#indulge in the crack plz

[linpunny]

Fever Dream

Hanma Shuji DC

A/N: It has been a long long time since ive written anything and actually posted it. Most of my content is fluff from Obey me! shall we date but ive always loved TR since it first aired. Ive been stuck with horrible writers block forever. BUT BOY DID HANMA HELP ME OUT OF IT. So please enjoy, i usually don't post any smut that i may or may not write or have saved in my drafts ! Reblogs over likes plz :3

Network: @enchantedforest-network

WC: 910

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TW/CW: DARK CONTENT: somnophilia, drugging, reader receiving while unconscious, unprotected sex, unconscious reader, non con, pussy slapping i guess but it only happens once, orgasm denial

established relationship, naive reader, penetrative sex, female reader with a kitty. No pronouns. 

PLEASE BE ADVISED THIS A DARK CONTENT /SMUT FIC!!! DNI MINORS 

“Shh…go back to sleep baby♡~” Hanma breathed hotly into the shell of your ear. Luckily for him you had been falling back to sleep so easily as of late-thanks to the special tea he gave to you each night. Laced with just enough sleeping pills to keep you lucid enough to think you were dreaming but strong enough to keep you from realizing just how naive you really were around him. 

You were now drifting to sleep, humming in response while Hanma smirked and gently placed a kiss on the back of your neck as he bullies the fat tip of his dick in between the warm folds of your pussy. The sin tattooed hand firmly digs into your hip holding you in place as he shutters burying his entire length inside you with ease. Your walls flutter tightly around him as he begins to shallowly thrust, setting an excruciatingly slow pace. Your body is well trained and immediately grinds down on him, your hips rolling to match his thrusts. 

“Dammit,....can’t get ‘nough of this pussy.”He groans into your neck, leaving small bruising kisses along your nape. 

Intoxicated was an understatement. Hanma was addicted to you. The shape of his dick was already molded into your pussy- no, his pussy and he loved how soft, sweet and wet you were for him. The best part was how easily he could control you at night while you dreamed. Your body is so pliable under his fingertips. For once he didn’t have to hold back or restrain himself unlike when you were awake. He wouldn’t dare to ever indulge his dark desires in fear of you leaving and realizing he was still the same rough street thug he was all those years back. 

He was already dangerously close to his release, and you whined in between the gentle breaths of sleep as his tip kissed the entrance of your cervix. “Shu-shu…ngh~”

You squirmed wildly, humping what you assumed to be a very life-like and very hard version of Hanma’s dick that you had only felt in your dreams. A slight sense of pain washed over your body as you felt something like a rough slap pulse through your clit, causing a pathetic moan to leave your parted lips. The overwhelming sense of pleasure quickly faded as another jolt of pain pinched and squeezed at your overly sensitive bud. You stirred slightly in your sleep, brows furrowed deeply, hands gripped tight to the covers as you begged aloud, voice cracking as you chanted his name over and over. Praying for Hanma to let you cum in between sleepy sobs. And like always your climax never came in these vivid dreams that you yearned for every night. 

Hanma wasn’t going to let you cum first like he always does. This wasn’t about your pleasure. It was about his. These late night sessions were about making you his personal cum dump.

‘Such an obedient slut’ He thought as he re-positioned you, rolling you onto your back. His golden eyes glowed with lust as he watched your breasts rise and fall as you whimpered in your sleep. He now hovered over you, hands on either side of your head caging you in between his large body as he dipped down to suck and nibble your plush lower lip. His lips worshiped you as he placed wet kisses along your jawline, down your neck and all over your chest. His punishment hand roughly cupped a breast squeezing just enough to hear you moan while his tongue licked over your perked nipples. Just the sight of you right now all laid out, body glowing from the sheen of your sweat, pussy slick from his cock was almost too much for him as he smiled with his eyes down at you. He truly loved this version of you. 

Hanma had done this enough to know that if he waited any longer you’d wake up and realize he was balls deep inside you without the condom that you nagged him to wear every single time you had conscious sex.  He hated not being able to fully feel how soft and wet you were for him. He needed to feel your pussy clenched so tightly around his cock as he edged you into submission. He just didn’t have the heart to tell you how badly he wanted to pump his cum into you.

He pried your legs open with his thigh, pushing your knees to your chest. He admired you for one last moment, dripping wet pussy on full display just for him. His cock leaked as he stroked himself, letting his predator-like gaze devour you before lining himself back up with your slit. He grunted as he bottomed out, thrusting repeatedly into the deepest part of you that he could. Your eager cervix easily accepted his thick bulbous tip as he painted your walls white, draining every last ounce of his thick milky cum into you. He pulls out and proudly smiles as he watches your gaping pussy dripping with his cum. 

Hanma really couldn’t let you know how rough he wanted to be with his sweet, caring, angel.  So instead he resorts to drugging his “pretty baby" and pumping you full of his cum, only to finger it out of you each morning before you awake. 

Not his proudest moment but Hanma couldn't stop. Why would he want to when your body keeps pulling him back every night for more?

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[ladylooch]

WAIT can you do Nico smut about letting him go without a condom for the first time? maybe he finishes quick and reader expects him to be done so the reader is a bit disappointed

A Night of Firsts- Nico Hischier

(say thank you GIF makers of Tumblr. We love you. Plz GIF more Nico at Worlds. Thx!)

A/N: So. I almost feel like I should apologize here. This is.. yeah. Whew. I’m a lil tomato here posting this cause it’s pretty smutty. Also, I’m getting on my soap box. As a.. mature (yuckie) woman, this may be an different opinion but it is fucking HOT when a man is like… omg I’m not going to last long and comes in a few strokes. I’m going to pat myself on the damn back about this 100% of the time. Now, our partners have a responsibility to handle it a certain way after and I think Nico does that here 😉 Enjoy bby.

World Count: 2.3k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, Swearing, toys of the adult variety.

I sit on our bed in a plush robe, staring at the door to our master bathroom. Flickers of light are waving under the door at me from where my boyfriend is inside. It’s been quite the day for us. After the Devils were eliminated in the second round by the Hurricanes, Nico needed a day like this. We both did. What has the day entailed? Absolutely nothing. Except for soft touches that are igniting a need between the two of us. We had coffee in bed. Lunch at our favorite restaurant just down the street. We napped. Made Baked Ziti for dinner- the long two hour from prep to finish one- and indulged on hot chocolate chip cookies right out of the oven. 

After all that food, we were sleepy, but opted to watch a comfort movie: The Holiday. Nico secretly loves this movie and often puts it on when he sees it as an option on our various streaming platforms. Armed with a blanket and dressed in comfy sweatpants, we snuggled together under a fortitude of warmth. I was almost asleep when his hands started to wander. At first, just his finger tips dipped below my sweatpants, but it didn’t take long for him to begin stroking fire just above and below his favorite places. 

When I started returning the favor, Nico begin to writhe beneath me. 

“Let’s take a bath.” He blurted out suddenly once I finally skimmed my fingers over the tent in his pants.

“What’s in the bath that we don’t have here?” I asked. He bit his lip, looking at the two distinct points in my shirt.

“You wet and naked with a glass of wine.”

That sounded like heaven, so here I am, waiting patiently for him to open the door and let me in.

“Ready?” He asks when he finally cracks the door open. Just one of his eyes pokes out to look at me.

“Was five years ago.” I joke. He rolls his eyes. 

“Welcome to paradise, babe. Right here in Jersey!”

I grin as I step into the low, flickering light of the candle lit room. The smell is a combination of lavender and lemon. The bath is drawn perfectly and the warmth from it’s water fills the bathroom. Nico turned our towel warmer on to get our towels ready for when we inevitably dash out. He comes behind me, kissing the back of my neck as he gathers my hair up. He makes an awkward bun on top of my head, securing it with my purple scrunchie. 

“Ooo, that’s bad. Don’t let me do your hair when it matters.”

“Wasn’t going to.” I laugh as he works the tie of my robe apart. “Would ask Timo before you.” Nico considers and nods in agreement as he pushes the robe off my shoulders. He sighs when I’m naked in front of him. He brings me to the tub and steps in, then guides me to move between his legs. I settle back into his chest, feeling him grow hard beneath me. I look at him over my shoulder, gnawing on my lip aggressively as he hands me a glass of red wine.

“Thank you.” I murmur in appreciation. I lean back to rest my head against his shoulder, sighing at how good he and the water feel on my skin. I could stay here forever. I close my eyes after resting my wine glass back on the edge. Nico’s fingers trail from my hips up my stomach to my breasts. He holds them both in his hands, swiping the peaks into stiff points. My lips part with a pleasureful sigh.

“We’re gonna play tonight.” He whispers in my ear. “Wanna worship every part of you.”

“Okay.” I respond.

He plays with my nipples longer, letting the soapy water lap at them when his fingers take a break. I wiggle against his thick thighs, scratching my nails along them as he becomes stiffer against my lower back. His touch moves down my chest to glide between my legs. He fingers my opening then rubs a few, welcoming circles along my clit. A heavy moan falls from my mouth as he pushes my legs wider. 

“This thing waterproof?” Nico asks me, bringing my vibrator in front of my face. 

“Uh.” I sputter in surprise. “Yeah.”

“Can I use it on you?”

“Yes.” I whisper, eyes wide as he brings it into the water with us.

“Show me which setting you like.” He presses it against my folds and I suck in shallow breaths as I bring my hand over his on the device. It’s a clit focused vibe that has air suction with it. I turn it on, moving his hand back to adjust the intensity so we can build together. I feel Nico’s dick pulse against my back as I moan, setting the sucker over my clit. “Just hold it here?” He whispers into my ear. I nod, breathing in deep as he presses a bit further in. I jolt and he pulls back, sensing it’s too much. 

My legs widen further, one of them extending out of the bathtub. I dip further down Nico’s chest. The hair at the base of my skull gets wet as I dig my finger nails into his forearm.

“That mean more or less?”

“More. Next setting.” He increases one press and my loud moan rattles off the bathroom walls back to us. Nico grins into my hair, savoring the way I grind against the toy and his hand.

“That feel good?”

“Yeah. Ohmygod.” I yell, arching off his chest as his unoccupied hand comes to my breast. He rolls my nipple while biting my ear lobe.

“Mmm, good girl.” He praises. I’m gone after that. I shutter against the bathtub, pushing the toy away as I pulse rapidly. Nico drops it to the bottom of the tub gently rubbing my clit through the waves. 

“Holy fuck.” I moan to him as he kisses along my bare shoulder. I turn to capture our lips together.

“I’ve been wanting to do that to you for a long time.” He admits. 

“You should have asked sooner. I would have let you.” I murmur against his mouth. His tongue snakes out, lapping at me. He tastes like desire and red wine- my favorite things. I turn in his arms and work my way to straddling him. We make out. Nico’s hands trailing up my back. Between his touch, the orgasm, and the cooler air, goosebumps form along my skin. I shiver a bit, causing us to break apart. He lets me sit back further into the water, still mounted on his thighs.

“Maybe…We could have another first…” I trail off, smearing the bubbles on his chest as he places his wine glass back on the edge after a sip. His hands then grip my hips before trailing up to my ribs, just below my breasts. “Maybe I could feel all of you tonight?” Nico looks into my eyes, confused. “No condom.”

“Yes.” He says immediately, sitting up straight. “Yes and yes and yes.” I laugh as he leans forward to stuff his face between my breast, getting sudsed up in the process. 

“Nico.” I murmur, wanting him to think with more than just his dick.

“Baby, yes. We’re clean. We trust each other. We are in love. I want you pregnant with my baby as soon as possible. Just yes.” He knocks off all the worries I have in my head without them even being expressed. I bite my lip, not quite believing he’s real, even as his fingers run around to my ass cheeks, spreading them and working my hips into his hard cock. He’s just too perfect.

Nico stands, our bodies dripping obnoxiously as he walks us from the tub. He sets me on the bathroom counter, grabbing his towel and tossing me mine. We wipe as much water from us as we can before he’s hustling us into our bedroom. My damp back hits the comforter hard. I work my way up the bed as Nico follows me eagerly.

He strokes his head once through my folds then shoves himself deep. The feeling of his bare skin stroking mine is everything. I can’t even describe the feeling that rocks through my body. Nico shakes above me, mouth open to breathe as he watches my eyes. I bite my lip, breaking eye contact to groan in ecstasy. 

“Fuck.” He whimpers, breathing ragged as he strokes. It feels incredible, I agree, but I’m a little worried about how much his words quiver as he tells me how good I feel. He’s close already.

“Oh shit. Ah, I can’t. I’m sorry.” He pants abruptly from above, sliding out to come on my stomach. I purse my lips against the laugh at the way his face is distorted in pain and pleasure. “I’m sorry.” He moans as he strokes himself. I can’t help it and start to laugh, clasping a hand over my mouth to muffle the sound. “Oh god, now she laughs.” Nico hangs his head, squeezing his eyes shut with a final grunt.

“It’s okay. It’s hot. I came without you earlier.” I assure him, rubbing at his thick thighs. The hair there tickles my fingers as I stroke him.

“You felt so good, baby. Fuck.” He mumbles against my lips. He hovers over me making it hard for our lips to stay connected while he tries to not get cum on himself. “I’ll be right back.” He says, walking off to grab a towel. I laugh as he swipes along my stomach, digging into my belly button and making me cackle. He tosses the used cloth onto the floor, then comes back to give me a real kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” I say back to him, biting down on my bottom lip. I feel a little disappointed that it’s already over. We spent hours teasing each other for it to end without the ultimate high for me. “Wanna finish the movie?” I move to sit up, pushing those thoughts aside. Nico gives me a put off look.

“Uhhh… we aren’t done.” I look down at his softening shaft and then back into his face. I open my mouth to respond but then shut it again, not sure what to say. “Because I’m done we are done?”

“Well, yeah isn’t that usually how this works.”

“Not with me, baby. You’re not leaving this bed anytime soon.”

“Neeks, it’s okay you don’t have- oh.” I startle, snapping my head back into the pillow as his mouth moved between my thighs. He places teasing kisses all along the plumped lips. In the past, when old boyfriends would come early, that would be the end of this. Nico seems to have a different perspective. “Oh wow.” I whisper to the top of his head, threading my fingers through his hair. I pull his strands, mouth falling open to suck in a deep breath at the incredible circle his tongue forces along. I startle forward, quivering. He moans against my clit, making me buck harder into his face. His light stubble creates a friction that begins to slowly drag my orgasm to the surface. It’s incredible, deep and soft laps, then swift circles that make it hard to breathe.

Without me even asking, he slips his middle finger into my entrance, curling it up to hit the velvety spot I need him to. My abdominal muscles quake. I reach for his other unoccupied hand, placing it on my breast, so he can rotate my nipple between his fingers. I come hard against his lips, shaking into the tender kisses he leaves on my inner thighs. In a quick twist, he gets me to my stomach, then encourages my hips up into the air.

“I’m more than just a hockey all star.” He tells me as he strokes his plumped head through my sensitive folds. He’s rock hard, ready to dunk into the abyss again.

“Yeah you are, baby.” I groan as he slides in to the hilt. He’s so thick and deep. My head claps all the way back, lips parted and sobbing at the ceiling as he moves.

“Ugh.” He sounds tortured again. “You are so wet. Wish you could see how beautiful you look like this.” The slickness of me eases his thrusts and allows for him to pump deeper without any protest from my body. I reach around, gripping his wrist that holds my right hip. He leans forward, working his left hand around my stomach to press in a bit, making his cock feel so much deeper.

“Ooooo.” I breath out, quivering at how damn incredible he feels against my cervix. My teeth chatter in my mouth as Nico whispers in my ear.

“You’re taking me so good. Can you handle a bit more?” I nod and he presses deeper in. I become limp in his arms as my orgasm rocks through me. It’s so intense, Nico has to hold me up from collapsing off the bed. I pulse agressivly around him, pulling Nico off the cliff with me. He comes inside of me, smearing my walls unexpectedly.

“Shit. I’m so sorry.” He sputters for a completely different reason. He pulls out, stroking the last little bit of cum out of himself in a half ditch effort to save the moment. “I am so sorry. Baby. Shit.”

“Nico.” I reach around, holding his thigh so he can’t leave the bed. “I’ve got an IUD. We are good. And that was perfect. Don’t ruin it by freaking out.”

“I just.. I love and respect you and we didn’t talk about that being okay-“

“Consider this me saying it’s okay.” I grunt as I fall onto the bed, melting into the mattress and looking up into his face. “Tonight and every day after this. Don’t change a thing for next time.” Relief relaxes his shoulders and face. He looks down at me, eyebrows pulling together in adoration of me. My face is pink, hair curly from the dilapidated bun and our hot bath. My skin is peppered in gooseflesh from his strokes. “What are you thinking?” I ask. HE is quiet, eyes get deeper, fingers stroking at my face. 

“That I’m looking at the rest of my life.”

I smile back, knowing I’ll remember this moment with him forever.

[hongjoongscafe]

can I do a request for lowkey mean dom Seokjin with some really intense overstimulation/orgasms (or orgasm denial if that’s better?) bc it’s been a while but then he cracks into the softest, most indulgent sex bc angel really just wants to be as close to him as possible. Y/N is always a little weird to read so can you use cute nicknames? (angel/sweetheart/etc)

I hope you like it!😊 BTW, plz do keep in mind that I am writing these to improve smut writing. So if you think that something could have been done better, do suggest me!💓💓

Stay

Bitch hours

Pairing: seokjinxreader

Warning: overstimulation, dom!seokjin, rough talking, teasing, unprotected sex, cumming inside, cock warming.

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The two-month-long business trip kept Seokjin away from his sweetheart. Every day they talked to each other over video call but it could not fulfil his desire to touch you.

He has developed a habit of always touching you over time while living together. His touches were gentle and sometimes panty-dropping. He was very well aware of his actions and loves to get reactions out of you in every way possible.

And to be honest, you were a sucker for his hands on you, too.

Today, after so long, he landed back in his town and reached home. His mind was running widely. The image he received from you right after he landed.

You, his girl, were in the skimpiest of the lingerie. Your breasts were teasing him through that tiny cloth, pussy almost slipping out between your wide-open legs.

He was getting hard thinking about all the ways he could put both of their bodies to use. The passion of lust was running through his veins. Oh! He could barely handle himself. Even his assistant was sceptical of him being too silent suddenly.

When you heard the doorbell ring, you rushed towards the door knowing well that Jin was at the door.

“Hi—” your words were cut short by his mouth on yours, feverishly kissing your lips. His tongue entered your mouth when you moaned a little.

He picked you up and took you to your shared bedroom. He threw you on it and opened the robe you were wearing. The lingerie was a pretty maroon colour. It looked so sexy on your body.

Eyes you, he smirked, “the audacity to fucking tease me,” he said while opening the buttons of his dress shirt. “Sending me that picture knowing well how much I wanna get my hands on you? Shouldn't you be punished? Hm? For being a bad, bad girl?”

He moved closer to the foot of the bed and pulled you by your ankles. His hands opened your thighs and held them in place. A dark wet patch over the tiny thong was visible. “Your greedy cunt is already ready for me.”

“Don't tease me,” you whined.

Jin looked at you with a raised brow, “and you teasing me is okay?”

Before you could say something, he ripped your sorry excuse of the thong. You gasped. He stretched your legs further up and blew on your wet, glistening pussy. “Mmh,” you whined.

Jin chuckled deeply and licked your cunt. His lips found your clit and immediately started sucking it harshly. His teeth nibbled at it slowly. Your legs threatened to close but his metal grip was enough to keep them in their place.

He sucked sharply and released your clit with a pop and tongued your wet hole. He pushed his long tongue into your hole and fucked it like no end.

You were moaning like a broken tape and repeating his name over and over again. “Yeah, baby, that's right. Moan my name louder. Let everyone know who is making your good-for-nothing cunt feel so good,” his voice sent a vibration in your pussy, making it clench around nothing.

“Jinnie, more!” you clutched his hair and pushed his face deeper into your pussy. You grinded your hips against his tongue. Along with yours, his moans were getting louder.

After a little more, your thighs closed around his face, almost suffocating him, and you came undone on his tongue.

You were catching your breath after the intense orgasm but he didn't let you. Flipping you on your stomach, he stood behind you and quickly got rid of his pants and boxers.

Pumping his thick and long cock. He pushed it into you. He was painfully hard and needed the immediate warmth of your cunt.

Your wetness made it easier for him to slip in his whole length. He groaned and pulled his cock out until only his head was inside. His hands found a perfect grip on your hips and thrusted his cock back in with a force.

Your whole body jerked on his cock as he started picking up pace. The sound of skin slapping and your wetness turned you on even more, making you leak on his cock.

“Yeah, sweetheart, baby, that's it. Take me in like a bitch you are.” he was pushing you back on his cock making you moan and lose your balance. Your face was on the mattress.

Jin grabbed your arms and pulled them behind your back and fucked you good. Your cunt was swallowing his cock. “You got so kicking tight in these two months. Look at your pussy sucking me in. How greedy could it be?” he snaked his hand around and found your clit. Roughly rubbing your clit with his fingers.

“Jin!” you moaned. “I'm cumming!” It was too much to handle. His cock was hitting your cum spot and his hand on your clit was enough to empty your mind.

“Cum on my cock, love. Fuck, squeeze my cock good. Make it wetter,” he moaned.

With the last thrusts, you came on his cock with a moan of his name. He could feel your velvet walls trembling around him. He could feel your cum leaking on his cock.

Jin pulled out and turned you on your back and got on the bed with you. He kissed your lips with his plush and bitten lips.

“Miss you,” you whispered against his lips and kissed him. “Missed all of this and our time together.”

He balanced his body on his elbows and pushed his cock back in your cunt. You whined, your pussy was still recovering from the orgasm. But you didn't make him stop.

“Baby, I missed you so fucking much,” his thrusts were slow and much more intimate. You almost felt like you were invading something. “Gonna take you with me everywhere I go,” he sighed.

“Please,” you agreed. Your hands slid on his back and caressed it. His eyes were filled with love and passion unlike before those that were filled with only lust.

“Angel, you are so damn fine,” his lips traced your neck. “Can't stay away for long.”

“Want you more,” your back arched.

“Yeah?” he littered your collarbone with kisses. Decorating your skin with hickies. “What do you want?”

“You!” you moaned when he angled his hips perfectly and hit your favourite spot. It ignited something in you and made you cum without any warning.

“Fuck,” he groaned. His deep voice sent shivers down your spine. He placed his hands on the bed and hovered over you and thrusted more through your high.

“Hmm, fuck, too much– nngh,” you groaned.

“Cum one more time, baby,” his breath hitched and cock twitched inside you when you rubbed your clit and clenched around him. “Cum with me.”

After about five more thrusts and some harsh circles on your clit, you both came together. He filled you up with his cum to the brim, to the point that it started to leak while he was still around.

Jin tried to pull himself out but stopped him by wrapping your arms around him and holding him in place. His face was in your neck, sniffing your scent up.

“Stay…” you sighed, feeling content after having him close to you after so long. You twitched in his hold. Being overstimulated, your pussy was too sensitive. His littlest of movements were too much for now. In the end, he did make you cum four times.

“Wasn't gonna leave, sweetheart,” he kissed your lips a few times and then drifted off to take a nap with you already snoring lightly.

.....

[det395]

Can I ask what your WIP "sleepy girl" is all about plz? 👀

omg i’ve had this one basically completed for so long i should really try to finish it up to post. it’s a silly ‘un, basically i was thinking about how there is a lot of fanon about how Hannibal barely needs any sleep—which makes sense because he was a doctor and how else would he get all his murder hobby shit done?? BUT what if it was the opposite and he actually indulged in sleep just as he does so many other things? what if it was Will, the quasi-farmer who is up all night only to wake up at the asscrack of dawn the one that never sleeps? and what if, post-fall when they are living together for the first time, Will is just there like why the fuck is this man always SLEEPING. borderline crack-y but i feel very passionate about it.

tl;dr: hannibal being a sleepy girl

here is a tidbit:

He’d always imagined Hannibal to be hyperaware in all things, going as far to assume—when he allowed himself the fantasy—that an extended period of time together would be beyond stimulating. They’d always shared in their overactive and curious minds, Hannibal being the more proactive one of the two. The Chesapeake Ripper was an opportunistic hunter of the night, almost supernatural in his wielding of space and time, with a surgical degree behind him as practice.

Hannibal now was like a cat that had found a sunny spot and decided he never had to move again.

[breathplayed]

17, 29, 48, & 55 😁🫖

oh u GOT me got me lets go

(17) what is your favorite line you’ve ever written? babe plz this one is too hard..... there's too many...... I HAVE 920K WORDS ON AO3 AND ~50K INCOMING I DONT EVEN REMEMBER THEM ALL......... uuhhhhhhhh ok ok ill try to narrow a few down. it's all gonna be recent tho bc that's what i remember most + i have rly been indulging myself stylistically as of late lmao

for just ~pretty language~ my favorites rn are

"Jimin is almost too pretty to mar with mortal hands, but Jungkook finds desecration is half the fun when his hands slip lower" (folie à trois)

"Some floodgate inside him has broken, the last bastion of resistance crumbled, and now he’s a drowning man in the dead waters" (folie à trois)

“I love you,” he whimpers into Taehyung’s kiss like a prayer. Too devout; Taehyung’s hands and lips pause. Jimin’s own lip is already trembling, caught, so he lets the confessional spill like it’s the last Sunday he’ll ever see." (the losing game ch17)

"[Taehyung] used to dream, sometimes, after Jimin was gone, that he was holding him again, that he could crack open Jimin's ribcage and crawl inside to make a home beside his heart before they burned together." (the losing game ch5)

"Sometimes—in his darkest moments, on his worst nights—Jimin dreams about Taehyung carving over each and every one of his scars. Creating clean new edges to each of them, prying fingers in the wound to be as close as possible, rewriting their memories and meanings with a jagged, almost unbearable intimacy." (the losing game ch17)

"The graves we dig ourselves are often the deepest." (the graves we dig..... now thats a real throwback huh)

there's too much i could say for dialogue but.... i'm super fond of the hurtful conversations present!vmin have in tlg (especially ch14, i reread that a lot), ignite the stars ch5 (also reread that a lot), and also i love pretty much everything that comes out of taehyung's mouth in folie à trois lol

(29) give us a spoiler for one of your stories. answered here, but since this one could be answered multiple times i'll bite......... my queue tag ("i'm glad it was queue") is a play on one of my favorite lines in all of tlg that i have been excited about getting to for yeaaaarrrssss. no one but me knows the line yet (or how hurtful its context is) bc it's in one of the final chapters hehehe but it's "i'm glad it was you" ..... :')

(48) do you reread your own stories? the answer to this used to be a strong NO!!!! but that has actually changed in the last two years! i don't rly reread anything older (my writing style has changed so much + there's things i'd change about older fics esp <2020 so it's not an enjoyable experience to me, i'd just fret over editing it) but there's some newer fics i reread bc they are So written to my own taste. i think i really improved a lot getting to write a bunch in lockdown lol + started caring less about whether ppl liked the fic and just wrote for ✨Me✨ so several of those recent fics i'm happy with and do reread sometimes like a stupid idiot narcissus

The ones i've reread the most are "sit, stay" + "sea legs" + favorite parts of "ignite the stars" and my favorite parts of "the losing game". the other scattered pwp's since 2020 have gotten reread about twice each. and i recently reread WBIO for the first time since writing it in early 2020!!! mixed feelings on that one bc i felt like i would change some parts of it if i wrote it today but that's a sign ur growing and improving i suppose

(55) do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them? oh i have so fucking many 'WIPs' it's not even funny. there's probably like ~12 completely bullet point outlined medium length / longfics in my docs down to exact dialogue i'd write, and dozens more fic attempts that have a whole plot and ending. bc as soon as i come up with an idea i already immediately know how i want it to end. which gives me way too many Plot Bunnies that are viable to be turned into fics!!!!! two years ago i made a list of every idea i thought should at least see the light of day in threadfic form if not an actual fic and it came out to 30 fics lol (and that was cutting it down to the essentials)

the thing is, very few of my WIPs are ever 'abandoned' in my mind, it's more like... i put them in my mental freezer. on hold / on ice. and some of them are closer to the front and get taken out and rotated around and worked on more often, while others are shoved to the far back of the freezer as i say "i'll make that someday" and forget it exists til the next time im reminded of it. there's only a few that i'd actually toss in the trash (aka truly abandon and never work on again).

the ones that are definitely abandoned in that i know i dont Want to write them are all on the more domestic romcom side (think like 'meaner than mean' or 'i like us like this') i know people like those but they're the hardest thing for me to write, those were the most annoyed i've ever felt while writing, i would literally groan out loud working on them, i am rly only happy writing conflict/angst or pwp lol

tbh, if i were to be realistic with myself, i'd say most of these wip's are 'abandoned' in that i probably will never get around to finishing them. but i dont want to call them abandoned because i do like the plots, and think ppl would like them, and want to share them!!! i just think they would suck / not be fun to write. Maybe Someday i will do an archival effort and work on translating as many of them as i can into threadfic form so they see the light of day in some format and are no longer abandoned to rot in my docs... bc there's no way that most of them are ever going to be written the way i wish i could do them justice :') and then i can abandon them knowing that ppl at least got to read a vague outline of what could have been

fun fact: i opened the aforementioned list of all these ideas to count and on one of them, a fic i've been poking at since 2018, i have the note "finish this or die" next to it. guess i know which one i've picked atp 🪦

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Shitty imagines of the Bat Family

by blop_idop Noun: Imagine. Plural: Imagines. It was a phenomenon in Tumblr created by lovesick people who would immerse readers in a scenario in which they meet their favorite idol, character, or actor. It could evolve into dating, engagement, and even marriage! They skillfully created the imagines by posting pictures, or gifs, with a prompt that would signify the start of a blooming relationship. Now that we've defined what an imagine is... let me introduce you to: SHITTY IMAGINES OF THE BATFAMILY! where it's just the opposite... and it's just full of crack and my dumb humor... sorry PS: This is no hate towards people who enjoy imagines and like to read indulgent fics of Y/N. It's mostly to make myself and hopefully others laugh! plz don't try to kill me with your mind. Words: 1149, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: DCU, Batman - All Media Types, Robin (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen, Other Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Bruce Wayne, Duke Thomas Relationships: Dick Grayson & You, Jason Todd & You, Tim Drake & You, Damian Wayne & You, Stephanie Brown & You, Cassandra Cain & You, Duke Thomas & You, Bruce Wayne & You, Maybe more upcoming relationships will come like Alfred and Kate Kane Additional Tags: I have no excuses for writing this, No sleep deprivation, Not high or drunk, This is who I am and wanted to write, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Attempt at Humor, Fangirl, Dystopian work climate, Gotham being Gotham, More upcoming tags probably will come, Not Beta Read, obviously via https://ift.tt/9vwSOoh

[tres-fidelis]

⛄️ Jayden and Axl playing in the snow plz 🙏

CUTESY MEMES: Christmas/Winter Themed

⛄ - For our muses to build a snowman together.

The city always looked different when it was covered in a blanket of freshly fallen, white snow. It felt different too, as if everyone emerged from their own cocoons to enjoy the wintry atmosphere. The cold nipping at your nose, the biting chill sneaky beneath a crack between your scarf, but most importantly...it provided a limited time entertainment. Only a few months out of the year would humans, and Reploids, come to appreciate this phenomenon.

Luckily, for one of Abel's City's well-known media faces, she found the time to indulge in such leisure. And with one of her best friends, too. Their schedules aligned just right, giving them the opportunity to spend time together outside their respective workplaces. Who knows! Maybe Jayden could conjure up a feel-good story for the next column of Insidely's 'Cozy by the Fireside' anecdotes. This wasn't the time to think about deadlines or edits though, or anything work-related.

Time off meant time to herself. And for once, Jayden rather not think of the awaiting mountain sitting on her desk the next day. This was a day to herself, and with Axl too.

"Hey! Look over there!" A gloved finger pointed towards several young kids working together to build a large snowman. It wasn't as big as they hoped for, but nonetheless their warm smiles and joyous laughter meant mission accomplished. It almost looked like X...if you...looked at it from a different angle...or tilted your head a certain way. "Why don't we try our hand at a snowman? Or a snow Hunter even!" Her hand gently squeezed Axl's, both in excitement and eager anticipation.

Their day just started, and there was so much they could do together.

"What about a Snow Signas! I don't think we could...accurately build it to size but...maybe a mini snow version! Or we could try Hunter Zero too!"

[paint-music-with-me]

Bro.

Someone write a stupid crack patpran fic based on Sweat and Soap

😖😖😖

Please 🙏

[teamfortresstwo]

Tell me about your crack AUs

Current Swaps!

Valentino-Charlie

Vox-Vaggie

Velvet-Angel Dust

Husk-Cherri

Nifty-Egg Bois

Sir Pentious-Alastor

Katie Killjoy-Tom Trench

Almost nothing about the personalities change but the moral code definitely does! I’ve mostly just gotten what roles I want swapped down but not much about the actual story-

[plusonetm]

Feed me the todobowl or suffer

[shiro-hatzuki]

I know I have like no traffic on my blog most days, but if you happen to see this post, hello. I go by Shiro, and I have an ao3 account. It’s ShiroHatzuki on there. Currently, I’m working on Danganronpa stuff, but there are also some Hetalia works on there if you’re interested.

[unholyplumpprincess]

hi Peach! Could u write something where the reader finds Wattson touching herself to the thought of them and when she’s caught she gest super embarrassed but the reader is actually kind of into it and starts to tease and rile her up then literally destroys poor Nat with a strap >:3

Keep up the fantastic work! <3

Sure!!! We so hardly get to write Wattson around here!! Left out the strap part bc this got rather long as is!

Reblogs > Likes. Reblog if you hit like plz! Freely support more content like this if u like it!

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Natalie is a trans girl with top surgery but not bottom, lingo used for her is cock/dick, We love and support big dick trans girls in this establishment, reader is gender neutral and ambiguous

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It was supposed to just be for stress relief. Natalie so rarely indulged in things like this, normally she didn't have any urges! But after last match, it's an itch that needs to be scratched. After all, how couldn't she?

You and her had been on a trios with Dr. Caustic. His attitude had been pleasant the entire way through, an improvement she is happy about. You even managed to crack a joke at him without him threatening you! However, she couldn't take her eyes off you. The heat from King's canyon had been beating down all match and you were sweating through your top. Your unfortunately white top. Steadily making it see through.

It didn't seem you minded nor cared. Even sometimes lifting the bottom up to wipe at the sweat of your brow and exposing your abdomen time and time again. Then the way you'd shimmied up to her to set up your sights for sniping. The way you murmured in her ear after she took a shot, "Good girl. Nice shot."

It was meant to be a friendly thing. She's sure of it. And yet she's never ached harder in her too tight of a suit in a match.

~Rest under the cut~

Your voice murmured in her mind again and again. Natalie didn't even linger for interviews, clumsily stating she didn't feel well- heat sickness, she'd bluffed. She practically ran to her room, trying to shower off the feeling and that failing.

So she lied in her bed, tugging her blue fluffy pajama pants covered in aliens and 'I want to believe' etched in it down her thighs. Her white tanktop shimmied up and over her breasts. Her cock was already hard in her palm, leaking pre-cum as her mind tossed and turned 'Good girl' in her mind.

A moan helplessly leaves her, covering her mouth with her other palm and tossing her head as she begins to stroke herself. How would you do it? Slow? Surely, you would. Such a tease. You would kiss over her flesh, make her ache for your tongue. You had such a way with words, she wonders how your tongue would fair against her...

Her mind drifts to you rolling her over. Spreading open her cheeks and licking over her hole. If you would walk in and see her, if you would take her. H-how you would moan into her a-and-

"Nnh-" She whines into her palm, her other hand drifting down to squeeze her balls and squeezing her eyes shut tight. Your name whispers from her lips, her hand coming back up so she can lick her palm. Bringing her hand back down so she can fuck her palm. Imagining your mouth on her. How warm, how wet, h-how-

"Hey, Nat! I've been knocking and was real worried about you so I brought you some cold water. I thought I heard you say my name so I- oh!!" Your voice makes her freeze. Natalie's grip holds on herself, not having the sense to grab the blanket or tell you to shoo.

Big blue eyes look your direction, her freckled cheeks burning bright red. You're standing in the now shut doorway, water and a bag of cold snacks in hand. You're freshly showered too, and somewhere in her she wishes you didn't. Wanting to take in your sweat soaked appearance.

"I-I-" She starts, her heart pounding. But there was something so...erotic about this concept. Of being caught. It's not like she was oblivious either. She knew how you talked to her. The way you looked at her-

"So that's why I heard my name." You cheekily say, smiling brightly as ever as you set the treats to the side. Natalie whimpers as you approach, causing you to hesitate at the edge of her bed. "H-hey- is it okay if I help? Or do you want me to leave? I can pretend I didn't se--"

"No! No, no, I-I mean I- well, you-- well, I-I mean...I. I want you here. I would like for you t-to-- oh do not make me say it." Natalie whines, finally tossing her arm over her eyes in embarrassment.

Your laugh is a comfort, so casual as the bed squeaks under your applied weight. Your hands are cool against her skin, stroking up her thighs and gently. So gentle spreading them apart so you can look at her. "Hey, Nat, look at me. Please?"

"Mnnh." Her noise is embarrassed, her thighs quivering in your grasp. But she manages to peek at you, pulling her arm just a bit to see your smile.

"There's my pretty girl." You croon, watching as she slams her arm back over her face and making you laugh. "Oh so THAT'S what finally did it for you, huh? You wanna be my good girl?"

Natalie whimpers once more. Her hips jerking as your nails slide up her flesh, gingerly tracing over the electricity markings through one of her outer thighs. "So this scar really does go all the way down huh?" You tease.

The joke gets her. A laugh bubbling from her lips as she finds the courage to sit up. Looping her arms around your neck and pulling you down atop her to clumsily press your lips to hers.

Surely not the best or greatest way to admit mutual attraction. But better late than never.

And who would she be if there wasn't a shocking outcome?

[missallsundaes]

Spicy NSFW nb ace x reader x Marco plz?? <3

Written with reader in a trouple with Marco and Ace bc I'm self indulgent AF so I hope you like it Anon. I also went WAY WAY OTT and this ended up almost 2k words.

I did however fuck up and forget that you said NB reader so this is skirting the line. It’s a little too female bodied for me to say NB but please take my apologies as a fellow NB person! I’m happy to write you another if it’s not what you wanted xx Sorry Again, but I hope you enjoy it.

NSFW Marco x Reader x Ace

Kinks: drunken sex (all consenual), threesome, double penetration, light exhibitionism, light teasing, sloppy seconds

Ace was already peppering kisses on your neck, making you squirm in the chair you were sitting in, perched in his lap, faces flushed with intoxication and buzzing with the celebration of your crew's victory, several crew members around you in the saloon of the ship, chattering about the treasures that had been acquired and drinks flowing freely.

“How much have you had to drink?” Marco asked with a laugh, holding his own pint in hand and joining the two of you at the table. He watched Ace’s hands touch your hips, pulling your shirt up to flash a bit of skin as Ace’s firm callused hands trailed across your stomach.

“Only a little,” you lied, giggling as Ace hit a ticklish spot on your ribs, causing him to crack a smile and let his hands linger there, fingers twitching to make you laugh again.

Marco laughed, “That's not what it looks like, but as long as you’re happy.” He watched Ace’s hands move under your shirt, eyes greedily waiting to see your skin again.

“I can't wait to fuck you,” Ace whispered in your ear, his voice was low and husky and you could feel his dick hard against your ass from where you were say on his lap. His hand getting more daring under your top, touching your nipple gingerly, he looked up at Marco with a sultry, inviting look, their eyes meeting, you could feel the heat between your two partners, only enticing you more.

“I’m going to take you to my cabin and spread you open,” He said, making eye contact with Marco, “You can ride my cock until you cum all over me.”

“C’mon Marco… Join us?” You cooed, leaning over and touching his chest softly, pleading eyes meeting his, “We both want you.. It's been a while since I’ve had you both at the same time.”

“Maybe,” He said, leaning against his arm on the table, with a smile that confirmed his interest more than his words could. Before he could follow you as you got up, Thatch came up behind him, patting him on the back roughly and beginning a conversation about some of the moves that Marco had pulled off in the battle.

You smiled at Marco with a wink, letting him have his conversation with Thatch, You leaned over as Ace stood behind you, kissing Marco’s ear, “I hope you’ll join us,” You whispered in a hushed tone so Thatch couldn’t hear, “I want to be filled with your cock.” You barely finished your words before Ace picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, making you shriek and giggle in delight as he carried you away to his Cabin.

Reaching his room, he tossed you to the bed, kicking off his boots and dropping his shorts to the ground, wasting no time in climbing on top of you, your mouths crashing together in intoxicated ecstasy, tongues messily dancing together as he pulled your shirt up to touch your skin, his hands hot and comforting against you. His hands on your chest, touching your sensitive nipples. You moaned into his mouth as your tongues played together in sloppy union. You could feel his smile in the kiss, and he pulled apart from your face for only a moment to pull the shirt from your head, his onyx hair falling over your face as he leaned further to kiss and bite at your neck, littering your skin with love marks, kissing the purple welts on your skin after he left them behind.

You could feel his hard cock against your thigh, his hips moving against you for friction, rutting against you like a horny virgin, making himself moan into your neck, his position making his hat fall off his head and next to you on the pillow.

“Ace take my shorts off I’m dying here,” You moaned, rolling your hips to hump against him.

“Yeah? You want me that bad?” He groaned at you, sliding his hands to your hips and swaying both of your hips together in time before sliding your shorts down to your ankles where you kicked them off onto the floor. His hands found your slick opening, thumb teasing over your clit as he slid two fingers inside you, curling them up to touch you deeply. He was messy and still inexperienced, drunken state not helping much, but his fingers still felt so good inside you, the warmth from his hands lighting a fire inside you as you moaned for more.

Your hands found his hair, curling into his dark locks as you made half lidded eye contact with your boyfriend, hips rolling in time to his hands. “I want to fuck you, Ace,” you purred, “I want to ride your dick so bad,” Your dirty words had a crimsion blush spreading on his freckled cheeks.

“Yeah, baby?” He said, sliding his fingers out of you and over your clit, rolling the bundle of nerves between the tips of his fingers. He grabbed your hips and rolled you over on top of him, letting you take the lead.

You leaned over for one more kiss, taking his hat and placing it on top of your head as you sat up and positioned yourself over his cock.

“God, you almost look better in my hat than I do,” He laughed, breath hitching at the end of his sentence as you slid his cock into your waiting hole, moaning out as you began to ride him, hands on his chest, gripping his strong pecs for leverage as you let your hips rise and fall on him, leaning over just enough to get the perfect amount of friction on your clit as you did.

You heard the door open behind you, and heard your other partner chuckle as he closed it behind him. Ace was too engrossed in rocking his hips into you, his hands on your hips and head rolled back to the headboard, but you turned to look at Marco with a grin.

“Come Fuck me, Marco,” You moaned, rotating your hips to offer him your ass, reaching a hand behind you to lewdly spread your cheeks for him.

“Couldn’t even wait 10 minutes for me?” He laughed, “The two of you fuck like rabbits.”

“You’re always welcome to join,” Ace grunted between thrusts of his hips upwards into your body.

Marco stood next to the both of you, undressing and letting his clothes join yours on the floor, his cock standing at attention for only a moment before you and Ace both took a hand to his cock, naturally and without words, hands lacing together over Marco’s member and sliding together to the same rhythm as your hips. You leaned over, taking his head in your mouth, tongue rolling over the precum at the tip of his cock. You let your hand fall back to Ace’s chest, taking more of him into your mouth, Ace’s hand holding the base of Marco’s cock steady for you as you sucked greedily.

He pulled away, and you felt the weight of him on the bed behind you as his knees positioned between Ace’s legs and you felt the head of his cock against your ass, anticipation welling inside of you as you slowed the rocking of your hips to allow Marco to join,placing his hand over Ace’s on your hips, their fingers lacing together and taking your hip between them, both bracing you for Marco’s entry. He slid into you, letting you adjust to his cock in your tight hole before they began to move in unison, matching their paces together, building speed gradually as they both fucked you, soon the air was alive with the cacophony of the moans of the three of you enjoying your time together.

Marco’s other hand found your breast, fondling you while he pumped into you from behind, His neck bent for his teeth to meet your shoulder, leaving his own marks between the ones that Ace had left.

“I’m not,” Ace groaned breathily, “going to last much longer.” He barely got the words out before you felt his body tense below you, before his cock twitched inside of you, coating the insides of your cunt in his hot seed. He groaned loudly, his hand entwined with Marco’s gripping you tightly as he came, his body shaking from his orgasm.

“Don’t worry,” Marco said, breathily into your ear, “I’ll make sure to make you cum.”

“Sorry,” Ace moaned, though he never lasted long.

Marco pulled out of you, and you laid in the bed next to Ace on your back. Marco pulled your legs up over his elbows, his dick expertly finding your hole and sliding into your awaiting cunt, combination of his skill and the position letting him hit your sweet spot. You let out a gasping moan, “Oh fuck Marco, right there.” Ace leaned up to kiss Marco as he fucked you, their lips meeting each other hungrily as Ace pawed his fingers through Marco’s blond hair.

Marco’s hips met your body at the perfect pace, winding you up and causing the swell of an orgasm building in your body, Ace’s hand found your body through his kiss with Marco, thumb on your clit and fingers pressed against your mound to aid in your orgasm, creating the extra pressure against your g-spot. The orgasm hit you suddenly, not with the warning of the building peaks that you normally have, but with a crashing wave like a tsunami inside you.

“Oh fuck,” You cried as you came, “Marco-- Ace-- I’m coming.”

“Come for us,” Marco said, keeping the perfect pace to let you ride the high.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Ace said breathily, giving your clit extra attention and making you groan louder under their attention.

“Fuuck,” Marco moaned, your tightening cunt around his cock milking him into his own orgasm, filling you for the second time tonight with hot cum inside, rocking his hips to the spasm of his cock as you finished your orgasms together.

The three of you collapsed on the bed together, Ace facing you and Marco spooning you from behind, both of them peppering your skin with soft kisses. Their arms reaching not only to hold you, but each other as well.

“I love you both so fucking much,” You mumbled softly, beginning to feel yourself slipping into sleep.

“I love you too,” They both said in unison, causing them to chuckle and nuzzle into you, before you fell to sleep between your partners.

[ozetia]

hi hi can i request the nsfw alphabet for terushima plz 👉🏽👈🏽

also i just followed and i love ur stuff !!

Thank you lovely ^.^ sorry this is late!

Terushima NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare

Terushima always tries his best to look after you after sex but sometimes he does struggle, he likes to share out the responsibilities he does the cleaning and you get some snacks. Although he does go over the top with compliments but that’s in his nature.

B = Body parts

He loves his cock (sorry for it being blunt but it’s true) he gives you so much pleasure from using it that he’s content with it. Sometimes he just wants you to cockwarm his cock when you have time it makes him feel like his life is extended by 2 years.

His favourite body part of yours is your thighs. He can lay on them, he can sit on them and he can thrust inbetween them when your poor cunt is sore and tired. He loves squishing your thighs and most of his presents consist of thigh highs.

C = Cum

He likes to cum on your thighs and stomach. There’s nothing more sexy than watching his cum run down your stomach sometimes not makes me want to go for another round.

D = Dirty secret

He secretly wants to buy you roleplay costumes so he can indulge in his maid x master fantasy however he’s too scared to ask and every time he tries talking to you about it he turns into a stuttering mess.

E = Experience

Unfortunately unlike the fuck-boy persona he has he’s never been able to pull a girl in his past. He’s learn from first time experience with you and hearing his other companions stories.

F = Favourite position

Terushima loves doggy style not only can he see your ass but he can always see your thighs jiggle from the power of his thrusts.

G = Goofy

He’s intense and serious during sex, he relies on your moans to know if he’s doing well although after he cracks a few jokes and apologies.

H = Hair

As terushima is a hairdresser don’t blame him if he comes in the bedroom with a star shaped pattern in his pubes, he’ll claim it’s the new fashion statement and he’ll want to do yours too. There’s nothing more intimate than a couple with matching pubes.

I = Intimacy

He keeps eye contract directly with you and never leaves your face. He tries to be intimate using his words but it always comes across as cringy.

J = Jackoff

He struggles to jack off without you there beside him he prefers mutual masturbation than sitting in a room alone trying to imagine your face. He jacks off 2 times a week. If he’s feeling in the mood and you’re not there he’ll wait for you to come home.

K = Kink

He has a daddy/ master kink, if you ever want his attention all you need to do is call him one of these names.

L = Location

Terushima keeps all things in the bedroom, he can’t risk someone seeing you after all most people in the neighbourhood are his clients. He also loves the thought that no one else gets to see you like this in the bedroom and only he has the chance to do this.

M = Motivation

You being in the mood turns him on he swears your pheromones will be the death of him. He’s a simple man he sees you and his cock is hard no questions asked.

N = No

Wax-play is a no - there’s too much of a risk that he’ll hurt you.

Breeding - he hasn’t got enough money for you both to take part in a family lifestyle. He’s not a big fan of kids to begin with so he’s rather not take the risk.

O = Oral

He’s half and half he likes receiving and giving oral. He’ll never turn down pleasure that you want to give him and he’ll never let you go without any.

P = Pace

Terushima pace is brutal and harsh. He likes to be fast and direct. He wants you to cum faster than him and so he makes this happen.

Q = Quickie

He likes quickies as much as he likes normal sex both give off the same amount of pleasure but there’s just a lack of time. He takes what’s offered to him with open hands.

R = Risks

As explained he doesn’t like to take risks. He hasn’t really looked into kinks in the bedroom so it’ll take him time to get introduced but as time goes he’ll be willing to take risks.

S = Stamina

Terushima is energetic therefore he’ll last an average of 40 minutes to an hour and a half. He also keeps a record of how long he lasts.

T = Toys

Probably doesn’t even know you own one until you tell him. Does he get self conscious yes but does he grow out of it and let you use it yes.

U = Unfair

He doesn’t like waiting as it also delays what he wants so he’s not big on teasing. But if he’s in the mood to tease - which is a 5% chance then he will tease you.

V = Volume

Unfortunately Terushima thought that if he voiced his pleasure it was less manly off him after he passed this stage he moans along side you just as loud as you. It’s not obnoxious he just wants you to know that he feels the same.

W = Wildcard

Terushima has more than once hit doggy style on you in his friends apartment out of pettiness.

X = X-ray

He’s of average height and a big on the lanky side so his cock is on the average side of 5-6 inches he’s not girthy but he has a beautiful curve in his cock which is just 👌🏻

Y = Yearning

His sex drive is hooked onto you sex drive. So whether your sex drive is insane or just average his will be the same.

Z = Zzzz

He likes to sleep the exact time as you although half of the time he sleeps earlier and you can’t blame him poor boy tries so hard to make you feel so good and he does so well. He deserves beauty sleep

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Shitty imagines of the Bat Family

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/9vwSOoh by blop_idop Noun: Imagine. Plural: Imagines. It was a phenomenon in Tumblr created by lovesick people who would immerse readers in a scenario in which they meet their favorite idol, character, or actor. It could evolve into dating, engagement, and even marriage! They skillfully created the imagines by posting pictures, or gifs, with a prompt that would signify the start of a blooming relationship. Now that we've defined what an imagine is... let me introduce you to: SHITTY IMAGINES OF THE BATFAMILY! where it's just the opposite... and it's just full of crack and my dumb humor... sorry PS: This is no hate towards people who enjoy imagines and like to read indulgent fics of Y/N. It's mostly to make myself and hopefully others laugh! plz don't try to kill me with your mind. Words: 1149, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: DCU, Batman - All Media Types, Robin (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen, Other Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Bruce Wayne, Duke Thomas Relationships: Dick Grayson & You, Jason Todd & You, Tim Drake & You, Damian Wayne & You, Stephanie Brown & You, Cassandra Cain & You, Duke Thomas & You, Bruce Wayne & You, Maybe more upcoming relationships will come like Alfred and Kate Kane Additional Tags: I have no excuses for writing this, No sleep deprivation, Not high or drunk, This is who I am and wanted to write, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Attempt at Humor, Fangirl, Dystopian work climate, Gotham being Gotham, More upcoming tags probably will come, Not Beta Read, obviously read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/9vwSOoh

[softyoongiionly]

Talk to Me in Korean (Advanced Edition)

Your boyfriend’s English is basically better than yours at this point.

After an amazing birthday, he decides to use his newfound skills to get ahead and begin planning next years celebration.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Genre: established relationship au, domestic au, idol! jk, this is a part three to my other talk to me in korean installments but they don’t have to be read in order :)

A/N: Hiiii I’m back??? Hopefully??? This past month has been ROUGH (but like 2020 am I rite?) so I’ve been having a ton of writers block but as always, Jungkook has a way of pulling me out of all of the that. I’m sorry this is like my 50000th domestic jk story in a row ok??? I CANT HELP IT, ITS HIS FAULT. okiii anyway I love you, it’s 3am- this is unedited and im so sleepy. I love you again. 

Warnings: smut (18+ only plz), more so dirty talking than anything but stillll 

Fresh coffee.  

It’s the first thing Jungkook smells when his eyes peek open.  

His flush against the white cotton of the pillow that still holds the scent of your shampoo.  

He literally can’t help the grin that erupts onto his lips as he remembers exactly how the night before played out.  

As he remembers exactly where he is.  

He remembers that his members had organized a surprise dinner for his birthday party which included the finest selection of meat, veggies and various other side dishes money could buy.  

Not to mention, they ended the evening the introduction of a giant banana milk themed cake.  

Despite stuffing himself till near immobilization as well as being surrounded by his best friends, nothing could have prepared him for his final gift: you.  

The boys had flown you in from out of town and organized for your arrival in the middle of the party.  

Jungkook may have shed a few tears as nothing could have made him happier than seeing his beautiful girlfriend pushing through the doors of the venue.  

Once the boys had gone to home, Jungkook had taken you up to his room to finish off the evening with birthday sex.  

Predictable? Maybe.

Did either of you care? Absolutely not.  

It had been 3 months since the two of you had seen each other and he was nothing short of desperate for your touch.  

Now however, he’s experiencing a different kind of bliss as the smell of bacon begins to waft in through his cracked bedroom door.  

His smile broadens as he realizes very quickly that the same beautiful woman who had made his birthday so special had woken up early to make him breakfast.  

He cannot begin to imagine how lucky he is but, he plans on using his day off to show you how much he appreciates you.  

In a million different ways...

Running a hand through the raven locks on his head, he pushes himself to a sitting position. Upon doing so, he notices the faint red marks over the valleys and curves of his stomach whilst simultaneously feeling a hint of pain across the middle of his back. He smirks to himself and curiously runs the tips of his fingers over the aggravated flesh of his stomach.  

What a night...

He finally stands up, moving his body in every necessary direction to stretch out the soreness in his muscles before taking note of his current attire.  

Given the events of last night, it surprised him that he had even managed to pull on the pair of white boxer-briefs that currently adorned his figure. He assumed he had fallen asleep naked.  

Jungkook experiences a pivotal moment then, completely on his own.  

He realizes that he doesn’t want to put anything else on.  

To some people, this wouldn’t be a big deal but to Jungkook, its everything.  

When he first travelled to Seoul, he was too shy to remove his shirt in front of his hyungs, let a lone strut around the dorm in his boxers.  

But with you, he’s finally starting to realize that not only is he comfortable with you but, he has a massive desire to express that to you.  

He wants you to have parts of him that no one else has.  

He wants you to know that you’re the only one who gets him this way.  

Without the fancy clothes, the layers of makeup, the band aids on his tattoos, the carefully scripted words and persona...

That you alone have all of him.  

He chuckles to himself, running a hand through his hair once again as he picks on himself for making such a big deal out of something so small.

But he knows that you’d get it and that quickly squashes any of his desire to make fun of himself.  

As he approaches his bedroom door, he feels the ghost of nerves directly in the pit of his stomach.  

Why was he nervous? You’ve literally seen him naked before.

He’s been inside of you more times than he can count so why was he overthinking going out to greet his girlfriend in his boxers?

He rolls his eyes at himself, “Because you’re weird, that’s why...” He mutters to himself before finally pushing open the door.  

His kitchen is off to the left, slightly tucked behind a bit of wall and he is annoyed with the layout of his apartment because he is getting in the way of immediately seeing your pretty face.  

When he does see you however, it’s entirely worth the wait.  

You’ve got a portable speaker set up a safe distance away from your work station emitting a bit of soothing music throughout the kitchen along with a pot of fresh coffee on the island with his favorite Iron Man mug sitting right next to it, awaiting his arrival. There’s a few pans on the stovetop sizzling with various breakfast items that Jungkook doesn’t care to notice at first because his eyes are far too concerned with you.  

And boy does he desperately wish that this was his daily life...

Your wear minimal clothing as well but there are fuzzy socks on your feet and a bit of bedhead adorning your crown and that’s really all that he needs to see to conclude that you are the most fantastic thing to ever grace the planet.  

“G’morning...” He nearly mumbles, placing a hand on the counter.

He ensures his voice is soft enough not to startle you and thankfully his presence emits nothing more but a smile from your lips.

You turn towards him with the same smile, eyes raking over his body shamelessly before returning his greeting, “Good morning birthday boy. Did you sleep ok?”

He chuckles lightly, his head cocking to the side in confusion, “My birthday was...yesterday yeah?”

Your smile grows at his question as you make your way over to the sleepy man before you.

“It was.” You concede and as you near his figure, you slide your hands around his waist, “But I wasn’t with you the whole day so, I’m trying to make up for lost time.”

Immediately, he grins boyishly his capable hands sliding up your body to pull you flush against his.

“But you already gave me so many presents...” He insists, leaning towards your lips, “Remember last night?”

You take a moment to admire how good his English has gotten and silently applaud him for managing to lead such an incredibly busy life and learn a second language all at the same time. You try your best not to vocalize your praise to often though because you know how shy it makes him.  

Before you can answer, he presses his lips to yours, humming gently in his throat and promptly smiling into your mouth.  

As you indulge in him for a moment your fingers gently brush the tan skin across his back. Your touch sends a shiver up your boyfriends back which then gives you no choice but to return the smile present in your kiss.

“Duh...” You murmur which prompts a delighted chuckle to escape his mouth, “How could I forget? You were like superman last night with all that stamina...”

Your observation causes your boyfriend to frown playfully as he points to the mug sitting atop the counter.

“Not superman- Iron Man.” He insists, still holding you close, the warmth of his presence infecting you.  

With a snort, you pull back slightly to catch the glint in his eyes, “I don’t know how me comparing you to Ironman would make much sense babe but, if you want to be Iron Man then how am I to deny you?”

Jungkook smirks, already satisfied with his response before he’s even uttered it.

“I’m like Iron Man because he is a machine...” He wiggles his brows at you, “...and so am I.”

After the look of incredulity that crosses your face, you have no choice but to laugh, leaning slightly away from him to indicate that you have to head back to your breakfast before it burns.

“Alright fair enough-” You concede, still giggling a bit as his grip tightens on your body, his own beautiful smile still present on his mouth, “I gotta finish cooking, or else we’re gonna have burnt bacon for breakfast.”

He shrugs, unimpressed as he uses his inhuman strength to hug you tighter,  “Bacon is bacon.”

This prompts more laughter as he reluctantly walks to the stove with you, your body still encased in his grip.

“I can’t cook with your mega muscles constricting my arms-” You point out, craning your neck slightly to try and meet his gaze, a ghost of a smile on your lips, which is still locked onto a mixture of mischief and joy.

With a furrowed brow he leans in slowly before pecking your lips quickly and finally releasing you, “What is constricting?”

His question is asked from near the coffee pot, his hands gingerly moving his mug closer to him.

He is VERY careful with this particular mug.

“Constricting is like when you squeeze something really really tight-” You explain softly, taking the now well-done strips of bacon out of the pan before laying them on some paper towels.

He’s pouring himself a cup of coffee, his eyes narrowed in focus as he nods, “Ohhh ok- you mean like how snakes do?”

“Yeah exactly!” You smile brightly, turning towards him with encouragement on your face, “that’s why we call certain kinds of snakes constrictors because that’s how they kill their pray. Honestly, it wasn’t the best word choice on my part because, people definitely use the word squeeze more but-”

He shakes his head then, his eyes still focusing on preparing his cup of coffee, “It doesn’t matter- you taught me another new word without even trying to.” He assures you before a cocky smirk comes across his face, “I bet I know more words than Namjoon-hyung now...”

His comment makes you laugh as his competitiveness is something you adore despite the fact that you don’t fully understand it.

“Oh for sure, you probably know more words than I do honestly, with how often you practice.”  

Jungkook smiles broadens at your praise, his eyes finally flitting up towards you, “Probably.”

He laughs along with you now, the sound of your giggling sending warmth into his heart as he brings the mug to his lips.

“You’re a brat.” You point out simply, still smiling because you literally do nothing else with this kid as you begin to fry up the last batch of bacon.

Suddenly, you feel his presence behind you, his strong arms wrapping around your waist whilst his nose burrows playfully into your neck, “Noooo an angel.”

Snorting again, you pretend his lips near such a sensitive area doesn’t affect you as you continue with your current task, “An angel? What on Earth would make you think that?”

Your teasing prompts a bout of snickering to leave his lips as he hugs you tighter to him, the soft scent of his hair sending a wave of comfort through you.

“You call me a good boy all the time...”

Although his comment is meant to be innocent, the way he intentionally lowers his tone causes your thighs to press together.

“I do,” You admit, trying to keep it together as you crack a few eggs into an awaiting pan, “I don’t know if that makes you an angel though.”

Jungkook senses the change in your voice and rather then shy away from the direction the conversation is heading, he decides to go with it.  

“That’s true-” He murmurs and it’s then you can feel the smirk against the curve of your neck, “Especially since you only call me that when I’m making you cum huh?”

This causes your eyes to grow wide and given that your flirtatious boyfriend is staring at you already, there is no way for you to hide it.

So instead you play along, enjoying this new side of him more than you care to admit.

“Exactly.” You mutter, giggling to yourself as you feel a bit of heat on your cheeks, “Go set the table or something- you're going to make me burn the kitchen down.”

With a cheeky giggle, he seems satisfied with his mission to fluster you, placing a kiss to your cheek and rushing off to do as you’ve asked him to.

Breakfast passes without any more of Jungkook’s reckless behavior and you’re thankful for it because, you sincerely doubt that you’d be able to focus on your plate when you have a foul-mouthed buffet sitting across from you.

Jungkook insists on helping you clean up whilst also reminding you once again that his birthday was yesterday and that he doesn’t want any more special treatment.

All he wants is to be with you today.

You honor his request by sitting up a massive mountain of pillows and blankets in his living room and situating yourselves in front of his flat screen.

With the curtains closed and the scent of Jungkook’s sea breeze candle wafting throughout the room, the two of you begin watching a movie together.  

However, halfway through the movie, the plans begin to morph into something else entirely.

Armed with newly found confidence, your boyfriend begins kissing you, his hands making their way towards your hips.

The pace of your breathing picks up rather quickly when he suckles your bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling against the swollen flesh.

“For my birthday- next year...” He whispers into your mouth, eyes fluttering open as he nudges your nose, “I want to kiss you all day.”

His request causes you to smile, your hands slowly sliding up his neck to tuck into the hair at the back of his head, “Whatever you want.”

Your response causes his eyes to sparkle with mischief once more, delighted at how willing you are to give him whatever he wants, “Oh- it’s whatever I want hm? Just like that?”

The way he’s speaking to you makes you a little light headed and rather than try to reign back his bout of authority, you decide to run with it, “Just like that.”

Your response is spoken into his mouth, the kiss between you breaking so he can maneuver you onto your back. For a moment, he braces his hands on either side of your head, his perfect body hovering over you, with only the long strands of his hair and the thin silver chains around his neck reaching for you.  

“What if-” He grins before grinding his hips against you, the swollen bit of his boxers rubbing against your clothed core, “I wanted to be in here all day? Would you let me?”

Through the waves of pleasure, your eyes squeeze shut for a moment before you nod, your fingers beginning to wander up the outsides of his forearms.

“Whatever you want...”

His grin is stable but the pace of his breathing is quickening, indicating his excitement.

He wants more out of this conversation though and decides to press you further.  

“Would you let me put my face down there all day too? You wouldn’t have to cook for me if you did...” He points out before his grin morphs into a smirk as he leans down towards your lips, “I’d get full off your pussy wouldn’t I?”

The switch in languages also indicates his level of arousal as his mentioned before that English is far more difficult when he’s wrapped up in his emotions or in this case, his desires.  

Using your nails, you lightly tickle your way up to shoulders tugging playfully to see if he’ll come to lay down on you fully but he doesn’t budge. He merely chuckles and grinds against you once again.

“Patience...” He parrots a phrase that you often utter to him when roles are reversed in the bedroom and the glimmer in his eyes informs you that he is eating up your reaction to him.

“But I want you...” You whine to him, hoping his thing for hearing you speak his language will be enough to break his resolve but he isn’t ready to give in just yet.

“That’s too bad jagiya, I’m not finish planning my birthday just yet.” Jungkook whines mockingly in return, the innocent curls framing his face contradicting his salacious demeanor, “I want to know how many marks you’d leave on me- maybeeeeee...” He draws out the word as his teeth tuck into his bottom lip, “25? One for every year of my birthday?”

Since attempting to tug him down didn’t work out, you decide to wrap your legs around his waist to further some sort of contact between you two.  

“Twenty five? Your stylists would kill me...” You point out giggling, pushing your now damp panties against the swell of his length beneath his boxers.  

Rather cockily, Jungkook snorts and leans down once again to brush his lips over yours, “I don’t give a fuck what the noonas say, they know how to cover me up and, even if they can’t- people are just gonna have to deal with it.” Another smirk forms on his mouth before he sucks your bottom lip between his teeth, “it would be really hard for them if they fired me don’t you think?”

You gotta admit, his new found attitude is turning you on. It’s not like Jungkook to be so cocky, despite the way some people may think and although you know for a fact that he’s putting it on for you, you have no problem sucking it up anyway.  

“Definitely. BigHit would have hell to pay...” You concede, your words slightly muffled due to the current location of your bottom lip. Once more your hands tangle their way into his hair and you take advantage of this position to kiss him, hoping that will be enough to convince him to drop the teasing.  

He kisses you back with enthusiasm, his lower body relaxing slightly as more and more of him presses against you.  

“You’re wet.”  He whispers, his eyes still closed whilst he continues to peck at your bottom lip, “Are you ready for my dick now?”  

With his inquiry, he grinds against you once more, sending a shiver of pleasure up your spine.  Your surprised that he spoke the second sentence in English as he usually would have switched fully to Korean at this point.  

“Namjoon’s really been rubbing off on you lately...”  

This insignificant comment lights a fire in Jungkook’s chest and prompts him to quickly pin your wrists above your head. His features hold a bit of disapproval but, mostly they hold that competitive look that is so uniquely Jungkook.  

That “I’m going to win just to show you how good I am” kind of look.

“Why does everyone assume that Namjoon is the most perverted huh? Just cause he talks about it the most? He writes a few dirty lyrics and talks about porn and suddenly he’s the only one who wants to fuck? Jagiya- do you want to know why I look so distracted all the time?” He giggles in an almost maniacal fashion, a dark smirk prominent on his lips as he cocks his head, “It’s because I’m usually thinking about fucking you. Everyone always thinks I’m so shy- so innocent, but you’d let them know huh jagi?  You’d let them know how fucking dirty I am wouldn’t you? I don’t think ARMY could handle it if they knew the truth...” Jungkook offers that same type of laughter once again before kissing you once more, “Now answer my question- are you ready for my dick now?”

His words and behavior stun you a little bit but mostly it just sends more arousal to your core and ruins your odds of putting these pair of panties back on when the two of you are done.  

“Yes sir...” You giggle, saluting him playfully as you wrap your legs around his waist again, “I’m so ready for you- please? Can I have it?”  

Your pleas work immediately on your boyfriend, who is already struggling with his level of arousal and before you know it, he is fucking both you of you into orgasmic bliss.  

It’s over too quickly but it’s the kind of fuck that you know it going to prompt a round two.

Or maybe even a round three or four if you’re lucky...

Jungkook’s head is on your chest now, his arms hugging you tightly to his body, his post-orgasmic glow riding him of any of his previously cocky attitude.  

“I like this.” He murmurs, licking his chapped lips and nuzzling between your breasts.

You smile fondly down at him, “Cuddling?”

He shakes his head, his eyes beginning to flutter shut, “Not just cuddling- but you, being here, at my house with me.”

With a kiss to his forehead, you use your free hand to brush his hair from his eyes, “I like being here with you too.”

There is a bit of color that finds it’s way to Jungkook’s cheeks as he utters a suggestion, “You should stay here with me. I will move my stuff around for you...”

It’s such a simple notion and yet it nearly moves you to tears but before you’re able to breach the topic further, his eyes fully close as he relaxes his weight completely.  

Without clarity regarding whether or not he can hear you, you utter your response into his hair,

“Sounds good, roomie.”