#someone pls tell me you like this...please...

[comet-forgot-you]

Hi comet! Was wondering if you could write jealous amber who gets upset when reader gets flirted with even though they're not dating and then they fuck or something?? 😭

- 🦅

smut. 18+ pls.

i highkey fw possessiveness can yall tell?

you having a thing for her and she knows it, but neither of you say anything. she doesnt realize that she has a thing for you too. not until you show up to one of her many parties and you look so good. she notices, she always does, but when someone is slinging an arm over your shoulder and asking if you want a drink, she realizes that everyone else can see how good you look too, she doesnt like it.

she doesnt like when people keep making passes at you, offering drinks or suggesting to find somewhere private. she hates it, but she sees the way your eyes always flicker to her when you shut them down, and she loves it.

the moment someone starts getting a little too touchy, she makes her way towards you for the first time that night. she takes your wrist into her hand and tugs at it gently. “c’mon,” she mumbles. theres a protest from the other but neither of you care, you’re stomach pooling with heat as amber pulls you away from them.

her eyes were narrowed, she looked so possessive over you and it turned you on so much. she guides you upstairs, leading you to her room. next thing you know, your back is pressed against the wooden door and her lips are on yours.

“those fucking,” shes too angry to even finish her sentence, her mouth finding your neck to suck deep marks into the skin. “you see the way they were looking at you?” she huffs, her fingers tugging at your clothes. you shiver at her possessive words.

“‘m all yours, amber,” you whisper out. you two werent together, and your statement had her groaning against your neck. her hand makes its way into your underwear, swiping her fingers through your soaked folds. you hiss when she nudges your clit, swallowing thickly.

“yeah, baby?”

“mhmm,” you hum, hips bucking against her fingers.

“yeah, you’re all mine, baby.” she sinks a finger into your entrance, pumping in and out of you at a slow pace.

“fuck,” you drawl out, head falling against the door. she fucks into you, her mouth still attacking your neck, determined to leave as many marks as possible. youre hers, and everyone needs to know it.

“i dont like the way they look at you.” she mumbles.

“they look at me like that because they dont know im yours.”

“youre mine.” her fingers curl inside of you and you whine.

“let them know then.” amber smiles against your neck, pulling away to look you in your eyes.

“yeah? you want them to hear how good i fuck you? you want them to know how good i fuck you? you want them to know that i own this pretty pussy?” you let out a huff of air, squeezing your eyes closed tightly at the thought.

“yeah, fuck, please.”

[luviwon]

do you accept links? i was inspired by a tweet someone claimed for sunoo for the visualization but another sunwon hard thought i always have is one of them overhearing and spying on you with the other before he fucks you next while you're overstimulated and nearly worn out 💔 usually woni, your not-quite-confirmed bf, finger fucking you in the hallway, only caring enough to have checked nobody was in most of the apartment, his horniness taking precedence over caution, kissing you against the nearest door as soon as you get barely 20 steps inside, his hands fondling every inch of you reminiscent of the taxi ride over; the ride he already had his hand covertly tucked between your legs, having shared a low whisper in your ear telling you "it's okay, just focus on being quiet like that. even if you don't finish on my hand, i'll make sure you finish on my cock at home, don't worry." with a voice as sweet and smooth as warm honey. jungwon would then rub his thumbs in circles on your waist before slipping a hand under your skirt, fingers finding new refuge rubbing against the slick covered cunt inside your panties. it was only when you loudly moaned that it would confirm for sunoo, who was in his own room, what was going on. he was in the middle of a game with his headphones on, which is why he didn't hear jungwon call out for anyone else around when you both arrived. sunoo, who was now listening to every mewl that escaped your lips as jungwon fingered you not with just one, but now two fingers against his bedroom door.

jungwon always struck me as a dirty talker, a very flirty and filthy tease, not afraid of asking you the most embarrassing questions right in the middle of easing out the most soul wrenching orgasm out of you as possible. he'd repeatedly ask if you "like it" knowing by every contraction around his fingers that you surely do, knowing that it's hard to respond when all you can do is drool and nod hurriedly only because he stops moving his fingers and stares at you with those piecing eyes until you respond, "is something wrong? are you tapping out here?" he'd ask coyly, because at this point you both know if he stops you'd only be denied another orgasm. that's why all you can do is moan once again when he acknowledges your nods and gives you his signature smile, praising how good you are for him while licking along your neck, his fingers pumping faster, a third intentionally rubbing against your asshole while his thumb harshly pushed against your clit. his tongue still lapping along your neck, he was tasting your sweat and letting you know what he thought of the taste. "so sweet." he says against your skin, barely audible, and you can feel his lips curl into a smile before he licks again, a weak bite more akin to a suckle bringing a brisk sense of pain to the very same spot. you'd have no choice but to cum then, jungwon still fingering you, scissoring inside your cunt while his hand became drenched in your fluids, ignoring attending to his own painfully hard cock but not oblivious to the fact that sunoo was behind this very door, sunoo's hands around his own cock, pumping himself as hard as he shamefully could to the sounds of you getting fingered behind the door, his eyes never looking away, and in moments to come; never missing the way the door handle juggled slightly when jungwon finally took out his fingers and fucked you against the door with his cock instead

i have to make dinner but i'll share my thoughts for the next part after! as a fellow sunwon enthusiast if you have anything to add please do ♥️

first of all, i do accept links so please send anything you wish, my love!!

now, secondly…i’m screaming so loud right now this is the dirtiest fantasy i could ever be introduced to. it’s not a want anymore, it’s a need. i absolutely need my cunt to be ruined by jungwon s fingers, holding onto whatever i can grab, and trying not to pass out already by how skilled he fucks my desperate pussy, drenched and shaking in pleasure, and on the other side, sunoo. we need more confidence baby, just touch yourself in front of us so we can all get off together. maybe they could even take turns, or just taking a hole each.

[chewiiez]

idol au! idol au! idol au fengqing + hualian!

ive been brainrotting on this for a while now — i do love my kpop jpop cpop guys and i wanted to explore these dynamics with xl4 !! (an excuse to watch more time to twice really) so yay let's gaur!!

so basically, xl4 is a famous group X4, shortened form of XI4NLE. a boy group, formed through a survival show.

what is a survival show? no, it's not about wilderness survival – a survival show is trainees competing against each other in order to become part of a sometimes temporary, but otherwise permanent, group! you have performance missions, activity missions, domestic and international voting, all of which determine who stays and who is eliminated. all the trainees dorm together, or maybe if the show has a special theme, the trainees are segregated based on the theme.

anyways, my theme actually came from my fav group's (twice) survival show, sixteen. in sixteen, the ceo of the company chose trainees from his own company and divided them into two categories: major and minor. major are trainees who could be debuted tomorrow if they felt like it. minors are trainees that are talented, but need to compete against majors for a better chance.

so in the X4 survival show, we have the same segregation. from our beloved quartet:

feng xin and xie lian are in the majors.

hua cheng and mu qing are in the minors.

now, let's go over their skills!

after many mental line distributions, song listening sessions, and others, i decided on the perfect skills for the quartet. (IMO)

feng xin: main rapper / lead dancer / lead vocalist / leader. i think feng xin as a rapper would be soooo good omg. spitting bars left and right! i think of him as this ace card that no one really expects from a guy who looks like a cute golden retriever. he also has good stage presence and good leadership, which makes him a well rounded idol. you'd find him on forums of people discussing "underrated idols in the cpop industry!!!"

mu qing: secondary main vocal / main dancer / visual. secondary because his main strength is dance and flexibility, but he has the second highest vocal range of the group!! he's also the visual, because in the actual tgcf fandom everyone talks about how he's so pretty and all, obviously had to include that. mu qing is a sort of enigma to many on the show because off stage he's a blank slate, but on stage his stage presence is so captivating....

xie lian: secondary main dancer / lead rapper / sub vocal / center. i think xie lian is also a very flexible dancer, considering in canon he and mq had similar weapons and cultivation, i wanted to make this connection. now as for rapping, he's really good, but his flow could use a little bit of work! sub vocal because i wanted the canon neck cursed shackle to come into play. AND CENTER! such an important position: he has the most center time in choreo because of his stage presence (note that center time ≠ iconic/hard dance moves. those may be given to mq because he's the main main dancer, and sometimes to xl.)

hua cheng: main vocal / sub rapper / fotg. yess, hua cheng is the main, main vocal of the group! he has the highest range and his voice is perfection!! i also think his flow would be good, so sub rapper. finally, fotg is face of the group, aka a member that you usually think of when you think of the group. i wanted to give this to xl but realized that when people think of tgcf so many think of hc first, so yay, the position is his. that way, everyone has an important position to maintain!

now for some lore:

hua cheng is one of the youngest contestants alongside sqx and hx on the show

feng xin wins the show because he gets the most international and domestic votes from fangirls after a performance of his goes viral

xie lian is in a close second, only 10 votes off 😭

mu qing is eliminated from the show because during one of the performances, the group forcefully gave the high note to him, but he couldn't hit it. however, yushi huang brings him back with her producers choice card.

xie lians family are big investors in the community.

feng xin and mu qing had a longstanding rivalry for the better part of their career, which only ended after the BIG jun wu scandal. (i can talk about this if people are interested.)

feng xin has written the most songs for the group, followed by hua cheng and xie lian tied, and then mu qing.

their reality TV show is called XFOURONLINE!

they debut solo in a weird order: xie lian, feng xin, hua cheng, and mu qing.

they've all gone viral multiple times.

their best charting song to date is probably from an album that took a more mature route.

please do tell me if you're interested in this au because i would love to blabber about the jun wu scandal, dynamics, and subunits, as well as the group image and other things 💖

[ping-ski]

not enough people talk about "dont turn the lights off" ngl. this song + the daycare theme song have been ON LOOP for me. on loop while i draw. on loop while i do chores and cook. on loop while i work. on loop if i need to concentrate on something- no ANYTHING. it's such a comfort to me. this song has a DEATH GRIP on me. WHIMSY UNMATCHED. you don't understand how much this song fuels me to keep creating DCA content for myself ohhh my god.

"lights on" doesn't even compare for me (WHICH OFC i like the song + with the recent release of "best friend" im still giddy)

which, i feel the need to add, this song is pivotal for my motivation to write EBY (wip dca fic im working on rn). like idk i feel invincible when this song plays ig lmao.

[roadunk1ll]

Posting this b4 I start hating it 🙏 (aka the oc-ification of Tim drake), drawing this was so painstaking I took 2 hours on the left side alone 😭 (it’s a panel redraw from Batman: urban legends I believe (I only chose it cause it was the best ref I could find on Pinterest and I’m lazy 🫰)) idk why I decided to do an art style meme when I have no art style but yk girl (gender neutral) things

[skitskatdacat63]

The true old man fucker behavior is simping over historical figures

[losergender]

i will never get why zoe thought it was a good idea to take bianca on the quest

[cbdinodoodlez]

guys i did the funny

i think these two would actually be the best of buds tho and i kinda wanna draw more of them together

idk fox version

original

[callme-aprilroseisha04]

hey my dad found a lost baby bird after a huge storm WHAT DO WE DO????????!?

[sanstropfremir]

i was wondering if you already talked/like the jpop group psychic fever :) idk i feel like you'd like them but if not are there any jpop groups you listen to?

girl i have no clue what is going on with exile tribe i wouldn't even know where to start lmao. i do listen to a few of their units, including psychic fever, but it's mostly ballistik boyz just bc animal is my own personal crack. the occasional jo1 and ini song makes it into my rounds, but i'm mostly a jrock and j...indie? i guess? listener. queen bee and i dont like mondays are two of my mostly listened groups, plus a variety of other artists like taichi mukai, eill, fujii kaze, rung hyang, etc. highly recommend every queen bee song, idlm's black humor and fashion albums, and taichi mukai's the last album. and now im hijacking my own post bc this is now a psa about avu chan's boy group ryugujo!! genuinely fr the only boy group ever actually. highly highly highly recommend literally every song they have and their new ep just dropped last month!

other songs that fucking rip that are not just me linking their entire spotify page:

me linking their entire spotify page anyways:

also highly recommend watching their show 0 year 0 class, bc it is genuinely inspiring and enjoyable to watch someone actually want to teach trainees how to be idols and succeed. and not just how to be idols, but how to be better people as well. k survival shows could never and actually any other survival show could never. flawless 10/10 no notes avu chan i need you to take down the entire survival/audition show industrial complex immediately.

[barbedwirebats]

steddie fan art community!! i have an IDEA and i CANNOT DRAW and i think it should exist if anyone wants to try it out

i’m imagining the scene from Legally Blonde after Elle and Warner break up and he’s driving next to her telling her to get in the car, except it’s Eddie yelling from the van that Steve needs to get in (except maybe instead of a break up, they just had a dumb fight):

Steve is just walking down the sidewalk, huffing and crying.

“Steve, just get in the van!”

“…No.”

“The wind’ll mess up your hair!”

“..ok.”

I linked the original scene for reference.

[virtue-and-beneviolence]

Severance Pay

literally just Hanma getting hard while beating a man to death for 1.9k words (no reader, trust me you don't wanna be in this one anyway)

TW: Dark content?, tragically unproofread, generally violent themes, blood, shuji gets a little worked up lowkey, um shoe humping???thigh riding???kinda???, is that sexual assault? i mean yeah probably, shuji really gets off on the power here etcetc.

Note: yeah sorry about this, but cheers it's time to get drunk now.

Kinda dark content; Consume responsibly.

The end of the work day. The thrill of having a singular task unchecked, a task that you know you can manage with ease - maybe even enjoy. The feeling of saving the best for last.

That’s what was stirring in Hanma’s chest as he sat on a plush velvet stool at the bar of a vacant VIP lounge. He was in relatively high spirits despite the room reeking of desperation and sex and cortisol shed by unhappily wed businessmen taking advantage of the strip club’s menu of women. Dance music reverberated in his chest, rumbling comfortably like thunder before a lightning strike. A familiar message urging patrons to grab their last drink and settle their tabs was broadcast through the establishment with all the professionalism an exhausted bartender could muster. 

The last job of the day was designed especially for him, a special case that Kisaki deemed deserving of Hanma’s special touch. A job that Hanma’s tendency for histrionics and drama couldn’t mess up.

The distant clang of metal slipping and clicking back in place brought Hanma to attention. His lithe muscles pulled taut with anticipation and a loose, sloppy smile of genuine pleasure replaced his neutral countenance and he turned to greet the newcomer, “Ah! I thought I smelled fresh blood!” Hanma joked, letting his cigarette bob lazily around his words. A younger man emerged from the shadow of the entrance way and paled from top to bottom. Hanma could all but hear the dice clatter in his brain, unsure if the gamble of dashing back towards where two huge bouncers stood guard was worth it. “Relax kid,” Hanma’s words lulled like an audible eye roll as he stood to his full height from a velvet stool, “s’a joke. Cool it. Ya made it just in time, Cinderella. Thought maybe you’d lost your faith in good ol’ big brother Toman.” The deep voice was deceptively chipper despite the trademark sarcasm.

Had it been anyone else making small talk in place of a playful greeting, the younger man might have laughed it off, played along, bowed and continued on following the rules of the organization he sought to leave. But the tower standing over him was Hanma Shuji and that tone didn’t match the unrelenting look of anticipation for something that couldn’t be predicted in his eyes. It didn’t match his reputation as-

“The Reaper.” Terror bolted the man’s feet in place. Prey always recognizes a predator. 

“Oh now, now! The Reaper was my father! Please, call me Hanma - No, better, Aniki.” He looked up and exhaled a long smoke laden breath complete with eye contact so oppressive it was sure to strip any delusion the younger man might possibly have about where the power lay. “What’d I say? Relax! I’m only here for your exit interview.” Cue the last long drag of his cigarette, savored for a moment, “And, of course, to administer your severance pay.”

A stuttered breath of relief left the smaller man who finally followed the gestured order to sit across from Hanma. Anticipation built pressure in Shuji’s chest. He was in his element. Luring his prey into a false sense of security with the ease of a master, gently swirling his glass of whiskey and smiling widely when the younger man flinched as Shuji slammed the glass onto the fine wooden table harder than was necessary. Shuji choked down the manic desire to giggle as the proverbial rope of tension began to fray just as he uttered the words, “Shall we begin?”

–

Shuji’s fist repeatedly cracked into the younger man’s face. Hanma watched with delight from where he held his ex-kohai down on the glossy wood of the bar by the throat. Dull, meaty impact made way for wet crackling as Shuji made progress beating the now hardly recognizable face. Teeth were bent in, loose from the repeated abuse, bloodied by trauma and scraping and catching along Shuji’s own unprotected knuckles. When Shuji withdrew his hand, it was red and angry and dripping. A chill of excitement bordering delirium shot down his spine at the thought he couldn’t tell where his victim’s blood stopped and his own began.

The tall man laughed with his whole body at the sputtered attempts of his victim to beg and plead for mercy that Hanma had no intention to grant. At last, teeth spilled like Chicklets over the bar. Blood gushed from severely split lips with every slurred pop of his continued pleas. Finally tired of such repetitive work, Hanma gripped the man by the back of his head, fingers knotted in greasy, sweaty hair, as congealing blood cemented it in place. Hanma admired his handiwork close up. A pool of crimson collected in the man’s mouth and Shuji shook the younger’s head to watch the reflection of himself ripple and distort and pour in messy clotted rivers over swollen, broken lips.

“Spit at me.” He spoke with the tone of a command. It was neither a request, nor an option, but an order.

“N-niki, i-I,” came the gargled response.

“Ah, ah, ah,” He cooed as if to a child, “I didn’t ask.” Hanma gripped his swollen and battered jaw and his mouth split into a sadistic smile as he slammed the man's head down, triggering a gasp turned gagging, choking fit. 

Hanma didn’t flinch when warm clotted fluid spotted his face over and over as the man coughed and sputtered. Thicker splotches ran down his cheeks then his neck to be absorbed by the exorbitantly expensive foreign silk of Shuji’s shirt. He didn’t react at all except to involuntarily roll his eyes back in some twisted relief. A throaty groan escaped him at the obscenity of the comforting ritual of feeling blood on his skin and the strain of someone desperately clinging to life beneath his grip. Shuji’s breathy giggle danced along his victim’s face. “So he can follow orders after all.” Windpipe held tightly with Sin, Punishment landed the final blow before his consciousness failed. 

Hanma made short work of securing the young man to the bolted bar stool. He poured himself another glass of whiskey and stifled a chuckle at it landing in a sticky puddle as he put it down. Calling the man to wake was useless, he got no response until he cracked the back of his hand across the poor fuck’s face. Swollen eyelids split to show a sliver of bloodshot and pinkened eyes. Golden irises and a chiseled face decorated in streaks of slowly scabbing and dusting, darkness met the man. It sounded far away when Shuji spoke, “Stay with me sunshine. You want your severance so badly, ya gotta stay awake for it.” The gangster leaned down further and all but purred in his ear, “Show Aniki how hard you can fight for it, ah?” Two fingers pressed uncomfortably at the top and bottom of each swollen eye and spread the lids higher. “Eyes on me.” Tears cut clean trails through evidence of struggle and battery and diluted the blood in the corners of his eyes. Hiccuped sobs wracked the otherwise limp body worn out from struggling.

Shuji brought a knee to the man’s crotch and leaned more and more weight. Yells turned to screams that pitched higher and higher until Hanma was sure he’d destroy his voice. Beautiful vocals to the soundtrack of agony Hanma played. In this moment he was all powerful, the conductor of a symphony of his creation. God nothing got him off as much as this kind of power. 

He ground his knee deeper. “Grind on it,” he demanded and to his sadistic delight, the man bucked his hips with whatever force he had left, desperate to please his tormentor despite the pain. Hanma wrapped a hand around his throat and smirked, “Humping my knee like a bitch in heat. Fucking pathetic,” He scoffed mockingly, gleeful at having so thoroughly broken his toy. He let it go on until the man’s muscles gave out before he made a show of pulling out two stacks of bills. In salt crusted eyes, he saw it. 

Hope.

Hanma recognized it from countless other fights, other killings. Nothing brought him such elation as the moment his victim found it only to lose it. Hanma eagerly continued his show so that he might soon watch his favorite part. 

With excessive force, Shuji forced his mouth open and ignored the clunk from previous dislocation or worse to shove the currency in his mouth. Watching the muscles of his throat pulsate helplessly around dry bills and retching uselessly satisfied Hanma’s sick need for entertainment enough to finally unstick his whiskey glass from the mess of the bar and savor a long sip. He grabbed the rest of the thick Hibiki whiskey and dumped it on his victim who writhed and let out muffled screams with renewed panic from pain wherever alcohol soaked into still-fresh wounds. He was caught up in the white hot sting to realize Shuji had flicked his lighter on and set the bills sticking out from his mouth. Panic reached a fever pitch when the heat of fire met alcohol sodden lips. 

Shuji has always loved fire. Loved the way flames lick skin urging it to melt away under its intimate touch. Loved the colors. Loved the way it forced jerking, panicked movements from someone all too near it. He shunted a cigarette from his carton, “Can I bug ya for a light?” the cheeky bastard asked as if the man could hear him as he leaned in to catch enough of the flame to start with a delicious drag. He enjoyed the show with his cigarette from a loveseat a few feet away. It’d be a lie to say his dick didn’t kick in his slacks a few times.

He watched until he thought the flames might be burned into his eyes. Kisaki would be annoyed. Hanma’s eye prescription always suffers after he gets to teach a lesson this way. Eventually, Shuji got up and emptied five of six shots in his revolver starting from the legs and ending at the man’s throat. 

On his way out, he casually holds the gun to his own head and flicks the revolver. He pulls the trigger mid step to see if this time he’ll join his victim in hell. But his head remains on his shoulders in one piece after the hammer kicks, so he hands the gun to the bouncer already equipped with a handkerchief, adjusts himself in his pants, and prides himself on a job well done.

–

A few mornings later, Kisaki casually opens the newspaper to find a photo of a generic man in his mid twenties in the obituaries. A kind man, it said, who always gave what he could. A sense of humor that could make anyone laugh. Died on the job, providing for his family. Survived by his wife and their newborn. 

Ye so i posted that, cool.

I'mma tag anyone who acknowledged the post about this yesterday, big apologies if that wasn't actually interest as much as it was you being nice and supporting me and this is not fun for you

@a-nuisance-called-sam @citrusteaa @sin-and-punishment @kisa-rae @bertholdts--butt

lets maybe not acknowledge this happened

[godisdeadiatehim]

Science side of tumblr, pls tell me about neurotoxins

[dyingturn]

Time travel au where at chapter 2, shin gets voted at the main game and wakes up in his highschool body. And he does everything he can to avoid sou to not get involved with the death game.

Alright, to be honest all I know is that shin met sou at his highschool, thought he was student, realized he wasn't. But they somehow became friends, (or he saw midori as a brother figure?).

I just think it would be funny how shin would react just from going back to class, seeing these people he forgot the names of, and studying... again. Of course he wasn't paying attention to that at all, he's confused, he was literally just fighting for his life to make the Joe ai work before he dies and now he's here?? What if this wasn't even real.

Anyways, he walks down to the hallway, and he sees it. A familiar green rat tailed hair, who's just smiling at him. No- he's dead. But...

Sou approaches him with that eerie smile of his and tries to have a small talk. Instead of answering he just ignores him, and when he pesters him long enough he just glares at him, before running off.

I'm thinking this would probably intrigue sou because shin isn't really acting like his past self and is wondering what event led to this drastic personality change and behaviour. And observes him even more. (Imagine if one day, sou actually transfers to the school just to do that, I know he can't but just imagine--)

(Because if he does, he would be able to pry more information from shin and shin would sometimes slip up when agitated/over confident like what happened at the main game, and sou was able to put together that shin either a) knows about asunaro therefore him b) pretty far fetched but time travel or something similar like false memories c) knows about the death game )

I have no clue how to end this, I'm not thinking of this au as a ship but more of a trying to avoid death flag kind of thing. Maybe he achieves avoiding sou and now lives a pretty normal life, hears about the news of Alice going to prison, not his problem but it Is concerning. And then wakes up at the death game, and was like "not again", but surprisingly, his percentage is different now.

Or maybe y'know, he meets or sees the other participants. The whiplash he gets when he sees keiji without his piss hair, sees q-taro in the television, passing by a delinquent looking mishima or something, I have no clue.

That's basically it. I'm sleeping early today, yeyy.

[arlo-venn]

Don't be an eejit who hotboxes their car with a dog inside

I would never. He was in the hotel room.

[powpowhammer]

having one of those days where it's like. did I even GO to college