#i need to stop thinking about him but i CANT he is so!!!!!!!!!!

[starboye]

imagine olderbf!simon who cant stop marking you for some reason, he always finds himself absently mindly giving you a hickey for no reason, but he loves watching you complain about how you cant go to work tomorrow with these on you

and he's obviously so sorry that he brings you back into his lap and gives you a few hickeys on your chest "see there love, now no one can see 'em" but just your chest isn't enough, he needs them everywhere

he doesn't know why he does it, he just likes knowing his hickeys are sort of a tag, making you his forever and ever, he really loves seeing your coworkers heads turn seeing hints of his marks on your neck

and especially those coworkers that flirt with you (if it was up to him he's rather break the guys neck for even thinking of you sexually but i guess hickeys will have to do for now since according to you it's illegal to do that)

[rodolfoparras]

18+ MINORS DNI 18+

Thinking about helping your frat bro sober up after having gotten black out drunk, something that starts off as a kind gesture - a way to ensure he’ll make it to his classes in the morning but quickly turns into a crude prank when he jokingly says he’ll piss himself if he drinks anymore water.

Suddenly you’re tipping the water bottle to his lips and trying to figure out how much it’ll take til he actually pisses himself, while also trying to remember if your phone is still in your pocket.

Once again he asks you to stop says he’s about to piss himself but you just ignore him while promoting him to drink what’s left in the bottle, continuously reminding him he won’t be able to attend any classes in the morning if he isn’t sober. You say it all with a shit eating grin on your face as your free hand fishes the phone out of your pants and the man can’t do anything else but comply, eyes half lidded cheeks flushed and eagerly downing whatever’s in the bottle like a man parched.

Suddenly though, there’s an urgent look on his face as he tries to push you away, says he needs to go, to move the fuck out of the way, but you just tell him it’s okay to calm down, smile growing bigger while pressing down the most sensitive parts of his stomach.

There’s a noise of protest, something along the line of stop man- going ah going to piss myself rolling off his lips as his hand frantically tries to push you away from him. But he’s still drunk, limbs still weak, cant find the strength to push you away from him.

You just continue to press down on his stomach, watching his bleary eyes turn wide, puffy wet lips trying to utter protests you no longer can make out.

Slowly but surely a steady stream makes its way down his pants, with the sweet thing looking absolutely horrified but unable to do anything to stop himself from pissing his pants.

So pretty you think to yourself as you lean closer, to the other man, eyes trailing over his tear streaked cheeks down to where he practically sits in his own piss, all while eagerly drinking in the sounds of the whimpers and whines escaping his lips.

The phone that was supposed to be recording the prank long forgotten on the bed, practically falling off the edge as you lean even closer, now just an inch or two away from his face and when you go to speak you can’t help but shame him, fuck dude did you actually piss your pants? You say as if you werent the cause of this, and laugh in his face, even going as far at to flick his wet cock through his pants.

Suddenly he tackles you to bed, face countered in anger and threatening to punch you in the face if you don’t stop laughing at him,but all you can focus on is the way his wet crotch is pressing onto your own, and the way his attempts at keeping you pinned to the mattress is causing him to directly grind down on your cock, and soon enough he realizes it himself, his eyes falling onto the damp spot he’s caused on your pants, hips instantly halting their movements.

Instead of mirroring the horrified look on his face you flash him a shit eating grin as you thrust your hips up into him “Go on,” you say eyes flicking down to his half hard cock pressing against his soaked pants “ I know you want it,”

[moonchild9350]

Before You Go

Summary: you’d give or do anything for your boyfriend, especially if he pouts cutely at you.

Pairing: established relationship Han x fab!reader

Genre: smut-18+ MDNI

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: teasing, masturbation, handjob, oral sex (m & f receiving), clit play, clit slapping, dirty talk, unprotected sex (don't), squirting, creampie, taking nudes, thick cock Han lol

Notes: Jisung's pouts, that's it that's the post. I'd do anything for him if he pouted at me lol

Divider by: @cafekitsune

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Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)

“Babe, lemme fuck you.”

These four words stopped you in your tracks, your head snapping to look at your boyfriend sitting on your bed. You eyed him as he lounged on the bed, his hand placed behind his head as he smirked at you.

“What?” You responded you voiced laced with disbelief.

You were packing your suitcase, preparing for a trip with your girls in three days. You would be gone for one week and your boyfriend Jisung had much to say about it. He’s been nagging you nonstop, saying he’ll miss you and what will he do when you’re gone. Every chance he’ll get he attaches himself to you in some way…not that you cared much.

“Lemme fuck you!” He repeated, this time with a little desperation in his voice.

You stared at him, watching as he squeezed his thighs together, his bulge very much present in the gray sweatpants he was wearing.

Taking a deep breath you said in a sing song voice, “No.”

You walked away to gather more clothes as Jisung whined, his bottom lip jutting out like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

“Well what am I supposed to do about this?” He inquired, gesturing toward the tent in his pants.

“Go jerk off babe…without me,” you added as you noticed his eyes get big and bright as he probably thought of some grand idea to get through this slump.

“You hate me!” Jisung said as you walked out the bedroom, to go grab a snack.

“Whatever you say babe!” you teased as you smirked.

The next two days passed in a similar fashion with Jisung flashing his boba eyes at you and begging for sex, claiming he’s had blue balls for the last two days. You knew the last part to be true, but that just made him more whiny and desperate which you loved.

He tried everything from cooking you a nice dinner to even helping you pack, his little brain thinking you’ll give in and have sex. However, you were steadfast in your task, not budging in your decision.

The afternoon before your departure, you needed to make a quick drugstore run, picking up some last minute supplies. You pressed a chaste kiss to Jisung’s lips, chuckling as he chased after you hoping for more.

“I’ll be back babe!” You said as you shut the door, a little whimper from Jisung reaching your ears last minute. — — Once you were done with your errands, you made your way back to your apartment. You made it in record time, wanting to finish up packing as soon as possible so you could relax.

As you unlocked the door, you heard a low moan, the sound drawn out and laced with frustration. You tossed your keys on the hallway table, kicked off your shoes, and made your way towards the sound.

It seemed to grow louder as you neared your bedroom door. You smirked, knowing exactly what was going on behind the door, the thought causing your pussy to clench.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the door, your eyes zeroing in on your boyfriend laying spread eagle on the bread. His head was tossed back as he rhythmically stroked his cock, lewd wet sounds echoing in the room from the copious amounts of precum that was leaking from his tip.

“Fuck! Y/n, please!” Jisung whined as he canted his hips upwards as he picked up the pace.

You decided to stop his fun, walking over to the bed and slapping his hand away. He let out a loud groan in frustration, his wet eyes snapping to yours.

“Why’d you do that?” He whimpered, his cock twitching pathetically as it lay against his stomach neglected.

“Awww, are you having trouble babe? Hmm?” You teased, rising your eyebrow at him.

Jisung nodded his head, his lip jutting out as he wiggled on the bed. He was so hard it was almost painful, his length seeming to grow with each passing second.

“Answer me babe,” you cooed, crawling onto the bed as you shucked your top off.

Jisung’s eyes widened at the sight of your tits, the flesh all but spilling from your bra.

“Mmm yes baby, need- need your help…please, please,” he whimpered, his words trailing off to a whisper.

You chuckled as you approached him, licking your lips at the sight of his chubby cock.

“Poor baby,” you hummed, as you wrapped your hand around his length.

Jisung let out a hiss as you slowly stroked his shaft, your wrist circling around the head to gather more of the leaking pre cum. With your other hand, you fondled his balls, squeezing them gently as he thrashed around, high pitched moans leaving his lips.

“Mm close baby,” Jisung panted as he thrusted his hips up into your hand as you matched his pace.

“Already?” You smirked as you squeezed his cock causing him to yelp. “Aren’t you just desperate.”

Jisung whimpered as his breathing increased, his words a jumbled mess as he chased his high. You chuckled before leaning down to take him within your mouth. You bobbed your head once, twice, three times before darting your tongue out to press into his slit.

“I’m…I’m coming!” Jisung wailed as he shot ropes of his cum down your throat.

You suckled the head as he came, moaning around his length at the taste. Once he relaxed, his body going limp, you continued to suckle his cock, teasing his slit again and again until he was whimpering from the overstimulation.

He tugged on your hair, attempting to get you to stop, mumbling that it was too much. You released his cock with a pop and licked your lips, grinning at the man below you.

“Help me out babe,” you said as you popped your bra off and rid yourself of your sweatpants and panties.

You laid down and chuckled as Jisung eagerly laid on his belly, grasping your legs in the process. He spread your legs, moaning as he laid eyes on your wet folds, your arousal glistening in the light of the bedroom.

He leaned forward and licked a stripe up your folds and pressed a kiss to your clit. Jisung repeated the action again and again, grasping your legs tighter as you thrashed around.

“Mmm love your pussy,” he mumbled before sucking your swollen clit between his plush lips.

You moaned as he alternated between licking and sucking, his nose pressed flush against your mound as he ate you out like a man starved. You ran your fingers through his hair, grasping some of the strands as you rocked your hips against his tongue.

Jisung relaxed the muscle so you could get off as you pleased, the vibration from his moans sending little shocks through your core.

You were close as he was at your mercy, your belly tightening with each thrust of your hips.

“So close Sungie, so good, lemme just use you,” you said as you grasped his head harder and pulling him further flush against your pussy.

Jisung wrapped his lips around your clit once more before sucking hard, the sudden switch causing you to tip over the edge, your orgasm racking through your body. You continued to ride his face, coated his nose and chin with your arousal.

Once the last ebs of your high faded away, you released your hold on Jisung and tried to focus on your breathing. Jisung sat up with a huge grin on his face, his chin glistening.

He brought his hand to his hardened cock, stroking the length a few times before pinning your legs down to the bed.

“Can I fuck you?” Jisung asked as he looked down at you desperately, his big boba eyes traveling from your tits down to your pussy and then to your face.

You pretended to think for a moment, your eyes on his face. You thought about saying no once more, but you needed him just as much as he needed you. Your pussy clenched around nothing, your slick continually leaking out and dripping down your ass.

Jisung smirked, his eyes trained on your core. He brought a thumb to your clit and gently circled it, biting his lip as wet sounds echoed in the otherwise quiet room.

“Let me fuck you baby,” Jisung cooed as he continued to tease your bundle of nerves. “Your pussy needs me, listen to it, she’s talking to me.”

You whimpered as a wave of pleasure settled in your pelvis, the need to be filled by his thick cock on the forefront of your mind.

You gripped your thighs and held them open as you looked your lover in the eyes.

“Yes, fuck me Sungie,” you said in a sultry voice.

Jisung smiled and pushed the head of his cock through your folds, the flesh parting at the intrusion. He dragged his length from your clit down until the tip caught your entrance.

With a breath, he pushed in, your little hole stretching as it accommodated his length. You moaned at the pressure, loving how he filled you so good, so perfect.

Jisung thrusted his hips slowly, fucking just the tip within your entrance, mesmerized at how you took him so well.

Your walls were warm and wet, the sound your pussy made driving him insane. He needed to be within you and he needed it now. With a powerful thrust, he sheathed himself fully within you, letting out a loud groan as he settled within your thighs.

“Ahh!” You whined at the sudden intrusion, your eyes rolling back as he begin to pummel into you, his balls slapping your ass with each thrust.

You gripped your thighs, his biceps, the sheets, anything you could get ahold of as he fucked you deep and hard, his cock massaging your walls just right.

Jisung adjusted his hips so he could fuck into your sweet spot, sending little waves of pleasure through your core.

“Faster Sungie!” You begged as you took him in, watching as he fell apart above you.

His eyes were trained on his cock, watching as your entrance stretched around it, leaving behind your cream assisting with the glide. He let out a groan as you clenched around him, trying to keep him snug within you.

“Look at this mess baby,” he said as he watched your arousal mixed with your cream drip down your ass, coat the little hairs on his pelvis and your folds.

You groaned as his words, clenching your walls again and again as your pleasure built within. Jisung brought his thumb to your clit and flicked it, his cock twitching at how you responded, your body jerking at the shocks of pleasure he was giving you.

“Don’t stop,” you mumbled so close to your high, the warm feeling slowly spreading throughout your lower region.

“Gonna come? Come for me baby, give it to me,” Jisung growled as he slapped your clit.

You yelped at the sensation as he chuckled. Jisung loved your pussy, worshipped it, would do anything to make it cum, cream his length, and milk him for what it’s worth.

“Damn, im gonna miss this pussy,” Jisung whined.

He was close, your pussy too much for his sensitive cock. He thumbed your clit in earnest, needing you to reach your high so he could fill you up.

You began to pant as your pleasure mounted, coming to a crescendo as Jisung continued to fuck you and finger your clit.

With Jisung’s name on your lips, you let go, squirting your release around his cock. You moaned as you listened to the lewd sounds, so wet and filthy as your arousal dripped onto the sheets.

“That was hot, so hot. Gonna cum, gonna…” with a strangled moan Jisung came, filling you up with his cum until it dripped out of your hole mixed with your slick.

Jisung looked down once more before grabbing his phone off the table.

“What are you doing?” You asked as you watched him search through the device.

He didn’t answer but instead you heard a shutter click as he took photo after photo of your pussy, his cock still buried within your warmth.

“Gotta have something to remember you by while you’re gone,” Jisung said as he tossed his phone to the side.

“And you thought to take photos of my pussy,” you chuckled.

“Mmhmm, I love her just as much as I love you baby,” he said as he withdrew his now softened cock.

“You’re unbelievable,” you said as you waited for him to clean you up.

“Maybe, but you love me!” Jisung shouted from the bathroom.

That you did. And how could you not with that adorable cute face and pout of his.

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[unadulteratedsoulsweets]

A DC X DP IDEA #39

Timeline, which timeline?

Imagine dis…

It is always with the future going to the past, even with the limited time travel fics I see in the DC x DP tags it is always the future going back to the past to prevent something whether it is the end of the timeline or it is when Dan went back in time to ensure his younger self does the same thing to create him.

Flash family members going back in time to prevent another apocalypse, but let me offer you another idea here that involves my favorite tags.

….

Danny finds himself on another time-related mission in courtesy to Clockwork also known lovingly by the gremlin child as CW. At this point, Danny was no longer a stranger to the impromptu missions and errands by CW to fix timelines or to ensure a certain event happens. It happens too frequently to the point it turns Danny into an expert in exploring the past without creating a stray butterfly effect. As he got older, though 16 years old is still not adult whether you came from a related mission Danny.

Danny knows the importance of blending in choosing, rather than stealing, clothes that are time and period-accurate/authentic both in and out of the appearance of the clothing despite irritating his skin. Rather than buying clothes from the modern era aka his timeline he quickly saw how vastly different clothes feel and were created during such time. Danny even took the time by using CW’s medallion to stop time briefly to learn period-specific slang and mannerisms that made him look like he was part of their time.

Danny learning? Something that isn't about space, what’s more, it is about history?

Let’s just say, it was after a particularly embarrassing slip-up during his mission in a Victorian timeline.

As Danny went to more missions he began to understand how delicate time is, how Clockwork gambled with Fate in terms of him despite it was even before he had CW’s time medallion.

…

It was the early 1600s, and it was another time mission by CW to accompany some guy named Samuel Wayne and his wife toward an unnamed part of the US. Sorta became their guide and defacto bodyguard to the couple as CW gave him a brief explanation of how the couple is important in modern times.

As he waved goodbye to the couple that had just settled down to their newly built mansion, just as he was to open a portal home the ground below him began to open like some sort of portal. It wasn’t any portal the Ghost Zone could naturally form. As he fell through the mysterious portal he cant help but sigh a relief as the portal opened below him without any people to witness this.

…

It sent him tumbling across time, as moments later he landed hard on the concrete which after taking a quick feel and looking around the place he concluded to be in his time. It was a fight, between the JL heroes and some guys dressed in white. Not the GIW but scientists if he sees those formulas correctly.  

Before he could even think of going ghost or even turning invisible he was scooped up by a hero that he didn’t much recognize and fled from the fight with him in tow.

Even after the battle he tries to sneak out but for some reason, the entire JL is looking at him, especially Batman.

…

 To understand what on earth Is the JL doing, let’s go back a week prior.

The JL faced multiple threats from both in and out of their home planet so believe me when I say they have seen it all. This time, it is unique, they had heard in the form of vague rumors. Some scientists preach about their knowledge in creating a working time machine without any alien tech or magic to help it power it o, they only needed a sponsor to do it. Of course, all brush them off, after all, all bright minds are either already required by the heroes or by the villains themselves. When they hadn't heard from those wacko's for a while they just thought that those quacks stopped when they noticed nobody was going to take them seriously.

The heroes thought wrong, someone gave those scientists the funding they needed and was able to create a time machine fueled by one of Earth’s most toxic naturally occurring substances known by mankind.

Though the benefactor of the said scientists mysteriously vanished, the scientists on the other hand hired goons to be their bodyguards from anyone who dared to try to steal their work, as goons also cost less than hiring an actual bodyguard. The heroes were only summoned as the substance that was used not only did they have no proper certification but also they were following another lead thus leading some of the JL heroes who are in charge of the case towards the said scientist's headquarters.

They had just pulled the lever to test their machine, fearing for the worst and the thought of a rather large explosion due to the hazard around them started an immediate and forced evacuation as some of the scientists lifted a chair to defend their work, when it suddenly spat out something.

A young man dressed in what looked like a 1600s era of fashion, black hair and blue eyes. Looking bewildered at the sight around him, before anyone could even stop and think at what had just happened they immediately scooped out everyone outside just in time for an explosion to occur.

Of course, the scientists who were rescued are crying at their life’s work being blown up to nothing but ashes.

The rest of the heroes on the other hand are panicking, not only do their machinery work but they manage to pull someone from the past.

At first, they thought that he was just a civilian but when he uttered his name all eyes turned to Batman for help.

…

Danny didn’t like being interrogated while also maintaining his 1600 persona, as much as he would like to geek out to the heroes he still needed to maintain his mask. He didn’t come out to a portal that was made by CW add the fact that the majority of said heroes also saw him come out of that weird portal, so when they asked him for his name he gave them Samuel’s name to throw off them.

Still maintaining his persona, now adding Samuel’s lore to his acting, asked who are they and that he needed to get back his carriage to his now wife to find themselves a home.

Now he is surrounded by the vigilantes mainly from Gotham, with each of them being his bodyguard and his babysitter as Danny tries to exaggerate and be surprised and in awe of practically everything, from the floor to the glass to the food he ate.

As much as he would like to just swallow up the greasy cheeseburger he was given, he needed to gag and be horrified as he remembered the actual food he tasted during the times Samuel and his wife shared their food with him.

He just hopes the Robin with the sword would stop at subtly tell him about how great his linage would be, he barely has time for both the time missions that CW sends him and also his school work he does not want this about his love life in front of a kid.

…

PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

[crimsonbubble]

i cant stop thinking about hongjoong sending you a video of him jerking off in his studio. he makes up some bullshit like he was thinking of you for inspiration and it led to this when in reality he was scrolling through his phone and found videos from last night and he couldn't help but stop and watch a few of them. how was he supposed to just scroll past them? you just looked so fucking tempting in those videos; all spread out for him, needy cunt all on display just for him.

he tried to go back to work, he really did but the image of your thighs shaking around his head as he sucked your swollen clit in his mouth held him hostage. his hands were trembling as he held his phone. his hand squeezed around the base of his cock, his tip flushed and rosy as precum pearled at his tip. he thumbs at his slit, using his precum to lube up his cock as he steadily stroked himself. his pace started methodically but grew uneasy and fast as he fucked his hand.

his moans grew more whiny as he listened to his slicked hand work around his cock. god, he wished his hand was you. he needs to feel your pretty cunt stretch around his cock. he's shameless in the way he fucks his fist, his face flushing as he tries to tune out the constant wet sounds of him stroking his cock when he knows he's supposed to be working. his release is unexpected and sudden. his hips stutter as he fucks himself through his orgasm. he can feel spurts of his release drip down his hand, staining his shirt but he can't seem to find the effort to care right now.

he opens his eyes slowly, nearly doubling over as he surveys the mess he now has to clean. but he can't stop the way his cock twitched as he noticed his phone still recording. he feels his face heat up as he sends you the video before he can find the time to be mortified.

inspo from this twt post

[melliemell]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT.. POCKY GAME WITH THE BSD CAST (preferably Ranpo and Dazai, feel free to add whoever u want!!) MAKE IT ROMANTIC TOO PLZ I CANT GET THIS IDEA OUT OF MY HEAD🙏🙏🙏

LOTS OF LOVE - an anon who lost their glasses

👀👀this... this was too fun to write ohmygod you have no idea

Now you've managed to get me stuck on thoughts of silly little moments with those losers too aaAAAAAA I gotchu nonnie, you ask and I deliver😌

BSD Cast ft. Pocky Game

(Dazai, Ranpo, Fyodor, Chuuya; high-key suggestive, blame them not me)

Dazai

“It’s a very delicate procedure.”

“Mmm, big boy business, I see.”

“Shush. Good students listen to their sensei first and give smartass remarks later. Now…” 

 It would be Dazai’s idea, not surprising in the slightest. The thing is, he’d be very convincing about this, all sweet smiles and an offhand remark how cute it’d be ‘cause couples are supposed to do sappy things, duh. An innocent enough suggestion, one you found amusing but nothing to bat an eye about. 

Until you add Dazai’s complete disregard for social norms and he’d be pulling those things out in the most embarrassing, inconvenient places he could think of. Mostly to annoy you, secondly to see how red in the face you’d get if he put you in a compromising situation. And oh boy do those happen often. 

One moment you’d be in the middle of discussing important work matters with Atsushi, the next Dazai’s sliding up in your personal space, pocky already hanging at his lips. Worst is he’d act as though this is your average activity, batting his lashes all sweetly at you as he waited. If you snap the pocky with your hand instead he’d react as though it was his heart you just crushed, you cruel beauty of his.

It’s all fine though, things considered. So long as he does get his kiss in the end. Behind some privacy this time.

Ranpo

No. Do not engage with this man in a pocky game, he will be an absolute menace about it.

Unlikely to suggest it himself as it means he’d have to share his snacks with you. Could be convinced if informed of the chance of getting free smooches though. But he’d whine about it, probably already munching on the pack you bought as you were explaining the rules to him.

In the case of you managing to save some for the actual thing…

“Yeah, yeah, can you get on with it? I wanna play already.”

Ranpo does not, in fact, play. The moment you get in place, both of you biting onto your respective side, Ranpo all but throws away any and all rule-information you gave. Who needs those? Only losers, that’s who.

He’s already bitten off almost the entirety of the pocky, lips finding yours a second later as his he pulls you in, hands smashing up your cheeks on both sides. You can practinally hear him munching on the chocolate which makes this all the more hilarious. Talk about mixed priorities. 

Second try goes just as the first one; any illusions of a game forgotten as you were pretty sure Ranpo’s impatience wasn’t quite something you were equipt for…

The third and final chance (last pocky, unfortunately he ate the rest) wasn’t really a chance, honestly. Not when you could just push him back on the couch and kiss him stupid as you climbed atop. 

He might get the remaining pocky later. Maybe.

Fyodor

“How charming.”

Would be amused by the whole thing. Unexpectedly easy to convince, and it gets even weirder as he calmly complies with the rules, nodding patiently. Before you know it you’re staring down at each other, one pocky distance between you two.

Not the type to rush into things, letting you get closer to him instead. Expect a lot of raised eyebrows and chaste kisses as you get through the whole pack. Did you think this was a one go thing? Silly you. A happy, satisfied partner is a compliant one, after all. Little things like this cost him nothing, but could bring a smile on your face. Why would he waste an opportunity like that?

Unlikely to push things further… but just as unlikely to stop you from leaving a few more kisses on him. One or two at the edge of his lips. One accidentally finding its way on his jaw. A trail of feathery brushes down his throat and soon he’d be getting the memo pretty well. 

You can’t help it. There’s something about Fyodor’s damned calmness that always leads to this. Maybe it’s the presence of character; something solid and secure before you that always manages to crawl under your skin. You’d be pulling at his shirt and trousers before you know it, pocky game entirely forgotten.

Chuuya

This one’s a trickie.

Chuuya’d be split between wanting to give in to your sillies, but also… why? Why this? Why not go to that nice and fancy restaurant he talked to you about? The one with the molten chocolate cakes; he’d treat you to all the sweets in the world if you’d ask him. 

Embarrassed at first, and trying his best to sneakily pull himself out of the situation. Until you finally manage to corner him, pocky box in hand and a roguish glint in your eyes.

Maybe it was his dignity, or maybe he was playing too much into the tough guy persona. But the moment you sat him down, a winner’s determination written all over your face– oh, no. Hell no, this was on.

Forget about any cute couple moments. Oh nono, it was all narrowed eyes and prolonged stares of intense analysis, each trying to predict the others’ move. One wrong decision, just the slightest distraction and–

Before Chuuya had you round the waist, rolling you suddenly on the bed as a panicked yelp flew from your lips. The absolute ass. And he’d be laughing about it too, looking down at your sprawled form with the goofiest smile, trying to bite into his lower lip to stifle yet another fit. 

“You all good, sweets? Guess ya lost this round.”

And you’d pull him down, your breath ghosting over his widening grin.

“We’ll see about that.”

[jayparked]

20 + 25 with Jay please !

you're not sure what's gotten you so pent up lately, but all you know is that your poor boyfriend has been attempting to soothe you for hours now to no avail.

you don't even know what you're whining about, but words keep spewing from your lips while your jay silently chops up some vegetables for your dinner.

seeing jay's back for so long while you're rambling annoys you to no end. and before you're able to catch yourself, you say, "

jay's knife clatters on the cabinet and he turns to face you, knuckles white as they grip the countertop. "i have been listening, darling. i've been listening all day. but i'm trying to cook so you'll have something in that stomach. you've been whining all day and you need to replenish your strength if you're gonna keep it up. but honestly, honey, do you even know what you're upset about? i've been listening this whole time and none of it is making any sense anymore."

your eyes drop down, shoulders sinking as tears threaten to prick your eyes. "i...i don't know. i'm sorry i don't know why i'm doing this but i cant stop. my useless mouth only knows how to complain lately. i wish there was a way to shut me up."

"oh, i can think of many ways to shut you up right now." jay deadpans. you look up at him quickly, surprised by the flirty tone of his words. you gulp at the sight of him, finally appreciating the way his muscles stretch the fabric of his shirt and the way his sideways smirk has a way of exuding confidence and nonchalance all at the same time.

you nod your head, afraid to open your mouth and risk ruining the moment.

jay turns the stove off before walking around the counter, grabbing your hand and leading you hastily into the bedroom. jay lets go of your hand only to start undressing himself: pulling his pants down and kicking them off his feet. he sits on the edge of the bed, his semi hard cock on full display for you. he gives himself a few experimental pumps before motioning for you to get on your knees. and you do just that without missing a beat.

both of your hands are on his thighs as you lick your lips, eyes unable to look away from the bead of precum glistening on his tip. jay's hands caress your cheeks gently before guiding your lips to his cock.

"open," he commands. again, you do as you're told without hesitation. you're only able to get halfway down his length before you're starting to choke.

"shhh...just a little more..." jay whispers, sighing at the feeling of your warm, wet mouth swallowing him so deliciously. he wipes the tears flowing from your eyes, holding your eye contact as much as he can/ "you can do it, baby. just breathe for me. show me how good that mouth can be."

inhaling sharply through your nose, you relax your jaw and move down until your nose is flush against his pelvis.

"goooood girl," jay groans out his praises for you, "shit you feel so good. now do it again."

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[heartnanase]

scaramouche

i dont know what this is but my love life has been cooking recently so i decided to write again after months (i’ve been left on delivered for 16 minutes so you guys get angst)

“look seriously? don’t be like that— hey! wait! it wasn’t my choice! the fatui? i wanted you to be safe!”

“im getting married. deal with it.” you said while quickly walking, holding onto the sides of your heavy wedding dress, not even 3 minutes into putting on your outfit and you already regret wearing heels. “who? tartaglia huh?” he looked like a fool, you assumed he did at least. getting the courage to look at him was difficult. “it’s ajax.” you coldly say. you could picture his eye roll in your head as he mumbles a “whatever.” all you could do was watch his shadow in the corner of your eye trying to match your pace, while he reached to grab your hand. you angrily turn to him. “no! no just go! its been five years and now i’m just supposed to believe that you suddenly want me again?” all he can do is stare at your teary eyes, all he can do is chuckle. it’s weird, you had no clue why you were crying. was it cause the way he trims his hair now is different? was it cause his voice has changed, it sounds restless; was it cause it’s been so long? or was it because your heart still beats the same for him as it once did years ago. it didn’t matter how you felt anymore, you had a husband. well you will have a husband. so—

“listen okay? i just needed you to be safe” he cuts off your thoughts. scaramouche is nervous, he thinks he’s hiding it well with his smirk but he’s really not. you watch as he awkwardly try and fix his posture and grins at you, shoving his hands in his pocket hoping you didn’t notice his shaky fingers. you couldn’t stay here with him much longer, ajax would be furious. it’s not like you loved ajax, nor did he love you. it was a mutual agreement that your marriage would be perfect considering you and ajax both came from respectable families. however your dad always hated scaramouche, and you wish you listened to your father about how boys like him are pieces of shit. “you don’t get to decide that!”

scaramouche scoffs, “so what? what would that make me if i was the reason you died?” you slowly gulped as you both stood in science. he sighs and continues, “look i love you okay i still do and being away from you was one of the hardest things i’ve done!” you kinda always hoped the break up hurt scaramouche, even if it was just a little bit. you hoped that seeing you with someone else makes him bite his inner cheek. so it makes you feel better about drawing doodles of him. and making playlists dedicated to him. and learning the stupid piano just so you could play his favourite songs. “you have no right… no right to come back into my life!” your lip quivered, “it took me so long to fall asleep without you. do you know how difficult it is to eat with a heavy heart? maybe you didn’t kill me physically but the world stopped spinning the day you left so if you’re trying to come back the moment i’m starting to feel okay i’m not letting you.” of course you still loved him, but he was the reason why you put such restrictions on love. and now you cant even break your own rules, not even for him. scaramouche opens his mouth to speak but a voice calls out for you.

“hey! ajax is looking for you!” a guest you didn’t even know yelled from across the room. you look at scaramouche one more time before walking past him.

[moonshynecybin]

sorry hi this is babynflames lol anyways i cant stop thinking abt this and idk if it has been brought up in the tumblr space bc im not there lol but in case it hasnt so like jorge martin gave his like first interview after winning to david broncano and his team of la revuelta which is this famous kind of like whataver goes goes show broncano does not prepare the interviews and he has at all times on stage with him a dude with a saxophone and a dude that beatboxes and they r on charge of googling things as they came up? anyways b4 they used to do a show on like. cable. but they just started on the public spanish tv on primetime they r huge. and they recorded the interview with martin and 30 mins b4 its supposed to go on they r told they cannot put it out bc martin is doing his first interview with MYSOGINIST PABLO MOTOS AND HIS STUPIS SHOW EL HORMIGUERO. obviously they r pissed off bc they need 2 find smth to do in a rlly short time and theres like these two teens in the public that r FROM MURCIA (PEDRO ACOSTA REPRESENTTTTT) so they interview them bc they r a show and they get a random like 2nd division football player bc they ask on instagram and the team is like. hes injured and funny if u want him. and they make a lot of fun of pablo motos evidently. and then pablo motos on the next day show basically says that they r lying (about what? who knows...) and that they r a bunch of losers paid for by the government which like. well. in the sense that they work for the public tv. yeah. and basically a bunch of other stupid right wing talking points who cares anyway then on the next ep of la revuelta or smth the timeline is. muddled. to me. i wont lie. the teens from murcia r still there? and one of them is like hey. broncano. i have a youtube channel. can i interview you? and he said sure. so he got interviewes by this kid whose internet name is the murican detective. awesome days on spanish tv 👍😎 and im doing good haha im in uni !

SCREAM HEY QUEEN

[gatorbites-imagines]

Urggg I’ve been submitting this ask to multiple blogs for ages with different characters lol. How about the reader faking an orgasm with superboy or green lantern. Is it weird that I find how writers handle that prompt interesting? And when they take the route of the characters telling them to cut that shit out and doubling their efforts it makes me laugh.

Hal Jordan and Conner Kent/Kon-el

Headcanons

Since you didn’t specify which Green Lantern, I chose Hal since I love him very much. Individual headcanons for each won’t be as long as usual, since I wanted to write both.

couldnt find a good gif related to these too, so,,,

Hal Jordan

I think it depends on your guy’s relationship. If you two are a couple who’s been together for a while, Hal would notice one way or another. As a green lantern, Hal has gotten pretty damn good at reading body language, so he clocks you faking after a while.

I can see him huffing and sighing, not out of anger or anything, mainly just for show, before he hikes you into his lap or closer to him as he makes some comment about him not doing it good enough.

Hal would take it as a challenge, as long as you are into it of course. Don’t think you get out of talking about it, because you will. It becomes a bit annoying as pillow talk, but Hal wants feedback and wants to know how you’re doing.

He might even pull this in the middle of doing it, like making you look in his eyes to make you confirm that you’re good. When he gets the confirmation though, Hal doesn’t hold back. Since you felt the need to fake it, Hal feels the need to wring as many out of you as possible, just as payback, or so he says.

It’s no shocker that he’s great with his hands, and that the ring joins the fray at some point. Its just always so fun to catch you off guard with one of his projections, only to make you arch your back and moan about it five seconds after.

It ends up being a bit of an ego boost for Hal, but what else is new.

Conner Kent

I feel like Conner would clock it immediately. Having super senses gives him that advantage. Like hearing your heart does not stutter the same way as it normally does when you orgasm, or that he can’t immediately pick up the scent of your spend.

Depending on how far you guys are in your relationship, Conner would stop and ask. If it’s the very beginning of you two dating, he might not say anything, instead internalizing it and telling himself to try harder next time.

But if you guys are comfortable, Conner would just stop thrusting and look at you before asking if it doesn’t feel good and if you’re not up for it.

Conner would feel so bad if you felt like you had to sleep with him, which is why he asks and needs to know. And he’s always liked performing to the best of his abilities, so if he’s doing something you don’t like, he wants to know that too.

If its just one of those situations where you just… cant finish, then he wont feel bad about it either, though there’s a big chance he won’t want to keep going. Most of the fun is that you feel good, so you not enjoying it as much as he is takes the wind out his sails.

If its something he’s doing wrong, like not hitting the right place or grabbing you too tight, whatever, Conner will immediately take it as a challenge to make you see stars one way or another. His secret, not so secret weapon, is giving head, since he has no gag reflex, a very flexible tongue, and can hold his breath for probably hours if he wanted too.

[ants-personal]

see the reason i think randy starts to see benson in a more sympathetic light after sheppard is that well in that moment benson is third grader randy consumed by anger and choosing to lash out at his teacher with violence i think randy isnt stupid maybe when hearing it at first he would believe bensons oh no i just knew someone who was in your class excuse but after seeing how brutal and emotional benson is when beating him

i believe randy knows somethings up course he doesnt exactly know how this teacher hurt him but its clear its something horrible and randy finally has something he can relate to with benson knows how he felt being isolated by his peers his mother to lash out cause your just so frustrated and upset with the person you are and end up being the one hurt again benson is now not just the quiet coworker that snapped randy can easily paint as a violent asshole its starting to make sense what benson meant at the diner the first time

like hes been surviving and adapting to benson all day but after sheppard hes unsure how to proceed clearly benson is trying to hold it together they both know its in a tailspin now he tries to get benson to talk about it so he can help to reach out something no ones done to either of them and benson course shoots him down tries to bury it again but it doesnt work and course miss beard being added to the equation doesnt help

but it does prove to randy and us that there is a huge painful weight in benson he is losing control of his emotions while randy tries to calm him to just get him to leave to relate to him "you don't want this" and benson doesnt but its too late him taking miss beard proves it if he was nothing but a cold blooded killer he would have just killed her but he doesnt he cant partially due to his care for randy and also he doesnt have a reason to adding that she has a kid and ypu get benson making a choice to not be the same type of monster as whoever sheppard was by causing harm to a child that is innocent

and that's part of the reason why randy tells the police he isnt necessary going to hurt snyone cause at this point benson is at his peak unstable but he isnt attacking everyone and everything until they aggravate him hell miss beard isnt even tied up or hit or anything benson threatens with his gun but thats it. Randy knows benson needs to be stop so he can be helped knows he has to be the one to do it be the person who makes the choice the person benson has been pushing him to be

Randy was going to literally tell benson what he did right after he wasnt trying to hide it at that point benson wont kill him hes all benson has and he knows it hes seen it benson is just like him alone except for his ma lost and full of self loathing and if marsha hadnt shown back up and escalated the situation till benson blew up (no hate to marsha he did deserve it for being a fuckin dick) i think randy would try to get benson away from miss beard have them stand in front so he can talk to him to try to get benson to just listen and see he isnt alone anymore and randy doesnt want to lose him but he also cant let benson continue like this if he just surrender himself and if they cant help him and they just want to lock him up then randy will because benson saved him and so now its his turn to save benson

[atomic-bobo]

he's TINY and he can't BREATHE and he was abandonned as a BABY and no one looked for him when he was TAKEN and he was TORTURED and finally CARED ABOUT and now he's back and he is to replace their SON when before he was just a STRAY ANIMAL to them but the paint has washed off his SKIN and he's BLEEDING where they HURT HIM and he LOVES THEM and what does he DO NOW???

[quadrantadvisor]

Thinking about DP x DC Jason Todd being a revenant again. Here's my scenario. Jason gets called that by some ghost. He's like "what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He's heard the term before but he doesn't know any actual lore. He googles it. He scrolls past the Leonardo DiCaprio bear movie. He opens the wiki. Sees the words "animated corpse" and gets a chill diwn his spine. He starts reading the first section.

He closes Wikipedia.

That night he has a nightmare that his family buried him, again, this time with precautions. He wakes up in his own grave, full of stones, too heavy to move, to scream.

[dykedvonte]

I genuinely don't think Curly would be as caring for Jimmy as some people depict him in aus where Jimmy gets stuck and burned rather than Curly.

I feel like the realization would truly hit in that moment of what Jimmy did and how bad it was as Curly desperately tries to get him out of the cockpit. He's trying to break in to save Jimmy, but is he? All the thoughts in his head; Jimmy's trying to kill them all, Jimmy's trapped in the cockpit, Jimmy raped Anya, Jimmy's going to die trapped in the cockpit, Jimmy trying to kill them all because of what he did to Anya, and sort of a final Jimmy did this. Is he trying to save him or trying to figure out why? Trying to finally make him take accountability? You can't hold trial for a dead man. Does he want Jimmy to die? Not really, but it'd be easier than figuring out where they go after this. After they drag him out and get his set up in medical and Jimmy refuses to look at anyone but him.

He's the only one who is truly willing to care for Jimmy. I don't think he's keeping him alive for the same reasons, just he can't bring himself to put him down. He wants answers, he wants to be mad. This is the first time he can talk to Jimmy and not have anything spun back at him but he can't get a response. He's never really been able to but for the first time Jimmy actually has to listen and he'll never know if he's actually listening to him this time. It reminds him too much of not understanding Anya. Anya has to care for him and he doesn't want her too, she shouldn't have to but they can't just let him die, can they? Should they? It's easier than hearing him in pain but that's a reminder he did this... even if Curly allowed it to happen.

No one seems to have thoughts on it but him and Anya. They know the reason he crashed the ship but they don't get the logic. Anya does actually, but Curly has to admit he does to. Has to admit he's always known Jimmy's logic behind things, things that need to be "fixed" but he's always taken responsibility and fixed it himself. The first time he really let Jimmy take responsibility and he couldn't, he can't fix anything and Curly know he can't either. He looks at Jimmy and sees every mistake but now he's wondering how many of Jimmy's he's been tacking on to his own. How different are they?

What should he had done to stop it? Maybe this should've happened to him...

Curly doesn't like those thoughts and how they only come when he's stuck with Jimmy, like he's always done to himself. He's way too gentle when he gives Jimmy his pills, too mindful of teeth that always gave him hollow smiles. A tongue that always told half truths, while he held his own. He holds his jaw too kindly and thinks about all the times he's clenched his and smiled for his friends sake. For Jimmy's sake. Jimmy still swallows the pills and struggles, whines like it's not his fault.

He hoped it hurt.

And he's a little scared that he's a little too okay thinking that.

[pinkeos]

MDNI. this was supposed to be very short but i got a little carried away😭

i can't stop thinking about amab!actor!reader and afab!mr reca practicing bed scenes😮‍💨

cause like you're not necessarily a virgin but it's your first time getting filmed doing the do so you can't help but feel nervous

fear not, though! mr reca, ever the reliable director he is, will help you practice!

he even set up a camera, with your consent, to make it feel as though it's a real shooting session. he promised the recordings won't be published, of course— the videos of you pounding him into oblivion will be for his eyes only

he gets to be fucked by one of his actors he's totally got a thing for and you get to practice, it's a win-win!

he doesn't know why you're nervous when you clearly now your way with fucking someone dumb. he get turned into a ragdoll with how relentless you are, the bed shaking with the force of your movement as you hold him and pull him down to meet your thrusts

the way you snake a hand down to rub his clit in circular motions has his back arching, his ankle hooked over your shoulder as his toes curl. he's supposed to deliver a few lines in between moans like how it was on the script, but his brain's already reduced into a mush that the only thing he can call out is your name and a mantra of ‘more!’

and you can't stop, not when he looks so good and ruined underneath you. as a director, he was in control of the set. but you felt a sense of pleasure at how he's completely under your control whenever you were balls deep inside him

your hand held onto his hip, the other delivering slaps against his clit that has him squirming— a mix of yours and his cum gushing out of the puffy lips of his cunt enveloping your cock

and of course, the camera was capturing everything. from the way you grabbed his jaw to connect your mouths, to the way his eyes rolled back when he came again, and to the way your semen leaked out of him when you pulled out, his thighs twitching

mr reca has a maniacal grin on his face when you moan out his name on the actual filming set instead of the actor's you were doing it with

[zimtlees]

ORELIUS PUPPINGAY JERMA

My little Orel