I'm Addicted - Tumblr Posts
I'm gonna be replaying Jedi Survivor soon!
I'm up to post about anything! It'll be here and there tho'...and of course I'm playing it through PS5...
so dress to impress dr anyone ?
Cup
I drank a cup,
I drank a cup,
A cup of coffee I drank.
Another followed,
The next I swallowed,
Yep, an addict, that's what I am.
being the girlfriend of a rapper had its perks and for so many reasons…like the obvious of being thrust into the limelight, the notoriety of being the infamous eren jaeger’s arm candy or even fully funded shopping trips and island getaways at your disposal. But the one they never told you about was the alternate use of that expensive jewelry he always wore.
y’know, the obligatory custom chains, buss downs and Cuban link necklaces that almost every artist in the industry had. They were gorgeous and he even copped you your own to match his fly..but your favorite? the set of glistening gold grills, wrapped around the bottom row of his pearly whites…
sitting pretty between his pouty, pink lips, decorated with diamonds and twenty four karats, you’d catch faint glints of them shining from below as his head was sandwiched between those thick thighs; the band of his gleaming AP resting against your skin as he cradles his arms underneath you.
long acrylics strung through the wefts of his long brown hair, keeping his head steady as you drag that plump pussy all over his open mouth. “oooh, mmphm..right there, baby. Yesss..”
crying out in a fit of bliss, your neck rolled backward onto the ‘R’ inscribed headrest from the front seat of his Wraith. Your legs spread to their max as they draped across the door and seat. YSL heels and a two thousand dollar tennis anklet dangling by his ear serving as motivators to keep going…
to keep dragging that wide tongue across your folds and lapping up the constant flow of cream, colliding with the VVS’ scattered around his teeth. Every suction, slurp and sip more intense than the last but it’s not as if you could stop him!
“…quit playing and lemme have it, mama..you taste so good f’ me.”
after all, it’s his favorite treat and you’d never deny him the pleasure of making you nut in his mouth…not when he looks so fucking sexy doing it. knowing it drives you crazy when he flicks it across your swollen clit, smirk on his face and the diamond studded fangs peak out of the corner.
a greedy lover as he is a passionate one, a straight eater and he doesn’t come up until he feels compelled. Even when you’ve painted the bottom half of his features with sweet slick…damn near detached those pretty chocolate locks from his scalp and even stained his grills with all of your cum.
he can’t help himself from meeting that mound and fat lips with more sloppy kisses, making all types of sounds while doing so. while you’re gazing at the stars plastered on the ceiling, you feel yourself become full with his fingers and the one or two tears streaming down your face from the immense pleasure multiply.
“my baby wants to come, I can feel it..are you gonna give it to me..?” questioning so sweetly and rhetorically, almost in a cooing like tone that gets you every time. you meet the gaze of his gorgeous green eyes as he bobs his head up and down, still pumping those digits inside that needy hole..knowing you won’t last much longer anyways. so he continues talking you through that inevitable orgasm, watching your legs tremble uncontrollably in the process.
“hnngh! Fuck…”
pushing yourself further to the hilt on his fingers and riding that pretty face, (y/n) can’t hold it in another second. “That’s right, baby..squirt f’r me, put it in my fucking face..” demanding as he snatches those digits away and replaces it with his mouth; wide open and ready to revive his reward. letting go of all those sweet juices and allowing him to lap them up like a puppy from a water bowl. cackling as he watches you come undone right there.
once he finishes slurping up any remnants, he leans up and brings a finger underneath your chin to level your now light head. it’s when the two of you meet for a kiss do you feel the chilled metal of his mouthpiece and taste your own sweet flavor as well. he can’t get enough of it..
and every time he flashes those slugs, you can’t help but to think about the next time you get to wet them up.
Pretty Please - Jeong Yunho
Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Fem!Reader
Word count: 1.275
Warnings: Oral sex (male receiving), Rough Oral sex, Face-Fucking, Verbal Degradation, Hair-pulling, Name-calling, Praise, Manhandling, Facial, Cum-play, Possessive behavior, Sex on camera, Face-slapping.
“He needs to have you.
To see you under him and remind you of your place. “
smut under the cut
There’s something about him.
About Yunho.
It's probably the way he starts to undress when he's angry or nervous.
Not necessarily with you, but in this case, I imagine you may have made him angry or even jealous.
Maybe because he saw you talking to Seonghwa. You two laughing together and being so close.
He feels a little threatened, or more than anything, he's so possessive that he can't imagine or think of seeing you close to anyone else: you're his.
His, and only his.
You belong to him.
You've come home after talking and having a small fight in the car.
You know he's jealous, and you've already explained to him that he has no reason to be.
He trusts you, he really does.
Yunho would never think of you as a cheater or doubt the love that he knows you have for him. Still, it’s like an itch.
He needs to have you.
To see you under him and remind you of your place.
As soon as you step inside your house, you try to speak.
"Shut up," he growls.
You startle, but nod.
A faint "sorry" still escapes you.
He raises an eyebrow.
"Quiet," he retorts.
As he takes off his jacket and throws it on the floor, he looks at you.
His gaze so deep and dark that you can feel the weight of it on your skin.
"On your knees," Yunho orders you.
You fall on the ground.
You look up at Yunho from below.
He towers over you, running a hand through his hair.
He unfastens his belt. He grabs a part of it and uses it to stroke your cheek.
To caress it, and you feel the smell of leather filling your nose and making you dizzy with it.
It’s addicting.
Then, catching you off guard, he uses it to slap you.
You gasp and flinch.
You move your knees and get closer to him.
He unzips his pants. You watch, lost in every little movement he makes.
Yunho’s hands moving, his rings shining under the dim light of the room.
"M-more..." you whisper.
He laughs.
He does it while taking off his shirt.
Then, his gaze becomes much darker.
"What do you say?"
You gasp.
“P-please, more..."
He satisfies you.
He uses the belt to slap you again, and the shiver that runs through your body is so damn dirty.
So perverse, and you want more.
You need more.
Yunho reads it in your eyes as he rubs the belt on your closed lips.
Then, he grows tired of your silly little game. He wants more.
He needs more.
"Do you want my cock?" he asks.
You nod, grabbing onto his pants with your hands. You want it so much.
"Whose? Mine? Or maybe this whore would like anyone's cock, huh? Will any cock do, little slut?"
You shake your head, desperate.
Tears in your eyes, you deny it.
You deny it because it's only him you want. Only Yunho can have you.
"N-no! No, only yours. P-please. I only want you, o-only want Yuyu’s cock..."
He smiles.
He grabs his phone from the back pocket of his pants.
Yunho’s opens the camera, and you widen your eyes. You don't stop. You keep begging him.
"Your tongue," he says. "Stick out your tongue."
You do it. You look at him, your tongue out and drops of saliva running down from it.
He touches himself over his boxers, finally abandoning his pants to his ankles.
Then, he lowers them too. His cock collides with your face, hard and shiny.
The red and wet tip pulsates in front of your lips. In front of your tongue.
He holds the camera while, grabbing himself, he rubs his cock on your face.
On your cheeks, on your lips, until he slams it several times on your tongue.
"Kiss it," he orders.
You kiss it. You kiss his cock, licking it all the way. You go down, licking every part of him.
“Good girl. Show me how much you like it. Make out with my cock, slut.”
Yunho’s words sting you in the best way possible. They make your panties even wetter and your pussy even needier.
You follow his orders, because how could you not?
You lick it, you rub your tongue all over the shaft of his cock, making it as messy as possible for him.
"You’re such a fucking whore, aren’t you? Do you like it? Do you want it in your mouth?"
You nod, desperate.
“Then ask nicely for it,” Yunho grunts, pushing your head down.
“P-please. Pretty please, M-may I? May I have it?”
He doesn’t answer, he just forces the tip of it in your mouth and touches the rest of his cock while you keep him warm, recording the scene.
"Say my name. Look at the camera and say my name, princess."
You look up. Going back up his length, you repeat his name like a litany.
You beg him, telling him how much you want him.
"This mouth is mine, isn't it? Just a warm hole for me to fuck, little one. Don't worry," he whispers.
Yunho strokes your hair.
He finally sinks into your mouth. All the way down.
He pushes his cock against your tongue and down, until it collides with your throat.
"I'll fill you up, I'll fill this slutty hole up. Suck it, and don't you dare look away. Look at the camera while you choke on my cock, Y/n," you hear him moan.
It's all so damn dirty.
You gasp and moan.
You whine with your mouth full of his cock.
Your mouth stretched out, you feel the pain of it in you cheeks.
You take it all: you lick it and taste the salty flavor.
You let Yunho use you and let the tears fall from your eyes.
You never look away from the camera.
You put on a good show for him, clenching your legs as you think about him touching himself over the footage, or showing it to his friends.
He fucks your mouth for a while. Until he starts to feel pleasure slipping out of his control.
"Where do you want it? In your mouth or on your face?” he manages to say.
In response, you step back and stick out your tongue, using your hand to bring him to his peak.
He grabs your hair and pulls it forcefully.
It hurts.
It hurts so good.
"Say it. If you want my cum on your face, you have to ask for it like a polite little girl," he growls.
You tremble and his body is seized by spasms: he is close. So close.
"C-cum on my face," you plead.
You say it proudly, almost smiling.
"F-fuck!"
White spurts cover your tongue.
Yunho’s cock throbs in your hands, and he comes abundantly on your face, again and again.
It’s sticky and salty and such a comfortable weight on your flushed face.
It drips down your cheeks and lips, and you move your tongue to collect as much of his cum as you can.
He helps you: rubbing his thumb on your face and feeding it to you.
“You better not waste it, baby. I made it for you, didn’t I?” Yunho says with a fucked out expression and a smirk on his pretty face.
Every drop is fed to you and pushed between your swollen lips, and you drink it all.
When you’re all cleaned up and with a full tummy, Yunho turns the camera.
He kneels in front of you and kisses you.
"You’re the only one I love, you know?" you ask.
"I know."
sabrina slayed so hard releasing this masterpiece 🤍🙂↕️
around and around - four
pairing: cho seungyoun x reader, kim wooseok x reader
au: idolverse
warnings: none
wordcount: 6.5k
description: you’ve had a one-sided crush on your close friend seungyoun for who knows how long, but things don’t stay so black and white when he introduces you to his new groupmate kim wooseok.
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just one (vii)
notes: the only guy on campus who’s track record trumped that of your best friend’s - park jimin - was jeon jungkook. not that that was a problem…until he set his sights on you.
warnings: smut (oral: m receiving. unprotected sex, brief cumplay)
genre: drama, romance, humour, college!au
wordcount: 10.4k
tagging: @underthejoon @misosoup-forthesoul
part i // part ii // part iii // part iv // part v // part vi // part vii // part viii // part ix // part x
jungkook knows from the second he heard seulgi’s steps marching to the front door that he should have just sat back and waited for your reply before coming over. but he has a busy afternoon and somewhere to be in less than an hour, and it’s much too late to scarper because seulgi yanks the door open before he can twist on his heels. her hair is up in a pile on top of her head with a huge sweatshirt coming down to her knees but jungkook has never been more terrified. seulgi watches him so carefully he swears she can see the beads of sweat forming on his temple. “seulgi noona! good morning,” no response. “um…how are you?”
seulgi taps her foot. “you want to know how i am after you finished all the fruit loops and left your dirty underwear on my bathroom floor?” even though he’s a head taller than her, jungkook still scurries to obey when she points him into the flat. “how do you think i am, jungkook? because i feel like i’m a single mother to a messy, inconsiderate weasel who doesn’t know how to put the toilet seat down!”
“um…sorry?” jungkook offers timidly, hoping his cute grin will lessen his sentence. it usually works on his hyungs and hookups. “i’ll replace the fruit loops, i promise. and i’ll work on the toilet thing!”
just when he thinks he’s in the clear and tries to step passed her, seulgi grabs jungkook by the ear and yanks him back to make him shriek. “fuck yeah you’ll work on it! you also have to work on not using my limited edition apple-scented conditioner that i’ve been saving up for since before you were born!”
“you’re only three years older than me!”
she pulls harder. “what was that?”
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posting ao3 links during the outage? @dear-ao3 how could you 😭
https://archiveofourown.org/works/57324598/chapters/145823404
FIND ME ON ARTFIGHT!!<3 My profile isn't very special at the moments
an; another ex husband blurb but it’s david loki this time :p
w; mentions of wounds, dried blood, & the cliche ‘i didn’t know where to go’
the rain patters against his window and he stares at the house that he once lived in - but now lives in a small trailer with only what he needs to survive inside.
it’s dark inside, all except for two lights. one in a room that he used to sleep in at night. and a night light that circles around phoebe’s room and dances slowly across the curtains.
he’s wondering if he’s about to cross a boundary - but he has no where else to go and going to the hospital doesn’t sound too nice.
he’s careful not to slip when he gets out of the car and walks towards the door, knocking. he knows it’s too late and knocking this late could kick in your anxiety worse than what it already is.
he hears the locks and sees you tightening the tie around your waist. sighing, you wordlessly move away towards the door. walking in, he toes off his shoes and shrugs off the jacket. he shuts and locks the door once again, following you towards the bedroom.
“sit.” you motion to the end of the bed.
he can hear you in the bathroom and he glances towards the television to see a crime channel that you still insists help you fall asleep.
“i told you that only makes it worse.”
walking out, you place the first aid kit on the bed and grab an alcohol swab, opening the pack. “yeah, well. it’s the only thing that—”
“helps you sleep,” he sighs, looking over at you. “you always said that but would wake up in a cold sweat.”
you grab his hand, wiping off the dried blood. he winches and clenches his jaw. “i barely do that anymore.”
he watches you silently now. he can see you’re tired, bags under your eyes and he resists the urge to tuck the strand of hair behind your ear. your eyes glance towards him before moving onto his eyebrow. “stop staring at me.”
he doesn’t do it stop. “sorry for coming this late,” he says. “i…i didn’t have no where else to go and the hospital didn’t sound like fun.”
you drop the stained swab down and grab a small butterfly bandage, pressing it against his eyebrow. “it’s fine. next time just call. i can leave the door unlocked so you don’t wake up phoebe.”
nodding, he stands from the bed, scratching at the back of his neck. “i’ll leave. thanks for cleaning me up.”
you watch as he walks towards the door, closing your eyes and letting out a small sigh. “you don’t have to leave,” you shake your head. “the rain is coming down now and i know how much you hate driving in it. especially this late. you can sleep in the guest room.”
he turns back and looks at you. “really?”
you nod. “there’s… some of your old clothes in there. phoebe sometimes likes to wear your old shirts when she’s not at your house,” you like to wear them too, but you don’t tell him that. “you can take a shower if you’d like too. get some good rest. you look like you’ve barely slept.”
he realizes that you haven’t even asked what happened and he’s kind of thankful you didn’t because he doesn’t feel like explaining everything that happened tonight.
“yeah, okay. thanks. i’ll try to get out of your hair before phoebe wakes up and sees i’m here.”
“you can stay,” you shrug. “she’s been asking where you’ve been. she’s missed you.”
rubbing his lips together, he grips the knob slightly before nodding once again. “okay…i’ll stay. i l—” he pauses and watches as you shift and grab the first aid kit from the bed along with some trash.
you say nothing at his little slip-up. you don’t want too.
“i’ll see you tomorrow. thanks.” stepping out of your room quickly, he lets out a big sigh and squeezes his eyes shut.
“stupid.”
Oh dear God I can't breathe!
That lucky TSA officer....dayum!!!
cutie
me when dr pepper:
Here’s a little rant ig abt the ending that I wrote at 3 am
I like the part where we get to see Koda attend UA, and Eri a normal school carrying an instrument. I especially liked that kodas perception of hero’s changed so much he’s training to become one!! I wonder who changed his mind.. anyways! I also don’t get why people say that they were “scammed” or “tricked” because deku didn’t become no.1 or anyone from the wonder trio (is that what they’re even called? I’m just guessing) whilst it would be nice if deku or anyone from class 1A DID become number 1 that’s not what the story is entirely about. It’s about how izuku became the worlds GREATEST hero and NOT the number ONE hero. And how his body moved before he could think in a dangerous where not even the pros or AM moved (Ik AM was at his limit, dk about the pros tho) Despite the fact that AM told him he could not become a hero without a quirk only a while ago. Because regardless of being quirkless midoriya had the heart and compassion of a true hero. Which was even acknowledged by stain during/after their fight. I feel like another part of the story was that along his journey Midoriya inspired SO many people. Even before he went to UA! He inspired Kirishima who heard the story about the boy who rushed out to save a hostage while the pros were waiting. Even AM (when he saw how midoriya rushed out to save bakugo which reminded him of himself? Or someone else), Todoroki who refused to use his fire, Rody, Katsuma(?), Uraraka who at the beginning just wanted to help her parents financially, and many more were inspired by him. Which I’ll come back to later, but in chapter 429: midoriya says that uraraka is his hero. As he is always getting saved by her and that she’s always prioritized others over herself. Which is why he doesn’t want to depend on her strength forever, and tells her that holding someone’s hand can put your heart at ease. Which is why I think when he says that “if we we keep reaching out our hands even when it’s none of our business, then I’m sure that..” hits extra. Because he’s already done that on multiple occasions!! He’s reached out to Todoroki who refused to use his fire, because of his father, eri who also refused because she didn’t want to be the cause of others pain. And to Tenko shimura during their last battle, which was the result of him losing OFA. All of these people he’s reached out not with just words, but also through his actions even if they didn’t want his help, because he cared.
Which also reminds me of that parallel(can I even call it that) between Tenko/Shigaraki, and that new character introduced in chap 429. Because he was also treated badly by his family, and when he escaped he started roaming the streets. Like who???? TENKO. And who does he get approached by??? THE SAME GRANDMA WHO LEFT TENKO. But this time she actually reaches out to him, instead of leaving him like she did with tenko all those years ago. And mentions how she’s always wondered if that kid (tenko) was saved by a hero after she left him. She also mentions how on that day izuku showed them something, and that instead of just rooting on him they felt the need to do something themselves. WHICH IS WHY SHE REACHED OUT TO HIM THIS TIME!!!!!
Because to Izuku if caring about others is the first step to becoming a hero, then on that day they were ALL the greatest heroes. Everyone cared about Someone during that battle, Uraraka cared about Toga, Midoriya cared about Tenko, Shoto cared about Touya etc. I chose these as an example, because regardless of their status as villain or hero they still reached out to them. (Shoto might be a bad example since touya is his brother, but I feel like there’s a difference between touya and dabi which is why I used them) Both midoriya and Uraraka wished that they had met them when they were younger, so things could’ve turned out differently? (I think shoto did to, but it’s 3 am so Idrk)
I also don’t really get the hate around the fact that izuku became a teacher. Yes it would’ve been nice if he still had OFA, but he’s STILL pro hero. Or at least becomes one at the end. I’ve also seen a few “this is the story of how I piqued in high school”, which are lwk a bit funny I’ll admit. BUT STILL PISS ME OFF. Because if UA is soo hard to get into surely the teachers are good too? WHICH THEY ARE. most if not all of them are pro heroes, and I’m pretty sure that all of them were active heroes on top of that. And izuku DID graduate from UA, so doesn’t that technically make him a pro hero, but not an active one???? Anyways, him becoming a teacher is quite cool if you ask me! He’s smart and his understanding and analysis on quirks is soo helpful for students that need help??? And as he said so himself, now that his dream has come true he wants to give people dreams. YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT DOESNT SOUND COOL ASF.
Ik the mha ending was a while ago, but I just can’t understand the hate it got?? Yeah the ending was a bit rushed and I wish we could’ve gotten more insight on Class 1-A as third years amongst other things. But it also seems a bit fitting too? Idk if that’s just me??
My Heart: if you start binging Stranger things 2 again you could be finished by 6am
Me: sounds like a plan
My Brain: But you have school-
Me: I've already started
Brain and Heart: *screaming simultaneously*