#they were actually the inspo for this post

[mejaemin]

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orbit - xu minghao

wc: 2.3k summary: minghao, your old friend who hasn’t talked to you in weeks, invites you to choreograph a dance with him, and there’s a feeling rising that neither of you can ignore warnings: fluff, childhood friends to lovers, very very vague angst an: hehe remember when i said i would never post this? guess who got random inspo today and got it done !!!

listen🎧: orbit - the8

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it’s late into the night, and you’re sitting on the floor of the dance studio with your long-term friend, minghao. you met when you were both in your youth, still learning how to dance, which was obviously quite a long time ago, so it’s routine for you both to meet up in the studio every once in a while. dancing together is how your friendship started, after all. it’s been quite a long time since the last time you both even spoke together, way before you became a seasoned choreographer and way before minghao became a popular dance influencer.

you have quite a few takeout boxes full of food laid out on the ground, sharing the variety between one another. it was another late night choreographing together, and though it wasn’t really the healthiest idea, you and he enjoyed it thoroughly.

right now he and you were taking a short break after coming to a roadblock in the dance you were choreographing together. minghao had a producer friend that he often hung out with, and after a night where they were simply messing around in the studio, they created a song minghao had written and sang himself. the moment its sound laid upon your ears, it was magical. it was something he had randomly sent to you after weeks of not messaging one another, but you’re eternally thankful that he did. the song was truly heaven sent, and of course you wasted no time in letting him know. ever in tune with your thoughts, he invited you to your favorite dance studio to help him choreograph it. it wasn’t going to be released anywhere, but he enjoyed it enough to end up recording and sharing it on social media.

you’re still chewing away when minghao sighs, folding up his hoodie and putting it on the floor next to your feet, resting his head on it. “now that i’m thinking about it, we haven’t danced together in a while, have we?” he asks, looking up at you.

“hm, i guess we haven’t. i haven’t seen much of you, actually.” you grab a piece of food with your utensils, lowering it towards his mouth. he takes it gratefully, finishing it before responding.

he hums, “you’re right, i’m sorry about that. i’m happy to be back with you though, especially here, in our zone.”

“true.“ you sit in slightly awkward silence for a few beats before speaking up again. “i really missed this, hao.”

his eyebrow raised and a playful smirk crossed his face. “missed what? dancing with me, or just me?”

you lightly smack his shoulder, giggling softly. despite playing it off like it was simple teasing, he hit the nail right on the head. you really did miss him, to the point that it hurt. “you know what i mean.. now, let’s continue, shall we?”

minghao takes your hand, pulling you up off the floor and to the middle of the practice room. you stand there setting up your speakers while he puts your food to the side. once done, you play his song once again and take his hands.

the choreography you’ve designed together is quite intense, but not in the sense that there’s a lot of strong or aggressive movements. it’s not like that at all, and instead uses movements that hold that same intensity and feeling all while keeping movements minimal and graceful.

when the intro was choreographed, minghao recorded it and sent it to the friend he was working on it with. in response to it, vernon, you learned his name was, replied saying there was “mad tension” with the looking emoji. upon reading it, you both felt extremely bashful at it. there’s no tension anywhere, it’s simply dancing to a song about yearning, but platonically.. right?

since that video was created, you’ve finished nearly the entire thing. the whole song has been at least blocked, and now you’re running through it once again.

now that the song has started and you’ve started, you’re starting to see how minghao’s friend saw tension between the two of you. the lyrics really are something else, and when he sent the audio file to you it had you question who he was talking about. the choreography definitely fits the vibe of the concept he was going for. every move he makes is the perfect mix of forceful and fluid, and you match it perfectly.

you get to the pre chorus, and you finally make contact with him. the whole time you were dancing around each other, envisioning backup dancers who would make it look like there was a crowd you were dancing through, but then as the chorus gets ready to come on you finally touch. each time you do it feels different than it ever has. you’ve danced with minghao many times, but after such a long break you feel a little more antsy every time it happens. it’s almost as if every time his skin touches yours, your body fills with an overwhelming feeling you can’t name to the point where you want to keep him there. in contact with you.

finally, after a few counts staying in the same position, his hand on your cheek, you split. if you had held it any longer, you might not have been able to control your thoughts. after smooth adlibs come through the speaker, you begin to perform the chorus side by side with an almost effortless fluidity. you’re dancing around each other, still exuding a feeling of want, just without touching. it’s easy to put yourself in the mood and almost begin acting as you dance together.

as the outro comes, you are back together, with an ending pose of him holding you almost in a dip. the words end and it follows with you two walking off together, his hand on your lower back as the music fades away. once it ended, you stood there to catch your breath. you knew he was looking at you, you could feel it in your soul, but it was too hard to look at him. there’s something in you that’s too afraid, as if you’ll look at him and your brain will shift, causing something in your friendship to evolve.

“that was good. i think we’re ready to record it now, how do you feel?” he asks, going to step in front of you. you’re finally forced to look him in the eye, and when you do, your brain switches.

the last time you saw the man was when his smile lines weren’t as harsh, and his hair wasn’t a muddy blonde. despite all of this, he’s still the same man you pictured when you wondered, ‘how is my hao doing?’. he’s still the same man who makes your skin tingle every time you touch, just like it did when you both started dancing. if anything, age has only made him more attractive. not only have his looks become seasoned, but so have his skills, in both dancing and singing. he’s grown all the more attractive, and the wait has been worth it, but you decide it’s about time it ends.

“yeah, of course.” you nod, albeit dazedly.

minghao takes a moment to set up a camera in a place that looks good, and you take this time to take a short walk. after stepping out of the studio, you’re met with the night sky. you’d try to act surprised, but your many dance sessions with your best friend always stretched into the late night, and even early morning. a smile crosses your face as you remember the many times during childhood where you’d receive phone calls from each other’s parents inquiring about your whereabouts. never wanting to end the night, you’d always lie about it until one of them came to the studio and got you themselves. you were a little mischievous as a duo, but that’s how some of your best memories were made.

finally, the setup is finished, and you’re able to start the recording. it goes smoothly, both of you performing the choreography in a manner so flawless that it could be finished in one take. once done, minghao hands you a water bottle before sitting down with you to play it back. you’re shoulder to shoulder, leaning close to watch your work through the small screen of the film camera. it looks.. good, almost a little too good. minghao perfectly captured the yearning he speaks of in the lyrics, and you were able to dance with a desirable aura that matched him perfectly. every time you touch, you can see the look in your eyes, and some sort of emotion in his even through the ‘acting’.

once it’s done, he adds you to a group chat with his producer friend and video editor to send a clip of the recording to them both. it only takes a few minutes for the two people to start reacting, raving about the chemistry, but your friend puts his phone down before you can see it in full. you two sit there for a moment, in silence, until you both turn to each other.

“can i tell you something?”

“did you feel it too?”

you both speak up at the same time, and your body heats up in embarrassment. he only smiles, gesturing for you to speak first. you turn to face forward, still keeping close to him, fidgeting with your shoelace while gaining the courage to speak up again.

you draw a deep, shaky breath, “did you get that feeling too..? when we were dancing?”

he’s silent, and your eyes flick over to him for a moment, seeing him in thought. “we work well together,” he starts, a hand reaching over to take hold of yours. he knows you’re nervous, and you’ve always had a habit of picking at your fingers. “it really shows on camera, and i do believe we have a sort of.. chemistry.”

“..is that what you were going to say?” you turn your head to fully look at him, and find that he’s already looking back at you.

he subconsciously reaches out for your hair, beginning to twirl a strand around his fingers. “somewhat.” his eyes trail all over your face, and you could’ve sworn they fell on your lips for a moment before flicking straight back up. “i was going to mention how long it’s been since we’ve done this. or, since we’ve seen or even spoken to each other at all.”

you hum. “it’s been quite a while… i thought you were starting to forget me.”

“i could never.” he immediately shuts the thought down. “i know i haven’t been the best at keeping contact, but i could never leave you behind. truthfully, i’ve missed you a lot. more than i let on.”

“really…?” he’s getting closer, the entire sides of your bodies touching. at your genuinely shocked expression, eyes wide and glossy, his knuckles brush your cheek as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. in all honesty, you have no idea what’s going on anymore. the man you’ve been dreaming of since childhood is occupying your space in a way that has you forgetting how to speak.

“of course.” this time his eyes move slower as he looks at your eyes, from the left to the right, then down to your lips. when he looks back up, he’s looking straight into your eyes, almost as if he’s searching for something. “you’re a really important part of my life,” he says your name, and it has you zoning in on his mouth at the words that come out of it. “i truly do regret how we drifted apart. and for what it’s worth, i did feel it too… that spark. i still miss you, you know.. and if you’re comfortable, i hope to never let you go again..”

he’s leaning closer, your faces getting closer by the second. “please don’t..” your voice is barely above a whisper, the moment too delicate for you to raise your voice any higher. he shakes his head, voice so faint that you can’t hear it. i won’t, he murmurs, and it’s the last thing he says before your eyes flutter shut.

your noses touch first, brushing against each other gently, before your lips finally connect. it’s so soft, so gentle, and he lingers for a moment, as if he’s truly trying to keep this in his memories. when he pulls away, it’s only for a second, looking at you to make sure you’re comfortable, before his fingers hold your chin to bring you back in. he gives you a few quick kisses, getting used to the feeling, before staying there. when you finally pull away, your cheeks are matching his with a deep pink, but it doesn’t feel awkward. you don’t feel like running, or like anything’s been ruined. it feels right, and you’d even go to the length of saying that you feel more complete than you did at the beginning of your meetup.

he wipes the corner of his mouth, “i’m sorry i didn’t ask.”

you shake your head, dismissing his apology as you take his hand. “you don’t have to. you could do it again if you wanted to..”

at your subtle nod to your feelings, he relaxes, leaning back into the wall behind him with a soft smile. “don’t you think we should spend more time with each other first? go on dates, make up for lost time?” his head still rests on the wall, but he turns to look at you.

“that’d be nice.” you hold onto his arm, leaning close enough to rest your head on his shoulder. this amount of skinship is normal between you two and always has been, and the feeling of it hasn’t even changed. it just feels a little more special now, and you know he feels it too. it’s as if you’re finally letting go of the breath you’ve been holding, finally coming back together and becoming what you’ve always wanted to be with one another, whether you knew it or not.

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perm taglist: @chenlezip @coquettejunnie

[notmoreflippingelves]

It's really a shame that I've only really seen Valentina shipped with Prince Alonso or (more occasionally) with Elena. Don't get me wrong, those are nice enough ships. But oh my god, I cannot be the only person who sees that the Shining Light of Paraiso™ goes perfectly in every possible ship I can think of.

[lethal-spaceship]

Dump of a ton of doodles and sketches with au bastards as per usual.

[solidaritygaming-fanblog]

Today has been pretty rough for me. Luckily these little guys choose the perfect day to arrive <3

I love them. They are so cute I love them so much. These are from @tubbytarchia's shop... im actually so happy about them being here. Today has been really rough but I'm feeling better now :)

Also AAAAGGHHH *explodes*

It was so cute I had to put it on my collection of various types of insanity board. The little guys <3<3<3<3<3

[freaky-flawless]

I wanna take the Wild Hearts Crew and make them mine.

[skitskatdacat63]

More matador!Fernando! Ferrari this time :D (I can't help myself.....)

- facial hair

+ closeups

I really wanted the vibe of this Nando pic, I think I did pretty well??

[mishkakagehishka]

Sometimes i scroll thru a bunch of hate comments on an insta post trying to find at least one person saying that all the hate is insane but instead i just feel like i'm the one who's gone mad

[xawkward-ariesx]

Because it hurts

“They’re people?” “They were, until they had all their humanity taken away… All emotions removed.” “Why no emotions?” “Because it hurts.”

She thinks about that sometimes over the years. After everything. After the walls have sealed them universes apart. After she sees the Doctor one last time but only to say goodbye, to tell her that this is the end, that she can never come back. After everyone moves on and carves a space for themselves in this new world that had left a gap just for them.

She thinks about the Doctor stood before a cyberman’s head as he told her, “An old friend of mine. Well, enemy.” She thinks about the way he couldn’t distinguish between the two for a moment. She thinks about the way he’d spilt about old monsters and the world he’d burned to destroy them. She thinks about Sarah-Jane, an old friend he’d never been able to speak of. 

She thinks she understands some of that now. She wonders if he keeps silent about her the way he did Sarah-Jane. Thinks she’d understand that too. She thinks about Sarah-Jane telling her the Doctor had been called home by the Timelords, how she’d never seen him again. She thinks about the way the Doctor never talks about them; talks about the beautiful planet, the trees, the grass and the two suns it used to orbit.

She thinks about the Doctor screaming at the Nestene, trying to bargain with it even after it’s shown itself to be hostile. She thinks about the Doctor and how his pity for the Gelth had made him blind to their intents. She thinks about the way he wears his scars and if she’s one of them now, or if he keeps her hidden away with his memories of people. She wonders if he still lets his pain and his anger fuel his need to save another planet, another people. She wonders if it still burns a hole through his hand the way there’s a burning in the back of her mind.

She thinks she understands him in a way she never could before as she fights to prove him wrong. Words and numbers falling from her lips in a way that reminds her of Jack, remind her of him. Things come to her easier these days, things she’d never understood before when they’d gotten lost in techno babble back before. Before she’d gotten stuck. Before Jack had stayed behind to fix the Earth. Before they’d left him alone, despite their best intentions.

Things slot into place for her now in a way that she doesn’t understand how but comes from the golden, burning place in the back of her mind that she knows shouldn’t exist. Should be locked behind fortified doors. Shouldn’t still be glittering, but hollow and cold. Shouldn’t leak secrets of the universe into her ears. Should leave her clueless and frustrated, grasping at dead ends in a way that’s expected of a girl off a council estate that never finished her A levels. A girl that had followed a stranger to the stars and picked up a few more along the way because she hadn’t understood then; but she’d seen the same lonely shadow in him that she’d felt in herself.

But she understands things now that she shouldn’t. She understands dimensional travel. Understands the cracks in the walls and the scars in the void that never completely heal if you press just right. Understands the physics and theory better than anyone of her time period should, let alone her. Understands why monsters are easier to face than the ones you’ve lost. Understands why there had been locked doors on the TARDIS in the same way she can’t bring herself to decorate the blank room she’s found herself occupying. 

And she wonders if the fire ever burns out for the Doctor in the way the universe feels a little too heavy for her sometimes. She wonders if he sees her in the way she hears his words in her mouth. And the shadows she’d seen him seem heavier in her own eyes these days. She thinks about her mum’s words on that fateful day.

“You even look like him.” “How do you mean? I suppose I do, yeah.” “You've changed so much.” “For the better.”

She thinks about how it had filled her with pride at the time. She thinks about how she’d thought she was fitting into this new world that he’d shown her. How she’d become more than just another nineteen-year-old girl from the Estates. She thinks about how she doesn’t bother to fit into this world. How she doesn’t try to force this world to make space for her where there is none. She thinks about how that sentiment has become even more true in his absence. She does look like him. From the way she carries herself to the way she carries her scars and her secrets, lets them make her someone else.

She thinks about the worlds she’s seen dying as the stars blink out of existence across reality as she fights her way back to him. She thinks about the way she’s let every single one of them harden her when she couldn’t save everyone. She thinks about the nonchalant way the Doctor had spoken of the empty Earth before the sun had swallowed it whole. She thinks she understands how he’d focused on the survival of the species of the planet living amongst the stars instead of fixating on the planet he couldn’t save. She thinks about the lone survivor of a planet with its twin suns and the little blue box that remains its planet’s only reminders of its existence after the universe moved on.

She thinks about all the people they hadn’t been able to save. About how every single one of them had burned deep inside of her, fueling a resolution to do better next time. She thinks about how the first few fires had burned her before she learned how to put up the appropriate armour up. She thinks about the Doctor and his own armour. She wonders what taught him to put walls up between himself and the fires.

But mostly she thinks about the ways the years slip by her unnoticed, despite her mortality and the way she feels as though she’s never getting any closer to what feels just out of reach. And she wonders if it’s the same for him. She wonders if his immortality weighs on him the way her humanity weighs on her. She thinks she understands now the adamant way he’d spoken of humanity and how it hurts, the way there’d been no room for argument. The conviction in his words as a man burned too many times.

[fruityfroggy]

So…..just me testing the waters for posting about my r1999 OCs…..here’s their incantation card descriptions! (As a teaser maybe?)

This post and the format of it were inspired by @authorchia, so ty<3

(6* Star) Lady Clef:

“The night is young, so stay a while, darling. I’ll show you a night to remember.”

Kiss of Smoke (Attack): - "Catch it, before it's gone."

Deals 150% Mental DMG to 2 targets. Gains 1 stack of [The Coveted]. If a target was defeated by the caster in the previous round, this attack steals 1 Moxie from the target.

Melodic Entrance (Attack): - "Each melody envelops tightly."

1-target attack. Deals 200% Mental DMG and gives self a stack of [The Coveted]. If an enemy's HP is below 50%, additionally deals 40% Genesis DMG.

Glorious Closer (Ultimate): - "Let this sparkling bliss end your night, mon cheri."

Mass attack. Deals 700% Mental DMG. Purifies all [Stats Down], [Negative Status], and [Control] statuses from all allies, while dispelling all [Stats Up] and [Positive Status] statuses from all enemies.

[The Coveted]: If [The Coveted] is at 6 stacks, consumes all stacks and casts [Plaything] as an extra-action.

[Plaything]: Drains all Moxie from the enemy with highest amount of Moxie. If 2 enemies have the highest amount of Moxie, the effect goes to the one with highest HP, while inflicting [Bleed] on the other.

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(6* Plant) Verdigris:

- “Hm? Oh, sorry. I didn’t notice you coming in. I lost track of time again…”

Sway With the Brambles (Attack): - "They're just excited to see you."

1*: 1-target attack. Deals 180% Reality DMG.

2*: 1-target debuff. Deals 200% Reality DMG. Inflicts [Seal] and [Failed Prototype] on the target for 2 rounds.

Upkeep (Health): - "Just some maintenance should do the trick."

Mass healing. Restores HP equal to 80% of the caster's attack to all allies. This healing effect gains an additional 40% Critical Rate; An additional 30% Critical Rate is given to a random DPS ally.

Staticize (Ultimate): - "The inanimate can be beautiful too. So don’t be afraid to be one of them. Frozen, unmoving, and motionless."

Mass attack. Deals 400% Reality DMG. If [Plant Fiber] is at 6 or more stacks, consumes 6 stacks and casts either [Sucessful Prototype] or [Fibrous Friend] (depending on circumstances).

[Plant Fiber]: Gain [Plant Fiber] when any team member actively uses a character incantation or when an ally takes an extra action.

[Failed Prototype]: The target’s Critical Resist -25 and is unable to score critical hits.

[Successful Prototype]: Critical Resist +25 and +40% Critical Rate for all allies. [Successful Prototype] is cast when more [Plant Fiber] are obtained from character incantations than extra actions.

[Fibrous Friend]: All DMG from enemy attacks deflect and redirect back onto the enemy team for one round. [Fibrous Friend] is cast when more [Plant Fiber] are obtained from extra actions than incantations.

If you have any questions about them, pls ask! I’ll be happy to post more about their lore if there’s anyone who's interested in learning more:) Okay byeee

[aweina]

my fav writer just deleted all their work + socials …

[eddsworldstuck]

"hey Joker, how's it going? with writing or just, anything."

i blacked out and wrote some of two different chapters for two different acts

[shadebloopnik]

AHDHSHSHS loved your tags on my post about Bruce, the irrational fear about him leaving his own kids is something that didn't even cross my mind :') it's such a sad thought and I love it

Omg thanksss, I only realized it when i read your post, relating that he was probs more devastated now that he had kids. Imagine him doubting himself and Brandy having to constantly reassure him that "No you're a good father, you grew past that, it was different then, you won't abandon them." Aaaaababaahjsjwueu its such good angst potential

[lovinglin]

Repostober Day 3

Posting this now to get it out of the way HEUAJDHFJA This honestly makes me cringe so badly (/lh) but HEY this is my circus and I'm the ringmaster </3

[unproduciblesmackdown]

barely alternate version of that billions 4x12 scene

[blkkizzat]

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18+ Only - Minors DNI Kinks: Boob job, Riding, Edging, Sadism/Darcryphilla, Overstimulation, Double Penetration/Cockwarming A/N: So I am a flop and I went out this weekend and now I have homework to do so I couldn't finish my first Kinktober fic on time but hopefully by this Weds! I did want to post SOMETHING for the 1st day of Kinktober so I hope this suffices! This isn't officially apart of my Kinktober Thrilling Ghouls & Smooth Criminals but will add this to the bottom of the list as a bonus! WK: 2.1k Song Inspo: Monster - Lady Gaga (slightly) Slightly black fem coded but no descriptors

Edit - 11/1: The Trick or Treat Anthology or Halloween Fluff with JJK men is now up as a part 2!

Enjoy!

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Gojo: Tittyfucking

He might be one of the most powerful sorcerers ever and fight curses more terrifying than anything a Hollywood writer can imagine but that doesn’t mean he still isn’t going to scream like a bitch at the tinniest jump scare.  

You watch horror movies with your boyfriend Gojo so he can comfort you but you end up being the one holding on to him.

You suspect at times though he plays it up a bit, just so he can lay his head on your soft tits and rub his face in between them when a “scary part” comes on.

Your suspicions are confirmed when his hands slip up your shirt and pushes up your bra to cup your tits.

“Aw come, on babe let me just play with them a little– they’re like stress balls.” This always results in him somehow convincing you to let him straddle you. Gojo is placing his already-dripping-and-hard cock between your tits even before half the movie is over. “Aw, come on pretty girl, I’m so close! Open up that tight little mouth for me wide like you scream when a scary part comes on.” He groans out as he fucks himself between your soft tiddies. “You mean the way you scream Satoru!?” you retort rolling your eyes.  Clearly you haven't learned much Gojo thinks. Your slick mouth gets you into trouble frequently with him and you are quickly silenced when he reaches back and shoves 3 long fingers in your dripping cunt. Your pussy tightens as his fingers continue to bully themselves deeper thrusting in time with his hips into your breasts. AHHH! SHIIIIIIIT TORU, F-FUCK! “No sweet girl, I mean the way you screamed just now.” Gojo says smugly taking advantage of your scream to bust ropes of his hot seed on your tongue.

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Nanami: Riding

Nanami loves to do things you like to do to make you happy. He even will sit through one of your trashy horror movies without complaint.  

Although he might end up reading a novel or the paper after 15-20 minutes, he will never miss a chance to give you reassuring kisses to the temple or a rub on your lower back whenever you get scared. 

However you can’t watch horror movies with him because you are actually the one always distracted by him.

The way his handsome face looks utterly uninterested in the movie other than an arched brow on occasion but still is still sitting here for you and even makes sure to take care of you is too sexy to you.

So sexy you slowly become less interested in whatever the hell you were watching and more needy for him to pay attention to you. 

This always results with you bouncing in his lap midway through. “What about your monster movie Y/N?” Nanami questions you amused. His voice has an air teasing concern. Your mouth goes slack as drool and moans spill from your lips, you can’t form a reply. You just lean to bury your head into his neck wrapping your arms around him holding on. When you tire yourself like this, Nanami assists in you riding him as his hands grip your soft waist. He brings you up to his tip almost pulling out of you completely before he forcibly drives you further back down onto his dick. You bottom out on him every time your hips come down on his lap, you’re practically screaming at this point. “Nothing more monstrous than Daddy’s cock stretching this tight cunt full, isn't that right doll?” Nanami coos in your ear.

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Toji: Edging 

Yeah you’ve just gotten to the point where you don’t even put on a movie to watch when Toji is over. 

His attention span for it is zero as nothing scares his ass ever so the opening credits aren’t even over before he already has his hand down your pants.

Toji lazily plays with your clit and teases your pussy with his fingers while you try and fail miserably to ignore him enough to watch your movie. 

You pouted at him as you really wanted to watch your favorite horror movie tonight!

However by the 20 minute mark you are now begging him to let you come.  

“Nah, baby see this is the good part.” Toji says, smirking into the back of your neck. Toji has not a single fucking clue what’s happening in the movie he just wants to teach you a lesson.  He sucks on the back of your neck hard enough to leave a mark, making you moan. However, you are still left unsatisfied. Just when you think the burning between your legs will consume you he resumes digging his thick fingers into your guts. Toji knows your insides so well he knows how your pussy feels the moment before your body will release sweet toe-curling-bliss and his hands come to a complete stop again. “Daddy, Puh-leaseee!” You beg with tears in your eyes as you lean your head back to pout at him. You grab the hand in your cunt to try to force him to move again to no avail. “Not a chance, brat. You wanted to watch this shitty ass movie so bad. So we are going to watch the entire fucking thing before I let you come Y/N.” "What are we even watching– " Toji grabs the remote and the overlay pops up. "Oh Alien? Yeah, you picked a long one this time slut, buckle up."

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Choso: Overstimulation

Choso’s edgy emo ass is more than happy to watch horror movies with you. 

However due to his curse abilities, Choso is constantly pointing out the technical feasibility of the movie so much it ruins it for you. 

Don't let it be a slasher movie as Choso is non-stop critiquing “That blood spray pattern isn’t realistic” and “Did you know you could lose up to 40% of your blood?” 

You end up being so annoyed with your forensic encyclopedia boyfriend you grab his face to kiss him in order to stop his ranting.

Choso ends up repentant as the death painter comes to the realization he forgot himself again and ends up spoiling yet another scary movie for you.

Choso hates upsetting his princess so he always ends up trying to make it up to you. Truly, just shutting the hell up and watching the movie would be enough for you. Yet that wasn’t good enough repentance for Choso and as a result you ended up face down on the sofa while he ate you out from the back.  A true munch to the core this man was a messy eater. Tongue, lips, nose all up in your cunt. Slurping, lapping, nibbling– Choso kept his face in your pussy gobbling up your juices like he hadn’t consumed any liquid in days. He once remarked your pussy tasted more refreshing than water. You would wonder when the man even took time for a breath if he didn’t have you squirting to the point of mind numbing overstimulation, your legs shaking and chest heaving. “Keep those hips up Y/N baby, I’m not done apologizing.”   He slaps your ass and is so transfixed by how your pussy dribbles out a lil more squirt he does it again, returning his mouth to your cunt to suck out more fluids.  “FuckFuck I- F-uck… I f-forgive you C-Choso damnit -OH!,” you babbled and came on his tongue again for the umpteenth time that night.  "That's it baby, keep being messy on my face yeah? Let me show that nasty lil slit how sorry I am, 'kay?" Completely pussy drunk Choso sounded deranged. This man was going to completely dehydrate you before the night was over. 

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Geto: Sadism/Darcryphilla 

Geto is probably the easiest one to watch horror movies with by far. He actually is amused by them and how bad they all are.

He will let you lay reclined on him and run his fingers through your hair absentmindedly giving you a scalp massage.

The big problem here though is that your squeals and yelps of fear make his dick throb.

Even better if you get so scared there's tears that start falling. He wont be able to stop his hard dick from straining against the fabric of his pants.

Geto loves to hear you cry out so much that if the movie isn’t scary enough he had been so inclined on occasion to release a relatively harmless, yet gruesome looking, curse to pop up behind the TV. He would wait for a suspenseful part to really give you a fright and start the waterworks.

Although as much as he loves the sound of your cries there’s a sound he loves even more.

“F-Fuck, you hear her princess?” Geto is ruthless when he is pussydrunk and he makes you hold your legs wider for better access as he roughly splits open your cunt in a mating press.  Your pussy is a gooey mess as you cream around him from what has to be the 5th time that night. In your own cockdrunk stupor you wonder how long he has been pumping into you and filling you up now.  Is the movie over?  But you can’t see anything as his long hair and dark robes dangle open around you. You also can’t hear anything except for the obscene squelch of fluids gushing out of your cunt. All you can do is hold your legs and take Geto’s assault on your body until he had his fill of you. “Sugu–” you sobbed in protest but he cut you off. “Shhh, Y/N quiet while she’s talking to me–” He reaches down grabbing your soaked and discarded panties before balling them up. Geto pushed them into your mouth, muffling your cries as thick tears seeped down your face.  “Awe, baby I love you… but I only want to hear from her right now. Shit, this filthy pussy is a real scream queen.”

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Sukuna: Double Penetration/Cockwarming

Yeah he is straight up the worst to watch with. 

He will most definitely ridicule you and make you feel like an idiot when you ask him to watch a scary movie of all things with you. 

“Oh my ditzy lil’ slut wants to see something scary?” No, you remind him you do NOT want to find some random sorcerers just to see just how quickly and in how many different ways his Malevolent Shrine domain could kill someone.

If you pout enough though he eventually relent. On his terms.

Sukuna lets you know if you get what you want, he gets what he wants too.

What does Sukuna want? He wants you double stuffed and dumb on his cocks, of course. Your cunt and your ass are both stretched to their limits from his huge twin cocks in his True Form. Sukuna tells you mockingly long as you kept sitting nice ‘n pretty for him, he would watch the movie with you. “Hmmmrghhhh”, you moan as your eyes roll back into your head and your body trembles. It’s hard to even breathe when you are this full of him. You feel as if his dicks are reaching up into your throat as you choke for air. Winded from just sitting on him, the gravity alone had you cockdrunk on him almost instantly as you felt his four hands everywhere along your body. You gasp out loud when you hear him laugh and the hardy vibrations from his chest travel straight into your pussy. You clench and cream around his cocks. Not even his huge cocks could plug you up enough to keep from dripping a big giant wet spot onto your sofa that he definitely wont be helping you clean up later. “HA! Brat, you see that fucking loser who cried ‘I’ll never leave you’ then his head flew off two seconds later? What a dumbfuck.”  Scary movies were like comedies to The King of Curses.  He slaps your thigh for emphasis. Sukuna is both equally entertained by how stupid the movies humans called 'horror' are as well as you trying to keep from blacking out on his cocks. An hour in, you were doing so well he smirked. “Brat!” Sukuna growled when you didn’t answer him. You were supposed to be watching the fucking movie.  “Come on slut, pay attention" he taps your cheek (lighter than you expect) as you gurgle back in response, completely gone. "Don't cry so hard for me to watch next time brat if y'er gonna tap out like this just from sitting on some cocks.”

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A/N: Reblog or comment and tell me which JJK man you'd watch with. Likes are appreciated as well!

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inspo: prompt three from this post

“Fuck, you turn me on so much.” Bucky groans and throws his head back, breathing ragged.

Your hands stop their work, fingers bloody as you hold the gauze against the wound to his ribs. "What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" you screech, quickly refocusing your thoughts and press harder against the bleeding gash.

"You just, fuck. It's just you." Bucky whines, and you don't know if it is pain or some weird, sick pleasure he is feeling. "You were so hot screamin' at me."

"Jesus Christ, James." you huff, no longer thinking of berating him further for his ridiculous actions in battle. "You... I can't even tell you off now."

Bucky smirks and shifts, grimacing at the pain radiating through his side. "Come here." he holds up his arm and beckons you with two bloody fingers.

"No, I'm not playing into your weird shit, Barnes." You glare at your partner. "You're bleeding, I need to secure the wound."

"I'm gonna be fine. Just come 'ere, baby." the name has your scowl softening.

You hold one hand to his abdomen, keeping pressure as the blood slows, and lean towards him, weight braced on your free arm. "that's my girl." he praises, words breathy.

Bucky slides his hand to the nape of your neck, securing his fingers in your hair. Your faces now inches apart, he lets his eyes slip shut. "I'm gonna to be fine, sweetheart. You worry too much."

"You don't worry enough."

"That's why I've got you. You stress enough for the both of us."

Bucky leans forward and presses his mouth to yours, the kiss slow and sloppy as tries not to move unnecessarily while his body stitches itself back up. His lips move languidly against yours, tongue brushing against your bottom lip in a way that is too casual for the impending doom you have just escaped from. You pull away, the taste of blood on your tongue, and frown at Bucky, his grin lazy and stupid.

"I'm serious. You turn me on so much."