#A Flash Release Date

[merlinemryspendragon]

My whole life, I didn't think I had any family. Turns out I got two. Black Widow (2021)

[guardiansandgrundos]

very intelligent and powerful energy beings and yet

bad at lying

"of course we duped him! look at the size of his head!"

fucking WHAT

don't take it personally hal. they did it to save your life.

[youreaclownnow]

rewatched hathaway's flash yet again, so i drew Gawman

[mariska]

started re-playing borderlands the pre-sequel last night (via the 'handsome collection' edition) and made my game open to The General Public To Join and ended up having a blast playing with the Wilhelm in this vid for like six uninterrupted hrs or something and they were down to do any and every side quest that i accepted, and in the past i have not done a majority of side quests in any borderlands game specifically bc the most recent times i've played any of them (except BL3 i think) i had not yet started having access to medical treatment for my adhd and i could never focus enough on doing side quests until now

ANYWAYS because of that i have found a lot of very silly and fun quests that are just scattered in random areas throughout the game that i've never even heard of before and this is a clip i took from my favorite so far of all the pre-sequel side quests i've done, mic was not on when i was playing so its not in the vid but i was like tearing up from laughter irl during this whole sequence of events. i love u Dunks Watson. best to ever do it

[onenettvchannel]

FLASH REPORT: 'Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt (Season 2)' drops new teaser trailer, expected to air in 2025 [#K5NewsFMExclusive]

(Written by Anne Savisa Boonchuy / Chief Regional Correspondent of Disney XD News and Herpetologist of the AotP)

TOKYO, JAPAN -- After nearly 15 years, fans of the show pleasantly surprise as unexpected when a new teaser trailer video recently released on YouTube last Tuesday on December 24th (a corporate video-sharing company of Google's Alphabet) as Christmas Eve comes to an end last night in Japan for only this year in 2024. But earlier this afternoon, a thrilling announcement was a perfect festive surprise for not just the viewers locally, leading up to its global attention, including the Philippines for example, where it was made just hours before the holiday ended by tomorrow on Christmas Day on Wednesday early morning on December 25th.

Because of the worst cliffhanger end, where it previously recalled from last season when 'Stocking Anarchy' officially declared in hell after killing her sibling sister 'Panty', the eagerly anticipated of the show is slated to premiere for Season 2 in 2025. This return is very exciting for fans, excludes negativity of criticism by force as the show has been quiet since it was canceled in the late-December 2010, like a dead air on radio transistor sets.

A press release shared by the 'Anime News Network' (ANN) highlighted that the teaser trailer video, per exclusively obtained by DWFH-FM 97.7mhz's K5 News FM in Dumaguete City, showcased the renowned anime duo "Panty" and "Stocking", also referred to as the Anarchy sisters -- embarking on their quest in Daten City to battle sinister forces in a domain, straddling the lines of heaven and hell. Admirers of the series known for its mature-based content are in for a treat as the same witty and defiant chemistry that made the first series a hit remains intact between these sibling duos.

The new season of PSG was produced by the new animation studio 'TRIGGER', the same group that created this said original series at the now-defunct 'Gainax'. While we are taking some daring chances in the industry of anime, they hope to preserve the essential elements of the originality with series creator 'Geek Fleet' is at the helm. The teaser presents viewers, including us, with an enriched integration of humor and action, furthered by outstanding animation and breathtaking visuals.

Regarding the voice casts, the Season 2 teaser hints at a blend of both old and new voices. Along with the return of the Anarchy sisters' familiar voices, the cast will also include new members who will bring some exciting energy to the programme. Moreover, new music soundtracks from artists like Taku Inoue, TeddyLoid and m-flo are taken part of them, which should significantly improve the new season's overall experience in history.

New episodes of 'Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt' (Season 2) will be aired LIVE over 'OneNETtv Channel', the only Negrosanon entertainment and news leader station in the area, so people who get to stay up late eagerly await it. Details with the Japanese commercial TV broadcaster are still being negotiated, along with the official air date.

For those who are unfamiliar with the series before, or to relive some of the most significant moments in Daten City, 'Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt' can be streamed online at 'ABEMA TV' in Japan, and also streaming on 'Apple TV+' & 'Amazon Prime Video' in the United States of America (U.S.A.). In addition to expletive language, there are various expectations in erotic components scattered through the season that may not be suitable for viewers with overly sensitive or easily offended nerves.

The teaser trailer sets the tone for a tumultuous and unapologetic ride for the series, which us audiences are expecting for the new season that is set to drop in 2025. Fans can expect a thrilling ride back to this said city of Daten, as the adventures of the Anarchy sisters continue with community involvement and an assurance of chaos, high-explosive action, romantic influence and general entertainment.

THUMBNAIL PHOTO COURTESY: Kadokawa and Studio Trigger via YT VIDEO SQUARE REFERENCE PROVIDED BY: Tegna

SOURCE: *https://www.animenewsnetwork.com/press-release/2024-12-24/anime-new-panty-and-stocking-with-garterbelt-new-information/.219466 *https://www.animenewsnetwork.com/news/2024-12-24/new-panty-and-stocking-with-garterbelt-anime-teaser-unveils-new-and-returning-cast-more-staff/.219464 *https://us.oricon-group.com/news/2918/ *https://www.crunchyroll.com/news/latest/2024/12/24/new-panty-stocking-with-garterbelt-anime-teaser-trailer-cast *https://anitrendz.net/news/2024/12/23/new-panty-stocking-with-garterbelt-teaser-trailer-released-with-cast-details/ *https://x.com/NEWPSG_official/status/1871455561914692092 *https://x.com/NEWPSG_official/status/1871451944885334283 and *https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8gPwLsvUl0U

-- OneNETnews Online Publication Team

[lelianaslefthand]

going from playing coral island to dragon age origins where i last left off in the deep roads

[astromechs]

at this point, i'm pretty sure marvel studios just needs to stop trying to make blade happen

[lamefish]

kento nanami is an anniversary man. nsfw

you think it's sweet, how he has the date of big events in his life on memory. when it's a loss, he'll take the day off to remember, with his head in your lap as he tells stories of whomever has passed. you listen intently, ask questions about them and watch as your husband recounts every good thing about a person.

he celebrates the good, too. almost excessively. the date you met is circled on the calendar, and kento will wake you up with breakfast in bed and a day of doting to show you just how important this anniversary is to him. you turned his world upside down in the best of ways, and what kind of man is he if not one to celebrate the light in his life?

of course, your wedding anniversary too. it's the one he goes all out for: more often than not you put a weekend aside to take a trip and spend some uninterrupted time together. you'll act as newlyweds again, because you still feel like newlyweds despite the passing years, and you'll be reminded over and over just how lucky you are to have found your soulmate in a man like kento nanami.

a man who is sentimental, and so very in love with you. and also celebrates the first time you had sex.

that first year, he had spent the day doting on you so profusely that you were convinced he was going to propose. he was pulling out all of the stops, taking you out fopr an expensive meal, dosing you with fine wines and so many kisses you could get drunk off the taste of him alone. he took you home, ran you a scented bath and took care of the house while you relaxed.

and of course the night ended in mind blowing sex—as your nights usually do. he had insisted on fucking you in missionary despite his recent penchant for taking you from behind and, once he has ripped two orgasms from you and was working on your third, he let it slip.

“we made love for the first time a year ago today,” he whispers against your lips, cock pulsing inside of you as he reaches deep inside of you. “just like this—looking into each others eyes, three orgasms from you, two from me. fell in love with you that night, do you know that honey?”

“you kept track of the day?” you cant finish your sentence without a moan breaking from your throat. “kento, you’re something else.”

“of course i did. it’s an important date, reaching such intimacies—feeling these beautiful velvet walls of yours for the first time… i’ll never forget it.”

you laugh, though it’s quickly swallowed by a kiss from your lover. he rocks his hips into you, feels every inch of his veiny cock disappear inside. he looks down to watch himself sink into you, though his gaze his brought back when you speak.

“three.”

kento blinks. “three what?”

“orgasms from you. you said you had two, but you came a third time right at the end—i milked you dry and you were so sex-drunk and exhausted but you insisted on making me food.” you reach down and grab his hand, the one that had been cupping at your chest, and hold it up for him to see the gentle scar that runs across his thumb. “you cut yourself slicing the bread because i fucked you mindless.”

it comes back to him in gentle flashes. you had, in fact, milked him of a third release. he had just been so out of his mind with nerves and pleasure that the memory had washed itself clean from his mind. he scolds himself mentally for ever daring to forget a detail about being intimate with you, but smiles.

“i remember,” he says. “you told me sex made you hungry so i wanted to incorporate it into your aftercare…”

“silly man,” you wrap your legs around his waist and lick your ankles behind him. with a gentle nudge, he’s forced that tiny bit deeper inside of you. “my silly man.”

kento moans—his eyes flutter shut and his lips catch between his teeth. he adores you—he really does. so much so that the sheer memory of his first time with you is quickly becoming too powerful of a memory to have.

and you, his beautiful other half, laid beneath him with lustful eyes and parted lips, smile up at him. “are we recreating our first time, ken? is that what this is?”

he nods, a little wordless as he tries to keep his mind straight.

“then i think you know what i’m going to do to you, my love.”

he smiles. “milk me for all i have. it’s all yours anyways.”

you lean up and kiss him. it’s slow, gentle, like your first kiss with him was. you taste him wholly on your lips and thank all the divine beings that may exist for putting such a man in your life’s trajectory. his cock twitches inside of you, he fills you out so perfectly.

still, you smile as you roll your hips up to meet his. “just let me handle the aftercare this time.”

[sodafrog13]

ALICE IS DEAD 2024 REMAKE??? HELLOOOOOOOOO

[mcknighttimegaming]

The Flash Season 9: Fan Trailer Review with Brandon McKnight and Jon Cor

In this Flash Season 9 fan trailer review, Brandon McKnight and Jon Cor discuss the latest trailer for the upcoming season. They talk about the new villains, the return of characters, and what fans can expect.

If you're excited about the upcoming Flash Season 9, then be sure to watch this fan trailer review with Brandon McKnight and Jon Cor! They'll give you a breakdown of the new trailer and what fans can expect from the upcoming season.

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[monstersholygrail]

Sugar daddy!Minotaur Boss who’s always on time each month to give you your allowance and your days off from work. Except he has a rule where he has to give it to you in person, knowing you’ll run late (he’s purposefully vague on the meet-up time) and so you’ll have to make it up to him and earn the gifts he’s so generously giving you.

He watches you with rapt attention as you bounce on his cock, your pretty plush body moving with every hard smack of your bodies meeting. His hands caress you roughly, taking their pleasure, yet make no move to help you ride him. You can feel him so deep inside you, you can barely stay upright. But your allowance is just next to him and with every twitch of his cock he slides over another hundred. “Go on, be good for me. Know you’ve been wanting to go on that trip. Let me give it to you, baby.” And suddenly you’re riding him even faster, working you both into a fierce climax, wanting those paid days off so badly.

Sugar daddy!Minotaur Boss who agrees to take you on shopping sprees whenever your cute self desires. But only on that condition that he gets to personally choose all your lingerie.

He no doubt always walks in with you into the dressing rooms. Watching you undress and dress up in outfit after outfit till he’s nearly shaking. It gets so bad that by the time you get to the lingerie shop he’s snapping before you can try anything on and he’s taking you hard against the wall, slamming quickly into your hot core. Letting out low huffs, his tail whipping around in agitation as he ruts up into you. “You better wear that red number t’morrow at work. Won’t be able to keep my hands off of ya.” Just the thought has him pumping himself into you even harder until he’s got you squirting all over the lingerie he was already planning to buy you.

Sugar daddy!Minotaur Boss who doesn’t want anything serious but gets jealous when you bring up going on a date later tonight after work.

He cant help but drop your butt on top of your desk, stopping you from thinking about someone who isn’t him for a second longer. He’s bunching up your tight skirt in a flash and sinking his length all the way down to the hilt. He throws his head back, releasing a long groan as your warmth wraps around him so snugly. “Y’know I think you’re gonna have to work some overtime t’night, love. That alright with you?” And he starts fucking up into you, leaving you only able to respond with a weak moan. He won’t stop till you’re boneless, brainless, and with only his name on your lips.

Sugar daddy!Minotaur Boss who knows your limits and relishes in pushing them till you’re so close to breaking. So he frequently makes deals with you, paying you a grand for each orgasm you give him while staying awake.

He gives your cheek a nice love tap, forcing your eyes to flutter open. A whiny mewl falls past your lips, body jerking with each brutal thrust as Minotaur Boss just keeps going. His cock never softening inside you no matter how much either of you cum. “Wakey, wakey, sweetheart. Gimme one more orgasm and you’ll be able to afford that pretty dress I saw you got ‘ur eye on.” Choked whimpers leave you as his cock brutally grinds against your cervix in a way that has your toes curling and your body shaking. Your orgasm sneaking up and blowing through you so intensely you nearly black out.

Sugar daddy!Minotaur Boss who pays for your phone after seeing the older model you have just so he can always know where you are when he sends you out in work-related errands. He also can’t deny the burst of pleasure he gets every time he sees you use it. Knowing it was him that provided it for you.

He often misuses the gift though, not that you have any issue with it. His husky voice crackling into your ear through the phone as he works you through another release. Fuck, you’ve had so many you’ve started losing count. But he just doesn’t stop talking, babbling on about anything and everything. Your damn work schedule tomorrow, the taunting idea of raising your allowance, and all the things he’s gonna get for you. “Be ready to thank me next we see each other. Might surprise ya with some new panties I can rip off or a new lip glass that’ll look so good wrapped nicely around my cock.” He ignores your whimpers, urging you on and on with his words until you’re crying out into the speaker and gushing all over your fingers.

[mariasont]

My Boss Won't Be Happy About This - A.H

a/n: back to bimbo brain rot!!!! inspired by the first season that one episode (you know the one) where hotch is all macho man with elle in jamaica

masterlist

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pairings: aaron hotchner x bimbo!assistant!reader

summary: you’re wrongfully arrested and hotch is not happy about it

warnings: creepy officer, inaccuracies of how law enforcement works, hotch being sexy

wc: 1.3k

"Listen I'm not the type of girl to tell someone how to do their job, but I just don't think you're doing it right."

You were speaking to an empty room, or at least, you were speaking to the mirror in front of you. It's the kind of mirror you had seen in countless interrogation scenes, the kind you usually image Hotch standing behind. You let your gaze linger, wondering if eyes are studying you from the other side, listening to your monologue.

"Well, that, and I also just don't think it's very nice." Your brand spanking new heels were tapping against the dirty floor. 

You weren't happy about that. You weren't happy about any of this. Your feet ache, but the fear of the germs lurking on the floor paralyzes any thoughts of relief by removing your shoes.

"And hey, shouldn't I get a phone call? That's a rule, I think," you mumble, lips turning downward in an unusual frown. It seems like the right time for it. "My boss is not going to take this well. I mean, he's got this look, you know? The kind that makes you want to apologize for things you didn't even do."

You conjured up his daunting expression and released a jittery laugh, all while striving to disregard the biting cold blasting from the AC vent, which seemed determine to freeze you into place. 

You were seriously out of your element, not just in surroundings but in dress--so form-fitting it left very little to the imagination. It seemed to be a good idea for a date. That was before you realized said date would be a complete disaster. Now, it felt like a trap. It had been a spectacle for a man unworthy of the effort, and as you sat in this rigid chair, you found yourself tugging at the hem every other moment, a futile attempt to preserve some semblance of modesty.

"So, when he hears about this little error... Well, let's just say I wouldn't want to be in your shoes." Six hours had passed in this dreary space, and you could feel your sanity fraying at the edges. You muttered, half to yourself, "Not that they're as cute as mine, but you get the point."

The door hinge's creak made you sit bolt upright, a silent supplication for Hotch's rescue echoing through your mind. But today, it seemed, the gods were indifferent. The officer who had arrested you stepped in.

"Having fun talking to yourself?"

You flashed your sweetest smile. "Oh, tons! But I'd have much more fun if you'd uncuff me."

He said nothing, folding his arms over his chest as he dragged his gaze up and down your body in a way that made your skin prickle in discomfort. You attempted to dispel the creeping dread, but it stubbornly lingered.

You did what you could to cover up, despite the awkward angle of your arms. "Listen, this is all just a big mistake. I work for the FBI," you insisted, though it was clear the officer's attention was fixated on your tits rather than your words. "Well, I mean, I'm an assistant for the unit chief of the BAU unit. You've heard of Aaron Hotchner, haven't you?"

The officer's mouth closed without a word, as the door was thrust open yet again, and this time, your heart leapt in recognition. Your knight in shining armor with a lethal expression.

His eyes instantly zeroed in on the officer with a look that could curdle blood, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that you weren't the object of his anger. He approached you wordlessly, his every motion precise and determined.

He carefully shed his jacket, a gesture he seldom made, and draped it across your shoulders. The fleeting caress of his hand against your skin was enough to make you lean into his touch. You let out a breath that you had been unconsciously holding back. 

You watched as Hotch turned, his voice a low, steady force, his words carefully chosen and tinged with an unsettling peace. "Officer," he began, the title spoken almost as warning. "I believe there has been a grave misunderstanding. This woman is not only an esteemed member of the FBI, but she is also under my direct supervision."

He stepped closer, encroaching on the officer's personal space. You watched, almost in slow motion, as the officer's expression morphed into one of sheer terror, his earlier confidence dissolving like sugar in hot tea.

"Six hours," he continued, his voice never rising yet somehow it took up all the space in the confined room. "Six hours of unwarranted detention, without due process. I expect her immediate release. And make no mistake, this lapse in judgment will have its ramifications."

The officer was mute, his fingers clumsily unlocking the handcuffs, his movements hurried, his hands trembling. A twinge of pity flickered within you, but it was quickly overshadowed by the memory of considering the table as a makeshift blanket.

The moment the metal clicked open; you wasted no time. You flung your arms around Hotch, the pent relief and biting chill of the past few hours pouring out of you. You were desperate for warmth, specifically his warmth.

He stiffened, caught off guard by your actions. You feel the anger radiating through him, practically pulsing through his skin. As you clung to him, you felt the draft on your legs as your dress slid up, and without missing a beat Hotch's hand discreetly adjusted the fabric, all while keeping his eyes locked on the officer, a silent warning in his gaze.

Once he was certain you were decently covered, he allowed himself to draw him into his arms. One arm secured around your waist, the other weaving through your hair. You were cold. It renewed another tide of rage through his bloodstream.

With the officer's departure, the room's oppressive atmosphere lightened a touch, leaving you still latched onto your boss.

"Oh, sir, you wouldn't believe it," you started, his hands tracing up your spine and sparking a trail of goosebumps that had nothing to do with the chill. "They kept asking me about a heist, as if I'd know anything about that! And then they show me this picture, and I mean, sure, she had my hair, but that's about it."

You rambled on, and he let you, the absurdity of the situation pouring out in a stream of consciousness. Hotch's hold on you tightened. You could sense the coiled tension in him, a tempest of anger held a bay.

"And the room, it was so cold! I mean, I'm sure you can tell. My teeth were chattering, and all I could think of was how I'd rather be filing your paperwork or listening to Reid's factoids about the quantum mechanics of coffee beans."

You felt Hotch's breath on your hair as he let out a sigh. 

"I'm just glad you're here now," you whispered, finally allowing yourself to relax in his embrace.

Hotch gave a curt nod, his jaw set. He was itching to confront the officer, to unleash a tirade not meant for your ears. But he was well aware of how much you needed him right now, and that trumped everything in his book.

Hotch took a moment to compose himself before speaking. "This isn't just incompetence; it's negligence. I will have this place reevaluated for its standards, or lack thereof."

You took a step back, hands still resting on his arms, and he maintained his grip on your waist. "I bet this is the last time you'll let me go on a date without a full background check on the guy, huh, sir?"

Hotch's hold on your waist firmed just a fraction. "Maybe it's the last time I let you go on a date, period."

He was only half-joking.

"Not even with you?" You tilted your head to meet his gaze, drawing his jacket closer around you.

Hotch just simply gives you that look, the one that says a thousand words without a sound. He's telling you to tread lightly.

"Alright, I'll be good," you giggle, the tension easing from your shoulders. "Can you take me home now, please?"

He nods, "Yeah, let's get you home."

And then he leads you out, thinking to himself that the next person to take you out will be him, but that's for him to know and you to find out later.

taglist: @hotchhner @khxna

[no-144444]

2 hands-l.norris

summary: your stunt-driver pulled out the day before the shoot, good thing you're dating an f1 driver.

pairing: lando norris x fem! singer! reader

a/n: I, like everyone else, was convinced he'd be in the music video, but alas, no. so here's this to hopefully make up for that :)

kind of smut so 18+

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“Fuck,” you groaned, flinging yourself onto your bed. 

“You alright baby?” Lando asked, putting his phone down and looking at you. He very much appreciated the sight in front of him, his girlfriend in nothing but tiny sleep shorts and an old quadrant hoodie. He smiled as you crawled into bed with him. 

“The stunt driver for the shoot tomorrow just cancelled,” you frowned, cuddling up to his side. “We’ll have to reschedule, so then the release date of the song will be pushed back, and the release of the tour dates, and-”

“I can do it,” he offered. 

You snapped your head to look at him. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “What kind of car is it?”

“A McLaren,” you nodded and he smiled. “This is genius, and we don’t even have to show your face so it won’t reveal anything-”

“We could show my face and just tell people we’re together,” he shrugged, pulling you onto his lap so that you were straddling him. “It has been 2 years, and this song is about me,” he smirked. 

You rolled your eyes but nodded all the same. “I have an idea! Let me call the director!” you smiled, jumping off his lap as he frowned at the loss of contact. You quickly ran into your office to start making plans for the next day, excited at your new idea. 

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You had entirely rewritten the script for the video, but everyone was much more into the new version, so no one was that upset. Also, everyone was ecstatic that you’d finally decided to include Lando in a video, finally showing the public that you two were together. 

The first scene you two had to film was in the car dealership where you were buying a McLaren. You were wearing a simple but pretty dress with a black leather racing jacket. You caught Lando’s eye as he was reading over the script and he smirked, smacking your ass as you went by. You chuckled and hit his hand back, effectively shooing him away so you could get to your spot.

When you got to your spot, the cameras rolled and the director shouted action, and off you went. 

“So what’re you looking for?” Max F, the ‘actor’ playing the car salesman, smirked. Yes, you’d gotten Max in on it too.

“Something fast.” 

The camera flashed between the two of you, then to the orange McLaren behind you. 

“I’ll need a test drive,” you smirked, and the camera panned to Lando, clad in a beautiful purple and orange racing suit tied around his waist, a shirt with the car dealerships logo on it, and a smirk on his face. He jingled the keys and the intro to the song started playing, then they cut. 

“Perfect!” Kyle, the director, shouted. “We’ll get it from a few more angles, then move on.”

Next was a shot of the two of you in the car, Lando wearing sunglasses as he drove through the LA streets as you lip synced to the first verse of the song, the angles changing every few words. After shooting that a couple of times, you two got a break. 

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“You look fucking incredible,” he muttered, pressing kiss after kiss along your next as you two sat in your trailer.  “So fucking sexy.”

You chuckled,slightly pushing him off of you. “Calm down, Megan will kill me if I have any more ‘accidents’ to cover up.”

He shook his head, watching you as you got up. “You’re so beautiful,” he smiled. “So smart too.”

“Well, thank you baby,” you smiled. “Ready to take your shirt off?” 

He chuckled. “Oh yeah.”

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The next scene was pretty risque, it was the two of you in a motel bed ‘making out’ as you sang the chorus, his ‘2 hands’ all over you. On top of that, his hands were covered in lipstick kisses as well as the majority of his neck and chest, which you happily did. You’d both gone through a costume change, now you were wearing a black lacy bra and he was wearing no shirt, the both of you looking stunning (and slightly funny considering the fact that you were both just wearing sweats under the covers). 

“T-5 to action,” Kyle shouted, counting you two in. 

He pressed open mouthed kisses to your neck as you lip-synced the song to the camera over his shoulder, a sultry look in your eyes as you embodied the lyrics, grinding down on him slightly. After shooting it from a few different angles, you and the team called it a day, ready to come back tomorrow and finish it up. 

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Lando all but threw you on the bed when you got home that night, insatiable after a day of being teased. 

You giggled as he pulled your pants off, pressing kisses up your legs as he unclothed himself, muttering the whole way up to your lips. “So fuckin’ perfect baby,” he grunted. “Teasin’ me all day,” he bit into your shoulder and you moaned, making him smirk. “Such a bad girl.”

“You love it,” you smirked, wrapping your hands around his forearms and flipping the position so that you were straddling him, holding his arms to the bed. “You fucking loved it today.”

“Damn right I did,” he smirked. You let go of his hands to pull off your final item of clothing (your shirt) and his hands immediately went to caressing your thighs. His eyes grew wide as he watched you pull your shirt off, and you knew it would be a long night, but you weren’t complaining. 

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When you got to set the next day, you had an apologetic look on your face as Megan frowned, seeing the next hickeys on your neck.

“Is he a fucking vampire or something?” she scoffed, getting to work on covering them up. 

“Y’know what, don’t cover them,” Kyle interjected. “It makes sense with the video for her to have them.”

“Thanks Kyle,” Lando smiled, feeling like he was on his side. You laughed when Kyle rolled his eyes at him. 

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The next scene was just shots of the car driving through the LA streets, which Lando perfectly executed. He seemed to really be enjoying himself and the shots of the car were perfect, so you moved on to the next scene, which was you two at a gas station, dancing to the song as you lip-synced. It wasn’t difficult choreography by any means (Or else Lando wouldn’t have been able to do it), but it was a bit raunchy. Mostly just you dancing on his as he smirked or you pulling him closer and almost kissing him, but then just turning back to the camera and singing the next lyric. You were wearing the car dealership shirt with tiny shorts, and he was wearing a new collection quadrant hoodie and a pair of black jeans. 

You watched as he looked you up and down while everyone else was resetting the shot to film again because Lando ended up laughing. 

“Like what you see?” you smirked. 

“More than you know,” he smiled, grabbing a handful of your ass and pulling you in for a kiss. The kiss was hot and heavy with a promise of something more beneath, it made you excited for the rest of the day. 

After refilming that a couple of times, you moved onto one of the last shots of the video, you just lip-syncing the words as you sat on top of the car, Lando in various different positions. One of him pumping the gas, one of him opening the door for you, one of him in the driver's seat, one of him beside you on the hood of the car, another of the two of you making out against the door. Moving on from that, Lando went off to film some more of the car scene while you stayed back and filmed the dance break of the song. Those were the last things that needed filming, so you all wrapped up and thanked the crew, going back home after a gruelling day to get fucked by your hot boyfriend. 

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The video came out and fans went wild. They edited it, they started fanpages, they stalked your socials, and everything in between. You both decided to make a post.

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yourusername: 2 hands out now.

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[jjenthusee]

Home Date

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: A sudden injury leads to Jason facing a glimmer of his past, but it unintentionally leads to the people who care for him most realizing they didn’t have to worry at all. That you were there for him.

Warnings: injury, but not very descriptive

Word Count: 1.2k

“Jay, it hurts so bad.” You exhaled, squeezing your eyes to get yourself to focus.

“I know, Sweetheart, but we have to move you. I need someone to take a look at ya.” Jason gently cusped your face, rubbing at the edges of your jaw. “Please. We can reschedule the date.”

He kneeled in front of you, his hair long enough to touch the top of his eyelids as he looked up to you.

You winced as you leaned forward, trying to minimize the pain by pressing a hand onto Jason’s shoulder. The smallest movement shot pain up your leg.

Jason grabbed onto your forearm, pressing into your skin to remind you he was there.

“I don’t know what happened. I heard a ‘pop’ and now I can’t move my leg without it hurting.” You were shaking at trying to hold yourself steady, standing at an awkward position. “I can’t move—Jay, I don’t know what to do.”

You gripped his shoulder harder and fear looked into Jason’s eyes as he watched you panic.

Jason looked up at your wincing face, calculating all the routes he could take and what his next steps could be before he felt his face calm and his grip on you strengthened.

With a calm acceptance, he spoke.

“I’m taking you to the manor.” Jason kissed your temple. He wasn’t willing to take any chances.

With painful steps and many breaks leaning into Jason’s weight did you make it into a car to drive off to the one place Jason had been avoiding.

He didn’t like the drive, how it reminded him of so many things, but you were a priority and he was scared shitless at facing something he wasn’t ready for.

It was like flashes in Jason mind.

Knocking on the door, the confused face from Alfred before he saw the person Jason was clutching so desperately. How Jason didn’t want to look around because the chill on his skin was enough of a reminder.

While at the manor, Jason paced back and forth into the cold, sterile building, holding his breath as he tried to think of all the possibilities.

Does he need to grab anything on his way back? Did you eat before this? How long would he be in the manor? Should he pick you up some clothes?

“—Jason.” Bruce’s husk voice filled the hallway.

Jason’s pacing immediately stopped. Like his body ingrained the commanding voice from his Robin days more than his mind.

He had buried the memories as far down as he could, but once an animal learns a trick, can he ever forget it?

“Alfred said you can come back in.” Bruce held the door open, waiting.

Jason had been chased out earlier, constantly overlooking and trying to get verbal confirmation that you were okay. The pestering had Alfred giving him a stern look that had Bruce ushering him outside.

It was awkward.

The long thirty minutes had Jason’s skin crawling. He held his posture straighter, hoping the extra height over Bruce would somehow ease his mind that he was tougher, stronger than the young boy who once walked these halls.

“We’ll make sure everything is fine—“

“That’s why I’m here.” Jason sternly interrupted Bruce’s attempt at comfort as he held a glare, feeling his hands tense the longer he was separated from you.

He had to make it obvious that that was the only reason why he crawled back, the reason for all the blocking and erasing of his presence at every moment.

Silence.

It was always lingering in the manor and Jason hated every second of it.

Until he heard the sound of your voice, faint and coming from the open door Bruce still held.

Jason quickly forgot all his hatred and awkwardness when he walked up to your side. Trying to make sure you were still there, physically.

With one hand resting on your head, rubbing and feeling the warmth of your skin did Jason finally breathe. He could feel his body release some of the strain.

Alfred gave the run down, what to avoid, how to proceed if the pain gets worse. But all it came down to was some rest and monitoring.

Jason took mental notes of everything. Creating a plan in his head took all his attention to even notice the subtle looks from Bruce and Alfred at the sudden appearance of the stubborn, angry son.

The looks of wonder at watching the changes of Jason in real time, how tender yet protective he was of you. How he was willing to suddenly appear when he verbally reminded everyone how much he hated being there.

You grabbed Jason’s hand.

“Breathe, Jay. We can go home.” You whispered, enough to catch his attention.

Despite the recovering pain, you could only worry for the man losing his mind but trying his hardest to keep it together for your sake.

With a soft gaze and the feel of sweat on your brow, Jason knelt to make his face level with yours.

You felt the brush of his breathe on your cheek. In that moment, you were happy he was listening to your words.

With a small smile, you rubbed his hair, clearly messy from him grabbing at it constantly, but you tried to make your own protective cave with your body and arms to cradle Jason’s head. Giving him the space to breathe and calm his mind in his madness that he tried to still.

You tiredly glanced at your two audience, they saw how trusting Jason was of you and how you showed your own calm determination to protect the broken man in your arms.

Maybe it was the drowsiness or your own blurry glare, but you could have sworn that the older broody man, strangely an aged copy of Jason, had a subtle smile before he walked away, disappearing into the darkness.

After the medication kicked in, you don’t remember how you got home, but the realization of a new change of clean clothes and the smell of food was enough to know you were safe again, that Jason was safe.

He always knew you so well that in the next blink of your eyes, he appeared at your side of the bed.

He was always good at that, knowing you more than yourself.

In a small kiss on your cheek, Jason rubbed his face onto yours, basking in the physical touch.

“I made food. I want you to at least take a couple bites.” Jason softly spoke.

You felt his hair tickle your head and you couldn’t help but smile.

“It smells great.” You rubbed back.

“It might hurt, but I’ll help you walk to the couch.” He suggested.

You groaned at the thought of moving, the memories of the pain coming back.

“We can watch movies, watch the sunset, and maybe take a nap?” Jason tried to coax, grabbing your hand to kiss your fingertips.

“Fine, but I get to pick the movie.” You mindlessly watched Jason kiss each of your fingers.

In slow motions, you were making your way to the living room as Jason tried to make it as painless as possible.

It wasn’t the planned date you expected, but home dates with Jason were always your favorites.

[kizzmexoxo]

You Taste Like Secret ~ Hyung Line

“Nothing but a bunch of perverts.”

Pairing. Hyung line x Reader

Genre. Brothers Friends, SMUT. MDNI. All of them are perverts. If uncomfortable, do not read!

Warnings. SMUT, dubcon, manipulation, drinking, drunk scenes, underwear stealing, dry humping, ass slapping, harassment, literally just smut. (lmk if I missed anything)

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Release date. TBA..

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Your brother’s friends are perverts.

You don’t remember how it all started. All you remember was having a sleepover at Jungwon’s—your brother—friend’s house. Not to mention, all boys. Men.

You weren’t even supposed to be there. Jungwon was forced to drag you along since your parents insisted you both to have a sister and brother time. Jungwon already made plans with his friends that night, but your parents still pushed the idea of you coming along to whatever plan he had.

You love your brother, but you admitted to the fact that you don’t spend a lot of time together. Your parents noticed and insisted to let you come with your brother.

That’s why you ended up to a mini get together with his ‘boys’. You honestly didn’t care, you just wanted to go home.

You had no choice but to endure the yelling, cursing, and laughter that came out of their loud mouths. I mean, they’re boys. What did you expect.

You were on your phone as they continue to shout at each other while playing a video game you don’t ought to know about.

“We should drink. I’m thirsty.” A male voice speaks, Sim Jaeyun, Jake rather.

You got along with him the most and the sweetest out of all your brother’s friends. He was very kind when he first met you. He guided you at the first day of school when you were lost, offer you notes, and checked up on you when Jungwon wasn’t present at your home.

And he has that big smile on his face he flashes whenever he’s happy.

You almost saw him as another brother. Almost.

“Bet” another male voice speaks. This one was Park jongseong, or in short, Jay. He helped you in your studies.

He was the richest out of all of them. Designer watches, designer bags, an expensive looking car, it was obvious he was the richest. The most sophisticated one too.

“Seriously? We drank last night.” A deeper voice speaks. Park sunghoon. The owner of the house you’re staying at.

He was the most mysterious of them all. You can’t read his expression at all.

“Don’t be a mood killer. Get the drinks, jay. Finally the oldest. Lee heeseung. He was the one that stood out the most to you. Mysterious and flirtatious.

They all have different personalities, you concluded, but they’re all the same.

Heartthrobs, playboys, attractive, rich.. and perverts.

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They were perverts. You knew because you had caught each of them behaving oddly whenever you were alone in the house with one of them.

They’d bite their lips, undressing you with their eyes, and obviously having dirty thoughts about you.

You knew damn well how these boys look at you when Jungwon wasn’t looking.

Sunghoon would always take the opportunity of checking you out. Despite his unreadable expression, you always notice his eyes moving up and down, undressing you with his eyes, whenever you go downstairs to go grab yourself an edible.

He’d even follow you to the kitchen, pretending to grab something. But in reality, he had other intentions. he would trap you against the counters and rub his clothed cock to your ass from behind.

“Sorry. Had to grab this.” He reached out to the upper cabinet to grab himself a bag of chips.

Before you could confront him, he already had left.

Heeseung, who always makes himself comfortable in your home, tend to visit your room a lot, plopping down onto your bed like he owned the place.

He frequently stays over to fall asleep beside you without Jungwon knowing.

You didn’t mind it at first but now it had became a habit, you decided to confront to him about it.

He reveals a pout, “You don’t want me in here, princess?”

Oh and the nicknames he’d given you. You have no idea how to respond to that.

“Let me stay here. I love it here.” He insists, pulling you closer, his body pressed against yours.

It almost looked like you were both cuddling, not knowing what’s under the covers.

He runs both his hands down to your ass, squeezing, massaging it until he falls asleep.

Jay, who volunteered in tutoring you, does not keep his hands to himself.

He always insists on you sitting on his lap since that was his ‘technique’ in learning fast.

Obviously that was just an excuse to feel your ass on him.

You were more focused on the hard bulge you’d feel as you sit on his lap while he teaches you whatever he was talking about.

Whenever you’d get his question right, he’d give you a kiss on the cheek. Sometimes, massaging your tits.

But if you’d get a question wrong, he’d bend you over the table and slaps your ass until he is fully satisfied with your punishment.

Jake was the most perverted of them all.

One night when Jake was sleeping over in your home, you had caught him masturbating to your pink lace underwear in the laundry room.

He turns his head to meet your widened eyes, but that didn’t stop him from whatever he was doing.

Instead, he smiles. He continued to rub his dick down with his veiny hands, not breaking eye contact with you.

You couldn’t handle it and ran back to your room, heart bumping so loud, that’s all you could hear.

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Now you were stuck here. In a big house, full of men, bunch of sickos.

Jungwon’s here, so they won’t be able to make a move on you, right?

Wrong.

Jungwon had already passed out from being too drunk.

You had no protection. You can’t leave either since you can’t drive and it was raining.

“You wanna play a game?” Heeseung speaks.

You look back at the boys, already had their gaze locked on you.

“What game..?” You mutter.

“Truth or dare.” Jake replies with a grin.

“Why don’t we play in another room? I’d rather not we disturb Jungwon.” Jay speaks.

You were about to protest, until sunghoon spoke, “Follow me.”

They all stood up. Before you could process everything, heeseung had already grab your wrist, bringing you along with the four.

“Tonight will be fun.”

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[tk-duveraun]

Cumplane au where they both survive, but some media company steals PIDW for a very obvious serial numbers filed off cash grab

Worse, leaks suggest it's BETTER (because they can't just fill time with porn)

Well cucumber isn't having any of that! And he gets the family lawyers involved so airplane has to meet up with his biggest hater and a bunch of eye wateringly expensive lawyers to prove this is his idea they're stealing

Featuring: drama about how there's no proof since he lost the original outline

(Sy and lawyers point out that publish dates of the Web chapters are pretty clear)

Airplane passes out because he hasn't eaten and couldn't afford anything near the fancy law office

(Sy definitely dotes on him like a love interest - the lawyers start preparing 'permanent cohabitation' documents and a pre-nup)

SY taking airplane shopping for clothes because no one will take him seriously dressed like that

Shen family being strangely welcoming because they haven't seen sy this energetic since he was a kid

Sy telling airplane he'll kill him if he so much as looks at his sister

(Airplane laughs so hysterically he starts coughing)

Madam Shen telling sy she can't wait to host a wedding for them

(Sy confused and so deep in the closet convinces himself she means airplane and his sister and says over my dead body)

Flash forward to soc med mock up of PIDW 's official adaptations release party and comments/articles going nuts over cumplane