#he's literally so fine

[galacticseonghwa]

water - Zhong Chenle

INCLUDES: fem!reader x non-idol!chenle, SMUT, hair pulling, dancer chenle, swearing, fingering, degrading, name-calling, plotless smut with no real ending, based off the song 'Water' by Tyla wc: 844 a/n: not proofread. i'll come back eventually and make this better but I'm too lazy rn😭

there was no warning as chenle walked through the door before he had you pinned to the wall, both your hands caged in one of his on top of your head. his head tilted to the side as his tongue fights with yours in a heated kiss.

hearing your breathing hitch, chenle moves his body into yours and grinds his body into yours. you could feel how hard he was through his grey sweats and your silk black pyjama pants. “baby.” his voice drawls as he pulls away from your lips and to your neck.

his breath falters as he feels you remove your hands from his grasp and into his hair, scratching his scalp lightly before tugging his head back, a moan leaving his pretty lips as you do so.

chenle looks down at you with the biggest smirk on his face, despite his head being angeled backwards. “chenle” you whisper into the thick air, chenle manages to free his hair from your grasp and place one of his hands under your chin to keep you looking at him.

chenle’s mouth moves towards yours, his tongue darting out to lick at your lips the way he did when he was in need of you so badly.

“how was practice?” you ask out in a small voice as chenle picks you up by the thighs and walks you both towards your shared room.

he hums as he places a soft kiss on your lips. “started learning a dance that reminded me of you.” he whispers in between kisses. chenle pulls away to turn his bluetooth speaker on and connect his phone.

water by tyla starts playing as chenle places kisses down the side of your neck.

make me sweat, his hands are pulling your shirt from over your head gently.

make me hotter, he’s kissing down your stomach eyes on you the whole time.

make me lose my breath, his hands are in your shorts rubbing soft circles on your pantie-covered folds.

make me water, he’s got you rid of all your clothes and pumping his fingers in and out of you in a way that has your toes curling.

“chen-le.” you gasp out and grip his wrist, he smirks down at you moving his fingers even faster as he leans down to capture your lips with his. the cool feeling of the rings on his fingers sends you further into a whirlwind of pleasure.

chenle loved having you beneath him like this, his fingers deep inside you with rings on his fingers and his most expensive watch on his wrist. chenle watches your face scrunch and in an instant, he knows you’re close.

he uses his thumb to rub small circles over your clit, his teeth latching onto his bottom lip as he smirks down at your fucked out face. “that’s it baby, come for me hmm?” chenle urges in a low voice.

your body shakes with your orgasm, chenle watching with his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his sweats beginning to feel too tight as he palms himself through them.

chenle stands up on his knees, you following suit not too long after to chase after him. he frees his cock from its confinements, he looks down at you as he grips his length and pumps a couple of times.

“open that pretty mouth of yours for me, yeah?” he speaks as he taps the tip of his cock on your lips. not wasting any time you open your mouth and let chenle push himself into your warm mouth.

chenle throws his head back while his left hand pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail to bring your head closer to his crotch. “that’s it, baby. i love that mouth of yours.” his moans came out almost harmoniously as he looks back down at you.

your face smeared with tears and drool as he fucked your face the way he liked best. “my favourite scene, baby. my cock so far down your throat, you’re gagging and drooling over me.” his voice comes out deep as he pulls your head closer to him.

“keep sucking me like that baby, ‘m almost there.” his head thrown back, a sight you wouldn’t trade for the world. your free hand slips between your thighs and rubs small circles over your clit.

you moan around chenle, making him snap his head back towards you. chenle pulls himself out of your mouth and pushes you back against the bed. “stupid girl, already cock dumb and couldn’t wait.” he seethes, his hands gripping your sides.

“wanna be fucked like a slut, yeah?” you nod your head vigorously up at him. chenle scoffs harshly, but you don’t miss the way he smiles down at you with so much love.

one thing about chenle was, no matter how harsh his words may seem towards you during sex, he would always have the most loving smile on his face or so much love in his eyes just to make sure you knew he wouldn’t actually call you that to hurt you.

[poneglph]

finally got to roger in the flashback and WHAT is he so sexy for????????

[redr0sewrites]

A modulated voice speaks through the mask, corrupt with desire.

SCREAMINGGGGGGG

notes/cw: suggestive content (no explicit sex), jason intentionally scaring reader/getting off on reader's fear

He knows it's wrong. In the back of his mind, his morality objects to his actions. "Don't do this, Jason." The angel on his shoulder says. "You'll scare her." But wasn't that the point? To scare you a little, to get your heart rate up, to make you fear for your life just a bit. He would never hurt you; he'd never dream of it. There was no world, no universe where he would ever desire to lay a hand on you in a way that wasn't meant to bring you pleasure. And yet here he was, looming over you, head cocked to the side as he watched the soft rise and fall of your chest while you slept. So sweet and unassuming, brows furrowing as you stir in your sleep, perplexed by something only you could see. 

He moves around the bed, heavy boots made silent with years of stealth training. The creak of a single floorboard is loud in the quiet, and he knows he could've avoided it—he does it all the time—but he wants to wake you up; he wants you to see him. Head to toe in tactical gear, leather jacket stretched out over his arms, covered with blood and grime after a long night's work. "You should shower." the angel says. "Leave her alone." But he doesn't want to. Not until he's had his fill of you, your body, and the sweet juice it produces.

He steps on the creaky floorboard again, and your hands find your eyes, rubbing them softly. "Hello," you say, still somewhere in a dream. "Jason?" Your voice is so kind and welcoming, just like it always is, and he questions his own motives. It's still not too late for him to kiss you goodnight, but his pants are getting tight, and his breath is getting ragged. You'll hear it through the metallic rasp of the modulator soon if you don't already.

There's a moment of silence after you fully open your eyes. A moment of registering that something is off; something about Jason is off. You want to ask what's wrong, but your words get lost along the way, the intimidation of his demeanor killing them before they have a chance to get out. You try again, a full sentence forming in your brain, but the only thing that comes out is his name. Shaky and uncertain, laced with concern and confusion. He's quiet, standing still, shrouded in the darkness of the room, and you can see only an outline of his body and the glowing eyes of his mask. 

"Are you scared?" He asks. "You seem scared." The words are gravelly, rolling out of the red helmet with tension behind each one. He takes a step forward and drops a knee onto the bed, which causes it to dip with his weight. "Don't be. I won't hurt you…ever." The rough surface of a gloved hand reaches up to your face, caressing it gently. It's such a normal action for him, so mundane it's almost second nature now, But this is different; there's no love hidden in his touch, no adoration in his body language. Beneath the gentle stroke of his fingers against your skin was a perverted desire to see you fear for your life, to see you shake beneath his touch and beg for mercy. 

He leans in, cold metal grazing against your face, touching it just enough to send a chill down your spine. He takes a deep breath, imagining how you smell, knowing your scent won't penetrate his helmet. Clean comes to mind, the remnants of a shower on your skin, soap lathered all over your body. He likes clean; clean is good, clean is nice. But he prefers sweaty; it means he did a good job. The tightness in his pants becomes unbearable as images of your body covered in sweat come to mind, and he can taste the saltiness of his tongue. He needs to have you in his mouth, to taste you as you plead with him to let you cum. 

Your voice is small when you finally speak again, uneasy and fearful of him so omnipresent in the room. "Do you promise? Not to hurt me, I mean…Do you promise not to hurt me?" You make eye contact with the glowing white lenses of his mask, empty and emotionless, indicative of nothing beyond a bone-chilling cold. A modulated voice speaks through the mask, corrupt with desire. "I told you," He tucks a lock of hair behind your ear. "I'd never hurt you."

[cryptocism]

"just as I did, in 1983."

you'd never know my favourite parts of the show are the fucked up insane bits when my first instinct is to draw the cheesiest thing imaginable

[lumiraette]

I like the game so much, it's giving me tingles

[fanaticalthings]

While I do find it funny that henchmen in Gotham probably warn each other about the Red Hood because he's a bat who will actually kill you. I think it would be better if Jason was actually seen as some sort of savior or idol to like 90% of the goons scattered around Gotham. Doesn't matter who they work for, they all know Jason, former crime-lord that took over majority of Gotham's underground in one night.

---

Jason, years after the events of UTRH, now fighting crime alongside the batfam, except every goon he runs into immediately recognizes him, stops fighting, and starts begging.

the first time it happens, Jason assumes they're begging for their lives only to hear them begging for him to return to the crime lord business so they can work for him and not Gotham's current money-stingy, abusive rogues (Black Mask lol)

---

Jason showing up to patrol as backup for Dick in an overrun warehouse full of Two-Face's henchmen and as Jason's about to interfere, one of the men stops dead in their tracks and stares really hard at Jason until:

Goon: Oh my God, boss, is that you?

Jason, pulling out his guns, about to shoot:

Goon: Mr. Hood, sir???

Jason, halfway about to pull the trigger: Wait a min–Jeremy? Oh wow, it's been ages! How's the wife?

Goon (Jeremy): Oh my God it IS you, holy shit where have you BEEN? Me and the guys miss you, man!

Dick, with a knife at his throat: What is happening right now

Jason: Ahh, well, crime-lording just wasn't fitting in on the daily schedule. Tryna turn over a new leaf and all that

Goon (Jeremy): Aw, that's disappointing. We really liked working for you, right guys?

[Chorus of enthusiastic "YEAHS" from the rest of the henchmen (even the one holding Dick at knifepoint)]

Goon (Jeremy): Well, anyways, I can't beat you up knowing you're my old boss! You gave us the best health benefits! We'll just let you take the evidence and leave.

Jason: Aw, thanks guys :)

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And that's why 95% percent of Jason's missions in Gotham end in success. Not because he's willing to kill people or because rogues are terrified of him, but because 90% of the rogues' henchmen once worked for Jason and fuckin love him lol.

[freyadragonlord]

I found this meme chart and I SawTM them.

[crowatyourwindow]

Kenji and his cow Hanako II were the best duo from wan change my mind

[starry-bi-sky]

on a completely separate note; shizun luo binghe with a disciple shen yuan who fell into the abyss??? *thinks about LBH canonically stealing SQQ's corpse for 5 years* he'd hallucinate i think. like, like visual and audial hallucinations.

Keeps thinking he's seeing SQQ in the corner of his eyes, or wandering between the trees, amongst a group of disciples. Thinks he hears him calling for him, but its just the wind or another disciple.

Gets Xiu Ya reforged but patently fucking refuses to make a sword mound. Because his disciple Is Not Dead :))) There was No Body. He's Not Dead. And If You keep Insisting That He Is, He's Gonna Skewer You :). He's holding onto Xiu Ya so he can return his most favored disciple's sword when he returns. It's on his hip right next to Zheng Yang where it's supposed to be.

Also this motherfucker?? does not sleep btw. He has the image of SQQ, wide eyed and hysterical and standing at the mouth of the abyss burned into his fucking eyelids. Can't use the dreamscape to escape it either because he keeps trying to save him and either he does and it's an incredibly cruel trick to wake up to, or he doesn't and he gets his heart broken in several different pieces again.

There is no convincing this man that Shen Qingqiu is dead. Absolutely nothing at all. He is buried so deep in denial that moles would be jealous of how deep he is. He keeps making tea for two in the bamboo house only to remember that it's just him. SQQ's fans are hiding everywhere, little reminders of his presence. He goes to wake up SQQ on the mornings he sleeps in-- only to find the room empty.

[shepscapades]

Your highness… I don’t feel so good

[moonyflesh]

[🚬]

no thoughts- just Logan smoking some big ass cigar at any given moment.

[galacticseonghwa]

2:24 am thoughts mdni

non idol!yuta x fem!curvy reader, SMUT a/n: NO plot, one shot with a shitty ending

his hands under his your shirt that you were wearing, squeezing and rubbing the flesh of your waist in his hands.

his favourite thing to do when you two were cuddling each other on stormy nights. he adored how you had more curves and meat on you than you could admit.

you loved your curves and how you weren't skinny and the fact that you were confident in that made him fall harder for you than he would ever admit to anyone but you.

your left hand on his cheek as he moved his face closer to yours to place a soft kiss on your lips. you giggle quietly as he pulls your body as close as he physically can.

one of his hands rubs up your back softly as he moves his head away to look at you, nothing but adoration and lust in his eyes.

he grips the back of your neck and pulls you in for a warm erotic kiss while his free hand reach between the both of you and traces the hem of your black lace panties.

his middle finger circling your clothed clit earning a quiet moan which he swallows as he pushes his tongue into your mouth. "yuta" you whimper as he pushes your panties to the side.

his fingers rubbing your wet folds, yuta quickly pushes you onto your back and slots himself in between your thighs without breaking the kiss.

he pulls away from you to rip his shirt over his head and pushes the shirt of his you were wearing to expose your erect nipples. without a second thought, his head dips down to suck and nip at your left nipple.

his eyes never leave yours, somehow making his mouth feel ten times better. you watch as he slowly grinds into the bed, only for you to pull him away from you and back to your mouth.

yuta moans as your fingers gently trace over his abs and his navel piercing only to end up teasing the hem of his grey sweatpants.

"need you so bad, baby." you whisper against his lips.

"hmm? what was that pretty girl?" he smiles darkly as he pulls away from you just to pull his sweatpants down his legs, throwing them somewhere to his left.

"need you yuta." you whine as he uses his thumb to pull your bottom lip down to give him enough room to push his thumb down on your tongue.

"that's it baby girl, keep sucking me like that." he coos as he's lining his cock at your dripping entrance. he has his eyes on yours as he slowly sinks into you, grunts escaping his pretty lips as his eyebrows furrow.

his thrusts are slow but deep at first as he lets you catch your breath somehow between each thrust.

as you begin whining loudly, yuta took your noises as a sign to start thrusting harder.

your headboard banging almost too loudly against the wall, you were so sure you'd be getting a noise complaint in the mail tomorrow. but that all went to the back of your mind when yuta hisses and brings his hand to your throat.

you start babbling nonsense to yuta as he puts the slightest pressure onto your throat, making your vision teether in a way you like all too much.

"i love it when you get so cock dumb" yuta almost laughs at how pathetic you sounded trying to form any kind of sentence.

"love all your pretty curves," he pauses to grip your thick thighs and up to your hips. "my pretty curves, they're all mine." he grits his teeth as he feels his orgasm nearing.

"i can feel your pretty pussy squeezing, pretty girl. cum for me, yeah?" he begins grunting louder as he grips your thigh.

"s'good f'me, baby." he moans into your ear as you both ride out your orgasms.

[sunn-mechanic]

[ID in alt]

Some Papyruses :]

+ spreading my papyrus can float propaganda.

[vozart]

they all bite

[funsizedcrow]

Link is Hylia's specialist little boy (this is not a good thing for him)

(stills under the cut)

[smittenzart]

so like...is this fandom still alive?

sally face brain rot got me in a chokehold