#bring back gif imagines ……

[totheseok]

☆ bf seunghan texts (cat edition)

requested: no

warnings: none

genre: fluff

a/n: I miss him so bad so more hani stuff HE'LL BE BACK SOON

[saramelaniemoon]

How I imagined drug dealers as a kid:

Actual drug dealer:

[princessbrunette]

dude just a thought what would the boys do if reader called them bestie. it’s got me giggling

rafe:

he’s just like right. ok. bestie. that’s what we’re doing today. alright. 😭 stop stressing him out !!

pope:

laughs but then overthinks it and is like….. is she trying to say she wants to be just friends

jj:

just gives you a little look and then moves on. and then calls you bestie for the rest of the day to see how you like it

john b:

takes the joke “ouch. bestie? is this what being friendzoned is? is that what’s goin’ on right now?”

[hyohaehyuk]

via earwolf (jacob anderson on TV, I Say w/ Ashley Ray) and Den of Geek SDCC interview

Jacob talked about him and Sam going to universal studios and spending 40 minutes in a sticker shop + the IWTV cast spilling the beans about Jam dates and Sam mentioning sticker play (whatever that means 🙃)

Sam: "It's a team effort" Rolin: "JACOB AND SAM GO BOWLING TOGETHER" Sam: "And ice cream and sticker play… Interviewer: Care to elaborate? 🤨 Sam: Make it up" 💀

[ilwonuu]

seunghan missing reader so much throughout the day like reader is lowkey ignoring him just to see how long his hard on could last 😩

Thank you in advance I love your posts 🫶🏽

this idea is omg,,,yes of course!!! thank you so much i appreciate that so much<3 i hope you enjoy!!

all day

↬ hong seunghan

✸ pairing- nonidol!seunghan x fem!reader, dom!seunghan x sub!reader, established relationship

✸ warnings- reader is a tease, seunghan is needy, unprotected sex (he pulls out tho), fingering (f receiving), pet names (good girl, baby), they both down bad, lmk what else 😘

✸ a/n- i literally just revised this and i love it sm tbh… lmk what u think<3

seunghan knew exactly what you were doing. walking around the house in only your panties and his hoodie. you “cleaning” the house because according to you it really needed it. but in your boyfriends eyes you just wanted to taunt him.

he would be more than correct. you wanted to see what it would take to break him. you bending over in front of him as you look away smirking. he was trying his hardest not to push you against the wall to make out with you. you finally give him a little bit of attention.

“you hungry seunghan?” you ask seeing him standing in the kitchen. “wow you’re not ignoring me anymore?” he asks playfully seeing you walk up to where he’s standing.

“i wasn’t ignoring you- just teasing..” he shakes his head. “not very nice of you.” he pulls you closer to him by your waist. “just wanted to see what would break you. you didn’t break tho.” you fake pout when he pulls you closer.

“because- i can’t take it anymore. can i touch you?” he asks looking at you with a soft stare. you nod as you bite your lip at him a little. “fucking finally oh my god.” he pulls you to the counter. he shoves his shirt off as he takes in your appearance.

“you’re gonna be the death of me.” you take off his hoodie leaving you in just your panties for him. “bend over baby.” he whispers to you as he sees you lean to bend over the counter.

“good girl.” he kisses you cheek gently. he watches you look at him with anticipation when he gets behind you. you feel the side of your panties being tugged. he slides two fingers inside you. watching your breath get louder as he starts to fuck you with his fingers.

“this what you wanted? i bet you wish i would’ve done this all day? fucking teasing me like that. now i’m gonna make it so you’re the one begging me. how does that sound?” he smirks at you when you don’t respond. he watches you try to grind back against his fingers.

“seung- oh fuck.” his fingers are moving in and out of you quickly. your breathing and curses filling the room. “such a good fucking girl. taking my fingers so well.” you nod mindlessly as you try to get him to add another finger.

“more.” you sigh as he slows his fingers down. “you ready?” your head almost hurt with how quick you nodded. he just laughed at you as he pulls his pants down with his boxers.

“you more eager than me now baby?” he smirks as he rubs his tip against you slit. “gonna fuck you so good don’t worry.” he pushes his tip inside as he grabs a handful of your hair.

“fu-uck- was thinking about this all day. i can never get enough.” he starts to fuck you quicker as he gets more and more needy. “s-seunghan- mmm.” he loves the way you moan for him. he loves touching you so well that you squirm under him.

“right here? that were it feels the best baby?” he questions you playfully, making sure to hit the spot over and over. “oh- fuck! im gonna cum- im so close.” you whimper slightly as you rest your face against the counter. drool and tears all over your face.

“you’re so fucking wet. s-shit baby.” his breath hitches when he sees you looking back at him. your pushing your hips back to meet him with a fucked out expression on your face. he almost comes at the sight.

“f-fuck y/n don’t do that- i will cum too quick.” he laughs a little in disbelief when he feels you start to grind on his dick. “just like that- fuck fuck.” he moans as he puts his hand on your waist. he can never get enough of you. he loves when you go just as crazy for his touch as he does for you. he is obsessed with you obviously.

“i’m gonna cum-“ you moan loudly as you come undone on his dick. he thrusts into you a couple more times before pulling out. coming on your ass, ruining your panties.

“f-uuck you’re so perfect.” the both of your panting breaths calming down. “don’t- tease me anymore. i will not be able to hold out that long next time.” he sighs in relief as you two get cleaned up and finally talk about the dinner you intended to talk about. “don’t blame me if i get distracted again.” he says with a smile.

[sidsinning]

I already loved Jonathan but watching all of JoJo's made me love and appreciate him even more

Pure sweet brave boy you are

[lesbiradshaw]

just watch as i crucify myself.

[idksmtms]

Gwayne Hightower Masterlist

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[biteofcherry]

I make no apologies for dropping this in your asks.

I make no apologies for answering 😎

Bring Brute Back

Steve Rogers x female reader

warnings: established relationship; smutty bits; sensation play; kinda edging; mention of rough s*x; Steve is a menace

~ * ~

You never had a reason to complain about Steve's attention. Neither in the bedroom, nor in other aspects of your relationship. He could be deadly focused on you.

Just as he could be deadly passionate.

Not that you minded that, either.

You actually loved how rough sex with Steve was most of the time. It was something you preferred yourself, that most of your previous partners didn't understand. A one time wild sex was a thrill for them, but the fact you liked it to be so every time scared them off.

Steve matched your need. Left you all the marks you craved, while still making sure you were never hurt.

Sometimes your passion carried away the both of you, leading to a few small misadventures that were hilarious to talk about later.

It was one of those situations - when Steve fucked you against the pantry shelves so hard that a bag of flour dropped onto the both of you - that you had called him a brute.

Playfully, laughing at it.

You never expected it to return and bite you in the ass.

Few days after the incident you found yourself spread on the bed, but what followed wasn't the usual. Restraints weren't new for you. Having Steve take whatever he wanted wasn't a novelty, either.

However, the maddening, slow pace and barely-there caress were a shock.

Steve tied a silk scarf over your eyes, preventing you from seeing what he was going to do to you; so when a single touch finally happened after a long, quiet stretch of time, it felt three times as intense as it would be in other circumstances.

Steve took his time. Making pauses between each gentle caress.

His warm breath tickled your skin, his lips nearly brushing it, until you were trying to lean up into him.

His fingers explored your body painstakingly slow, dancing over spots that weren't usually given much attention.

Then there was a feather, skimming over your heated body like a gust of wind. A long pause, again. That was pierced with a shocking splash of hot wax on your skin.

Steve led a pattern of drops across your chest and down your belly, allowing a few to sizzle close to your mound. And just when you thought you might come from the sucking sensation of drying wax, a drip of cold sipped into your lips.

You felt the width of the ice cube push against your parted lips. When you welcomed it, Steve pushed it inside your mouth with his own. Water trickled out the corners of your mouth as he kissed you slowly, his tongue pushing the cube further inside.

Then Steve's cold lips trailed down your neck, marking your hot skin with cool, soft nips.

As his mouth hovered over your puckered nipples, his breath tickling them into nearly painful points, you whined.

"Steeeve!"

You arched your back, moving your legs as much as the restraints allowed you. Your cunt was drenched and aching with need, and the bastard didn't seem interested in giving you any friction.

"What's the matter, sugar?" Steve asked, flicking the tip of his tongue over your nipple. "Am I too harsh? Too much of a brute?"

"Ugh!" You wanted to glare at him, but the blindfold prevented it.

"You're not being brute enough," you grunted, yanking on your restraints.

"I don't know," he chuckled and you felt him shift, "your pussy seems to love that I'm being this gentle. I think we should continue it as it is."

Softest brush of a feather skittered up your inner thigh, nearing your slick folds, but withdrawing before he touched them. He switched the direction and teased your sides, then back to your legs, and randomly your neck.

You moaned when the feather disappeared, but a smaller ice cube was dropped into your navel - a trickle of water running down your abdomen towards your pussy.

"I will die!" You cried.

"Mhm, you will." Steve pushed the ice cube down and into the crease of your hip. "Many, many times."

[kentochronicles]

The Way We Turned Out

Nanami Kento x Reader

A/N: hey guys, this is the 2nd part to ‘The Way We Were’ and I cried whilst writing this cause I was also doing a s2 rewatch. I like to torture myself 🥲 italics are flashbacks - pls enjoy and my plan is to write a part 3 of a much happier ending. Also ty for your patience with me, still learning the ins and outs of tumblr layout and such.

Word count: 1140 words

Genre: angst, slight comfort??? I love Nanami sm and love angst, so here this is 🙃

(He’s so pretty, I legit have a tattoo of this man)

Tagging: @empower-bi-women again, Ilysm my wife, ty for reading this before I posted it and the feedback 🩵🩵🩵

Sunlight spilled gently through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. You stirred, feeling the softness of the sheets and the quiet presence beside you. As your eyes blinked open, you found Nanami lying there, his gaze already on you, a faint smile curving his lips.

“Good morning,” he murmured, his voice still soft with sleep. There was something relaxed about him in the early light—like the weight he always seemed to carry had lifted, if only for a moment.

“Morning,” you replied, your voice quiet, as though anything louder would shatter the serene spell around you both.

He reached over, his hand warm as it brushed your arm, a gentle touch that felt like a promise. You lay there in comfortable silence, just soaking in each other’s presence, neither of you needing words. Outside, the world was waking up, but in here, everything was still.

After a moment, he sighed, a contented sound that made you smile. “You’re… different,” he said thoughtfully, his fingers tracing small circles on the back of your hand. “I didn’t expect someone to feel like this—a mix of calm and chaos.”

You laughed softly, understanding exactly what he meant. Being with him felt like balancing between two worlds: the intensity that had drawn you together and the quiet, gentle peace that held you close now.

He brushed a kiss to your forehead, then lingered there, as if to savour this simple intimacy. “I could get used to this,” he whispered, more to himself than to you, as though he, too, was discovering the quiet beauty in sharing a morning like this, something so simple yet so rare.

In that moment, with the morning light surrounding you both, you realised that whatever came next, you’d remember this: the quiet sweetness, the closeness, and the feeling of waking up beside him, as if you’d found something you never knew you were searching for.

The days blurred together after the news. The world felt muted, colours duller, sounds faded, as though everything had been drained of life. Every room, every corner seemed to hold some trace of him—a forgotten book on the shelf, the way the light filtered through the window, soft and warm, just like it had on those mornings you’d spent tangled together. The emptiness gnawed at you, relentless, unyielding.

You would catch yourself reaching for your phone, your fingers brushing over his name in your contacts. It was instinct, as if calling him would somehow bring him back, as if he’d answer with that steady, familiar voice that always grounded you. But every time, reality came crashing down, and you were left with nothing but silence.

The promises echoed in your mind, fragments of words spoken in the quiet of those mornings. You could still feel the weight of his hand in yours, the warmth of his touch, as he told you he’d be careful, that he’d come home to you. And you’d believed him because he’d never once let you down before. But life wasn’t fair like that, and the love he’d left behind felt like both a blessing and a curse—something beautiful and precious, yet sharp-edged and painful.

Some nights, you found yourself talking to him in the quiet, as though he might be listening somewhere beyond. You told him about your anger, your grief, the ache he’d left behind. You whispered all the words you hadn’t said, the fears you’d kept hidden, the love you’d wanted to keep sharing.

But other nights, anger took over. The fury of having to say goodbye without a warning, without a chance to prepare, filled you. You wanted to scream, to blame him for his recklessness, for leaving you with all these broken pieces. You hated the world for taking him, hated that he’d left with a promise he could never keep.

Yet, through the anger and grief, there was an ache beneath it all that never went away—a part of you that still clung to those mornings, to the warmth of his voice, to the memory of his hand in yours. Because even if he couldn’t keep his promise, even if he was gone, you would carry him with you. He was etched into your heart, an indelible mark, and though it hurt, you knew you’d keep that part of him with you.

Days passed in a blur, weighed down by an emptiness that seemed to swallow everything. But as you sat alone one evening, staring at the test in your hand, you felt the world shift beneath you. The lines were faint, barely there, but unmistakable. You were carrying a piece of him—a part of Nanami, still with you, still lingering in a way you’d never expected.

The news was overwhelming, a tangled knot of emotions you couldn’t unravel. Tears slipped down your cheeks, an odd mix of grief and something softer, something almost like relief. He was gone, yes, and that wound would never fully heal. But he hadn’t left you entirely. He had left you with a part of himself, something to hold on to in the darkness, something that would be a constant reminder of the love you’d shared.

The emptiness in your heart eased, just a fraction, as you rested a hand on your stomach. You could almost feel his presence beside you, a comforting warmth you hadn’t felt since that final goodbye. It was as if he’d given you this small miracle to remind you that you weren’t alone, that he was still there in a way that couldn’t be taken from you.

The grief remained—sharp and unrelenting, a hollow ache that would take time to soften. But now, there was something more, a flicker of hope amidst the sorrow. You had a part of him with you, a small piece of the love that had meant everything. And though it was bittersweet, you knew that this child would carry his strength, his warmth, and maybe even that quiet, unwavering love he’d always given so freely.

You whispered into the quiet, a promise to carry on, to hold his memory close, and to raise this child knowing the depth of the love that had created them. And as you spoke, you could almost feel his hand in yours, like a gentle reassurance that you weren’t truly alone.

[captainwholecake]

If god really loved them then why is the strawhat badge gone ?

[saramelaniemoon]

♡ previous ♡ ♡ next ♡

Eddie has always been the agreedable one in his previous relationships.

This afternoon you showed up in the trailer with the cake like every Saturday. The day before, Eddie had been wondering what you were going to bake this time. Maybe a chocolate chip brownie or cheesecake or those little cinnamon cookies? All your pastries were delicious. However, when you took the cake out of the container, he froze.

Carrot cake. A cake made of carrots. The worst vegetable the world has ever seen. If it were human, it would be Jason Carver. Eddie was sure that the carrot was responsible for at least half of the evil in this world. Once, in his dream, it chased him with a roll of newspaper, beating him like a bug.

He knew it was a good boyfriend test day. You tried very hard baking that cake, mentioning that Eddie wasn't getting enough vitamins, which was obviously not true because he was getting all the vitamins he needed from the tomato sauce on the pizza. However, telling you about his distaste for this devil vegetable would make you sad, so he bravely decided to eat this carrot-tainted cake. Hardening a smile to his face, he ate mouthful after mouthful, praising your baking. Your smile only widened. In his imagination, Eddie was like a knight with a sword protecting you from all the sorrows of the world. He was going to eat even another piece for you. Well, maybe next time. After eating a large portion, he thanked you and you both went to his room to watch the horror movie Steve had recommended for you.

***

He never complained about anything and agreed to everything, which is why he didn't understand how your first quarrel happened. It all started when you came back from the kitchen with two cans of soda.

- Eddie bear, why was Wayne surprised you ate the carrot cake I made?

- I don't know what the old man meant sweetheart.

- He said you blame carrots for all the evil in this world.

- It's a dramatic exaggeration.

- And that's why it sounds like something you said. Babe, why didn't you just tell me you don't like it?

- I don't understand why you're mad. I didn't mean to upset you.

- Eddie, you don't have to pretend that everything suits you. I won't be mad that you don't like something I made. I'll be mad that you're forcing yourself to eat it because of me. Promise me you won't make me happy at your expense ever again.

- I cannot promise you that darling. I'd even eat peas for you. And peas are not vegetables but plants from hell.

- Eddie...

- Okay, I promise if I don't like something, I won't force myself to eat it. But what about the rest of the cake?

- Don't worry, I saw Wayne took care of that.

- Not surprised. This man would eat anything after his shift.

- Hey! It wasn't that bad! But you'll be okay with beetroot cake, right? - you tested him.

- Sweetheart, we need to discuss your making vegetable cakes problem - Eddie said starting to tickle you.

***

The next week, you surprised him with a giant carrot-shaped brownie that didn't have any veggies in it. Better to eat such vegetables than none at all.

♡ next ♡

*traumatized Eddie boy after waking up from being chased by carrot*

[t-u-i-t-c]

make me choose

touma kamiyama or rintaro shindo → touma kamiyama

[vandalizedheart]

a lil late night reminder: no matter how you choose to run your blog, or how you may write your muse, you have a place here. as long as you're having fun and finding joy through having a roleplay blog, that's all that matters in the end. <3

[yesimilkdamilkman]

girlies we need to bring beta fics back, that big sexy man is lacking the in the fic department!!

[elialys]

i just spent the afternoon having a class called 'child psychopathology' and you can imagine my face when our professor started saying we should all watch 'Mindhunter' on netflix