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Picrew Tag Game!

I was tagged by @odeblr to cattify myself using this picrew! Thank you so much, Ezra :)

The blue spots represent the streaks of blue I currently have in my hair! The glasses on my cat self are almost identical to my real ones, so I couldn't not use them :)

I will tag @jongside, @faceglitchsworld, @solaysa, @snoos-tattoos, @seohosincerely, @toxicrevolver, @luvrli, @shadow-of-tea-and-tea, @littlebookworm69, @asoulsreverie and @chronosik only if you want! As always, if you see this and would like to do it too, feel more than welcome!

[cozyfaee]

I cried

[kingsillysmilez]

Lots of icons for some of my pokemon characters

[we-survive-endlessly]

December 2024’s Receiptify!

Tagged by: @toxicrevolver lmao I almost just tagged you in the bottom part like you didn’t tag me in the first place

Hey most of this is pretty accurate. Surprised by Feel The Same and Cocaine Jesus tbh should definitely be 1990’s by Ren and The Code by Nemo

Aaannnyyywho

Tagging: @groovychimera (bestie I know you always just send it to me instead of posting but you’re gonna get tagged no matter what) @sunminshine @dakbees @dkbtho @just-another-stray-kid @sunmisbf @labradorite-princess @kirk-goes-to-gallifrey @ambivartence @bbblackrose @bbaenghee @babytunninjadrac @sheawolfmp3 @topp-dogg @chanxoxyeol @a-moth-to-the-light @the-sunshine-dragon and literally anyone who wants to do it!

Yes I went rogue tagging people. It’s the last one of 2024, fight me.

[ikeprinces-stuff]

Gilbert's route wins for being the route with the biggest skip I gave ever since playing Ikemen prince 😀😀😀

Gil's Romantic CG 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻 :

People : Oh my god, Gilbert looks so soft and cute in this CG!! 😭❤️❤️✨

Me *ignoring Gilbert* : Dang, I want that black dress Emma is wearing 😤😤🖤🖤🖤

[judesmoonbeauty]

What does Gilbert treasure?

My poor poor baby. I’m so glad you made memories and found things to enjoy and genuinely laugh at 🥺🥺😭😭

[t-0ne25]

"You can turn me on with just a touch." — Option B1.3: Obsidian

[Make sure to please read Chapter 25 of Red Lights first, before you continue.]

Reaching for the obsidian, you take a closer look at the deep black colour—utmost darkness that reflects the lights inside the store. You get lost in the sight of it. Heading towards the cash desk, you place the jewellery on top of the surface.

“Good choice,” Lia says, when she puts the necklace into a small paper bag to protect it.

“It’s really pretty,” you reply, while fishing out your wallet and paying for the gemstone. The store owner ignores what she assumes to be a wedding dress, keeping a soft smile on her face.

“Have fun with that one,” Lia adds, before the two of you say your goodbyes and you leave your favourite shop again. You decide to have a quick stop at some fashion store that sells cheap gym wear. Once you’ve got everything you need, you take the underground, waiting for your station of destination.

You know where you’ll find him. Despite still wearing a stupid wedding dress, you enter the gym that you know he still goes to. He used to spend hours on end here when his best friend and you were still a couple. You head towards the dressing room, changing into your athletic outfit and putting your hair into some comfortable style, so it doesn’t disturb you.

Going back into the main room of the gym, you notice the man you’ve been looking for, currently waiting for his turn for bench pressing. He’s deep in his thoughts—until he spots you.

“Y/N,” he says, walking towards you.

“Binnie, hey,” you greet him.

“Are you… back already? Weren’t you supposed to get back to Seoul tomorrow?”

He looks a little startled, seeing you here was the least he expected.

“I quit the show during the finale,” you admit.

Changbin’s eyes widen, “Oh… how come?”

“I didn’t see any use in finishing it if I made the mistake to make the right guy leave,” you confess.

“What do you mean?”

You tilt your head, getting a little closer to him.

“Someone once told me that if I find the right guy, I shouldn’t let him go.”

His mouth falls agape, as he tries to process the words that have just made it past your lips.

“Do you… do you mean…”

“You’ve been the right guy all along, Binnie,” you giggle.

“Wait– God– I–“

Nervousness spreads over your face, “I mean, as long as you still want me.”

“Yeah, fuck, absolutely! Of course.” He starts laughing along then, not quite grasping his luck yet. “How about we get dinner together?”

“Sounds good.”

💻

Changbin picks you up at your place an hour later, giving you the opportunity to change into some clothes that fit for the event. Fortunately, you didn’t run into Hyunjin when you were home for half an hour.

You get inside his car, before Changbin starts driving, bringing the two of you to one of your favourite restaurants. You’re baffled about the fact that he remembered this—you only mentioned it once in some random conversation years ago. But Changbin has wanted to go there with you since then.

The food is immaculate, it always is here. You spend hours talking, truly catching up on everything. Throughout the whole night—it really is pretty late already—he can’t keep his eyes off you. Not when you’re wearing this beautiful black dress, similar to the one he would have chosen for you if he made it to the finale, matching with the stunning jewellery around your neck.

Changbin pays for the food a little later, helping you into your coat before he holds the door open for you. You reach for his hand, fingers getting intertwined, as you walk back towards his car. Since you were the last guests here, no one else is at the parking lot anymore.

Just when he is about to open the car for you, you’re already standing next to him, giving him a soft smile.

“What’s on your mind?”

“Thank you for this evening,” you say.

He turns around, totally forgetting about what he wanted to do, getting near you. Changbin grabs your face, closing the distance between you, when he places a gentle kiss on your lips. You stay like this for a while, before the movements change, increasing in heat and passion. A small whimper makes it past your lips, when he’s kissing you like this. It feels as if you’re floating over the stars that are decorating the night sky right now.

His tongue slips in, pushing away all the thoughts of how complicated this thing between you might get. He’s never cared about it before, he’s always wanted you, so Changbin would be stupid to not give in when you seem to finally feel the same for him.

Grunts are slipping out of his mouth, when he pulls you closer by the waist. You swear he’s gotten even more buff than he used to be a year ago. When you saw him in a tank top at the gym earlier, you feared you were gonna faint at the sight.

“Binnie,” you whisper in between kisses.

“Yeah?”

You look at him with hopeful eyes, “Backseat?”

Unable to form a whole sentence, your plea is quiet but absolutely eager. Changbin smirks, despite the second guesses that are still plaguing him.

“Are you sure? What happens after that?”

“We’re gonna find a solution to be together… I just need you close right now… we can discuss everything else later, yeah?”

“Alright, angel,” is all he says before he opens the door for the both of you. He gets inside first, pulling you into his lap right after it. It’s a full deja-vu again, but without Minho and his manipulative games this time. You’re only Changbin’s right now and hopefully forever.

You’re kissing him again—so passionately, as if he’s your oxygen. His hands are on your hips, keeping you stabilised once you start grinding over his crotch. You’re both so desperate and eager for one another, you can tell by the grunts and whimpers that fill Changbin’s car.

Bringing your hand down to his covered bulge, you start palming him through his pants, gaining a little moan from him. You keep stroking him, as your mouth stays attached to his.

“Can I take these off?” you softly ask between kisses, catching your lower lip between your teeth.

“Please, angel,” he says with a nod.

You start fumbling with his belt then, opening it, before you slide down his pants and underwear at once. You’re impatient and so is he—the heavy pants echoing through the vehicle tell you the exact same.

Changbin is busy pulling your dress upwards, revealing your thighs and panties to him. He sneaks one hand right between your legs, brushing over your pussy. When his fingertips collide with your laces, he feels how drenched you are for him. The mischievous smirk is decorating his pretty face, letting heat creep up to your own.

“Binnie… I need you inside of me,” you tell him.

He hastily nods, before a realisation kicks in, “Fuck– the condoms are in the glove compartment. But I can get up and–“

“I’m fine without one. I’m on birth control,” you interrupt him.

“Okay, angel, that’s more than fine for me, too,” Changbin says.

You pull your panties to the side, before you slide down on his cock. The stretch stings a little in the beginning but Changbin’s reassuring words help you to get used to the sensation. Once the feeling turns into pleasure, you start working yourself up and down on his cock, making the both of you feel good.

The windows inside his car become foggy quite soon, while you turn him—and yourself—into a moaning mess underneath you. You catch his lips in a heated kiss, as you keep bouncing on his dick, driving the two of you closer to your highs. Changbin’s hand wanders to where your bodies meet, when he finds your clit with two of his fingers, drawing circles around it.

The pleasure increases, you’re sure it won’t take the both of you that long until you reach your orgasms. And when Changbin grabs you by the chin, bringing your face closer to his own to kiss you again, you trip over the edge, letting the feeling fully take over you. Ecstasy takes over your body, when you keep riding him.

“You’re so good for me, angel,” Changbin whispers.

Your movements don’t stop, when your pussy walls clench around him. You beg him to not pull out and he does exactly that, when he cums deep inside of you, his juices seeping into your cunt, mixing together with your own liquids.

The two of you stay in this position, once Changbin comes down from his high. You start lazily making out with him, giggling in between kisses.

“Please get up, angel, so I can get the both of us cleaned, hm?”

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[matchasilver]

Yves x Gilbert fic idea~

TW: sex work mention, master x slave, kidnapping, bondage, dubcon

Yves looked like a princess courtesan who never had to sully his dainty form. Kidnapped by Gil, his singing is what drew in the customers. They paid Gil thousands to be glared at by the ice flower of the kingdom...

No one dared ask to what the golden shackle around his dainty foot tied him. Its chain reached into the gauzy curtains behind him, where, at times, a glimmering red eye shown through.

[yandere-romanticaa]

He is so YUMMY and SCRUMPTIOUS 🥰😩

[serendipminie]

Picrew Tag Game!

I was tagged on my writing blog, but I wanted to do this with my other mutuals too!

Make yourself as a worm!

Here's mine:

I'll tag @224-12, @asoulsreverie, @faceglitchsworld, @solaysa, @jongside, @seohosincerely, @thirdslowdancer, @toxicrevolver and anybody else who sees this post and wants to do it!

[cozyfaee]

FROM A FREE GACHA TICKET??????????? THIS IS THE LUCKIEST I'VE BEEN EVER

[kingsillysmilez]

I love them so muchh

[we-survive-endlessly]

Tagged by @toxicrevolver to do this character headcannon generator!

Tagging: @groovychimera @thehuns-bubble-tea @the-sunshine-dragon and anyone else that wants to!

[toxicrevolver]

I'm sorry I had to delete the other photos I posted of El Capitxn :(

people no like it

It’s okay!! I’m not upset by it or anything. I saw that people were assholes about the whole thing which was ridiculous. People blew that way out proportion. You did nothing wrong bestie. I just wish there were more posts about El Capitxn’s current stuff. I’m in his legal name tag and it’s most just the episode of suchwita he was on and stuff from History. And of course stuff from the D-Day concerts. Besides that it’s just like an info post and the couple of pics I reblogged that weren’t the ones you posted.

Side note - I just learned he was in an actual kpop group. Didn’t know that. That’s kinda dope. Him and Yoongi are oddly similar so I see why they get along.

ALSO - it’s ridiculous that you got dragged for the El Capitxn posts but it’s fine to post Jin/other BTS members. I understand he’s part of BTS, but El Capitxn is Yoongi’s long time friend too. Especially given the comment pointing out it’s a Yoongi centric blog. Yoongi adores and cherishes his friends from what we know. They’re all a part of his life which should be allowed on a Yoongi blog. But people be stupid and childish.

Anywho. I got on a rant about people being idiots. Just to reassure tho. I’m not mad that you posted and then took down the pics. I understand why. You’re gucci bestie. I just feel bad that you got attacked for posting on YOUR BLOG.

[eringobragh420]

🖤 Pairing: Damian Priest x f!Reader 🖤 Summary: Damian shares one of his darker fantasies, and his girlfriend is 100% up to the challenge. 🛑 Warnings: NSFW. Somnophilia (the interest in having sex with a sleeping person [in this case, NOT rape, consent is given]) oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p in v, cum. 18+ 🖤 Notes: Spanish translations are at the end of the story. I do not speak Spanish, so if anything is incorrect, please let me know and I'll fix it! 🖤 Taglist: @eddiesrockstargirlfriend. If you'd like to be added, please click here! 🖤 Requested By: @wrestlinginme Hope you enjoy! 🖤 MASTERLIST

He’s had his hand on his dick for the last thirty minutes, leisurely stroking, not even half-hard yet, but he’ll get there. Lying on his side, he watches her silhouette in the darkness, breathing softly, muscles randomly twitching as she falls further and further into the land of sleep. His head is propped on his fist, dark eyes roaming her form from her hair spread out on his pillow to her jawline, shoulder, bicep, and the irresistible dip of her waist that leads to the curve of her hip. The sheet, tucked under her arm, is concealing a smokeshow of a body he knows to be mostly nude, save for a tiny pair of panties, and he has no idea why it’s taken him so long to get here. A soft snore from the beautiful woman beside him, and he no longer cares.

Gently, he relocates the hand from his bulging boxer briefs to her hip where he applies gradual pressure as his palm passes along the skin just below her belly button. She rolls in his direction, settling on her back just as he hoped she would. He kisses her neck, mouths her ear, paying close attention to the hot spot behind it. She smells so sweet, so fresh. He buries his face in her hair for a long moment, simply inhaling and exhaling. Inhaling and exhaling. He pinches the sheet between thumb and forefinger and inches the soft cotton down below her breasts. His cock spasms while watching her nipples turn to tiny pebbles upon exposure to the cold air, and he can’t help but lean forward and take the one nearest to him into his mouth. He eyes her closely, on the lookout for any indication she could be waking up. Finding none, he becomes bolder and twists his tongue around the nipple, sucking ever so gingerly. He looks up again—still no response from her.

What is it about touching a sleeping woman? Is it the power? The helplessness of the small female beside him? Or does he maybe want to feel like she’s his property? He doesn’t know. It’s been a fantasy for years, ever since he saw some guy sleep assault a girl on a porn site, but he’s never been comfortable enough with a woman to tell her about it, let alone ask for her explicit consent to touch her while she slumbers. But this girl’s different. After she told him she thought maybe she wanted to rim him—and he picked his fucking jaw up off the floor while adjusting himself at the same time—he let her in on one of his darker fantasies: his desire to fuck a woman while she’s essentially unconscious. To his utter surprise, she’d jumped at the idea, and after unequivocally granting him blanket permission to do whatever he wanted with her while she slept—adding, “I’m not sure how much you’ll really accomplish before I wake up,” and Damian instantly, mentally, accepted the challenge—she took it a couple steps further. He could do it whenever he wanted—she didn’t want him asking for authorization beforehand, she didn’t even want him to mention it after they ended their discussion. Aside from that, she’d taken the opportunity to remind him—with eyes the shade of obsidian—that she sometimes takes muscle relaxers.

She’d been sore all evening from spending the day at development, hinting every few minutes or so how much she’d love a back or a foot rub, or maybe he could massage her thighs? He’d feigned soreness as well, particularly his hands from weightlifting, and she scoffed her way across the living room and into the bathroom, Damian’s eyes following until he could no longer see her. A moment later, he heard the sound of a pill bottle, and a smirk grew on his lips. He could handle her anger for now because he knew exactly where the night was headed, and the pretty little thing gulping down two Flexeril had no fucking idea.

He reaches for her other breast as he continues to suck, softly rolling the nipple along the pads of his fingers. Her eyebrow flutters, causing him to reluctantly back off, though not completely. Testing the waters once more, he cups a breast and squeezes, his hips humping against her leg accordingly. She remains inanimate, and his smile is wolfish as he moves down her body, taking the sheet with him—kissing over her ribcage, licking at her belly button. He rises to his hands and knees, eyes focused on her serene features. Every move he makes now is calculated, deliberate. He hooks his thumbs under her panties, discreetly pulling them down her legs. A tiny wad of lace in the palm of his hand, he presses his nose inside and sucks through his nostrils, filling his senses with her primal fragrance. He tosses the material over his shoulder before maneuvering himself between her legs, stretching his long body behind him, and the bare lips before him are glistening.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers, leering at his meal while skillfully arranging her legs over his broad shoulders. Her skin is like satin against his cheek as he grazes the stubble along her inner thigh. The closer he gets to her pussy, the more he smells her arousal, and his eyes roll back as he inhales until his lungs threaten to burst, much like his cock is promising to bust through his underwear, maybe even the mattress. 

His tongue swipes across her bare, slippery lips, the flavor of her washing over his tongue, and his entire body jerks—in the space of a millisecond, he lunges forward to devour the best pussy he’s ever tasted, realizes his mistake, and successfully restrains himself, all of which results in a strong twitch. He stills, eyes rising haltingly, certain he would find her staring down at him. She’s blissfully comatose, breathing softly. Damian lets out a breath he doesn't realize he’s been holding.

He kisses her thighs, returning his attention to the masterpiece before him. His long tongue bypasses her lips, that familiar tang coating his taste buds once more. He focuses on the nub at the top of her clit, sliding down with the underside of his tongue, repeating the action several times before abandoning the licking for sucking. He pulls her ass closer to him, his mouth covering her entire pussy as he trades the sucking for licking again. He dips the tip of his tongue inside her, groaning as he laps at the source of her juices. Her hips roll against his mouth, and his eyes rise to watch her turn her head, moan so softly he’s not sure he heard it all, and there’s a brief smile on her lips before it disappears, she stills, and her breathing falls into an even pattern. Suddenly, a wave of her essence falls across his tongue, and he’s positive it’s cum, and he can’t do this anymore.

He unleashes himself from his underwear as he climbs into a kneeling position between this ethereal, vulnerable woman’s legs. He massages the spongy head of his cock along her drenched slit, head falling back, eyes closing. After a long moment, he returns his attention to her, guiding his dick carefully inside her. He expects her to wake at some point, now that he’s changed course from simply eating her out to having to fuck her out, but he has to know how far he can get before her beautiful eyes flutter open.

He can’t remember a time—after the first several times—he’s had to inch himself so slowly inside the tightest, wettest heat he’s ever felt. Christ, is he fucking dying? This is surely what hell must be like. Never being able to fully submerge himself inside a pussy ever again? Certainly sounds like damnation to him. Feeling a hand on his knee, his eyes open—when did they even close?—and her eyes are moving behind their lids. He pushes himself further inside her, and her hips lift, and he slides into place like a fucking puzzle piece.

“Fuck,” Damian whispers, cutting off a roar beckoning from deep in his chest. Her jaw drops and she sucks in a breath, eyelids trembling as they lazily open. Both her hands are on his knees now, squeezing them below her thighs as he holds them up with his own.

“Papí,” she breathes.

Damian’s cock twitches, his grin ravenous, and he hunches over to press his lips to her ear. Moments like this, he wishes he was shorter so they lined up a little better, but the thought is fleeting and unimportant. “Si, mi vida,” he rumbles. “I got all the way inside your cunt before you even woke up.”

“Christ,” she respires, nails scraping up his thighs, tickling his sides. She clutches his face with soft hands and pushes him away enough so their eyes can meet. Hers are wide now, brows knitted together. “I’m so fucking wet,” she all but sobs, “and you’re inside me, and I don’t know how any of it happened.”

Damian presses his lips to hers. She’s slow to react, and the lackadaisical way her lips and tongue massage along his is enough to make him come undone. “My mouth, baby girl,” he tells her. She blinks slowly up at him. “I ate that pussy.” She groans, arching her back, pressing her nipples to his chest, and there really isn’t much in the world he loves more than feeling those little pellets against his skin. “And you came all over my tongue.”

“Mmm,” she mumbles, ending with a soft giggle. “You love it when I cum on your tongue.” Damian’s eyes narrow as he watches her—how awake is she really?

“Mhmmm,” he agrees, nodding. “So I had to fuck you, whether I woke you up or not.” He thrusts, both of them sharing a moan.

She nods. “You feel so good.” She stretches her arms under her pillow, luring her boyfriend’s eyes to her breasts once more. “God, I’m so full.”

“Tell me what you want,” Damian says.

She nods again. “Please fuck me, Papí.”

Damian sits up on his knees and grabs hold of her legs. Gripping the undersides of her thighs, he spreads them so he can watch his cock as he pulls it out. The goddamn thing glistens in the moonlight, and he shoves it back in her pussy only to pull it out again so he can admire his artwork. She bites her lip, eyes closed. Her tits are bouncing now, and he isn’t going to last, because she’s the sexiest thing he’s ever seen, and sometimes, like right now, he can’t believe she even chose him in the first place.

It only takes a few more pumps, and he pulls out, stroking himself until he shoots load after load of cum onto her stomach, a few shots landing on her left breast. A satisfied sigh escapes her lips as she reaches down to dip her fingers in a pool of his cum, and Damian watches with hooded eyes as he catches his breath, and she brings those soaking fingers to her mouth. She sucks them behind her lips, keen on swallowing everything she can.

Damian collapses on the bed next to her, a pleased smile splitting his lips. She rolls over, tucking herself into his side, leg wrapping around his. 

“Was it everything you hoped for?” she mumbles.

Damian’s arm comes around her, his hand settling on her hip. “It always is, corazón,” he says, kissing the top of her head. “It always is.”

🎀 Papí - Daddy 🎀 Si, mi vida - Yes, my life 🎀 Corazón - Sweetheart