#record scratch record scratch record scratch record scratch

[sherlocking-out-loud]

after seeing this I was expecting a voice over like *record scratch* "you may be wondering how we got into this mess" 😂

[hoonipies]

looser virgin sunghoon nexttt

警告: HEAVY DUBCON!! mention of sex toys, cheating, anal mentioned, porn mentioned, ass fingering, sunghoon is just a terrible person here, Percy sunghoon, crying, rough sex, filming without consent. 𝒱.. went crazy here..heh.. ok on a serious note whne I think of loser hoon I think veryyy different from loser Jake.

Park sunghoon x fem reader

Loser virgin hoon who watches too much porn for his own good. Needs the release of an orgasm or he can’t function.

Loser virgin hoon who knows he’s not a virgin because of his looks, it’s more so his shitty personality.

Loser virgin hoon who jerks off to videos to girls using a dildo while fingering their ass. Fantasizes about doing it to you one day.

Loser virgin hoon who loathes your boyfriend.

Loser virgin hoon who has tabs and tabs of porn on his computer— not caring to delete them.

Loser virgin hoon who invites you over to his house, says he wants to ‘study for exams’ but he secretly locks the door to his room when you’re distracted.

Loser virgin hoon who bought sex toys just for this moment, just for you.

Loser virgin hoon who tells you the password to his computer, smirking to himself when he sees your face upon opening to an anal porn video.

Loser virgin hoon who comes up behind you to watch the video with you, whispering in your ear “could you take it like that?”

Loser virgin hoon who pushes you in his bed ignoring your pleas to stop. Forcing you face down ass up.

Loser virgin hoon who uses the ropes he has in his sex toy drawer to tie your legs, making sure you’ll take him all.

Loser virgin hoon who seethes his surprisingly huge cock inside your pussy, the stretch making tears form at your eyes.

Loser virgin hoon who moans at feeling a pussy for the first time, the way you clenching around him is addicting.

Loser virgin hoon who gets turned on by your squirming and tears falling down your face.

Loser virgin hoon who degrades you as he pounds into your pussy:

“fuck! Do you ever stay still”

“Shit, take this dick ngh—yea your made for fucking”

Loser virgin hoon who pulls out his phone, starts recording your ass recoiling.

Loser virgin hoon who threatens to send your boyfriend the video of you moaning around his cock if you try to scratch him again.

Loser virgin hoon who rubs an experimental finger on the rim of your ass—before slowly pushing it past your hole.

Loser virgin hoon who groans at the feeling of your ass being even tighter than your pussy.

Loser virgin hoon who’s still recording, this time pushing two fingers inside your ass while his cock continues to stretch you out.

Loser virgin hoon who cums inside you, pulling out and bringing his phones camera up to your gaping hole.

Loser hoon who leaves you a mess, tears streaming down your face, hair tangled voice hoarse.

Loser hoon who decides he’ll fuck your ass, next time.

Loser hoon who’s no longer a virgin anymore.

[djotummy]

how dare he!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[lin-sterling]

noble arse needs a-scratching

you aren't exactly subtle buddy

[cinnamanz]

do u have any smau recommendations preferably ones that are completed? Love mamma mia keep it up ☺️

completed smaus... scratches head so far i only know like one katseye author whos finished an smau bc i fear i dont read too much on here anymore

love me like a friend - @cineatros (completed)

iwh2bmx - @yvesismywife

love on a wire - @ninguitar

ready, set, spike - @aijunbi

oh my god - @jenscx

perhaps, even this @edamameimei

two steps behind - @rosiehrs

off the record - @kiiwiola

irl! - @xdanisgfx

be my baby - @lascvitae

definitely missed more (theres so many works out there now im so happy) but here r the ones on the forefront of my mind❤️

[pittsick]

GOTH TASHI HEADCANONS.

cw: +18. mdni. degrading-adjacent teasing. orgasm denial. strap-on sex. marking. mirror sex. sensory play. light bondage. possessive behavior. aftercare. religious & occult imagery. power imbalance. power play. clothing kink.

pairing: goth!tashi x gn!partner

taglist: @blastzachilles @lvve-talks @jordiemeow @222col @soulxinxthexsky @diyasgarden @jinxedbambi @lexiiscorect @religionlost @bluestrd @jclolz22 @destinedtobegigi @imperishablereverie @lovefaist @shahabaqsa0310 @prismozo @jesuistrestriste @grimsonandclover @nozhdyved @yardofbrunettes @hangels @sweetheartfaist @lacelottie

🕷️ ── She works at a vintage record store tucked between a tarot shop and a dilapidated art cinema. She alphabetizes everything by vibe, not by artist. You learned this the hard way when you tried to find The Cure under "C."

🕷️ ── She never wears the same makeup twice. One day it’s smeared black eyeliner and red wine lips like she crawled out of a Bauhaus music video. The next, she’s wearing ghost-white foundation, hand-drawn crucifixes beneath her eyes, and metallic shadow that makes her look celestial and unholy all at once.

🕷️ ── She has a sex drawer full of lace gloves, harnesses, scented oils, and a velvet blindfold. Everything smells like roses and sandalwood. She ties your wrists and murmurs poetry while she rides you, slow and torturous.

🕷️ ── Her bedroom is a gothic dreamscape. Heavy black velvet curtains. Candles of every size melted onto plates. A wrought iron bed covered in torn black lace and wine-red sheets. Dead roses in glass bottles. Posters of The Craft, Interview with the Vampire, and Nosferatu. One corner is reserved for a little shrine to Mercury retrograde.

🕷️ ── Tashi leaves marks intentionally. Long, red scratch trails down your back. Lipstick kisses on your throat. A bite on your inner thigh that lingers for days. She wants you to flinch when someone else touches you there.

🕷️ ── She uses her strap like a spell. She takes her time—soft at first, almost reverent. Then she pins your hips, fucks you deep and slow while her nails dig into your chest, telling you how sweet you look falling apart.

🕷️ ── She reads with religious intensity. Her favorites: Anne Rice, Clive Barker, Sylvia Plath, Baudelaire, and anything with erotic vampires or tragic women. She underlines passages in red ink and folds corners like wounds. You once found a pressed flower between pages of The Picture of Dorian Gray.

🕷️ ── Dates with her mean sneaking into cemeteries at night, slow dancing to Dead Can Dance under the moon, or reading erotic vampire fiction aloud while sharing a clove cigarette.

🕷️ ── She’s secretly soft about animals—especially black cats, rats, and moths. If you bring her a rescued crow with a bent wing, she’ll cry and name it after a Romantic poet.

🕷️ ── Corset play is essential. She’ll have you lace her in slowly, kissing your knuckles as you tighten it, then sit on your lap and make you come in your jeans without taking a single layer off.

🕷️ ── Her wardrobe is an exquisite graveyard of lace, leather, and velvet. Think floor-length skirts, crushed velvet slips worn over torn fishnets, corsets laced with silver ribbon, Victorian blouses with puffed sleeves, and thrifted black wedding veils. She layers textures like a spell — every outfit a soft form of armor.

🕷️ ── She is obsessed with symbolism. Wears crosses and rosaries as fashion. Draws pentagrams in her notebooks. Keeps bones in jars on her bookshelf. Her apartment has tarot cards pinned to the wall and antique mirrors that she insists are "not haunted, just misunderstood."

🕷️ ── Her aftercare is as intense as the sex. She kisses every mark she left. Cleans you up gently with warm water and a silk cloth. Wraps you in her oversized lace robe and reads you poetry while you come down.

🕷️ ── She treats friendships like blood pacts. If she lets you in, you’re in. She’ll walk you home at 2 a.m., hex your ex without being asked, and stare down anyone who looks at you wrong in a bar. Her loyalty is unshakable, but earned.

🕷️ ── She doesn’t party—she haunts. At clubs, she’s the one in the corner booth, dressed like a Victorian widow, sipping absinthe and watching everything with lidded eyes. She never dances unless the song is slow and sacrilegious.

🕷️ ── Tashi has control even when she’s bottoming. She’ll straddle you, lip between her teeth, rocking her hips just enough to make you lose your mind—and if you speed up or touch her without permission, she stops. Smiles. “Again,” she says. “And I’ll leave you like this all night.”

🕷️ ── She gets off on your desperation. She loves holding eye contact while you're begging for her touch—just watching, perfectly still, lips parted, letting you squirm while she decides if you’ve earned it.

🕷️ ── Journals constantly but never lets anyone read it. Leather-bound notebooks, covered in sigils and dried flowers. Some pages are poems. Others are just names, underlined. No one knows what that means.

🕷️ ── She gives orders in a calm, unshakable tone. “Hands behind your back.” “Stay open for me.” “Don’t come until I say.” She never raises her voice—she doesn’t need to. There’s so much gravity in her control, you obey without thinking.

🕷️ ── Overstimulating you once you’re already a mess. The moment you come undone on her strap, she doesn’t stop—she holds your hips down, fucking you through the trembling, grinning when your moans turn to whimpers. “You don’t get to stop until I do.”

🕷️ ── She likes leaving black lipstick kisses stains on your body. Not just for the aesthetic—though she does take a photo sometimes. But she loves the mess of it, the intimacy. She’ll kiss down your chest, your thighs, your stomach. You end up looking like a canvas she painted just to prove you’re hers.

🕷️ ── She brings you weird little gifts. A pressed flower in a book about death. A mix CD labeled “for when it hurts sweetly.” A Victorian ring she found at the flea market. She never explains why—just hands it to you with that unreadable look in her eyes.

🕷️ ── Tashi doesn’t say “I love you” often—she shows it in rituals. Lighting a candle before you come over. Making you tea without asking how you like it. Brushing your hair after a bath. Curling up beside you with a book and no words because your presence is enough.

🕷️ ── She rides you slow while holding your jaw. Doesn’t let you close your eyes. Doesn’t let you touch her at first. Just rides you like worship—one hand braced on your chest, the other dragging across your throat, eyes locked on yours. She comes hard and quiet, then kisses your lips like a reward.

🕷️ ── She’ll do your makeup while straddling your lap. Black eyeliner, dark lipstick, fingers under your chin. She smirks when you fidget and whispers, “Hold still, angel. You’ll look divine when I’m done with you.” And you do—because everything she touches turns into art.

🕷️ ── Tashi believes love is a haunting. You don’t just love someone—you possess them, bleed into them, echo in their absence. So when she holds you at night, skin to skin, her breath at your throat, she’s not just cuddling you. She’s imprinting.

[paramythas]

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒, 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 'said' is beyond funny, Neo only blinks back, as if unsure what to do with the reaction. Chuuya having a sense of humor about anything still feels as rare an occurrence as it gets, but it also (sometimes) feels a little bit like a trap. Like something meant to lower her guard. Neo only shrugs in eventual response, grateful that he at least has the sense not to expect her to want to deal with a kid.

(Or maybe it's that he doesn't trust her enough with it, but that's fine too.)

Even so she can tell when she's being prodded at with the last bit, his smug little expression and teasing tone meant to incite her to some kind of displeasure. All she gives him in return, rather than the annoyed bristling he might expect, is a rather unamused look, her hands raising slightly.

You don't pay me enough to deal with someone else's kid.

Not that Neo would be any more inclined if the kid was Chuuya's (and imagining that gives her a momentary mental detour that almost makes her cackle) but even so. On the list of things Neo is willing to do for cash, babysitting is so far down the list it may as well not be an option at all. So rather than dignify his poking at her with a real answer, she gives him a little wave of her hand in dismissal. He might as well go now, before he gets in trouble or something right?

Or before the kid does, which she thinks is probably worse.

I'll let you know if I find someplace worth visiting. Just don't forget about looking up classes!

The question has him blink at her. Once. Thrice. After a moment, he almost sputters into a small laugh under his breath, closing his eyes for a moment.

"Did I ask you to help?" It's, of course, a rhetorical question. He didn't, therefore he wasn't. Maybe some people would play that sort of passive-cry-for-help game, but he wasn't one. He was a lot more direct than that.

He was a little bit humored by the insinuation though. It's actually a bit funnier for the fact she doesn't know Elise, but he thinks if she did her reactions might be the same, or maybe even more adamant.

"No offense but if I was gonna beg for help on this, you're not exactly top of the list." No, he'd probably appeal to Kouyou first, but she was probably already busy if Mori hadn't asked her already. Then probably Tachihara... Gin, if he couldn't do it. Higuchi. Hirotsu, if he was particularly desperate enough to bother the old man with it. Akutagawa... maybe, if the guy isn't in the kind of mood to slice someone's head off if they look at him wrong. Kajii--

No, definitely slash out that last one. Lemon bombs and Elise are a bad combination that's likely to end up in an incident. He's way too easy to enable into chaos.

So Neo might be a little higher than him, at least, on the basic principle she's probably not going to make anything in town explode.

"But hey, if you're so eager to volunteer, I wouldn't say no..." He's entirely joking, but at the risk of getting something thrown at him (can't be anything worse than other things that've been thrown at him in the past), he's sure the reaction will be worth messing with her and poking her ire a little.

[theroomundermountjustice]

honestly I think tim would see his own obsessiveness as one of his best traits. like the whole batfamily is obsessive to a certain degree, but Tim’s specific brand of obsessive paired with his acute attention to detail is one of the things that gets him the most successes with his personal challenges, which I think would make him inclined to lean into it

I just also think, paired with own struggle for recognition from his role models and his slight identity struggle, his obsessive studying of others would end up manifesting in him becoming kind of a copy cat.

like, imagine him noticing one day that, while flashy and eye catching, dicks movements are also incredibly streamlined and efficient in loving him quickly from location to location. Tim’s already been a fan of the flying graysons for years, so when he decides that he should study some of dicks moves, the stockpile of old recordings of the circus act and the patrol recordings he has access to makes for great study material. Tim’s watching those recording every free second, and training every day to get more flexible, more fluid—until one day he’s on the field doing all of dicks old moves without even thinking about it.

and of course, it serves him well to have a varied skillset, so he picks up some more skills. maybe he integrates some of Jason’s kickboxing style and some of Bruce’s own grappling moves or maybe he leans into what shiva taught him more. he probably doesn’t even stop at movements, he’s probably able to channel a little bit of others personalities when in conversation. Maybe at Wayne galas when trying to charm investors, he imitates Selina’s cadence and tinkling laugh, or maybe he channels cass’s grace when asked to dance

and I don’t think anyone really notices until theyre in a fight one day, maybe the others are overwhelmed and there’s something on the other side they need to get to. Batman is already calling through the comma for everyone to retreat—this isn’t worth risking their lives for, they’ll regroup and attack again another day—but tim can see what they need right there

“Robin, there’s no chance you can clear the field quickly enough to get to the objective—“ Batman is scolding, seeing the keen look in Tim’s eye

Tim isn’t standing down though, and instead straightens up, doing what the family quickly recognizes as the warmup stretches dick always does before patrol. “You’re right, I can’t clear the field. But nightwing could.”

And dick is gearing up to say “a little tied up here” while fighting off four people at once, before he realizes—that’s not what Tim meant.

Tim is flying across the battlefield, doing flips that are so nightwing it’s like looking into a mirror, fluidly moving between and over people like it’s nothing. And he’s right. using nightwing skill set, he makes it perfectly to the other end of the field, fast enough to do what they came for without a scratch.

I think it’s only afterwards, when they’re back in the cave that dick breaches the topic, and Tim’s only response is a shrug and “I studied”

[mintedwitcher]

Hi! I don't know if you've been asked this before, but what would be your ideal scenario for the Bucktommy reconciliation if it happens in S9?

ooooooh good question.

okay, ideally, I would love to see them try to be friends first. because they both very obviously miss each other, but given their recent fallouts, they're both a little too cautious to try getting back together yet. so they try to be friends.

it goes terribly, of course.

in a parallel to madney, they basically act like a couple again, despite insisting that they're Just Friends this time. they don't talk about their dating lives with each other, but they'll fish for that info from their mutual friends (poor Chimney has never felt so used and so powerful at the same time, bc now he's got blackmail on both of them). Tommy just about loses his mind when he hears that Evan went to his first gay club in WeHo alone. Buck beats the station's punching bag near to breaking when he hears that Tommy's got a dating app profile on his phone. (neither of them realise the important part here, which is that neither of them are dating anyone else)

this goes on for a while. until eventually--

here's where I'm conflicted. there are many ways for the actual reconciliation to happen that I would really enjoy (NDE, tricked by Chim, one of them just finally taking that leap of faith, etc) I just don't know what I want for canon.

all of the options have their perks, and all of them are potentially interesting stories, I just don't know what would be better. additionally, they all have their drawbacks. an NDE could simply sweep all of their canon troubles under the rug and ignore them (leading to problems in the relationship further down the line again). being tricked back together by Chimney could look stale or overdone, since that's how he got Hen and Karen together. one of them taking the leap of faith could come off as a hollow mirror of their breakup scene, especially if nothing has actually been resolved between them first.

it's all just... very conflicting. and I can't even predict what canon might do this time. hell, for all I know, they might put bucktommy back together off screen over the hiatus and we start season 9 with them already reconciled. (for the record I would hate this the most)

I think though, out of everything... I think I prefer the "leap of faith" idea. give me Buck planning and preparing an elegant dinner at home, stressing about his outfit and the flowers he'd picked up to put on the table. give me Tommy nervously but earnestly listening as Buck rambles for at least twenty minutes through the meal about their friendship and how much it matters to Buck. give me Buck apologising for trying to jump too fast last time, and understanding now that Tommy isn't some perfect Cool Guy, but that Buck still wants him. petty jealousy and bitter fear and all. give me Tommy quoting Love Actually and Buck totally missing the reference despite having seen the movie and Tommy declaring they're watching it again for their second date. To which Buck will ask "Second?" and Tommy will gesture at the table, all done up, and the food, cooked from scratch, and Buck, in his nicest outfit, and say "Well, this is our first."

yeah. give me that.

[nozhdyved]

hi charlieeeeee congrats on 100🥳🥳🥳 I would like to request d from the sfw alphabet for my beloved husband patrick zweig

whoooaaa whaaaaat i had noooo idea u would send this !!!! ! !! and whwhaaaaattt u wanted it to be artrick but forgot to send it in the asssskkkkkoommmgggw haaaaatttt how did i guess????? ?//??? Lol i love u dumber thanks for sticking w me <3

The sun filters in through thin curtains, making the rumpled bedsheets glow. There's a record playing somewhere, smooth and slow. An old Troye Sivan track off of Blue Neighborhood. The walls seem to expand with every new addition, whether it's a framed photo or maybe a poster that Patrick sticks up with putty.

The kitchen is messy and lived in. Dishes spilling out of the sink from the night before, pots stacked up in the cabinets, so precarious that if you open the door, they'll spill out and crash on the floor. Art just laughs and picks them up, stacking them evenly while Patrick will bend down and kiss the top of his head. "You're a saint," he murmurs, while Art swats at his calves.

The morning smells like bacon and flowers. Patrick's humming in the kitchen while he tends to the stove, while Art's in the backyard. He's grown a small garden, just fruits and veggies with a few flowers, but it's something he's proud of. Something that he can tend to, and it can give back to him. Something that isn't tennis. He brings in fresh strawberries, smacking Patrick's ass playfully when the brunette takes one.

"I haven't washed those yet, you know. You're gonna have a gut full of... bugs and dirt," Art said, as if his boyfriend wasn't already a health risk to society.

Patrick just laughs, kissing Art. He tastes like sugar and fruit, like all the sweetest things of the morning all wrapped up into a warm human body. "I'll risk it." And he isn't just talking about the strawberries.

They take their plates to sit on the couch, legs tangling together underneath a ratty blanket that Nana Donaldson knit for Art when he was first born. Patrick teases Art for it, but Art's caught him being extra careful with it when he washes it.

The windows open and sun slots in, filling the house with a mellow energy that seemed to turn tense muscles into relaxing limbs, the two men melding deeper into one another as they giggle and talk about the dreams they had. Patrick's toenails aren't trimmed, and when he scratches against Art's thigh, the blonde snaps at him. Art's begun growing his body hair back out, and the fuzz on his legs tickles when he moves along the couch.

It's comfortable and lazy, slow in the way they move and easy in how they love. And love, they do. Simply.

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[spaciebabie]

im a scrub and im tryna holla

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Adam and Lucifer ended up back at the Manor after the gala, with the Lilith shit show aside it was a wonderful night.

They made love and just spent the whole night together.

-

In the morning, they were going to go to the hotel and tell everyone the good news of their engagement, Adam even texted Abel to bring Lydia to make it easier.

When they got there, everything looked normal. Lucifer smiled when he found Charlie.

Lucifer: Charlie!

Charlie: Dad! Oh my goodness you'll never believe who showed up last night! Mom!

If a record had been playing it would have scratched.

Lucifer: ..... She showed up here already huh?

Charlie: Yeah!..... You don't seem excited.

Lucifer: She came to the gala last night.... Things didn't go well but I'll explain that later okay? I wanted to tell you and everyone the good news.

Charlie smiled: What's that?

Lucifer couldn't contain himself: Adam and I are engaged.

The A Show

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

“I’m sorry Adam I never should have lied to you.”

Adam sighed as he knelt in front of his small friend: It’s okay, I forgive you Lucky.

The yellow puppet stared up at the large man with hope in his plastic eyes.

Lucky: You do?

Adam smiled gently as he ruffled his red wool hair: Of course because I can see that you are genuinely are sorry for your actions.

Lucky seemed relieved until Adam said this,

Adam: But Lucky you need to understand that lying hurts people. Even if you don’t mean to. To them it makes them feel as though you don’t value them.

Lucky: Oh….I would never want to make my loved ones feel this way.

Adam: I’m glad that you understand, just promise me one thing.

Lucky: Sure!

Adam: Please don’t lie to me again.

Lucky: I promise Adam.

Adam opened up his arms and the puppet all but flung himself into them, wrapping his soft, fuzzy arms around his neck.

Even if some of it was acting, one could see the gesture was nothing if not genuine.

“And that’s a wrap people!”

With one final squeeze Adam let go, grinning down at the little puppet as it grinned back.

Lucky: Soooooo?

Adam: Soooooo?

Lucky: Was I convincing enough?

Adam: You did great buddy.

Lucky have a little cheer for himself before merrily skipping away. Adam then got up and stretched. As he did so his stomach rumbled to life after a full day of filming he was starved.

He walked over to the exit where leaning against a wall, a hell hound no older than fourteen, looked up from her phone.

Lydia: Hey, ready to grab some grub?

Adam: You bet I am.

Lydia: We still hitting the taco trucks?

Adam: Sounds like a plan kiddo.

Wrapping an arm around her shoulders he led his hellhound/daughter outside to get themselves lunch.

[whimsyvixen]

He's so pretty, I want his Egyptian dick down my throat

(I already know, I suck at coloring but it's the effort that counts 😭)

[otrtbs]

i love being a part of james potter nation and i first and foremost am a james potter nation girl and i love belonging to james potter nation and blogging about james potter with other james potter nationers

[mittland]

something so hilarious about this image. their blank stared slay

[kendyroy]

very obsessed with the thought of wade coming home and logan sniffing someone else’s scent on his man and switching into jealous boyfriend mode