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rotten-hearts-sharp-teeth · 7 months

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Divine Punishment

Dom! Nanami x Fem-presenting gn reader. Hair pulling and spanking stress relief.

tag request: @malomega @missphanosaur18

Date night with Nanami was running behind schedule, as usual.

It wasn't your fault that work ran late, the market was packed and your commute home was a nightmare of rush hour traffic. Nanami was always telling you to work on time management, but what were you supposed to do in that situation? Not provide a hard working guy with a home cooked meal?

Time was running out. You knew that he would arrive exactly when he said he would, so you rushed to get dinner started and jumped into the shower for date night maintenance. It wasn't until you were trying to get dressed that you remembered your new set of lingerie was still sitting in the washing machine. Everything else that you owned was either dirty or not sexy enough for the date you had planned. Nanami warned you about putting off chores until the last minute. If he found out about the loads of unwashed laundry in the bottom of your closet, he was sure to give you another speech about 'responsibility'.

With no time left to spare, you tossed the delicates into the dryer and finished getting dressed without wearing any underwear. Dinner needed to be checked, and you could always slip away to the bathroom once the dryer had finished.

Just as you closed the oven, the dryer buzzed and there was a sharp knock at your front door.

"One moment please!"

You started to untie your apron, but stopped when you realized that you couldn't just leave him waiting out in the hallway while you went to put on your underwear. Hopefully the apron would help hide the fact that you were not wearing anything underneath your top. Smoothing your hands over your sides, you felt exposed and more than a little naughty as you went to answer the door.

Both of you agreed that whatever was between you would remain casual. Busy work schedules didn't allow for much else, but seeing Nanami after weeks apart brought a smile to your face. Once the door shut behind him, you braced your palms against his broad shoulders and went up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. His hands stayed firmly on your hips. His expression, unchanged as you took a step back and he quickly evaluated the way that you were dressed.

Sometimes it was impossible to know what that man was thinking.

"Dinner isn't quite ready yet. Would you care for a drink?"

Nanami checked his watch with the practiced ease of someone used to running on a strict schedule. Was he disappointed that dinner wasn't ready on time?

He nodded, then began to unbutton the jacket of his suit.

"Yes. That will be fine. I'm going to freshen up first."

He paused, and looked at you as he loosened his tie.

"It was… a long week."

You smiled as you stepped forward to take his jacket. Communication was not something Nanami was comfortable with or did often. He hardly ever talked about his job. Not that you minded. Not really.

"Well lucky for you I have something that will make it all better."

This time, you had remembered to stock up on his favorite brand of beer. Nanami gave you a strange look. His eyes flicked over your outfit, quick and dismissive before he gave another stiff nod. "I'm sure that you do."

He disappeared down the hallway and you heard the soft click of the bathroom door close. It seemed like you were going to have to go commando for just a little bit longer.

You grabbed a frosty mug from your freezer and bent over to retrieve a beer from the bottom shelf of your mini fridge. A slight breeze brushed against your exposed bits. You had forgotten just how high your skirt rode up in the back! Lucky for you, Nanami was still in the bathroom.

As you straightened, a deep voice spoke beside your ear.

"You're not wearing any panties, are you?"

With a startled yelp, you spun around to face Nanami. Heat crawled up your neck as he leaned into you, pinning you between his hard body and the countertop. When had he come out of the bathroom? You hadn't even heard him approach!

"Uh.."

Your face felt hot. There was no hiding your blush of shame.

Nanami sighed and glanced down the front of your blouse before taking a step closer. The counter pressed against the small of your back. He lifted his hands and brushed your hair behind your shoulders.

"I told you that it's impolite to tease me."

Brown eyes narrowed as he gathered your hair into a loose ponytail with one hand.

"I wasn't-!"

"Quiet."

Nanami tugged your hair to silence your protests. He grabbed his tie with his other hand and yanked the silky material free from under his collar.

"The opportunity for argument is over. Now it's time for punishment."

Your eyes went wide as he stuffed the tie into your mouth. The tight grip on your hair forced you to look up at him.

"Do you deserve to be punished?"

A second wave of heat colored your cheeks as you gulped around the tie. It wasn't the first time you and Nanami played this kind of game, but usually he waited until after dinner.

His hold on you made it difficult to nod.

"Good."

Nanami guided you out of the kitchen by your hair. He took a seat at the dining room table and forced you to lay across his lap. His fingers brushed the back of your thighs as he raised your skirt to expose your bare ass.

"Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

He gripped your ass cheek with his big hand and gave it a slight jiggle. You tried to squirm away, but a sharp tug to your hair kept you in place.

"How unobservant do you think I am?"

He released your cheek. You had an idea of what was coming next, but before you could brace yourself, his palm connected with the underside of your ass in an upward sweeping motion. The loud slap startled you almost as much as the sudden sting of pain. You tried to adjust your stance by shifting from foot to foot as he delivered a second blow to your other cheek. Then a third and fourth in the same spot. The tie muffled your whimpers as he rubbed over the sore spot on your ass.

Already, the stinging pain was beginning to fade to a warm throb.

"Such a nice red…"

His hand slid down the inside of your thighs and forced your legs apart.

"Hold still."

You held on to his muscular thigh, ready for more. Nanami raised his palm high and brought it down with enough force to rock you across his lap. Hard blows rained down at a steady, even pace while you yelped against the gag. Once he finally stopped, you knew that your ass was welted and red in the shape of his handprint.

Tears fell from the corner of your eyes, but nothing could compare to the tingling throb between your legs. You lifted your hips in anticipation. Nanami, thankfully, decided to show mercy. His hand cupped between your thighs. His fingers stroked and caressed every swollen crease, spreading your leaking fluids over hardened flesh. It was all you could do to try and hold still while your body desperately wanted to grind against the sensation.

"Even the strongest man has his limits."

Your eyes snapped open as Nanami yanked you up by your ponytail and bent you over the dining room table. You tried to look back at him when you heard his belt slide free, but his strong grip kept you face down. A muffled 'yes' seeped around the damp material in your mouth while he lowered the zipper of his pants.

He wasted no time pressing the hot, wet tip of his cock against your prepared hole.

"I'm not going easy on you."

His voice sounded strained as he pushed half the length of his cock into your body. Your eyelids fluttered. Your body stretched around his girth. Moving his hand from the base of his shaft to your ass, he held you wide open and watched as he slid the rest of the way in.

"… so tight..."

Nanami groaned. He smacked the red welts across your ass once more before grabbing your hip and thrusting into you hard and fast. You held the tablecloth tight in your fists, holding on for dear life as he pounded you from behind. The edge of the table dug into your thighs, but nothing could take away the pleasure you felt when he hit the deepest of your spots.

It didn't take long for the growing pressure of your climax to reach its limit. Nanami's breaths came in harsh gasps. His thrusts began to stutter and you knew that he was close to finishing as well. Finally releasing his hold on your hair, Nanami grabbed your hips with both of his hands and lifted you off your toes. You felt like a doll in his grasp, a toy used for his pleasure. The sensation and change of angle pushed you over the edge. You came hard. Liquid release gushed between your thighs as hot wet flooded your insides.

Nanami exhaled and set you back down on your feet. You felt him throb from where you were connected and smiled softly. All of the extra precautions you took were worth it just to feel him finish inside you.

The timer on the oven beeped, causing you to jump. You had completely forgotten about dinner!

Nanami huffed behind you and pulled out before spinning you around. Wet trails ran down the inside of your thighs as he lifted you back onto the table. The timer chimed a second time while he wrapped your legs around his hips.

"I should get that."

You glanced towards the kitchen. The tight grip on your thighs let you know that you were not going anywhere anytime soon.

"I'll worry about the food later. I told you that it was a long week."

Some of the tension had eased from Nanami's posture, but not nearly enough. With an eager smile, you wound your arms around his neck and pulled him close.

"Yes Sir"

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #kento nanami #nanami x reader #fem presenting gn reader #dom nanami #my writing #apologies to everyone waiting for the new chapter of Alone No Longer #sometimes a gif set drops that makes you bark like a dog

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ultimate-fob-song-tournament · 7 days

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ROUND 1, HEAT 10/17, GROUP 1/4

#mine #song bracket #fall out boy #SoundCloud #Spotify

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petewentzisblack1312 · 1 year

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wait what did fall out boy do!!! i also just woke up what’s happening

they sent out postcards from pink seashell beach to people with a website on them:

if you click the seashell, it turns over and is empty. the screen washes to black and some japanese text shows up. the text translates to 'if you build it, they will come'. if you check the code theres an ascii art smownie face logo with 'pink seashell beach, a red herring company' the phrase 'red herring company' has come up before during mania era (i believe with the frosty and the nightmare making machine ep at least). if you click 'do not open before christmas' you will be prompted to fill in your information (name and address) and when you submit it you get this text

im still examining the website for any secrets.

#dils declares #i found the favicon of the website

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wyrdle · 1 year

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For the TrainerClavell au

If I read correctly, you guys talked about Clavell helping the kids with their nightmares and problems but what about Clavell having some really upsetting dreams about the professors :'D

Maybe it doesn't happen that often but when it does it's bad :'/

((ok now imagine Tyme comforting him🙂🙂🙂🙂))

SCREECHING. Ok. I had brain worms from this prompt. Enjoy a crazy spur of writing (it turned out way longer than i expected)

CW for: Nightmares, implied injury/traumatic experiences. Enjoy!!!! Hopefully this is a fun read lol

Clavell was huddled right outside the Zero Lab, a space cleared out for the scientists within when they needed an escape from the stuffiness of the indoors. There was no breeze so deep underground, but the caverns were still chilly, and Clavell regretted not wearing something warmer. Stuffing his hands into his lab coat pocket, he gazed at the peaceful scenery around him.

Area Zero, for all the inconveniences it brought, was beautiful at night. There were the glittering crystals, but also the Glimmora blooming to life, their bio-luminescent petals reflecting in the pools of water. The ethereal quality of the land only made Clavell feel even more homesick.

The Tera Orbs were well on their way to being finished, a project spanning years. Though the scientists had had designated breaks to leave the place, Clavell sorely missed the rest of Paldea's crowds, its food, the sights. Plus, he was tired, the numerous late nights of research wore down on even the most devoted academics. The wrap up of the greatest discovery in his career couldn't come sooner!

"Boo!"

Jumping at the sudden scare, Clavell became the subject of peals of laughter.

"Sada!" He grumbled, almost pouting. "I came out here for peace and quiet."

"Not my fault you make it so easy.” His colleague and dear friend flashed a toothy grin, taking a seat beside him even as she asked: “Care for some company?”

Even Clavell, for all his gentlemanly niceness, had his limits tested when it came to the brash and brazen Professor Sada.

“As if you’d listen to me.” he huffed, with faux grumpiness.

“True.” A third voice chimed in to gang up on Sada, to Clavell’s pleasure, even though he knew it’d be temporary.

Professor Turo, despite his quiet and less expressive demeanor, was a man who’d just as quickly strike jabs and jeers back in pettiness. At least he was too distracted by the three, probably scorching, cups of instant noodles in his hands to say anything. Yet.

“Turo! How could you!” Sada mock cried, dramatically wiping a shed tear.

Quietly, and with a smile on his face, Clavell passed her one of the cups, feeling his frosty fingers warm up as did his heart. Wedged between his friends who were complete opposites, he didn’t mind the badly cooked noodles, and the sadness from before was replaced by fondness for the two bright people beside him.

“Did you even put in the seasoning?!” Sada screeched.

“Um.” A cough. “Yes?”

“You put all of them into yours by accident, didn’t you?”

Dumbasses, both of them. Clavell mused internally, letting Sada tear at Turo’s terrible cooking for him.

As he ate quietly between them however, something began to feel wrong. Did he eat too quickly? Was the spice getting to his throat?

“Clave11, is that y0u?”

Suddenly Sada and Turo’s banter had turned cold, their voices beside him twisted and electronic. Worst of all, it felt laced with genuine hatred and scorn. Directed at him.

He was choking on his food, that was the only explanation for why he couldn’t breathe. In his seat, he was frozen, unable to look up at either of them, the warm bodies by his side now cold and metallic. Staring at his feet, the ground shifted from the rocky terrain of Area Zero and into man-made obsidian tiles. Gone was the soft glow of blue, dangerous red drowning everything around him.

[OBSTRUCTION TO TIME MACHINE IDENTIFIED]

The sounds of Pokemon at night were replaced by the blaring warning sirens, the whir of a machine drawing power, the rumble of vertical constructs rising from the earth.

[PARADISE PROTECTION PROTOCOL INITIALISED]

"H0w c0u1d y0u, 0ld friend?"

The cup of noodles he had been holding had been hot, but they'd become scorching in an instant, the pain allowing him to break free from his paralysis to look up…

… at the angry, inhuman, glare of his two friends.

[PARADISE PROTECTION PROTOCOL HAS INITIALISED BATTLE]

[P-R-DISE PR0TECTI0N PR0T0C0L HAS INITIALISED BATTLE]

[PROFESSOR TURO AND PROFESSOR SADA HAVE INITIALISED BATTLE]

As their voices echoed from all around, Clavell was too frozen by his terror to dodge the blur of red and blue speeding towards him. Even as his very being screamed to run, to hide, the monsters drew close enough for him to see their long claws, open maws and sharp teeth.

"Tra1t0r!"

He screamed.

“Clavell!”

He was trembling, clothes sticking uncomfortably onto damp skin, lungs desperately attempting to draw air. A strong and warm hand was on his shoulder, gently shaking him awake.

One moment he was in horrible pain and mind-numbing terror, the next he was lying on his back on his couch, blinking up at the familiar white lights of his office.

“You’re alright, Director, just breathe.” Blearily, he recognised the owner of the comforting voice, glancing up at Tyme's concerned expression.

How did he…?

"You were taking a break from the paperwork. We were going over the Academy budget for expanding student services." She helpfully explained, shifting slightly to allow Clavell's Houndoom to move forward and lick his hand, whining in concern.

His heart was still racing, calming slowly through Tyme's comforting words and instructions to ground himself in the present. Houndoom’s soft fur under his hand helped, too.

Eventually, he collected himself enough to speak.

“...Tyme?”

“6:00PM.” She joked, at her own expense. Fortunately, it drew a bewildered, if shaky, laugh from Clavell. “We had a lot of papers to review, remember?”

Right. They were going to approach Chairwoman Geeta with several new proposals for further funding. In particular, to expand the Academy’s student counseling services as well as mental health first aid classes. Especially after… the events of Area Zero.

The glitter of crystals, the whir of the time machine, Not-Turo and Not-Sada’s expressions twisted with hatred-

Unwillingly, he shuddered, tensing up at the memory of his nightmare/memory. Clavell’s Houndoom, sensing his owner’s distress, decided to lick at his cheek, prompting Clavell to readjust his non-existent glasses. A bad habit, really, for anytime he needed something to distract his hands.

“Here.” Tyme presses his glasses into his palm, nodding wordlessly as he whispers thanks. She stands, informing him she’d be back with a glass of water, leaving him some privacy to recollect himself.

Sitting up with his full vision, he absorbed the comfort and familiarity of his office, pointedly ignoring the lab equipment he had kept in memory of… them. He had hoped, once, that they’d return, with all of their fiery personality and quips he’d grown used to after spending years in the labs together.

But you never really knew them, did you? His vicious thoughts betray him, and exhaustion seemed to weigh him down even more heavily.

“Drink.” Tyme instructs when she returns, taking a seat on the couch as she hands him the cool glass. If it were eerily similar to his dream, Clavell didn’t comment.

“T-Thank you, Miss Tyme.” Remembering himself, he flustered. “I-I’m sorry you had to witness that-”

“Hush, you.” She sighs, shaking her head in what Clavell assumes to be exasperation. “Everyone has bad days, you’re only human. Do you… want to talk about it?”

Clavell winces, biting his lower lip. He was an adult, for Arceus’ sake, the director no less. It was highly inappropriate for his co-worker to be the bearer of his troubles… even if it was Tyme.

No, the real reason he kept tight-lipped was because of how much it hurt to speak openly of what he’d experienced, of the friends he’d lost.

“Take your time, Clavell.” Tyme cooed, patting his back gently. In lieu of a verbal response Clavell leaned into her side, appreciating the firm one-armed hug. “If ever you need a listening ear, I’m here.”

In the end, that was all the difference, between Tyme and the professors, wasn’t it?

Clavell’s grief and anger curled tightly around him, but just for that moment, he breathed easy in the comfort of a friend by his side.

#clavell #director clavell #professor turo #professor sada #tyme #pokemon tyme #pokemon clavell #trainer clavell au #asks #pokemon fic #i like fleshing out the trio's friendship lol #they'd have a fun and adorable dynamic #idk if I capture my idea of it well tho lol

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27-royal-teas · 1 year

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we’ve gone way too fast for way too long… 🌊

#mania #fall out boy #fob #pete wentz #patrick stump #joe trohman #andy hurley #fob fanart #mania era #Toby’s art #toby speaks #ok gotta say this is my favorite one I think #what should I do next?#llamamania #frosty and the nightmare making machine #In my mania feels rn frrrrr #I feel like Y&M definitely fits the creepy llama vibe

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decaydancemp3 · 6 months

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#wrong side of paradise #fall out boy #frosty & the nightmare making machine #remixes

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stormingfrost · 2 years

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Even more Rotg headcanons <3

Jack loves to sew, he favors sewing with a machine rather than hand sewing

Bunny mostly eats meats, but will have other things

North knows how to knit and crochet and will make anyone a cozy sweater

Tooth loves dancing, but in particular Indian classical dance and sister of flight dances

Sandy knows every sign language. If it can be communicated without verbal words, he will use it.

North gifted Jack his own globe of belief, a small necklace that also doubles as a fidget. Since it’s small, North imbued it with a feature that allows Jack to zoom in on certain areas

Pitch used to accessorize with gold, but no longer does because of the association of gold with Sandy

Pitch sometimes sees unfamiliar faces in his nightmares. A beautiful woman (usually with shards of glass framing her face) and a young child that shares Pitch’s facial structure. They pop up so frequently that Pitch can’t tell if they were humans that he forgot.

While he was human, North loved to make his friends good hearty soups (yes he stole the money to get the ingredients, what about it?)

Jack loves street burritos, but especially ones from New York City. Because he can’t order it himself, he usually steals them from customers who are being mean

Jack sends Bunny videos of the chocolate guy (Amaury Guichon) and Bunny nerds out every time he sees them. He starts praising the chocolate guy and talking about what the different techniques that he uses that how he makes things that taste good even if they are for a display piece and not to be eaten.

Kathrine gave Bunny one of Kailash’s eggs

Jack loves dogs

He had one for awhile, a husky that was able to withstand the cold temperatures Jack operated in. He named him ‘Frosty Jr.’ and took very good care of him. Unfortunately, it didn’t last forever.

Tooth is physically 18-19ish years old

#rise of the guardians #rotg #headcanons #jack frost #jackson overland frost #pitch black #guardians of childhood #toothiana #e. aster bunnymund #sanderson mansnoozie #nicholas st. north #kailash #katherine shalazar #kozmotis pitchiner

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