#i need this man so fucking bad

[beautifuldisaster88]

Dating JJ Maybank

- This man's love language is physical touch. No matter what you guys are doing or where you're at, he always has to be touching you in one way or another.

- JJ is obsessed with eating you out. If anyone asks what his favorite thing to eat is, his answer is always the same; "My princess's delicious pussy. She fucking tastes like heaven."

- He loves fucking you raw, especially when you're both high as fuck. The way you come undone under him, screaming out his name as your body trembled.

- This man STILL brags about being the first person to make you squirt, smug as fuck about it knowing that it was HIS dick that made that beautiful pussy squirt all over him.

- He has a massive kink for public sex, getting off on the thrill of being caught. The times that you two have been caught in the act, JJ didn't stop fucking you relentlessly.

- JJ practically cums any time you call him Daddy, especially in that sweet seductive voice. He doesn't care where you guys are or who's around, he's going to fuck you senseless, showing you exactly why he's Daddy.

- He might not have much, but he'll bust his ass just to make enough money to take you out on dates, or surprise you with flowers or stuffed animals, even buying you jewelry from time to time. If he sees your eyes light up when looking at something, he'll steal that shit if he doesn't have the money. Anything for his girl.

- JJ would brutally turn down any girl that tries hitting on him, not caring if she walks away crying. "Have you seen my girl? You ain't shit compared to her. Get the fuck outta my face." "You will never get this dick it belongs to my girl." "Bitch, I doubt you even know how to suck dick." "You fucking stupid or something? Huh? Thinking you'd ever stand a chance with me? Nah, I wouldn't fuck you even if my life depends on it."

- This man is NOT afraid of period blood. He'll go down on you, finger you, eat you out. He has no fucking shame, you're his girl and he loves everything about you.

- The amount of time that he's had you sat on his lap, cockwarming when y'all are with the Pogues is insane and they still haven't found out. He wants his dick buried deep inside that tight pussy at all times.

- He's gone toe-to-toe with Rafe multiple times, because Rafe has a habit of hitting on you thinking that he can take you from JJ.

- Whenever Luke beats him, he always comes to you. You clean him up and hold him close as he cries in your arms, knowing that he can be vulnerable with you.

- JJ refuses to let you come over to his house when his dad is there, not willing to take any chances of Luke laying hands on you. He knows that he would kill Luke with his bare hands if he even laid a finger on his girl.

- This man is so hard on himself. Never thinking that he's good enough and that you deserve better, even though you have proven to him time and time again that he's wrong.

- You're his baby, his whole world. The one person he'd do absolutely anything for.

- He leaves random little love notes for you to find, knowing that they always make you smile. You keep them all in a box under your bed.

- He lets you ride his abs until you cum, knowing how obsessed with them you are. "Fuck, princess, you just love getting yourself off on my abs, don't ya? Sucha dirty fucking slut."

[f4iryfever]

soobin head locking you from behind and fucking the living shit out of you 😵‍💫😵‍💫 and drool just spilling from your mouth onto his biceps, mixed with sweat and it’s all just so messy and hot 😫😫😫

GUYS I NEED HIM SO FREAKING BAD 😩

[formulapookie]

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i need

HAAAAAAANDS

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MY GOD I AM ON MY KNEES PLEASE CHOKE ME

[box-off]

I'm in this type of mood right now.

[hyukqi]

size training with soobin !!! 😵‍💫

(lawd help me im lightheaded just by imagining it)

soobin lying back against the headboard with one hand brushing his messy hair back and the other with a loose grip on your waist. sweat dripping down his forehead while he has an cocky smile across his face scanning your body up and down as you straddle his hips. whimpering quietly “b-bin…” while he coos softly “shhh.. come on pretty girl, you can take it, can you?” >_<

lifting your hips to align his cockhead with your sopping entrance, feeling overwhelmed with his intimidating demeanor that turns you oh so subby for him !!! gasping with short “ah”s and “hnn..!!”s while you sink down on him feeling his thick, long, girthy cock scrape your insides… he’s too big you can barely take his tip in!!

“too much…” with sobs pouring from your mouth and tears pooling in your eyes before they drip onto his toned body. “so good for me baby… it can fit ‘m promise, tight pussy ‘s sucking on it so well…” soobin murmurs enamored by how fucking hot you look forcing your pretty pussy down his massive cock. god he’s so soft with you but at the same time you want to wipe off his stupid smirk that revels in your desperation.

going so dumb on his cock shuddering once you sink down completely, moaning loudly at his girth rubbing against your gummy walls and tip resting right against that one bundle of nerves <33 god you might as well see his bulge protruding your stomach. “fuck… good girl… my good girl.. so small and tiny” lips pressed against your neck, behind your ear, and trailing to your jaw..

hah… he’s such a boob guy so soobin would definitely massage your breasts mouthing at your nipples while you ride him !! sloppily rutting against him and lifting your hips just to slam down on his huge cock leaving you both in shambles but only one grows increasingly desperate “nnnghh~~!! b-bin… soobin… p-please just ah!” soobin softly biting your nipples with his hands guiding you down and him thrusting upward at the same time making you arch back in sweet pleasure @_@

what a stupid baby you are… babbling incoherent whines and moans while he puts in all the effort into molding you into his personal cocksleeve. so so dumb for him and his big cock that you end up cumming too quickly with your juices gushing out from under, coating him with your sticky mess <333 and if you thought you were done, you are so wrong !!!

“came so fast already.. you can give me another, mm?” soobin suddenly pushing you down and hovering over with your legs hooked on his shoulders. sounds of skin smacking fill up the entire room while he deliciously ruts his dick against your pussy with eyes closed to concentrate on fucking his girlfriend dumb.

he still has yet to cum too yknow?

[starjunkyard]

Hilson should have had ONE. (1) honest to god fistfight. Not talking about no pansy ass scuffle either i need a FIGHT. Im talking bloodied noses nd bruised cheeks. I need them to exchange words that will alter the course of their relationship forever. MOST OF ALL. They need to make out nastystyle afterwards

[astronnova]

doodles (as i avoid work) of the super awesome you wouldn't like me alive fic by @ectoplasmranch which i binge read in a 7 hour sitting yesterday

[f4iryfever]

OH MY FUCKING GOD 😩

⊹ | Forced Marriage - Kang Taehyun

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Title: Forced Marriage

Person: Kang Taehyun of Tomorrow X Together

Kang Taehyun x reader !!

POVfem

TW: NSFW, 18+, pet/cute nicknames (Babe, baby, princess, honey (?), sweetheart, etc.)

A/N: There will be NO r@p3/s3xu@11 abu5e/r@s1sm and etc that is problematic with those things!! ——— I hope I said everything? I hope you will enjoy this story <3

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Taehyun is the CEO of his father’s famous and well known hotel. But of course, your own father, who’s a businessman, but also a childhood friend to Taehyun’s own father. This means both of them have known each other for the past 45 years? They are in their early 60s. A long time…

And of course, both Taehyun’s parents and your parents wanted a marriage between you and Taehyun. Listen; he’s a good looking guy, but, hell, his cold personality is not going to break though him, at least you won’t be the reason? Or maybe?

God, how long has it been since you moved in in a whole new house with Taehyun, your so-called-husband? 2 months? TWO?! oh, fuck…

You two really hate each other— okay, maybe not hate, hate is a strong word to use. But not liking each other is for sure.

You keep getting annoyed at him, just leaving random stuff all over the house, throwing clothes, making a mess in the kitchen like 8-year-old kid. And always so goddamn stubborn. Ugh.

But in the other way around, he gets annoyed at you, just scolding him like he’s a kid; which he hates. Not only that, he married someone who doesn’t want to, but of course it’s for the business’ sake.

He gets annoyed that your so fucking sexy— woah? Wait? What?

Yes. Yeah, he does. But obviously, his stubborn ass will never admit it. Even though every time he sees you bend over to grab something, he gets that bent over ass view for free and he gets hard. Fuck, he wished he could just straight up fuck you from behind. Hell, he can’t do that, right? Right.

. . . . .

Today, you and your friend were going to a club, just for the night— or maybe not? Maybe to just lift that mood up, since your friend just got broken up with her boyfriend of 2 years, just like, what? 3 days ago?

This just elf you to dress up more extra, or to be more exact, more revealing.

You out on your tight, very silky dress with the color of wine red. Your chest is very revealing, your ass being hugged by the dress, those thighs looking juicy. Fuck, you looked sexy as fuck. That necklace made your neck look kissable.

“And, where is my wife going in that dress?” The sarcasm leaving his mouth, sounding annoying as hell to hear it leaving his mouth. But…yet, he sounded a bit more, weird?

You turned around and he was standing a few steps away from you, crossing his arms over his well-build chest muscles— and his beefy arms is something you can resist to look at. He looked very serious and just staring at you, almost eyeing you up and down, and you sworn that if you blinked, you would’ve missed that very unnoticeable smirk at the corner of his lip.

“At a club.” I scoffed. I grabbed my keys and was about to open the front door, to leave.

“A club, with that dress? I don’t think so.” He scoffed back. He stepped closer to you, then suddenly grabbing your wrist, a possessive glint in his eyes.

“We are supposed to be married. You can’t go around dressed like that.” He spoke in a low, commanding tone, one that couldn’t be ignored.

You just sighed— what’s wrong with him?

“Tsk, just stop talking. Don’t tell me what I can’t or can do.” I muttered as I grabbed the keys, opening the front door and left the house with an aggressive slam— not too hard, though. But, still.

Once you left, Taehyun’s expression soured. He cursed softly, his hands gripping the pillow in the couch, tightly.

“Fucking stubborn brat.” He growled to himself, knowing there was no way he could force you to change your mind. But the thought of you in that right and revealing dress, out there in the club, with other men…

He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy deep within him. He’d never admit it, but he couldn’t stand the thought if you with someone else. This was the one thing that made him question his stoic nature.

. . . . .

Later that night, as you returned home, exhausted from the night’s event, Taehyun was waiting for you— it surprised you.

“Hm? Well…I guess so?”I mumbled as I took my heels off by the entrance, my feet hurting me as hell.

“Did you have fun?” His voice was cold, but his eyes seemed to betrayed a hint of curiosity.

I looked at him; I wasn’t drunk at all, just tried as fuck.

"Good." Taehyun nodded, not breaking eye contact, studying you intently. He could see the exhaustion on your face, and for some reason, it made him happy. You belonged to him, and only him.

"Go to sleep, y/n." He commanded, a bit of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

I rolled my eyes. Why does he have to act like that, it just get me in my nerves for some reason.

“Tch…” I scoffed as I walked inside the bathroom to take a warm shower, just washing of the damn alcohol smell that my friend accidentally spilled over, mixed up with my sweat.

He watched you leave, his eyes following the sway of your hips. It was a sight that always left him wanting more. Once you were out of sight, Taehyun let out a deep breath.

"Damn it, Taehyun..." He muttered to himself, shaking his head. He knew you were a prize he shouldn't want, and yet, he was becoming more and more consumed by you.

It was just a matter of time before his feelings for you would be impossible to hide, and he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, you washed off the night's makeup, trying to forget the crude advances from the men at the club. As you got out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, you saw Taehyun in the bedroom, waiting for you.

"Come to bed, princess ." His voice was no longer cold, but rather, it had a seductive tone, a tone that made your heart beat a little faster.

I sighed, something was off with him. I just walked to the bedroom but I grabbed my my panties and my pajama from the closet.

Taehyun watched you, his eyes never leaving your body as you moved. Once you had your clothes, you turned away from him, but he spoke before you could reach the privacy of the bathroom.

"Don't bother changing." He commanded, a clear hunger in his voice. You hesitated, glancing back at him over your shoulder.

"Why not?" I asked, confused. Taehyun's lips curved into a predatory smile.

"Because I want to see every inch of you, before you hide from me." His eyes were intense, leaving you breathless. You hesitated for a moment, but before you could reply, he was already walking towards you, his hunger for you growing stronger with each step.

Your heartbeat quickened, and your breathing grew shallow as Taehyun closed the distance. He reached for the towel, pulling it away from your body with a gentle yet assertive touch.

Exposed, you felt vulnerable, but also aroused, your nipples hardening in response to his intense gaze. Taehyun trailed his fingers down your arm, his touch sending shivers through your body.

"You're mine," he whispered, his voice low and seductive. "And I'll make sure you're never left wanting." His lips met yours, the kiss hungry and demanding. His hands roamed over your body, cupping your breasts, teasing your nipples, while the other hand slipped between your legs, finding your wetness.

"You want this, don't you?" he growled against your lips. "You want me, my wife." You nodded, biting your lip, unable to find your voice as he guided you to the bed, positioning you on all fours. He entered you roughly, filling you completely.

You gripped into the sheets so goddamn hard and tightly, that you never knew you could grip into something like that. Your face was facing the mattress of the bed as you moan.

“Oh fuck, Taehyun…” you breathed out. You felt the pain, probably because you have never had sex before. His thrusts were fast and deep.

Each moan you let out only fueled Taehyun's lust, pushing him to go even harder. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he dominated you completely.

“T-taehyun…it’s hurts…” I managed to somehow breathe it out of. My voice has this shaky voice when I said it. I was gripping the sheets so harshly and it was so uncomfortable.

Taehyun slowed down when he heard my voice. He got concerned about you as he pulled out of you and turned you around on your back.

“Are you okay, y/n?!” He said under his heavy breathing. He looked very concerned— no, his eyes looked straight up worried for me.

I felt blush crawling up in my face out of embarrassment, I felt like an idiot for some reason. God, why do I have to act this way?

Taehyun saw your flustered face and softly smiled as I moved your hair away from your face and leaned over you.

“Princess, you okay?” He spoke so softly, something about this tone and demeanor made my heart skip beats. He slowly caressed my cheek. And the way he called me princess, oh god.

“…it hurts…” I whispered, almost mumbling and just feeling embarrassed.

“Do you want to try another way? Do you want me to stop- I can stop!” He whispered back, matching my tone. He just kept caressing my cheek.

“No…no…I want this. It’s just- I-” I stammered, feeling more humiliated than embarrassed. It’s just in my head…

He smiles at you. Something about his smile, it was a genuine smile, a smile to show comfort, it just made my face get redder and redder.

“Let’s try this way then…I will be gently with you, okay? And if it hurts, tell me to stop and I will stop, okay baby?” The softness and the warmth in his voice made me feel less embarrassed.

The way he even called me baby, it made me feel safe in his arms.

He started to his me, his lips were so warm, so soft, so sweet and tender. His kisses was very passionate. You couldn’t help but lift your hand up to the nape of his neck and just kissing him back, while he’s hovering over you, his body weight being pressed over your body, but his holding a bit to not put his whole weight on you.

Taehyun moved down to your neck and gave you sweet and affectionate kisses. Giving you small love bites and sucking on your skin.

You couldn’t help but let out a gasp when his warm breathe was tickling your neck, while giving your love bites and us hung in your skin.

He was trying to find your sensitive spot on your neck, to find it and make you squirm beneath him.

“Your taste so good, babygirl…” he mumbled very quietly under his breathe between the kissed, making his warm breathe tickling IVER again over your skin.

He hummed a but, making it have a small vibration sensation for a quick second. His hands roaming on your sides. That’s until you let out another gasp— he find your spot in your neck.

His hand finding it’s way to your breast and starts massaging it, which made you shiver. You let out a soft and a low moan.

You swore you felt a smirk speeding across his lips in the kisses. It gave you another wave of shivers.

“Mmm, baby…I wanna want you moan…” he whispered as he started kissing down your collarbone, then down to you nipple.

You squirmed a little bit, beneath him. You bit into your lips, just to not moan. But it felt so good.

“Don’t hold it, princess…” he whispered, his voice dropped to lowest, which sent you a millions of butterflies in your stomach. And you let out a moan when he started to suck on your breast and your nipple.

He took his sweet time by sucking with your nipple, and his left hand was massaging your other breast.

He started to kiss you lower and lower, kissing you stomach until he moved all the way down and he glanced up at him, to see if you will let him, if you enjoy this; and you did.

His lips hovered just above your clit. “So wet…” his tone dropped…he gave a kiss on your pussy, it made you let out a small, subtly moan.

He started to lick and flickering his tongue over your clit. Oh shit, oh shit.

That man has a good grip of your thighs and caressing as he kept flickering his tongue on your clit. That sent you a wave of pleasure. You let out a few moans— buckling your hips a bit upwards as a reaction.

“P-please…please…” you breathed out as you rolled your head back and your hand worked by itself— it find itself on top of his head, gently gripping onto his hair.

Taehyun glanced up, “please what, baby…?” He said in a seductive tone. He grinned and just went back to lick your clit.

“Don’t stop, please…” I moaned it out as my grip onto his hair tightened. It felt so good, too good. My back was arching upwards and I felt getting closer to my orgasm.

He sensed and knew you were close, so his finger find itself pushing inside of you. You barely felt that king finger entering you. But oh god, that felt heavenly.

"I'm going to make you come, y/n," he promised, his voice thick with emotion. "You're mine, and I'll give you everything you need."

His pace increased, and the tenderness turned back into urgency, but there was still a softness in his gaze, a feeling that he cared for you, that he needed you as much as you needed him.

As he was both licking your clit and finger fucking you, he pulled in his ring finger; two fingers are inside of you. You couldn’t help but moan in pleasure.

You heard him moan against your pussy and he looked like he was almost talking to himself, “oh, fuck yes..” he mumbles.

You looked down at him, you saw his hand movement; on his other free hand. He was stroking himself.

I moaned, he hit the spot with his finger and I was so close to cum. And he knew I was, based on how my hips buckled upwards and legs shaking subtly.

Suddenly, Taehyun stopped, pulling his fingers out and lifting up his head. Positioning himself between your legs.

“So beautiful…” he breathed out, more like a very hungry tone in his voice and eyes. That man looks like he can eat you up in a second.

A moan escaped me once he pushed his throbbing cock, searching and pegging for release. “Fuck…” the word just left my lips.

He started off slowly, looking at me, searching for any signs of me being in pain. “So tight…so fucking tight, princess” he moaned out.

The grip you had into that sheet was something you didn’t realize at all. You were in occupied with the pleasure your body was washing you over with. “M-more…” the pleading in your voice was making Taehyun grin.

“You want more, my princess?” He asked, his breath was uneven. “Show me how much of that more is.” He whispered into your ear as he grabbed you arms and pulled you upward, pulling your body toward him.

“Ride me. Show me how much you want me, how much of that more is.” Oh fuck, something about his voice just turned me on like a gasoline setting on fire in just less than a second.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, your elbows resting on his shoulder, closer the nape of his neck. You have never had sex with anyone, meaning you never had rode a damn dick. But fuck it, your body was working on its own, it has its own little brain.

His hands roaming your sides, stopped by your hips and helped you out. You started moving up and down, very slowly, just to feel it.

“Mm…just like that, baby” he whispered as he captured my nipple with his mouth and started licking it, kissing it, sucking on it, gosh…

The pleasure you had in you, you just wanted to explore it more. You. Want. More. You started riding him faster, it was clear that you were in need.

His moan left his mouth, something about hearing his moan, it was making me wanna do things to him, thing I have never done.

“Just like that, my pretty girl” oh, oh, that’s it; you literally used all of your energy into this, you peak was starting to build up, you rode him faster, that’s the fastest you can go.

The hips of his, they buckled upwards as another moan escaped his mouth. His head, he doesn’t know if he wanna suck your tits or jerk his head back.

Moans left my mouth, we are moth getting closer to reach out damn orgasms. He’s staring at my breast bouncing along with my up and down movements. He looked at my pleasure that was written all over my face.

Fuck, your so close. “Tae- I’m…” I breathed out, totally lost, my brain is foggy. “You’re close.” He finished your unfinished sentence.

Your legs are shaking, your knees are getting weak, so close, so close…

“Cum for me, baby…” he demanded you, yet it sounded like his pleading you to do so. You just let out your moans, panting like an animal, you wish you could do more than this, but you can’t.

With one swift motion, he pushed you down on your back, making you let out a small yelp. He positioned himself between your legs and started to fuck you.

You don’t know what went though you but you moaned out his name like your life depended on it. That gave Taehyun shivers down his spine. His brain was spinning, getting foggy, hell, probably seeing starts too.

“Fuck, y/n! I’m gonna…cum…” he panted it out. “You want me to cum in you, huh?” His voice was leaning more against the teasing side, yet he sounded serious, which he was.

“Please…p-please do it…” your voice was barely audible, your legs hugging just about his hips so tightly, pushing him deeper inside of you.

“Fuck…you’re making me cum,” he said that, straight into your ear and started kissing your jaw and neck. He looked at you in the eyes, your eyes rolling back. This felt like you were sent to heaven.

He used his last energy to fuck you hard and fast, you’re moaning like an animal in the wild and he’s just there whimpering along with a few moans, right into you ear.

He captured your lips with his, kissing you, slipping in his tongue. Both of you moaning into each other mouths. “I’m gonna cum, my pretty…”

With an exaggerated moan from him, he spilled his seed inside of you, “oh, fuck…fuck” he cursed under his breathe, he didn’t stop, he wanted to see you cum for him. “Cum for me, baby.”

Your moans filling the room, the moistest sound of your wetness and his seed together was playing in your ears.

If swore you either saw white OR black washing over your eyes as I reached your orgasm. This was something you have never experienced before, hell, you thought you passed out for a second as you squirted. squirted? Yeah, you squirted for the first time of your life, neither did you know you could’ve done that with your own body.

A gasp escaped Taehyun’s mouth as you wet his cock, his hot abs and even the damn bed. “Mmm…just like that, princess.” He collapsed on top of you as both of you panted.

His hand reached to move a stand if your hair from your face and gave you a kiss on your forehead. “So pretty…” he whispered.

[turtletoria]

man having the worst day of his life about to have the second worst day of his life

[vaguely-concerned]

thinking about not only the specific people lucanis pulls in to represent the 'locks' in his psyche, but the storytelling that happens in the structure/order of them. the underlying ideas are presented something like:

the lucanis who went into the ossuary never came back out again; he died down there (the boy caterina raised is gone forever) -> you're putting yourself in danger doing this (by being close to me), you should leave because I can't bear it if you get hurt because of me -> it doesn't matter even if we do try this, it won't work anyway (again because of me) ('you know what he's like, you can open the door but he won't walk through it' :'( oofie doofie) -> what if the real secret is that there was never anything but the monster in here from the beginning. you should leave, there was never anything here worth saving in the first place. (implicitly: what if I deserved what happened, all along.)

it runs pretty cleanly from outward-oriented attachment anxiety ('caterina won't even want me back like this, she won't recognize me (the same way I no longer recognize myself)) and gradually deeper inwards until we reach self-image and self worth. or you know, the harrowing basic lack of it lol.

"careful -- they'll know we're not right," spite says in one of their first scenes... but clearly, some very deep part of lucanis has feared or suspected for much longer than that that there's something inherently not right at the core of him, way before any demon entered the picture. and the voice he gives those lines to is the person who should know him better than anyone in the world, who he has loved more than anyone in the world -- and who deliberately chose to hurt him so horrifically anyway. 'It's better if I'm just a monster and deserved what happened than it is to allow for the idea that the brother I love doesn't really exist and maybe never did'. it's better if he's fundamentally flawed in some way that needed fixing to help him survive, and that's why caterina chose to hurt him again and again -- out of love. (this one I think he might have a very sad wakeup call on one day if he ever ends up with the responsibility and care of a child of his own in some way and realizes just how alien the idea of ever intentionally hurting them for any reason is to him. oh buddy. also interesting that he keeps caterina as the outermost lock -- there IS a distance he keeps there that he hasn't with illario. he doesn't resent her 'anymore' he says, but he also keeps her carefully further away from his deepest self.)

as far as I could tell the only note in the mind prison that's fully hidden and needs to be uncovered is the sad painful helpless stupid little truth that even after all this, even knowing what happened... he still loves his brother. is there anything illario could ever do that would make lucanis completely stop loving him, do you think? sometimes the trouble with unconditional love is that it is, well. unconditional, even when some terms and conditions probably would have been in order haha.

that's the pattern you see there again and again; he would rather destroy and abandon and imprison himself at every turn than let go of love, even when it's just scraps, even when there's only ever enough of it to hurt him. it's only when rook shows up and as it were takes his hand and walks along with him that he can entertain the idea of changing the story of what walking out the door might mean in the end.

[beautifuldisaster88]

A quick lil edit of Drew Starkey that I made. Since it has come to my attention that someone is going around stealing people's original work, and claiming it as their own, I did put a watermark all over one of them, just as a bit of proof that this is MY edit, just in case it gets stolen. This might not be one of my edits that I spent hours and hours on, but I still had to take time to make it.

There's a reason that Tumblr has reblogs, and if someone likes another person's original work, then reblog it, but for the love of everything, DO NOT STEAL OTHER'S ORIGINAL WORK AND CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN!

Those of us who write or make edits, we put our all into our work and most of the time we spend hours upon hours, even sometimes days to weeks working on our original work, and when it gets stolen it's like a massive slap in the face. All that time and effort, just for someone else to take credit for OUR work.

So please, before you think about stealing another person's original work, think about all the time and effort they put into it. We should all be supportive of one another, not taking credit for something that someone else made.

I just had to get this little rant off of my chest. I've been wanting to go back to editing, but seeing all the posts about people's work being stolen, makes me hesitant. Like I said, this was a quick edit, but a lot of my edits I spend a lot of time on and work hard on them. Same goes for my writing. I don't want to put all my time and effort into something, just for someone else to steal it and claim it as their own. Hell, if you asked I'd more than likely give you permission to use my work, and all I'd ask in return is that you credit me.

[inkskinned]

he says i hate everyone except you and that is addictive and that is kind of romantic and beautiful because you're young and you're kind of a sarcastic asshole too and you don't like bad boys, per say, but you don't really like good ones either. and you like that you were the exception, it felt like winning.

except life is not a romance book, and he was kind of being honest. he doesn't learn to be nice to your friends. he only tolerates your family. you have to beg him to come with you to birthday parties, he complains the whole time. you want to go on a date but - people are often there, wherever you're going. he's just so angry. about everything, is the thing. in the romance book, doesn't he eventually soften? can't you teach him, through your own sense of whimsy and comfort?

at first - you know introverts often need smaller friend groups, and honestly, you're fine staying at home too. you like the small, tidy life you occupy. you're not going to punish him for his personality type.

except: he really does hate everyone but you. which means he doesn't get along with his therapist. which means he has no one to talk to except for you. which means you take care of him constantly, since he otherwise has no one. which means you sometimes have to apologize for him. which means he keeps you home from seeing your friends because he hates them. you're the single exception.

about a decade from this experience, you'll type into google: how to know if a relationship is codependent.

he wraps an arm around you. i hate everyone except you. these days, you're learning what he's actually confessing is i have very little practice being kind.

[prouc]

Look at my doctor dawgggg

I’m going to die 😭😭

[minkieater]

sweat — jyh ˚ · .

p. jeong yunho x fem!reader w. smut mdni, sweat kink kinda went crazy here, can't help but write yunho rough it just comes out of me wc. 3.2k

a bare face, disheveled hair and scarlet tipped ears greeted you in the bedroom, two hours after you’d last seen him. his puffy eyes were low from exertion, his strenuous workout was ultimately for him but you couldn’t pretend it didn’t benefit you, too. your eyes caught the sweat that sparkled across his skin, the warm light from the side table lamp making it appear like a second layer of a golden sheen — nothing short of a gift that the hotel’s gym provided you. his chocolate brown shirt hung loose and baggy, definitely damp by this point, crumpled at the bottom hem from how many times he’d pat his face dry with it during his session. his shorts sat just at mid thigh, shorts you’d bought for him just for this purpose, coming back to you in your hotel room after a late night workout.

“check out my pump,” he flexed his biceps with a proud smile, looking at his arms that he held up on either side of his face. such an adorable action, the opposite of how he looked right now, so massive and so manly.

you didn’t answer, you couldn’t answer, too entranced by how he spawned in your bedroom looking effortlessly godlike. it was sinister, it should be illegal, an article written somewhere in the federal register that jeong yunho shouldn’t be able to look this fucking good. 

the sweat that laid across his skin made him look so edible, so delicious, you knew that taste all too well — the warm saltiness tangled with a hint of him, it was your favorite flavor, you could eat it all day and all night. the ruby red flush to his ears, his cheeks and his nose you wanted to bottle up, put in a tube so you could wear it like lipgloss. maybe chapstick instead so you could put it on him, get his lips back to their usual luster, nourish them so you could kiss him until they were chapped once again.

his hair being so abnormally fucked up only made you think of one thing, how you wanted to sink your fingers into his hair, see the muddy olive brown colored locks between your fingers, tugging at his roots so he’d tell you to pull them harder. you were working yourself up in your head, staring at him through lidded eyes from the comfort of the white bed sheets, it only took seconds of ogling for yunho to read your thoughts as if you said them out loud. 

he scratched his head with one eye shut, a knowing smile playing on his lips, “i should do that workout more often if you’re gonna react like this, i feel like you’re gonna pounce on me.” 

a sound of amusement leaves your lips as you lift one hand, curling your index finger towards yourself to say get your ass over here. 

“i’m all sweaty, we have to sleep there,” he cringed, “i’m gonna shower, care to join?” 

you hopped up at a speed comparable to light despite the fact that your hair was still wet from the shower you just took, but you’d take another, you’d do anything he asked. yunho chuckled as he made his way to the bathroom, flicking on the lights, the loud hum of the fan filling the space. 

“come here,” you murmured when you entered the bathroom hot on his tail, the order sounding like a plea as you tugged at his shirt, pulling him down to your height. 

he was still smiling as your lips met, he brought his hands up to your cheeks, cupping them as his palms completely enveloped your face, fingers going deep into your hair. you were obsessed with him, the size of him, how every part of him seemed to be double of what you were. it made you dizzy, unlocked a part of you that you didn’t realize was laying dormant until you met him, ushering him to do anything to prove how big he actually is, to show you how small he could make you feel. 

you switched to kiss his jaw, tongue lolling out to lick at his skin, tasting the sweet concoction of sweat and yunho that tased like the fountain of youth. it kept you awake, kept you alive, added fuel to the fire of need that started to spread through your gut like a lit match in a dry forest. you moved his hands down your waist to your ass as you licked up the column of his throat and he groaned, lifting you up with those massive twin palms and placing you flat on the counter. 

your lips met again and he smirked into the kiss before detaching for a moment, “couldn’t even wait for me to turn the shower on?”

“can you blame me?” you asked with a sweet smile as you spread your legs atop the counter, already wearing nothing underneath the white hotel robe, as if you’d planned jumping him as soon as he got back. 

the air hit your core and you shivered, yunho taking his place right between your knees as if he felt it, the wetness that caught the draft. his hips were still taller than yours as he stood in front of you and you could moan just at the sight, the mere thought of your giant of a boyfriend. 

“my eager girl,” he hummed as he attached your lips again, fingers running up your calves, over your thighs that laid flush against the counter. he let them slip under the robe, fingers gripping your hips, squeezing as he pressed his abdomen against you from the distance he’d closed. 

“more,” you moaned into his lips at his touch, back arching into him. you could smell the sweat coming off of him, through his shirt, on his skin, in his hair. if you weren’t so horny you’d feel a little concerned about how much it affected you, mouth watering as the scent hit your nostrils. “please,” you begged, your hands coming up his forearms to squeeze at his biceps, back arching impossibly farther to collide your chest with his abdomen. 

“only because you said please,” his voice was ragged as he rested his forehead against yours, slipping a hand from under the robe and bringing it in front of you, running the pads of his fingers over the tops of your thighs, quickly coming closer to your core. you gasped in anticipation, hips bucking up to give him access. he didn’t let his fingers go farther, though, instead they trailed up over your stomach to the tie of your robe, playing with the knot you tied when you hoped out of the shower. 

you whined, an impatient, annoying noise, one that yunho loved so fucking much. his smirk returned at the sound, taking his time as he untied the knot, tugging lightly at the fabric fastened across your waist, using little to no force to drag it out solely to frustrate you further. 

“yunho, please,” you begged, tilting your chin up to look into his eyes where you found a pair of puffy, chocolate brown glazed over eyes staring right back down at you. 

he saw the need in your eyes, the way your eyebrows furrowed, how you took your bottom lip just between your teeth and his resolve was gone. he used both of his hands to tug it free with no effort, slipping the robe off of your shoulders, leaving you bare for him atop the bathroom counter. 

he groaned again from low in his gut, a choked sound, “so fucking sexy.” 

your head tilted back with a muddled moan as his hands swallowed your boobs, squeezing at the fat, rolling his thumbs over your nipples, biting his own lip when they hardened under his touch. his hands slipped down to your waist and he kissed you again, running his hands over your skin, the pads of his fingers leaving dainty touches across your hips and thighs. 

you reached between your bodies, you opted to grab for him instead, feeling his already hardened length in your palm. yunho physically shivered, hips bucking into your hand with a small noise, one that not just anyone would catch if they didn’t know yunho like the back of their hand. you did, you knew it was a sound of lust, a noise that meant please keep going. 

you palmed him through his shorts, the shorts that you bought because they were shorter than the rest of his collection, ones that showed off his thigh muscle so perfectly. you leaned up and attached your tongue to his neck again, a different spot that you hadn’t tasted yet, hadn’t licked the sweat clean off of it. you hummed in delight, working your hand faster over his shorts as his head hung loose, small groans and puffs of air leaving his lips.

“taste so good,” you mumbled between licks to his neck, sucking at small spots, easily leaving bruises across his skin. how his makeup artist would have to cover that up, you didn’t care. your hands went to the hem of his shirt and tugged it over his head, marveling at the damp cloth in your hands, hoping he didn’t notice how you took your time or how you had to physically stop yourself from bringing it up to your nose. 

of course he noticed, the revelation gave yunho back the upper hand, his smirk returned to his face as he said, “yeah? you like it when i’m all sweaty baby?”

after years of being together he knows this, you’ve licked the sweat off of all of him numerous times, but it still affected yunho the same every single time you did, and he never hesitated to tease you for it. you mumbled a mhm as you raked your hands over his abdomen, his chest, the skin that was dry by now but still slightly sticky. 

his hands gripped your hips again, right at the crease of where your thigh met your hip and you jumped, bucking your hips towards him once more. your ass was right on the ledge of the sink and you would’ve fallen right back into it if his grip wasn’t so tight. he kept one hand on your hip as the other dragged closer to your core, ghosting over your center, thumb dangerously close to where you needed stimulation the most. 

you gasped, throwing a hand behind you on the sink, using it as leverage to open yourself up to him, let him get full access to where you needed him. he took a step back and looked you up and down, his eyes darker now, so low and glazed over with lust as he stared directly at your center. 

“such a pretty fucking pussy, this sight’ll never get old,” he shook his head and he braced his hands on the counter, right between your legs as he knelt down onto his knees. he moved his hands to grab at your thighs, holding them open as he wasted no time, licking a fat stripe up your center.

you threw the other arm behind you to keep you up and steady as you moaned, a long, languid noise at the stimulation. he made quick work of you, swirling his tongue between your folds, wrapping his lips around your clit. 

“yes,” you moaned and threw your head back, arching your body up into him, bringing your feet up onto the counter to spread yourself impossibly wider for him. he took advantage, eating you like a man starved, letting his saliva trickle down your center and not bothering to lick it all back up. he created a rhythm quick, flicking his tongue over your clit, making you cry out for him, chanting his name like a mantra.

“close,” you cried, taking a hand to fist into his hair, the dampness of his locks only pushing you closer to the edge. the knot in your stomach only tightened further, bucking your hips into his face, and he didn’t pause for a moment. he followed your hips, keeping his lips wrapped tight around your clit, one devastatingly harsh suck made you lose control, had the knot snapping immediately. 

he rode you through it, keeping his rhythm until you forced his face off of you with a tight pull to his roots. he let go of you with a pop, eyes dazed, his head most definitely somewhere else. 

“should i turn the shower on?” he asked with a lazy smile then licked his lips, sitting back on his calves. you giggled, your body shivering as the chill of the room hit you again, your center wet and sticky and cold. 

you hopped down from the counter as he stood up, turning to the glass doors to turn the shower on. as he turned back to you you grabbed him by the neck, pulling him down to kiss him again. you wanted to taste him, all of him before the shower, before his sweat got washed off of him. 

“are you hungry or something?” he joked between kisses, a smile on his face, and you laughed in response. 

“just wanna taste you,” you answered as you dropped to your knees just as he did, a lot less gracefully. he paid no mind as his lips parted, eyes slightly furrowing as he realized what you were doing. 

you tugged his shorts down quick, the length of him springing up against his stomach, standing red and angry and leaking. you salivated, eyes widening at the sight, at the smell of sweaty, post workout yunho. it was delicious, desperation ran through you as if you’d never seen him before, never smelled his sweat before. 

you wrapped your lips around his head, sucking down every drop of precum he gave you, moaning at the taste. so salty, so fucking yunho, your center throbbed with desire even if you just came on his tongue. you spat it all back around him along with your own spit before you took him down your throat as much as you could, hands wrapping around his base, pumping whatever you couldn’t fit – you’d never be able to fit it all. 

he groaned, his hands flying to your head, hands tangling in the roots of your hair, tugging at it just to get a reaction from you. a gargled noise erupted from your throat, vibrating around him, making him stumble for a second as his abdomen clenched, six pack on full display. your eyebrows furrowed at the sight and his hand went to grab for the wall to keep him steady as you bobbed your head, tongue swirling on the underside of his length, hand squeezing his base. 

“you’re so fucking good at that,” he moaned, a gasp leaving his lips right after as your hand went to cup his balls, massaging them in your palm. “i’m gonna cum if you do that, baby, fuck.”

you smiled around his length, breathing through your nose, the smell of him combined with the steam filling the room was making you dizzy. your eyes fluttered shut in pleasure, keeping your rhythm, gagging around him as you tried to take him deeper. 

his moans increased in pitch and you knew he was close, teetering at the edge of his release and you stopped, ripping your mouth off of him and putting your hands back at your sides. he whined, a sweet, high pitched noise as you sat back on your calves, a cocky smile sitting on your face as you wiped your lip with your thumb. 

“oh, you’re gonna regret that,” a low chuckle left his lips as he grabbed your wrist, pulling your entire body off the floor with one hand. you smiled, hoping this would happen, knowing all too well what happens when you edge him – what headspace it puts him into. 

“spent the whole fucking night waiting for me just to act like a brat?” he said as you stood up, his voice laced with venom, harsh and stern and so fucking sexy. “you were the one who wanted this, and you’re gonna tease me?” 

he turned you so you faced the massive mirror behind the sink, your hands shooting out to grab the counter, bracing yourself for what comes next. he kicked your ankles apart, spreading your legs, and pushed your chest down on the surface with his right hand wrapped around the back of your neck. 

you moaned, the noise slipping right through your lips, and he chuckled again, the same menacing kick to it. “that’s crazy, i sit you on the counter and make you cum in record time because you’re acting like a bitch in heat, and what do i get?”

“this is all planned then, huh? you acting like a desperate slut so you can get fucked like one?” he lined himself up with your center, quickly pushing in, making your head drop into the sink, a low cry leaving your lips. 

“pick that fucking head up and watch,” he reached for your hair, tugging at your roots, making you moan as he lifted your head to watch him through the mirror. his face is covered in sweat again, the steam from the room combined with the sheer energy it took to make you cum, get edged and bend you over the counter after a full workout. it only pushed you further, your center completely slick, he fucked into you harshly with no resistance, forming a brutal rhythm quick. 

your cries came out one after another, you looked fucked, face sweaty and your half dried hair a knotted wreck. he looked victorious behind you, an evil smile planted on his face as he drilled himself into you, your knees threatening to buckle. 

“too much,” you cried as your legs sagged, forcing yourself to stay upright, using the counter to put your weight on so he could fuck you with ease. 

he laughed instead of slowing down, “you fuckin’ asked for it, baby.”

you didn’t dare look away or let your eyes close as you watched his hand land a harsh slap against your ass, a wicked smile on his face as he watched it ripple under his skin, he loved this just as much as you did – maybe even more. 

you cried out, your head dropping for a moment at the impact before you picked it right back up, keeping your eyes focused on him as his eyebrows furrowed, clearly inching closer to his release. you weren’t far off, the knot in your stomach forming, the angle of him made him hit that spot inside you with each thrust. 

“fuck, i’m close,” he muttered as if on cue, his thrusts staggering, losing their rhythm as he picked up speed. 

“don’t stop,” you huffed out, you couldn’t afford to lose a hand on the counter, your clit begging to be touched. 

yunho knew, of course he knew – he knew you like the back of his hand yet he ignored it, solely focused on his release. a few more thrusts and he was emptying himself inside you, you were so close, right on the edge, your legs wobbling underneath you.

“yunho don’t you dare fucking stop,” you huffed out, your voice hoarse and harsh and he laughed again as his thrusts slowed. you brought a hand down to your core and he was quick to snatch your wrist, leaving you empty and frustrated, a loud whine leaving your mouth. 

“sucks, to be edged, huh?” he asked, holding your wrists behind your back, then planted a kiss to your cheek. 

“we should probably get in the shower now.”

[starry-bi-sky]

Unpleasant Revelations - DPxDC Ficlet Idea for the Stillborn Au

"Have you met my youngest, Damian, Mr. Masters?"

Its only from twenty years of long, hard experience and practice that Vlad doesn't increase the room temperature from 'borderline uncomfortably cool' to 'unbearably hot' the moment Bruce Wayne pulls his youngest and "only" biological son out in front of him.

He puts only in quotations because twelve year old Damian Wayne looks scarily, uncannily like one Daniel Brown. Jack and Maddie's foster son, second victim of their foolishness, and only other halfa in existence. Second only to him.

It's nauseating how similar they look. From the scowl and terrible glare on the young boy's face, to his brown skin -- which was only a few shades lighter than Daniel's, the shape of his nose, and even the strange winged edge of his eyebrow. Something that Vlad has long since come to find endearing on the child he considered a son of his own. The only difference was that Damian had dark, sharp green eyes.

Daniel's eyes were blue. The same glacier shade as his father's, who stood behind Damian with a proud, oafish smile on his visage.

It was infuriating how similar they look. Vlad might not have rapidly swung the room temperature from one extreme to the other, but he can't stop himself from letting the fury burning within his core from slipping out and raising the temperature up a few degrees.

Because it really only meant one thing.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were related.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were brothers.

Standing in front of him, it was clear as day. He can already picture a phantom image of Daniel standing beside Damian, the same scowl written on his face, the same glare carved into his eyes. The only difference being the dark, exhausted circles beneath them that seemed to be permanently painted onto his skin. The only thing missing being the permanent loneliness and vigilance permeating his being like a scar.

This, if revealed, would be enough to ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation. Or, at the very least, darken it quite a bit. The great philanthropist Bruce Wayne with another secret blood child? One related to his youngest? One that had been put into foster care? Seemingly thrown away?

It would be a firestorm.

One that Vlad is not keen on starting.

It would ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation, yes. But it would hurt Daniel in the process -- the harassment he would face alone might just be enough to break that fragile child completely. That was just not something he could allow. Or, even worse, bring him into his biological father's care and custody -- something Vlad was even less willing to allow.

It's not out of kindness to Wayne that Vlad will keep mum about this.

His grip on his champagne flute tightens, just a bit. He's still aware enough of the world around him to not let it shatter in his hands. His plastered, pleasant smile tightens around the corners, and he forces his focus to slide from Damian to Wayne.

"The resemblance is uncanny, Mister Wayne." He says, slanting his smile to the side slyly. Although he's not talking about the resemblance between Wayne and his son. Rage simmers beneath his skin, burning coal and embers in the core of his chest, nestled between his lungs, as he meets the man's eyes.

Wayne swaggles his head proudly, his ditzy smile widening as he squeezes his son's shoulder affectionately. Bastard, Vlad wants to spit.

He breathes in through his nose, and exhales out through his mouth. The champagne in his hand cools, and stops its unusual bubbling.

The Damian boy scoffs under his breath, his mouth still coiled upward into a scowl. With the revelation of his blood relation to Daniel evident, Vlad's not sure if he should find it endearing or not.

He is not Daniel, so he decides that it's just simply irritating. He decides to ignore it.

"And you said he was your only biological son?" He asks, voice lilting and head tilting. He knows its a suspicious question at worst, insulting at best. But considering Wayne's past proclivities, he can hardly call it an unexpected question.

Damian puffs in great offense, face twisting angrily. It reminds him of Daniel when Vlad insisted that he was wrong about something or other, and for a moment his heart swells, fond.

But this is not his child, and so the feeling quickly crashes and burns, simmering back into rage. This was not Daniel -- this was his replacement. A replacement that Wayne was free to keep.

Wayne chuckles, idiotically, as if he'd said some funny joke. Vlad's other hand, the one gripping his cane -- something he's required ever since he was dispatched from the hospital all those lonely years ago -- tightens instead. He grinds his teeth -- him and Jack Fenton would get along like a house on fire, he hates it.

"I can understand why you'd ask that, Mister Masters," Wayne says, squeezing Damian's shoulder again, "but yes, Damian is my only biological son. Although that doesn't mean I don't love my other children any less."

Bastard.

For all his posturing and flouncing about caring for his city and his children, Vlad never would have thought the Prince of Gotham capable of abandoning one of them.

But, well.

They all have their dark secrets.

And what one man throws away, another man picks up. If Bruce Wayne didn't want the treasure child that was Daniel Brown, then Vlad Masters was more than happy to take him instead.

"I see."

[saturnaous]

fucked up. I want to play pool but instead I’m drawing them playing pool. what the fuck.