second for you, he liked to take care of the person he was in love with.

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who first figures out he was your dom whenever you slip into that hazy mindset where your mind was in the clouds and you were begging for him to fuck you, legs spread and eyes basically clouded from the way you looked at him. It made him lose control, slipping into your leaking cunt and thrusting into you with no warning, fucking you until you couldn’t think about anything else but his cock.

“What, you want me to stop? You’re crying, you want me to stop?”

“No, no! No, don’t want you to stop, keep fucking me!”

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who - as your dom - expected you to be at the door waiting to give him head when he got home. He would use your mouth like a fleshlight for his own pleasure, forcing your head against the wall and fucking your throat until he came a satisfactory amount and watched as you swallow it.

“Taste good baby?”

“Mhm, so good, E.”

“Good girl, baby, you’re such a good girl for me. Why don’t you go put on a pretty little outfit for me so I can make dinner?”

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who makes you play with yourself on the counter next to the stove as he cooks dinner, watching as you use your fingers that didn’t do enough to fuck your pretty leaking cunt as he made your favorite for dinner. The squelching of your wet pussy was music to his ears as you fucked yourself fast and roughly, trying to find that spot inside of you only Ethan could get.

“Please, Ethan, I need you to fuck me! I’ll be good, I promise!”

“In a minute, baby, let me finish dinner. I don’t want it to burn.”

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who finishes dinner and sits you on his cock as you both ate, feeding you and helping to make sure that you were comfy in your hazy state of mind, giving you a loving slap to your ass every time you tried to move on his cock. It would make you whine and beg, beg for him to fuck you right on the table, but Ethan was patient in a way you never expected when it came to being dominant in bed.

“Ethan, please, need to be fucked and used by you! Please, please use me!”

“When we finish eating baby, be patient.”

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who gets annoyed whenever you don’t stop teasing him, riding his cock and humping against him as he fed you and ate himself, finally standing up and walking to your shared room to take you off his coke and throw you on the bed.

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who punishes you with a vibrator he got molded to his own cock, knowing damn well none of the others could satisfy you but also knowing that only he could make you cum. Watching as you tried to get yourself off in desperation, screaming and sobbing and moaning as you begged for him to fuck you.

“No, no! I’m sorry, I’m sorry for being bad, but please fuck me — please fuck me Ethan!”

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who’s debating whether he should fuck you or not, taking so much pleasure in watching you come undone at his hand from a sex toy molded to his own body, the vibrator finally hitting that spot inside of you that actually made you cum. Staring at your face as it scrunches up, relishing in your moans and pleads.

“Ethan, please, please fuck me with your cock! Your real cock, need to cum on your cock, need to feel you cumming inside of me!”

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who starts to tease you, whispering naughty things in your ear to get you all desperate and flustered.

“You want me to fuck you? Want me to fuck you and help get you off, is that it darling?”

“Oh, well what do I get in return, baby? Fucking a baby into you is enough payment, but I don’t know if you deserve it…”

“You’re such a fucking slut, wanting my cum and my cock when you’ve cum so many times around this silicone toy. You’re such a slut I’m sure you’d keep cumming if I keep this inside of you and shove my dick inside your tight cunt with it. I’m sure you would love that, wouldn’t you?”

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who finally gives in, turning from teasing and taunting you to the most praiseful man ever.

“You’re doing so good for me, my darling girl, so fucking good. I could cum right now in your tight cunt, that’s how good you are for me.”

“You don’t have to ask to cum baby, you can cut all you want, that’s your reward for being such a good cunt for me. An amazing fucking place holder for my cock, this is where my cock belongs. Inside of you, every second of the fucking day.”

“Fuck yes baby, You’re doing so good for me, I’m gonna cum. I’m going to fill you up baby, fuck!”

— Dominant! Ethan Landry who’s only focused on your pleasure, continuing to fuck you until you tell him you can’t go on anymore, watching you come down from your hazy mindset as he cleaned you up, pressing a firm kiss to your cum stained thighs.

“You did so good for me darling, so fucking good.”

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[penny00dreadful]

So does anyone remember that post that was like "Robin and Eddie meet when she does that thing that's like 'hello, please pretend you know me so I can get away from this person' then Steddie happens?" Because I do. I cannot for the life of me find it. If anyone knows the post I'm talking about please let me know so I can link it, this is very much not my idea, it's that persons idea but the brain worms got me so here we are. 🤷‍♀️

We found it! It's this post by @wynnyfryd Thank you Anon! Obviously I went in a different direction with it but this post was 100% my inspiration so thank you for helping me find it!

AO3 link for those asking! 🖤

Robin should be royally pissed off with herself right now. She would be if she wasn’t so damn scared.

That guy was still trailing behind her, no matter the twists and turns she’d taken down different streets trying to lose him and the only thing she’d gained from it was to get totally and completely lost. It could be something completely innocent, the guy might be coincidentally going in the same direction as her but she wasn’t willing to give him the benefit of the doubt if it meant keeping herself alive.

The distance between the two of them was slowly closing as she was followed through the dark and empty streets of the city, hoping, praying for some kind of shop or restaurant or something to make an appearance so she could hide inside but apparently Robin was able to find the one street in this city where everything was either closed for the night or boarded up.

Her heart was pounding in her ears and the beginnings of tears were starting to sting her eyes and all she could think of was how sick with worry Steve was going to be in the morning when he woke up to no missed calls, no missed texts and no Robin. She’d scoffed at him hours earlier when he’d offered to go to the ‘work thing’ with her but she'd told him she was a big girl and she could look after herself and not to be such a worrywart mom.

And now she had no idea where her phone had gone, if she'd left it behind or dropped it somewhere, no idea where she was and no idea of what she was going to do.

If she’d been a bit more present in her head she probably would have noticed the loud, braying, male laughter coming from just ahead of her and crossed the street to avoid them before it was obvious she was avoiding them. But as it was she could barely see straight through her tears and panicked tunnel vision while simultaneously trying to keep an eye on the slowly encroaching guy behind her. She was practically already in the group’s space and one of them had definitely already seen her though he didn’t pay her any attention.

But even through her blurred vision and panic, she finally registered what exactly she was looking at. Four men standing around the entrance to what looked like the diviest of empty dive bars, chain smoking and being as loud as humanly possible, but that’s not what caught her eye.

Long hair, chains, leather, denim, tartan, rings, tattoos, subculture. If Robin had to choose a group of men to approach, any kind of subculture would be the best option. They knew what it was like to be other. There was no guarantee these guys were safe, but they were probably safer than a group of frat boys.

The next thing that caught her eye that nearly made her cry in relief as she got closer were the patches and pins.

A rainbow ‘A’ against a black and white striped background pinned on one guys collar, a yellow-white-purple-black patch on another's arm, a pink-yellow-blue patch over the third guys heart and a progress pride flag pinned to the largest guys pocket.

Her people.

Without a second's hesitation she made a bee-line for them, planting herself firmly next to yellow-white-purple-black patch person who had a mess of thick light brown curls that reminded her of Steve’s hair. They fell painfully silent at her arrival.

The four of them blinked down at her, with her tearfilled eyes and wild aura of panic around her they were probably, understandably freaked out.

“Hi guys!” She called out to them, probably a little too loud, hoping her voice carried back to the fucker following her, tensing as she could actually hear his footsteps approaching now.

The guy with the longest hair and the pink-yellow-blue patch standing directly in front of her glanced quickly over her shoulder before returning his gaze to her. His face split into a wide warm grin, tapping her shoulder lightly.

“Hey girlie. We thought you weren’t coming, we’ve been waiting.”

The footsteps behind her audibly slowed down. Robin laughed, a little maniacally, keeping her frantic gaze on him, not daring to turn around. “Yeah, I uh- g- got sidetracked.”

“Eddie, what-”

Pink-yellow-blue patch guy, Eddie she supposed, slapped ‘A’ patch guy lightly on the stomach with the back of his hand, shutting him up as her pursuer passed them by, giving the group a wide berth.

“Hey, no worries. You’re here now, right?”

Pride patch guy kept his eyes on the guy who’d been following her the whole time, only looking away when he eventually turned the corner, disappearing into the night.

Robin immediately felt her posture slacken now that he was finally gone, the full weight of everything coming down on her. Her tears began to spill over and her whole body shook as hysterical sobs started to pour out of her body.

“I’m sorry. I’m- I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to do. I think I left my phone behind and I don’t know where I am. We only moved here a couple of weeks ago and I got lost trying to get away and- and-”

“Hey, hey. It’s okay.” Yellow-white-purple-black patch person squeezed her shoulder lightly, keeping their distance. “You’re okay. Don’t worry about it.”

“We can call someone for you, if you want?” Eddie asked, crossing his arms tight like he was trying not to reach out to her, probably worried it would freak her out more. “Boyfriend or girlfriend-”

“Or romantic partner.” The person with their hand on her shoulder interjected lightly.

“Alright Baron from the Baronies.” Eddie snorted. “But fair point, Gareth. Romantic partner or friend or whatever?”

“Um,” Robin’s voice was still shaking. “I don’t… I’ve never been good at memorising numbers…”

“Me too, terrible at them.” Eddie smiled again, pulling his phone from his pocket. Robin’s fear and panic was almost entirely gone now even though she was still hiccuping and sniffling underneath their concerned gazes. They were all firmly keeping their distance, keeping any touches short and fleeting, not moving too suddenly, trying their best to make sure she knew they weren’t a threat and it was really helping her to start feeling safe again. “But we could try to find them online? Instagram or something?”

“Yeah. Yeah we could try that.” She wiped her eyes roughly against her sleeve as she shuffled over to Eddie’s side. “My best friend, Steve, he uh- he’s probably asleep and I don’t think you can call him if you don’t have him added…”

“You can send him a message.” Eddie replied easily, handing his phone over. “And if he doesn’t wake up, we’ll try something else.” 

“Don’t worry we’ll get you home.” ‘A’ patch guy smiled down at her while pride patch guy nodded along.

Robin sniffed again. “Thanks.” She was able to conjure up a small watery smile as she opened the app and found Steve’s profile, shooting off a quick message begging him not to freak out and explaining the situation as concisely as she could.

“Here.” She handed Eddie back his phone who glanced down at it for just a second before his eyes widened slightly as he scrolled through Steve’s profile.

“Oh shit. This is your friend?”

Robin nodded. “Mm-hmm.”

“He’s… he’s really pretty.”

That managed to pull a startled laugh from her. “Oh god, don’t tell him that, you’ll give him a big head.”

“Let me see?” Gareth asked, whistling low when Eddie turned his phone around showing a photo of Steve and Robin at their last pride parade cheering with the crowd, Steve with the pink-purple-blue of the bi flag smeared across each cheek and Robin with the pinks, oranges and white of the lesbian flag draped around her shoulders. “He is really pretty.”

Eddie snatched the phone back, cradling it to his chest. “Fuck off, Gare. I saw him first.”

Robin smiled again. “Any response from him?”

“Hm?” Eddie asked distractedly, scrolling through Steve’s photos before pride flag guy punched him in the shoulder. “Ow! Wh- oh, sorry!” Eddie frantically scrolled back up before clicking into his messages again and shaking his head. “Nothing yet.” He held the phone out to show her.

“Okay.”

“What’s your address? If he doesn’t respond, we'll find a way to get you there.”

“Uh…” Robin was drawing a complete blank, only able to remember her parents home address hundreds of miles away.

“Or tell us something nearby.” Eddie added, not missing a beat, clearly picking up on Robin’s lack of an answer. “What’s on your street?”

“Um,” she closed her eyes, trying to picture it in her head, “there’s a couple of Chinese take outs, Asian food store, paint store… there’s… I think it’s a tattoo parlour? There’s designs painted on the window, a tower on either side. I think they’re from Lord of the Rings?”

“Inklings? Is that the place?”

Robin opened her eyes. Eddie was grinning at her conspiratorially. “That’s it. You know it?”

“Would you believe me if I told you I work there?”

“No way.”

“Way.”

Hope was starting to grow feathers inside Robin’s chest. She could go home, she didn’t have to stay out all night waiting for Steve to wake up and never let her out of his sight again, she could hug her best friend and drink coffee out of her favourite mug and curse at their finicky fridge and steal his hair products again. She could go home.

“Is it far?”

“Nah, only a few streets away. Ten minute walk, tops.”

“D’you- I mean… do you think you could-” Could she really ask them to walk her home after they’d already done so much for her? Would she be asking too much? Could she be putting herself in more danger?

“I can take you there if you want? Let you get back to your… Steve.” There was a slight blush dusting over Eddie’s cheeks. Maybe he did have an ulterior motive, but it wasn’t an ulterior motive involving her. If she wasn’t so wrung out and aching to crawl into her own bed she’d be thinking up teasing material to lambaste Steve with. But as it was, she was desperate to get home.

“Would that be okay?”

“Yeah.” Eddie replied, bright and easy. “It would just be me and you though,” he held his hands up in surrender, “and you can totally say no, like if you're uncomfortable or whatever. Gareth is Grant and Jeff’s ride home and you’re still on the clock, right?” He turned to Gareth towards the end of his sentence.

“Yeah, but I get off shift in about an hour so could come in if you wanted, wait around in the back room until then if you wanna go as a group?” They answered. 

“I think… I think I just want to get home.”

“Okay, cool. No worries I’ll get you there safe and sound. Here,” Eddie pulled his phone out again, “I’m gonna message Steve to let him know we’re on the way in case he wakes up,” he showed her the short message only sending it off when she gave a nod, “and I’ll get you to navigate just so we don’t get lost.” 

He handed his phone to her with the maps app open, directing them towards Inklings tattoo parlour. He was playing it off like an easy joke, instead of another way to assure her she was safe. He was making sure she knew exactly where he was taking her at all times, he was making sure she had the ability to call the police or whatever if he turned on her, he was making sure she knew he didn’t need or want her address if she didn’t want to give it. 

This fucking guy.

He definitely wouldn’t be the worst choice Steve had ever made if it did go that way.

“I don’t know how to thank all of you, seriously. I don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t run into you.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Grant smiled at her before hesitating. “Uh, I just realised we don’t have your name.”

“Oh!” She laughed at herself, feeling lighter. “I’m Robin.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Robin.” Grant held his hand out, shaking hers once she took it.

“Likewise.”

“And don’t worry about thanking us, just pay it forward, yeah?” Jeff said.

“Plus.” Gareth took on a nonchalant tone even though they had a smirk plastered over their face. “We’ll see you again at Steve and Eddie’s wedding.”

“Shut up!” Eddie scowled but didn’t hold onto it for long in the wake of Robin’s giggles.

She sighed once the giggles subsided, a weight lifted off her shoulders. “I look forward to it.” She raised her hand in salute as the three of them headed back inside, turning to Eddie as he held his elbow out.

“Shall we?”

Robin tried to suppress her smile but took Eddie’s arm anyway. They only made it down one street and around one corner, Robin clutching tight to Eddie’s phone before he finally asked.

"So."

"So."

"Best friend Steve." Eddie twirled his rings around his fingers. "Is he…"

“He’s single.” She answered lightly. “But you might be arriving into his life at the wrong time. He’s recently sworn off men.”

“Well we’ve all sworn off men once or twice. Men are terrible.”

“Agreed.”

“Is it because of a bad ex?”

Robin threw her head back with a groan remembering the giant breakdown that had finally finally ended it. “Tommy was the worst. He’s the reason we even moved out here, there’s nowhere to get away from an ex in a small town, you know? They’re everywhere. I’m not going to go into what happened, it’s not my business to say but it was bad.”

Eddie nodded, his eyes down on the ground, running through everything in his head.

Robin could see the tattoo parlour up ahead, the glorious sight of their apartment building just a few buildings away.

“Do you think… with time… he could open himself up to men again?”

Eddie had such a tentative hope in his eyes, it was adorable really. Looking over him, she thought about the type of people Steve would constantly thirst over, blip in the matrix Tommy Hagan notwithstanding.

Lithe bodies with full lips and giant eyes, hair he could run his fingers through and something unusual about them. Something odd.

He’d never explicitly gone for someone so heavily into a subculture before but he’d never turned them down either. And based on Eddie’s job at the tattoo parlour and the way he was dressed, he almost definitely had some ink on him. That alone would be enough to make Steve swoon.

“I think he might. Will you walk me up?” Robin asked, holding the door to the building open, offering Eddie the same kindness under the guise of doing a favour that he had offered her so many times tonight.

“Yeah, sure.”

They’d managed to make it up to the third floor, walking down her hallway before Eddie’s phone started to ping incessantly.

She turned the phone over in her hand, looking at the screen. “He’s awake.”

Robin, where are you?

Are you okay?

I’m on the way.

Please be okay.

Their apartment door was flung open just as they reached it. Steve was standing there panting and terrified, his hair a mess, his glasses askew, his jacket and shoes thrown haphazardly over his pyjamas.

“Robbie.”

Steve slammed into her, holding her tight before immediately letting go to inspect her face and running his hands over her body, checking to see if anything was wrong.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened? What do you need?”

“Steve.” Robin caught his fluttering hands in hers and squeezed, nearly crying out in relief just to have him with her again. “I’m okay. Eddie and his friends helped me.”

“Eddie-” Steve looked to the side, noticing her saviour for the first time. “You’re Eddie.”

“I’m Eddie.” Eddie gave him a short little wave and a dazzling smile that quickly dropped in shock as Steve pulled him into a crushing hug, his blush returning with full force.

“Thank you, thank you so much. I don’t know what I would’ve-” Steve took a big breath in and loosened his arms from around Eddie’s shoulders. Robin saw his eyes slowly trail over his face before very briefly flicking down to the pink-yellow-blue patch then back up. “Come inside, the two of you. Can I get you anything? Tea? Decaf coffee? A glass of water? Like, literally anything to say thank you.” He asked, ushering the two of them into the apartment.

Steve caught Robin’s eye behind Eddie’s back and mouthed ‘oh my god he’s fucking gorgeous!’

Robin snorted and thought to herself ‘sworn off men, my ass.’

[selfship-confession-box]

One of my FOs is helping my executive dysfunction a ton. I pretend he’s helping me with my chores, self care, etc. I’m auditioning for a musical today, maybe I’ll “bring him along,” in away :D

-✨🖤

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[woongiesea]

🖤 ── 𝐿osing 𝒜ll 𝑀y 𝐼nnocence 𝐼n 𝒯he 𝐵ackseat

bttm!male reader x top!mingi (ateez)

in which after a heated club night, mingi teaches his best friend how to have sex !

content warning: gay sex, oral sex, anal sex, mingi's first time topping, virgin!reader / reader's first time, car sex, dacryphilia (?), fingering, size kink, unprotected sex (don't irl !), non-idol au (?) implied second round

lmk if there are any more :p

loosely inspired by addison rae's diet pepsi <33

author's note: hi everyonee !! tysm for all the love on the jiwoong fic, and im back with an anon req, sorry if this took too long im kinda busy with life :p. i wrote this in 3rd person instead of 2nd person this time so reading this might be diff from the first one. this is my first time writing for mingi so i hope its realistic lmao 😭

also mingichella ruined my life.

! MINORS DNI !

"So, where are we going?" y/n asked, curiosity laced in his tone. Currently he was sitting in front of the mirror, legs folded on the hotel room carpet as he dabbed a brush with black eyeshadow on the outer corners of his eyes, brushing through his black tresses, moving silky strands out of his eyes. "You randomly just told me to get ready without telling me anything..."

Y/n could hear shuffling around the hotel room. From the corner of his eyes he could see Mingi shuffling through his coats and leather jackets hanging in all their black and grey glory, waiting to be picked by him to go out in the cigarette-and-chanel no.5-smelling streets of new york.

You and Mingi were finally taking your "best friends" trip that the both had you been raving about since you learned about the existence of New York City. You could tell in Mingi's smirk that he was planning something, and you were scared what he was cooking up in that mischevious head of his.

"Should I just go bare-chested?" Mingi asked, from one corner of the hotel room, out of view from the mirror you peered into, searching for his face. You turned around from where his voice came.

Mingi ruffled his freshly dyed platinum-blonde hair, an impulse decision he made yesterday, claiming that it "would look hot". His leather pants stretched and wrinkled across his long legs and thighs with perfection, glistening under the harsh blindingness of the white hotel room lights. A black jacket draped his torso, with sparkling chains and necklaces adorning his neck. As he cheekily stated, it was obvious he was wearing no shirt underneath, a tackily zipped-up zipper threatening to reveal his lower torso and abs.

Y/n rolled his eyes, barely containing a gasp out of pure shock. "Fuckin' slut." he says, his tone laced with sarcasm. "It's a good outfit, but I don't know where we're going to, so I can't place you on the cunt-o-meter just yet."

Mingi raised an eyebrow. "Cunt-o-meter?"

Y/n rolled his eyes. "How much cunt you're serving. Depends on the occasion you're serving all this for." he says, eyes scanning over his 6 foot frame.

"Trust me, we need maximum point on the cunt-o-meter." Mingi cringed as the words came out his mouth, muttering a small "whatever that means."

"Well then, you're good to go, then!" Y/n says cheerily, his words accompanied by a quick "click!" of his makeup palette closing up. He fluttered his eyelids to show off his "edgy" eye look he was planning. "How do I look?"

Mingi smirked. "I like it, you look like a pretty boy." He giggled, showing off his gummy smile that made y/n heart skip a beat at his cuteness, despite how the other was dressed right now. Y/n got up, awkwardly twirling around to show off his outfit.

"Now, unlike you I am not a slut and do infact have self respect. How do I look?" Y/n's outfit was moderately simple - an oversized black sweater he borrowed from Mingi, with denim shorts cheekily teasing at his thighs, and the white knee-lenghts he was seemingly obsessed with.

At this, Mingi wrapped an arm around the shorter's shoulders, his arm seemingly overtaking his entire figure. He smiled. "Let's go."

timeskip

"Alright, that was the first and last time I'm going clubbing with your ass." Y/n groaned, practically collasping into the passenger seat of a somehow sober Mingi's car. Mingi giggled at his friend, who was currently rolling his eyes and proudly displaying him a middle finger. "And why didn't you tell me we were gonna go clubbing? I would've dressed sluttier!" Y/n whined.

"Wearing what, exactly?" Mingi raised an eyebrow in a cocky fashion. "You're scared to go to the pool shirtless. Heck, you can't even wear tank tops in front of me!" He teased. Mingi laughed at y/n's reaction, which was now both middle fingers being stretched in front of his face.

"Whatever. Atleast I don't have the lack of self respect that I let myself being tossed around between 4 guys !" Y/n exclaimed, pointing to Mingi's smudged lipgloss.

"Well, atleast I don't sit in the corner despite half the club trying to flirt with me!" Mingi replied with the same snarky tone. "And I remember that I don't own the glasses!"

"Song Mingi, I'm gonna kill you- and I didn't end up taking the glass with me, did I?" but Y/n's counterattack was ignored.

Mingi had a sinister look on his face. "You had atleast 5 guys foaming at the mouth to take you home, and yet you complain about being single." He smirked with a look of intrigue. "Could it be..." He leaned in closer to y/n till he ear brushed against his pink lips. "You don't know how to have sex, y/n?"

The flustered look on Y/n's face confirmed his suspicions. "Eyes on the road, idiot!" Y/n retaliated, causing Mingi to smirk as he continued driving.

"So, your innocent ass doesn't know how to fuck? How surprising for someone as freaky as you."

"Just keep driving or I'll cannibalize you."

Mingi's car suddenly came to a hault in some dark corner, in some street that seemed nowhere near the streets you memorized on the way to your hotel. Mingi leaned in closer, inhaling the smell of alcohol and your sweet perfume mixed with sweat that lingered on his sweater, currently draping your figure.

"Mingi, where are w-"

"Backseat. Now."

"What the fu-"

"Now."

smut below, minors dni.

"M-mingi, fuck!" Y/n's cheek was flush against the leather seat covers. In the darkness of the night. His shorts were thown away somewhere in the process, windows fogged up, the air conditioner's cool wind sending chills down Y/n bottom and thighs.

Mingi thrust his fingers in Y/n's hole scissoring him in an attempt to loosen up. Y/n's legs found their way to Mingi's shoulders, resting on them as Mingi held onto Y/n's thighs for dear life, imprinting the cool metal designs of Mingi's rings into the shorter's inner thighs. "Fuck, y/n, you're so tight~" He cooed, loving the whimpers that spilled out of the other's mouth. He didn't even bother taking off the other's pants, or his own, even. Mingi was impaitent to get to the good part immediately, simply choosing to unzip his zipper.

He trailed kisses down your neck - hot, open-mouthed kisses, leaving bites and marks across your collarbone and neck, nuzzling his hot face against the crook of your neck. "So responsive..." he groaned. "f I knew you made all those slutty sounds I would've wrecked you long ago..."

His words sent shivers down your spine. You didn't even have time to recollect yourself when Mingi pulled his fingers out, giving you a maximum of 5 seconds to relaxation before he forced his length into you. It wasn't the most girthy dick, but god, was it long and strong. You felt every individual vein, pumping up hard and fast into his erection. Mingi practically shreiked when you clenched around his lenght, hard and tight.

"God damn, so eager to get railed. I might just top more often." Mingi groaned, his voice hoarse and deep. He experimentally began thrusting in and out at a slow and then fast pace. His inconsistency drove you insane: He was trying you out, trying to see what got the best reaction from you.

That's when it happened: His dick slammed into your prostate, targetting a sensetive bundle of nerves. You twitched so hard you were surprised you didn't just cum right then and there. Mingi noticed your blissed-out expression and loud moan. He smirked. "You like that, pretty boy? Ya like when I slam into you like that?" You nodded desperately.

"Lemme do it again, then." A wicked smile adorned his face. And he did. Over and over, slamming down on your sweet spot. Estcasy claimed over you so many times as your velvet walls clamped down on his member. Both of you groaned in unison. Being on the edge of pleasure was so blaringly good that you didn't even realize when you tipped over, letting out velvet white ropes of your substance, coating Mingi and yourself.

"Cum for me, boy~" Mingi cooed, as he too, filled you with his load, blissfully rolling his eyes back as he bit his lip, riding out his high. His substance inside you was an intoxicating feeling. You never wanted it to end.

Mingi rested his forehead against yours, panting. "Let's continue this in the hotel." He smirked, and you nodded.

It was going to be a long night.

[rememberwren]

I’m also considering purchasing an AirThrust by Bellesa. It’s a pretty penny but hey self love and they have sales sometimes

-🖤

Self loveeee so important in these tough and trying times haha. Treat yourself!

[iwouldfuckdarkiplier]

Yay! Glad everything is starting to settle down. I missed this blog more than i realized

~🖤🌹

Honestly? So did I! Unfortunately, right as I decided to make a comeback, life immediately exploded again 😅

I'm doing my best to try and check on the inbox every so often, but there may be short hiatuses every so often because my fiance and I are currently packing our entire apartment to move in about a month and a half. I promise, though, I'll be back as often as I can!

[fictionismyreality3]

Hiiiiii I'm SO SO SO MADLY IN LOVE with your Stalker!Jason fic, the way you wrote it was just UGH TAKE ME (sure did put me to some quality sleep there).

I was hoping if you would write about Classmate!Jason (n kinda stalk-ish) where he is protective n stuff towards reader (much like sunshine x grumpy trope)

Love love loveeeeee your writing🖤🖤🖤

-🦇anon-

Make You Pay

Jason Todd x Reader

You’re my second emoji anon and as such I have adopted you and will not take no for an answer 😇

Tags: classmate!jason, stalker!jason, possessive!jason, jealous!jason, angry!jason, innocent!reader if you look really hard

Warnings: allusions to violence, motorcycles, stalking

Notes: no hate to surfer dudes ☮️

Your pencil hit repeatedly on the dark wood of the desk, sending little taps echoing throughout the otherwise quiet library. You had an exam in two weeks and were already struggling through the study material your professor provided for you. Passing this class seemed like a mile away. How the hell were you going to pass your biology final if the only thing you remembered was that mitochondria was the powerhouse of the cell?

The only thing keeping you going at this point was picturing the cute faces of the puppies, kittens and other animals you’d get to help once you’d graduated. Using the last of your willpower, you moved on to the next slide deck, only for your laptop to give out on you, the screen going black. As if your day couldn’t get any worse.

“Hey, baby, come take a break from studying.”

Okay, maybe you spoke a little too soon.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the curly, blonde headed figure of Holden coming your way, a sneer on his face. Despite the fact that your skin was crawling from the pet name, you began to hastily pack up your stuff, pretending not to see him.

It wasn’t that you were the type of girl to be complacent with poor intentioned men, but Holden had obviously taken your first day of class friendless a little too close to his heart.

“C’mon, baby. I know you see me.” He said, his words with an undertone of slimy sarcasm.

Sighing to yourself, you shoved the last of your papers into your bag and turned to face him, plastering a smile on your face as you began walking to the library exit.

“Sorry, I really have to go, my friends are waiting for me.” You said politely.

Making a beeline for the exit, you glanced back at Holden, hoping he didn’t follow you, and bumped into someone, your book bag scattering across the floor.

Big, calloused hands filled your field of view, handing you your books as you frantically gathered your things. Your gaze was met with the blue-green eyes of Jason Todd.

He wasn’t someone you knew very well, usually sitting in the back of the lecture halls where you preferred the front, but you’d seen him riding around campus on his motorcycle. From the limited interaction you did have with him, his lips always seemed to be pressed in a thin line of annoyance, or pulled down in a soft frown. So, you always tried your best to cheer him up, but the most you’d ever earned was a little snicker after a ridiculously bad joke.

You wondered why he had so much to frown about.

Before now, Jason hadn’t taken much notice of you, the bubbly girl who seemed to constantly radiate some level of happiness. At most he found you less annoying than then rest of the people on campus. Maybe it was because you looked so startled, innocently glancing between him and that blonde dickhead who was constantly on your ass. Maybe it was how he noticed your hands were so much smaller than his, brushing against his skin as he handed you your notebook.

Maybe it was because you were on your hands and knees, but Jay suddenly noticed the pretty colour of your hair, and the way your clothes reflected your sunny personality. Your eyes were a little more captivating and he found himself wanting to reach out and run his thumb along your bottom lip.

He also wanted to break the nose of that surfer looking idiot who was still talking.

“Here, don’t let ‘em bother you, sweetheart.” Helping you up, Jason ushered you to continue to wherever you were going. “Thank you?” You mumbled confused, the pet name hugging you like a warm blanket.

As you were practically pushed out the library doors, you looked back to see Jason exchanging words with Holden, who was getting more and more disagreeable. You were never the type to get involved in trouble, so you quickly turned on your heel and walked away.

When he was done with asshole Henry.. Harry? Jason didn’t care, he made his way to his bike, pulling out his phone and opening up an app, technology courtesy of Bruce. He wanted to make sure you got back to the dorms safely, and the tracker he’d slipped in your book bag would ensure that.

It wasn’t anything sinister, Jason just knew now that he had found something far too precious for this world, something that was too sweet and gentle to take care of itself. That’s okay.

He would take care of you now.

You saw Jason again a few days later. Holden didn’t show up to class that week, and nobody commented on Jay’s bloody knuckles.

[funkylilomen]

sobbing rn

this is the closest he will ever get to going back to the beginning, when everything wasn't confusing and he didn't have to deal with these human emotions. but at what cost?

[forsaken-headcanons]

Now that all those Cupcakes!c00lkidd thoughts are out of the way, it's time to share my tamer hcs for each character :D

→ Guest 1337 is a light sleeper. If he hears anything resembling any form of threat in the cabin, he will wake up and check where the noise came from before going back to bed.

→ Chance has those eyes where his sclera is black and his irises are white or a shade of gray. Their pupils are shaped like card suits and usually numbers, and they change from time to time depending on their emotion. 0 is how his eyes normally look.

→ Noob was once given a purple paper crown by Two Time since they grew bored during an intermission. Guess how that ended for Chance.

→ Elliot had a phase during his teenage years where he would unconsciously pick on his acne.

→ Shedletsky defies the laws of physics, you might as well call this man a Looney Tunes character.

→ Two Time has a pot of Nightshade in their room.

→ Builderman was totally the type of kid to disassemble a toy just to see what was inside it. He still does it to this very day.

→ 007n7 physically glitched out during an intermission once while he was trying to fix his c00lgui and it almost gave everyone around him a heart attack because he looked like he was having a seizure.

- 💙🖤 anon

The Noob's paper crown incident. Chance would have a heart attack.

[jscrawls]

I feel like John and Addams!reader are such a cute pair, how do you think John felt when she broke up with him and how would he feel if he found out she’s in Gotham being friendly with the bats?

I love all the ideas y'all have! Here's another one shot this time focused on Constantine and reader just for u anon 🖤

(I just wanted to use this gif somewhere too 🤷‍♀️)

Grave feelings

More about Constantine and Addams! Reader (request)

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the disorienting pull and brief wirl of scorching heat has you stumbling forward, nearly landing on top of the blue-gray skinned imp you’d just summoned.

said imp snarls and runs a clawed hand through her short orange hair exasperatedly and tugs on one of her bovine ears as she looks up at…..your summoner? “what the shit do ya want johnny? we’re clearly busy here!”

you glance around the basic living room you’ve somehow landed in, empty ash trays and old takeout containers decorate a coffee table while some news station plays on low volume across the room, there’s a blanket in the floor next to the brown armchair, beneath you sits multiple symbols and objects of importance painted into the hardwood floor and scattered in a semi orderly fashion, how dedicated! your eyes quickly land on the other person in the place.

”well s’cuse me ma’am, i didn’t realize it was bargain bin day. who’s this beaut?”

the aformentioned ‘johnny’ stands at the edge of the circle lighting up a cigarette, he’s fairly tall with short pale-blond hair and unkempt cheek scruff that juxtaposes the clean white button-up shirt and pale pink tie. he shoves his zippo back in his tan trench coats deep pockets and takes a deep drag of his smoke.

the imp stomps a cloven foot at the perceived dig but then huffs and glances up to meet your eyes. “oh piss off john, this une’s a real freak, addams. watch out the human doesn’t trap ya.”

the imp starts pacing the length of the summoning circle while you look up to meet john’s eye. “that’s quite alright with me, i happen to love the freaks and the depraved.”

john snorts loudly and pulls his cigarette out of his mouth to ash it in a nearby tray, he tilts his head back and looks you up and down carefully where you stand.

“oh you’re gonna be a fun one, luv.”

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“you’re acting very strange ever since that night.”

you sigh quietly as you sit up and push the black sheets off your near-bare figure, the rooms pitch dark with no noise but the quiet tapping of rain on the roof overhead, he’s sitting next to the open french doors with a drink in hand as he stares out across your yard towards your cousins estate. you thought this was the perfect weather for a relaxing evening in but it feels more like you’re trying to force yourself into pastels instead of being romanced.

he turns his head but doesn’t quite watch you stand up and sweep towards him. “…i’m not trying to, luv.”

you stop just behind him, staring down at him as he tilts his head backwards to look up at you through his lashes, the frown on his face deepens. “you don’t even carry a crucifix when you come here anymore.”

at your dejected tone he grunts and looks back down at his cigarette to take a long drag, his stare again fixes on the rain flooded backyard. “…i carried it because i thought you were trying to claim my soul, eat my heart out of my chest or worse.”

“i could do those things if i wanted to, i could bewitch you and drain the life blood from your body drop by drop. is that what it’ll take for things to be normal with us?” you lean down to rest your elbows on the back of his chair, your eyes locked on his as you lean over him.

he frowns up at you and then looks away to blow his smoke, the cigarette hangs loosely from his fingers as his arm drops to his side.

“…(name), i can’t do those things to you in good conscience knowing you’re human. a sort of good human at that.”

you straighten back up at that and turn away from him, even the sound of thunder rumbling outside doesn’t comfort you as john practically spits in your face, it’s as if you’re a different person in his eyes all because you’re not born of fire and brimstone. what happened to the good times had and the fun dates together? the fear and love in his eyes when you were covered in blood? the rituals you performed together? now he’s afraid he’ll hurt you? where was this side of john constantine and why are you seeing it now.

“this isn’t about that, i’m not sure what we even are if you can see me so differently over such a small thing! did i not show you my heart?”

he turns in his chair to stare at you, his brows pinching together as he watches you quickly walk away to sit on the edge of your bed, back facing him as you pull a shirt on. “…you showed me you’re human, (name).”

you don’t even look at him as you speak, just pull on a pair of sweatpants and climb back under the dark sheets. “…if that’s all i am to you now, then i’d like to be alone tonight.”

he stands up and starts to step closer, pushing the canopy drapes aside to peer down at you as he speaks softly in a morose tone.

“(name), i didn’t want to upset-”

“i said alone, john.”

he sighs and runs a hand through his hair, his nails scratching at his stubble before he wordlessly steps backwards and stalks out of your bedroom, the creaky old door echoes as it falls shut behind him.

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john drops down in his armchair with a loud groan of satisfaction as he cracks open a half and half, some barely-warm curry takeout tucked in the crook of his elbow that he tries to carefully arrange the stuff in his lap, he props his feet up on the coffee table and flicks the tv on.

he nearly spits a mouthful of rice out when he sees his ex partner on his screen, a video of them kicking a man alongside a green skinned red-head and a pale woman wearing a familiar black fur coat. the clip plays over and over while the news reporter drones on about the arrest of one billionaire (name) addams in the streets of gotham for assault with a bladed weapon, when did they wind up in the bats territory? how’d they get the bat to leave them alone?? was that the athame he bought them???

he nearly grabs his phone to call, but then quickly realizes they definitely don’t have it in their possession anymore, maybe he should do a summoning?…..he eyes the painted symbols in the floor on the other side of the room but eventually shakes his head. they’re an adult, they wouldn’t appreciate him bothering them when they’re incarcerated…..definitely not.

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@viilan