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Imagine laying on your back, with one leg thrown over III’s shoulder while he’s pounding into you, one hand wrapped around your throat. Then while you cum on his cock he leans down to your ear to whisper “good girl” before emptying himself inside your pussy.
hot take, and please understand that i love and respect him so much, but those suits john mulaney wears do so much of the comedic weight-lifting for him, it is un-believable.
i mean, here comes in this sweet-lookin white boy, in his tight little suit, all starched collar and neatly steam-pressed lapels, with a face like every high school valedictorian your mom wanted you to date, and he smiles and looks you dead in the eye, and says, “eat ass, suck a dick, and sell drugs.”
of course the crowd loses its goddamn mind. what a fucking icon.
Oh what the hell?...
was scrolling through the jack mcphee tag on ao3 who wants to see the worst fucking thing i have ever seen
Freak Show Talk | 3racha, lmh
𝙭𝙭𝙫𝙞𝙞𝙞. 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝, 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚
! fwb, free use ft. all, fujoshi fem reader, poly, enm, angst, smut, dead dove do not eat. <1k wc. 18+ readers only !
「Contents List」 「Act 1」 「© Dec 2023 by jl-micasea-fics」
Changbin’s pin leads you downtown, to a storied building by dusk.
It’s stuffed in amongst a street of others just like it, vibrant signs for cram schools and cafés and offices for let splashing colour on the dull concrete. You text Changbin as to your arrival, and several minutes later, he emerges from the main entrance, a snapback pulled low over his eyes. His smile is irreverent; on approach he looks as though to embrace you, yet thinks twice on account of the publicity.
“It’s good to see you,” he says, hands tucked in his pockets. “Come in?”
Your heart races. “Sure.”
He leads the way inside and up several flights of stairs, the view of broad shoulders and slim middle and peachy ass so prime you feel like you should be paying for it. Fuck, he’s so edible.
At the third floor, he takes you through a heavy metal door. With no expectations, the studio setup you walk into a pleasant surprise; it’s small but well presented. Soundproof foam lines the walls, glossy hardwood floors are chic. Sound mixing equipment is arranged around a recording booth, a standing microphone with a pop filter takes centre stage. A leather corner sofa is draped with a black hoodie—Changbin’s, you assume—and the man watches as you take it all in.
“Wow.”
You wonder if 3racha record here. Maybe there’ll be traces of them somewhere—
“This isn’t where we record, just so you know,” Changbin says.
Oh.
He laughs softly. “Nah, we go to the label for that. This place is mine. Like, my personal studio.”
“You own it?”
“It was a rental at first, but when we made it big I took it off the owner’s hands. Pretty cool, right?”
“It’s awesome, Bin.”
Your gazes meet across the small space; a blush colours his cheeks. Your mouth waters with urge to bite them.
“You want to sit?” he asks, gestures to the small sofa.
You nod and do so, the leather cool on your skin. Changbin takes the desk chair and wheels his way over, adequate space maintained, much to your disdain. Silence settles, as does the awkward, and that’s valid, you suppose. You’ve not seen each other since Hoe Records, and that was; well. He came on your back. So—
“You look good.”
You scoff a laugh. You were doing chores before you left the apartment, and did so in a rush. God knows how sweaty and unkempt you appear. “Liar.”
“Hey. I don’t lie. You always look good.”
“Always?”
He grins. “I mean; maybe I'm a little gutted you didn’t turn up in uniform this time.”
Just like that, it all comes back. The little black box creaks open and it’s a sensory tide of his hands on you. His mouth on you. Ghosts of memories that shorten your breath and prick at your skin.
“I’m sorry for going quiet,” he says. “Especially after...”
“You don’t need to apologise.”
“No, it’s not cool. I don’t want you to think I'm like that. I wanted to see you again. Wanted to see you every day, actually. I just... couldn’t.”
You wait for the elaboration. His leg bounces uncharacteristically.
“Things got heated with Chan.” He bites his lip. “I had to let it cool off.”
I know.
“I told him about us.”.
I know.
“He got pretty upset.”
“I’m sorry.”
Changbin shrugs. “Don’t be. I’m not. We did nothing wrong.”
Oh?
“So... Chan really gave you explicit permission to have sex with other people?” you ask.
He frowns. “Of course.”
Not to discredit him, but you want to ask if he’s sure, if Chan truly understood what he agreed to, if anything could have been misconstrued.
“You think I’d have fucked you behind my boyfriends’ back?” he asks incredulously.
“What? No, I just—”
“That’s cheating. You think I cheated?”
“I just don’t understand how Chan could be so upset about something he agreed to. I mean; he would have known it was coming. He would have been prepared. At least in part. I’ve been thinking about it, and the way he’s acting, it’s like… Did he feel ambushed by it all? Did he say yes to you but mean no? I don’t get it.”
Changbin’s gaze falls, his jaw ticks.
“It just doesn’t make any sense,” you add with a sigh.
“It’s you.”
“What?”
He leans forward, elbows on knees. He speaks softly, but his words lance your chest one by one, each drawing blood. Each fucking painful.
“It’s not that he doesn’t want to us to have sex with other people. It’s that he doesn’t want us to have sex with you.”
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𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚, 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ♡ 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙠𝙤-𝙛𝙞 ♡
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Officially in the terminated group hi 😂👋
fine line!namjoon returns but this time he’s frustrated. oc still hates him. they still have great rough sex. short smut scene for now lovelies. we’re still on the big joon agenda. listen to moment by victoria monet
Namjoon fucks differently when he’s frustrated. There’s a hardness in his thrusts that leaves you breathless, pussy pliant for his desires. You let him take it what he needs, back glued to your sheets, the sheen on both your skins golden in the amber lights that illuminate your room. It’s the lick of his warm tongue against your skin that has you jolting, hips colliding into his. Your neck is still tender from yesterday’s ventures. Namjoon knows this but he still presses his tongue there regardless, fingers greedy when they dig into your waist. He holds you there, makes you take every sure piston of his cock, the sounds of your meeting reverberating throughout your room.
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fingering w suguru 🍰
“look at how much yer cummin all over my fingers..”
he pulls out your cunt, making you whine at the loss. he presses his hand in front of your face, watching as your mixture of slick and cum pools down his fingers.
“you really like them that much?”
“m sorry suguru.. sorry f making a mess..”
he chuckles lightly, before plunging his fingers back into your warm cunt,
“if you really were sorry, ya wouldn’t be this wet.”
( SMS:🌹) When are you home?
( sms: unknown # ) when i hear your voice ( sms: unknown # ) call me?
May i ask...what is snowballing?
Snowballing is passing cum back and forth between two or more people's mouths.
Does anyone else occasionally forgets that John is married?? 😂
Like one day, I was making up scenarios with the characters and suddenly I was like "damn (surprised affectionate), John is married"
John Constantine: what was the one thing I told you NOT to do?
The justice league: raise the dead
John, ready to commit a war crime: AnD wHaT dId YoU dO??
The justice league:...raise the dead
John: *screaming*
Danny, confused, running on .04 hours of sleep, and Low key ready for death part 2, electric boogaloo:
Listening to Danny Gonzales, laughing over terrible memes, the usual Wednesday
I'd like to point out that if it was actually one of his 'mates' he would say their name.
"we made these playlists on Spotify, me and Oli"
"We made these playlists on Spotify, me and my [mate]"
“I normally put this, uh, we’ve got a couple of playlists on Spotify that me and my mate have made so i just throw one of them on, but yeah it kind of depends on the mood yeah”
— What kind of songs do you listen to? is it the same song or does it just depend on your mood? - Louis for BBC Radio Sheffield - 05.02
you could start by coming closer.
"Like this?” She stepped closer, far closer than any unmarried lady ought to be to a man, and stared up at him from beneath dark lashes, a coy expression masking her anticipation. She narrowed her eyes, a subtle smirk on her lips. It felt strange that another human could have such an allure, such a magnetic presence to them. Anne prided herself on being independent and self-sustaining, and yet she found herself falling for his words like a siren song. “Then what?”
she’s a 10 but doesn’t know how to regulate her emotions and goes from super obsessed to completely cold