#from my google docs...

[blueberrybeomgyu]

୨⎯ "delicate" ⎯୧ (kdh)

+*:🍰:*﹤smut, sub!leehan, choking, handjobs / wc: 1.6k / masterlist

✧･ﾟ: *

leehan has this way of loving you that makes you feel heavy, vulnerable, suffocated in the best way possible. with wide, watery eyes, he stares at you like you raise the sun and lower the moon, even now, when you have him pinned against the wall and your hand working his cock rapidly. 

his head is leaning back against the surface, but his glossy eyes are locked on you. you want to shy away from all that adoration, but it's useless – your eyes always fall back on leehan, leaking with every gross, lovesick emotion you could ever feel for another person because you're no better than him.

his hips are meeting you halfway, thrusting into your palm. his neck is flushed and decorated with bruises you sucked into it moments prior, and weak, raspy noises leave it continuously. you lean up to suck more kisses onto it, lick stripes along his adam's apple, and he groans at the feeling. 

you pull away to see the new marks already coloring, shiny with saliva, and you reach up to wipe the area clean. your hand falters on his cock, distracted, and it's like something else is controlling you when your fingers drag across his throat again, feeling at the bump protruding from it. you lightly press on it. 

leehan huffs out a deep breath, and you tear your eyes away from his throat to look back at his face. his eyebrows are furrowed in a silent plea, so you try it again, pressing your thumb against his throat a little harder. you're careful not to actually hurt him, and your breath catches at the way his eyelashes flutter. 

you position your hand so your palm is touching his adams apple, hand wrapped around his throat, and look at him again, check in on him. 

“is this okay?” you ask, voice quiet and gentle. his eyelids are lower now, quivering like he's struggling to keep them open. his nod is short, movements restricted by your hand. he swallows, and you're addicted to the way you can feel his throat constrict and release under your hold. his hands are resting on your hips, so you bring one up and wrap it around your wrist. he lets you guide him easily, body pliant where it's slumped against the wall. 

“will you tap me if you want me to stop?” you ask just loud enough so he can hear you, because you're afraid the air will crumble to pieces around you if you disturb it. he lets out a faint, breathless “okay,” a tiny vibration against your palm that makes your panties wetten.

your fingers squeeze around his throat lightly, just to test the waters, and leehan's eyes flutter shut again. you give him a second to regain himself, and when his eyes open up again, falling onto your own, you wrap your free hand back around his cock.

his breath catches at the feeling, and he lets out a shaky sigh as you start a slow pace. you speed up gradually, and when your pace is back to how it started, rapid and relentless, only stopping every so often to thumb along his tip, you tighten your grasp on his neck, feel the delicate structure in your hold. 

leehan's head knocks back against the wall, pretty eyes squeezing shut and grip on your wrist tightening. you pay close attention to see if he'll tap you, if he needs you to stop, but he doesn't. 

“look at me, hannie.” you whisper. you're not sure he heard you, but after a couple of seconds, his eyelids flutter open. they're lower now, from the force of his creased eyebrows, threatening to close again. it's surprising – leehan is usually the one advocating for eye contact, but he can barely keep his eyes open. it's powerful to strip away the one demand he always gives you, to flip the switch and give it to him instead. you loosen your hold on his throat and rub the head of his dick again, gentler this time, because he's trying to say something. 

“breathe, c-can’t–” he gasps out, hips rocking into your touch desperately. his voice is hoarse, words broken up as you continue stroking his cock, squeezing around it lightly, squeezing around his throat simultaneously, cutting off whatever else he had to say. 

precum is leaking from his tip, spreading along your hand and his shaft, making your strokes messy and smooth. you lean up to speak near his ear. 

“you're so tender like this, with your life in the palm of my hand. d’you like it, hannie?” leehan likes when your voice is soft but teasing, whispering dirty words where only he can hear, so that's what you do.

his response is just a pathetic string of choked-off noises, nails digging into your wrist. he's stunning, but you tell him he looks pathetic, watch as the words settle along his skin. his mouth is hanging open uselessly, drool running down his chin. you attach your lips to his, kissing him roughly, while he pants into your mouth, desperate for the little air he can get. 

he’s trembling, grip sporadic as it tightens and loosens around your wrist. you watch as his eyes roll back into his head. his cock is hot and heavy in your hand, and it twitches right before he's spurting cum all over your palm. you release his throat, using your now free hand to press his hips against the wall as you work him through it. his throat is scratchy, whines breathless as he weakly tries to push your hand away from his overstimulated cock. 

you kiss away stray tears that fell at some point and left streaks behind on his cheeks, rubbing his shoulders soothingly as he catches his breath. he's just as beautiful now, face pink and eyes sparkling with stars in them, and you bask in it, sure that your own eyes are shining with love as well.

✧･ﾟ: *

a/n : a leehan choking fic that literally no one asked for, if you sent an ask i'm working on it sweeties <33 pls lmk if u read this & see any typos

[shorthaltsjester]

Critical Role: 10 Years of Storytelling

Campaign 1, Episode 115, "The Chapter Closes." // Taliesin Jaffe, in "As D&D booms, 'Critical Role' makes its own kind of nerd celebrity" by Sarah Parvini // Campaign 3, Episode 31, "Breaking Point" // On Loving by Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. Sholeh Wolpé // The Legend of Vox Machina at NYCC 2022 // 8-bit Stories // Campaign 1 Wrap-Up // “Without You Without Them” by boygenius // Campaign 2, Episode 141, "Fond Farewells." // Campaign 3: Behind the Set // Letters to Milena by Franz Kafka // Campaign 1, Episode 115, "The Chapter Closes." // Explanation of the final Vex’ahlia playlist by Laura Bailey // Liam's Quest: Full Circle // Backwards by Warsan Shire // Exandria Unlimited: Kymal, Part 2 // Explanation of Fearne’s second playlist by Ashley Johnson // Lighthousekeeping by Jeanette Winterson // San Diego Comic-Con 2023, Critical Role: Fireside Chat & Cast Q&A // Exandria Unlimited Cooldown: Divergence Episode 4 // Campaign 3, Episode 23, "To the Skies." // Explanation of the final Percy playlist by Taliesin Jaffe // "For Good" by Stephen Schwartz // Campaign 3, Episode 91, "True Heroism." // Exandria Unlimited: Calamity, Episode 4, "Fire and Ruin." // Campaign 3, Episode 121, "A New Age Begins."

[lgbtlunaverse]

There's a version of the "don't go grocery shopping while hungry" rule specifically for writers where you should never under any circumstances be allowed to touch your draft within 3 hours of reading a really good story. Because sometimes when you read something great your head goes "fuck this is so much better than my stuff I should make that more like THIS instead!" Look at me. That's the devil talking and you should close the document NOW.

[dr-wormman]

My crusty little white dog

[yeyinde]

posted on twitter originally. but. streetfighterGhost.

he probs does it to escape his home life. but got noticed by a coach at local gym when he was just eighteen. would've went pro easily, but Tommy's debts with a loan shark piled up, leaving him no choice but to fight in an illegal ring. unfortunately, there's no escape when the boss thinks you're worth serious money. and the Ghost brings in a lot.

his only break comes from enlisting. a terrible decision because Tommy's debt soon come with a life sentence when he takes his anger out on the wrong man. to keep his brother out of jail, Simon agrees to fight again, getting roped into it full time. for keeps, this time.

another life of broken bones, bloody knuckles. staged fights. slowly chipping away at a debt that doesn't belong to him. mundane, really. but Simon would be a liar if he said he didn't get a sick thrill from fighting this dirty. no holds barred. anything goes. and he gives it his all.

goes and goes until he's sweaty, dazed. nose broken beyond repair. and leans over the rail to spit out blood, teeth. and happens to catch sight of the prettiest bird he's ever seen in the stands. his bird.

(well. you will be his once he's done with this fight, anyway.)

[t1oui]

awkward jason grace. jason grace who speaks more like a politician than a teenager. jason grace who secretly beats himself up long after he and piper break up not because he wants her back, but because he thinks he's supposed to want her back. jason grace who becomes best friends with nico di angelo. nico who isn't straight. nico whose internalized homophobia reminds jason of himself, even though he's straight.

jason grace who isn't straight. jason grace who might not even be cis, but who is too busy focusing on leo's curls and his smile and his stupid jokes to think too hard about that, at least not right now. jason grace who doesn't understand sex and who doesn't want to. jason grace who is the least cisallohet member of the seven, and who learns to love himself after spending years not knowing how.

[catsoupki]

The first time you had stars in your eyes was in kindergarten. Your eyes latched onto the nitroglycerin-fuelled explosions in the epicentres of his palms, and like a moth to a flame, you don’t let go. Oh wow, your teacher exclaimed, that quirk is destined for greatness Katsuki! You’re destined to be a hero!

While the chemistry of his quirk was still a brain-frying mystery to the then five year old you, nonetheless, what you saw, and what you cared for, were the bolstering balls of greatness. You weren’t the only one either, your classmates all looked on as the splashes of fireworks clustered in his hands. And now you think, what a talent it is to be able to light up the world with the tip of a finger.

Bright and loud crackling accompanied the awe that had inundated the classroom: a precursor, that he was fated for heroics, and this, this is the ticket that’d allow him to toe into a Hero’s world.

That was the first time you had ever seen his blindingly victorious grin— a staple that would continue for the rest of his career. The stars in his palms were fading, the sounds of a dying fire signalling the end of its life.

You were no longer scrunching up your eyes to fight his ferocity. Your classmates all burst into applause and excitement simultaneously. As his palms calmed and settled, smoke emanated from the ashes that had held life, you latched onto him like a moth to a flame. What you saw, and what you cared for, was no longer his dimmed palms, but instead his proud, bolstering grin, fierce— a supernova.

[uhhlifeig]

Locker Room - March 24 - word count: 261 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Remus crossed his arms, leaning in the doorway to the locker room as he waited for Sirius to notice him.

His boyfriend’s jersey was soaked through with sweat, due to the football team’s recent win against Ilvermorny, another private institution.

The rest of the team were celebrating out on the field, but Sirius's hatred of being sweaty always made him go to the locker room early.

“Oh, hey,” he said, finally looking away from his locker. “Sorry, didn’t see you, Moonshine. Are you enjoying the view?” He winked.

“Oh, very much so,” Remus said dryly, mouth twitching upwards despite himself. “It’s amazing to be standing here and watching you put away your sweaty clothes.”

“I bet it is,” Sirius grinned, stepping away from his locker and towards Remus. “Why don’t I make it up to you?”

“And how do you plan on doing that, sweetheart?” Remus asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Like this.” 

And then Sirius pushed their mouths together in what could only be described as an explosion: like a fireworks show going off at the same time, like fifteen dozen rosebuds blooming in unison. 

For some reason, it was more electrifying than their first kiss, most likely due to the adrenaline still pumping through them both.

They felt like one entity, a singular being.

Remus had once read that humans were once two-headed, eight-limbed creatures that were powerful enough for Zeus to fear them, so he split the androgynous beings- leaving them to look for their other half, their soulmate.

He’d never believed in soulmates before Sirius.

He did now.

[deikshen]

Will I be able to beat Google Docs format so I can publish this before tomorrow? Only God knows

Anyway, it's my time to queerify Bingge

Heheheheh

Tag I'll probably add: # content warning: bingge # they still don't have good communication # queer journey # binggegg # lesbians who are sometimes not lesbians due to gender issues # sha hualing the hacker

[studioeisa]

KAEEEE congratulations on 1k omg i can't believe i'm just finding out about this now??? i literally thought u had like 10k ndjdnjd your writing is novel worthy i cant believe you aren't running tumblr already 😔

📱 i would pretty pretty please love to hear more about actor jun if u have any thoughts to spare :3 and congrats again!! here's to many more hehe 🎉🫶🏻💓

high praise coming from one of the best writers on caratblr 😳 and i will always give jun to the world's biggest huihui <3 mwaaa!

📱 boyfriend actor!jun x reader (part one, part two). part of my follower milestone celebration. word count: 676.

Jun has started doing his own stunts.

A part of you knows that your fear is misplaced. He’s training with the legendary Jackie Chan, of all people. Your boyfriend is in capable hands.

Still, you can’t help but worry.

It had always been this way even before he dipped his toes into the action genre. Texts of have you eaten? during long shoots. Encouraging Post-It’s snuck into his coat pocket pre-flight. You worry, and you worry, and you worry, and Jun loves you for it. 

He’ll smile at the texts and force himself to eat something small. He’ll keep the notes in his wallet and reread them when he misses the sound of your voice. He lets you fret over him because you give as much as you get, and he would never say ‘no’ to you.

Even if it can be a bit— overbearing, at times. Jun keeps his eye rolls and scoffs to a minimum as you lather his body in efficascent oils, as you slap pain relief patches on his aching joints. 

“Bit of an overkill, no?” he mumbles. His supposed distaste is betrayed by the way he practically preens when you begin to knead at the knots in his shoulders.

You can only sigh at his attempt to be nonchalant. “My boyfriend is an action star,” you say, your teasing tone edged with admiration. It makes Jun want to swoon. “The least I can do is make sure he’s being taken care of.” 

“You can take care of me other ways.” 

“Shut up.” 

“How about you shut me up by—” 

There’s bickering, and teasing, and your fingers dancing along his sides to get him to laugh, to stop flirting. Jun is bone tired and every part of his body hurts, but he’s never tired of you. Nothing ever hurts when it comes to you. 

Jun can be a hypocrite, though. 

You realize this on an unassuming Saturday evening, a rare weekend where the two of you can just stay in. You’re reading a book by the couch while Jun is absentmindedly scrolling through SNS. When you let out a low, unbidden hiss, he’s immediately snapping to attention. 

“Babe?” he calls, his attention leaving the TikTok on his screen. 

“‘S nothing,” you huff. 

Your boyfriend sets aside his phone and leans forward from the other side of the couch, crowding into your space. “Liar,” he says. “What is it?” 

You extend your hand in response. In the low light of your living room, it’s almost invisible, but Jun doesn’t miss it. The raised, reddish skin on your index finger, put there by the corner of your page. 

“It’s just a paper cut,” you’re saying, but Jun isn’t about to have any of that. 

He’s on his feet before you can complain. “Come back here,” you whine. 

His response of “no!” is muffled as he makes a beeline for the bathroom. He emerges moments later with your First Aid kit, his eyebrows furrowed with genuine concern and determination. 

“Junhui,” you say exasperatedly. 

He doesn’t listen. When has he ever? He kneels at your side and begins to rummage through the kit, mumbling about antiseptics and cotton balls. 

You two could have been done much faster if you didn’t resist him here and there. By the end of it, though, you compromise to a Sanrio adhesive bandage despite the absence of any blood at all. 

“Be more careful next time,” Jun says as he snaps the kit close. He poses the words as a joke, but you can hear the hint of worry in his tone. (He gives as much as he gets.) 

You close the distance to kiss him, and his expression smooths out at the familiar affection. “Overkill,” you tease, murmuring the words against his mouth.

Jun worries. You love him for it. 

At your peck, his lips curl up into a smile that you can almost taste. He doesn’t answer— just grabs your arms and pulls you down on top of him. You go down squealing, and then you’re both laughing until your sides hurt.

It’s the good kind of hurt, though. 

[myballsitchaurghouchie]

so,, dnd au?

DND AU INDEED !!!! I'VE PUT THEM INTO DND !!!!!!!

This is an AU where all the characters are humans in the modern world and their DnD PC is the animal/creature counterpart. Yes I have human designs for all of them in mind no I haven't drawn it yet other than the Bishops yes I also have names for all of them as humans.

Shamura is the Game Master and Goat, Lamb and Yellow cat are the main players. The siblings do come in every now and then but their role in the campaign is different.

Story-wise, the campaign is a continuation of the campaign Shamura and their siblings had going on months prior before it ended. Shamura and their siblings' characters became powerful beings who can now have cults, religions or deals made in their name. Lamb, Goat and Yellow cat are little guys who either made deals with the Bishops or serve one of the Bishops/Crowns.

The Goat is a standard warlock, normal deal made with Shamura, no actual faith in either them or the Purple Crown. The Lamb was a follower of the Red Crown, and upon being resurrected by Narinder, made a deal with him and became a warlock, however their faith vasicllates between a simple deal or being a follower of Narinder as well as the Red Crown. And Yellow cat is a follower of the Green Crown so they are a Paladin but they do NOT gaf about Leshy tbh.

I have an atual story in mind it's like whatever I just prefer drawing everyone hanging out in this setting so you're not gonna hear about it. Anyways yay more funsies for me

Image 1: A drawing of the Goat from the video game Cult Of The Lamb. They are wearing a purple banner-like cloack with open sides, wide pants, and three bells around their neck. They have armored shoulder pads, armor around their legs, and a large armored gauntlet which has a purple eye design on it. Next to them is a rougher drawing of the design, and written "Barbarian, Warlock".

Image 2: A drawing of the Lamb from the video game Cult Of The Lamb. They are wearing a red cloack over a white and darker red dress, as well as golden jewelry around their neck and waist, a golden bell, and golden laurel leaves. Their hood is long and ends with a bell and tassels. Next to them is a rougher drawing of the design, with golden wings on the cloack. There is written "Cleric, Warlock".

Image 3: A drawing of the Yellow cat from the video game Cult Of The Lamb. They are wearing wide blue pants, multiple layered green clothing, a white banner-like fleece with green motifs making an eye shape in the center, and a big green cloack. They also have a diamond-shaped copper bell around their neck, and orange markings on their fur. Next to them is a rougher drawing of the design, and writting saying "Rogue, Paladin."

[tezzbot]

Scene idea for a fic I'm kind of writing was so clear in my minds eye I had to try and draw it so here's a rough. thing. everyone like 20 years younger than canon woagh

Branch huddles round the campfire with other kids from the country troll tribe listening to an older country troll (who I couldn't be bothered drawing shhh) telling stories while softly playing his guitar to accompany them while JD and Delta Dawn have a chat nearby :0

[rsenak]

It's incredibly funny to me how I'll be there drawing them being cute while plotting various bad things in their future. These crows cannot catch a break

[mothsmolars]

VERY impatiently waiting for someone to write a nasty paddy/male reader fic. or a paddy/ben fic. PLEASE.

[tennessoui]

me: in fact i have a normal amount of wips and the percentage of my wips out of my total fic amount is relatively low and quite normal

also me: has enough wips i want to work on that i was able to fill a picker wheel with them

[sunlight-shunlight]

me staring into the distance:

so the evanuris/blight situation is that: solas managed to, at the height of his power + with all his ancient elf besties helping, seal them into the black city and make the veil. and this took so much out of him that he was basically comatose for 5000 years. ok fine.

but then in vg, his initial plan was to put them in a different jail, while the veil is still up (despite that weakening all magic significantly and making it difficult to even access the black city). and then he wants to tear down the veil afterwards, presumably expecting to still be awake to do so. despite not having his original orb or his ancient elf besties anymore? so it doesn't particularly make sense in general. similar to how he described what he wanted to do with the orb, you'd expect him to take out the veil first and then reseal/move the jail?

(and then he wanted to put them into a Regret Prison when he is the ONLY one out of that entire situation who feels any regrets... 😭)

then his more ambiguous-sounding veil removal motives of being depressed about elves/spirits and unable to see the modern world as worthy of existence... become almost irrelevant. bc it's kind of necessary for him to Do Something? or else everyone fully dies of turbo blight when the archdemons die and the black city inevitably opens?

but then no one really mentions the looming catastrophe of the blight part, and they handwave it at the end, and all act like he's being very unreasonable. which he is! but only bc they made him dumber than a rock and weirdly inconsistent in his capabilities, not bc his motivations were actually proven to be wrong. aaaaa.