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demigods-posts · 2 months
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say what you want but annabeth is 100% the big spoon. and it definitely stems from the fact that everything she loves seems to leave her in some way. at least it feels like that for a long time. but cradling percy reassures her that's he's here and here to stay.
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fluffylino · 5 months
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ghost face ! minho
i was watching scream and i wish minho had me screaming.
-contains mature themes (a little blood, fear play kinda)
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"caught you!"
you screamed in terror. the masked man, taking you by surprise from behind. the lights were off and all you could see was that horrendous mask. which kept appearing in your dreams.
you struggled to get up from where you were crouched behind a table. and he had shown up. knowing exactly where you hid.
because he was watching. he was always watching.
stumbling you grabbed a flowerpot, throwing it in his direction. he dodged it. letting out a hearty laugh. you felt your heart stop.
you were backed into a corner.
one side was a wall and the other was the steps that led to the second floor.
if you ran upstairs, then there was no way you could get back down.
"sometimes you make it so obvious" he said, playing with the knife in his hand. pressing it against his hand. you were scared. he pointed upstairs with the tip of the knife.
"go on. run."
and you did. tripping on the steps. it was so dark you couldn't make out where you were going. that was until you ran straight into a dark figure.
"oh honey, you can't escape from me" he said, voice dropping. you felt yourself being pushed against the ground.
hard.
feeling a little dizzy with how fast you hit the floor.
you gave up. if he was going to kill you. then so be it. maybe he'd be kind enough to spare you again.
"l-let me live" you mumbled, feeling a thick rope bind your wrists together behind your back. his black cape running against you as he fumbled about.
"you know, fun fact. i don't kill. i just have fun!" he exclaimed, his voice muffled behind the mask. at times you wished you knew how he looked. you wished you could see his face.
he had told you his name through a phone call. you had to admit. you were braver when you were on call. rather than in reality. because reality was reality.
"you don't seem to sound like you're having fun"
he knew what you meant. his voice sounded like he was faking the fun voice.
"shut the fuck up, will you."
you shivered, going pliant. this was him. his deep voice. his voice that could make you cream yourself.
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"aaahh-" you cried out, desperately trying to tug your hands free. he giggled, staring right at you.
all you could see was the mask. maybe a little glimpse of his eyes. but that was all you got.
the knife running along the insides of your thighs. a warm liquid dripping down. which he wiped away with his gloved thumb.
"so tell me. you called back today"
your eyes widened. you weren't expecting him to show up inside your house. dressed up, ready to do whatever he liked. if you knew he was going to come back, you wouldn't have called.
"stop crying for god's sake" he shouted.
spanking you hard. you jerked forward with the force. embarassingly trying to close your legs.
his clothed thigh wedged between your legs. fabric rubbing against your cunt in the best way possible.
"humping my thigh, now? you seriously are a horny slut" he let out. his hand playing with your folds. coating you with your own wetness.
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"look at the camera."
you couldn't. you didn't know what he'd do with those pics. you pressed your face to the cold floor, spit dripping out of your parted mouth.
his dick buried inside of you.
"i. said. look."
he said through gritted teeth, tugging your hair to make you look up. your eyes rolling back at how deep he was. cock rubbing against that spot that had you seeing stars. the flash went off and he let go. your head falling back down.
"such a whore"
a few more tears slipped out. his fingers digging into your waist as he pulled you back to meet his thrusts.
"hm" he hummed. a little curiousity in his tone.
"why aren't you saying anything."
you kept quiet. letting yourself get lost in a fuzzy space. it was dark anyways. all you knew about the man who had screwed you once before, was his name.
he flipped you over. taking you by surprise by how gently he pushed back in. staying absolutely still. and you did the same.
"p-please" you muttered. a faint light from the neighbour's backyard lighting up the room. you could vaguely see his eyes through the mesh. his breathing heavy, chest heaving. he rolled his hips against you. a low moan leaving him.
you couldn't do this. you wanted more. to be touched. to feel him. without the mask. to see him.
"please p-please please" you chanted, shaking your head as you began to sob harder.
"do you even know what you're begging for" he chuckled, pressing his hand against your neck. with enough pressure to make your vision hazy. your mouth opened and closed as you wondered whether to say it or not.
"k-kiss me p-please" you whispered. it wasn't loud but you were sure he heard you.
"kiss me m-minho i beg y-you"
you shook, wrists aching at how tight he knotted the rope. he seemed to understand. grabbing the knife he had thrown on the side as he cut it off.
"p-please m-minho plea-"
throwing your arms around his neck. his body pressed against yours as you tugged him closer. how did he even breathe with that on. you could feel his eyes on you. and you were sure he was thinking about it. whether to trust you. whether to do it.
"damn you really are....quite the thing"
you hadn't even realised he had pushed the mask up to his nose. just enough to kiss you.
"mmph-" his lips roughly pressed against yours. a slight tangy taste of blood. his tongue eager to explore your mouth. you kept your mouth opening, letting him lick into you.
"swallow."
he instructed after spitting into your mouth. you did as he said. a whimper leaving you as you kept your mouth open. he was smirking triumphantly.
but what you did next mustve have shocked him. you pulled the mask off completely. flinging it somewhere behind.
kissing him before he could react. legs wrapped tightly around his waist to prevent him from moving. you clenched down on him. slick coating his length.
"aah f-fuc mmhph" he groaned out, his gloved hand tangled in your hair to keep you away. for a split second, you opened your eyes.
you could see him.
the outline of his face.
the slope of his nose.
his cat-like eyes. lacking any emotion, only lust.
a few blood stains on his cheek.
his messy brownish red hair. he looked better than you had imagined.
like a god.
"you're really being real risky tonight, kitten" he panted out. you let out a content sound at the nickname.
"s-so pretty" you blabbered, holding his face. his eyes widening at the sudden compliment.
"..me?"
"yeah..gorgeous" you said more clearly. he let out a soft laugh.
sticking his tongue out and running it against your cheek. unconciously you giggled, trying to push him away.
it was ticklish.
"awww someone's ticklish" minho grumbled, you could see the smile threatening to show.
that was thrown out of the window as he thrusted in hard, kissing you like it was the last thing he'd do. his hand creeping around your neck. pressing down. to hold you in place.
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stinkypeanutbutter · 2 months
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He eepy . .
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But seriously , he’s a heavy napper
someone help her
pls
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konigsblog · 4 months
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ghost putting a gun to the back of your head while you suck him off.
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buumbaby · 1 year
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whats he looking at?
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westaysilly · 6 months
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guess WHO went to see the fnaf movie
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tumblr fucking with the image as always grhgrhgrhrghrgrh click for better quality
reblogs very much appreciated <3
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petitprincess1 · 11 months
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Stolas: *bringing up dirty stuff that he and Blitzo do while being tortured*
Striker: Kalm
Moxxie: *says harder while being choked*
Striker:
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tatakaeeren · 10 months
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Geto Suguru 💜 | Jujutsu Kaisen S2 Hidden Inventory 1
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norrisgrl · 7 months
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papaya boys
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thranduel · 8 months
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astarion, the man who was dying and offered eternal life, but had no idea that it meant becoming a slave to a sadistic master.
astarion, the man who had his freedom and bodily autonomy ripped away from him.
astarion, the man who was forced to befriend, seduce and sleep with people to lure them back to his master, resulting in severe sexual trauma and the struggle to form any sort of intimate relationship.
astarion, the man who was horribly punished whenever he refused his master’s orders (one punishment being sealed away in a dusty tomb, starving, for an entire year. he scratched his hands raw trying to carve his way out).
astarion, the man who was forced to eat rats.
astarion, the man who hasn’t even been able to see his own face since he turned.
astarion, the man who had his body mutilated as cazador carved scars onto his back, which he later found out was to bind him to a ritual.
astarion, the man who is so severely traumatised that he admitted he doesn’t know how to say “no” or ask for help (and he feels guilty when he does).
astarion, the man who waited two centuries to be helped and freed from torture, but no one came.
astarion, the man who was always treated like a monster when all he wanted was to be treated like a person.
astarion, the man who came up to you in the middle of the night just to thank you for defending him and allowing him to make his own decisions.
astarion, the man who said that no one ever looked out for him or showed him kindness, and that you’re the only one. “other people don’t have a heart like you. you’re you. no one is like that.”
astarion, the man who broke the cycle of power and terror that started centuries ago thanks to the love, care and compassion that you showed him when no one else did.
astarion, the man who confessed that he loves you and feels safe with you; something he has never felt with anyone before.
#my darling boy :(#astarion#baldur’s gate 3#bg3#bg3 spoilers#his backstory and character development make me want to bawl my eyes out#this is why i get so angry when people don’t even try to understand him#and when they reduce him to things he’s not#like do you pay ANY attention to anything he says??#or do you just stare at him and drool and then continue to sexualise him#sorry if that sounds dramatic but ughhhhhh man#it’s just incredibly annoying#like i don’t know why some people choose to pick up an intense game with really deep characters if they’re not gonna try to understand them#like they weren’t just made for you to treat them like they’re objects#and what gets me is the fact that astarion would HATE how people talk about him#and yes yes i know he’s not real i’m not dumb i am aware!!!!!#but he would absolutely hate it#that flirty sexy vampire image you have of him isn’t even real#it was a mask he wore#he was literally forced into doing those things#even in the game he has a reputation for flirting and sleeping around but that’s not even who he is or what he wants#it’s all an act#and it’s just so sad how everyone reduces him to that when it traumatises him every day#and apparently there’s a scene with raphael where if you haven’t seen astarion’s scars yet ->#raphael basically says he’s surprised astarion has kept his clothes on for this long and then he strips him naked in front of everyone#it’s so horrible and unfair#i just want to hold his hand and hug him tight. he deserves so much better in the game AND in this fandom#tw abuse#tw sa#my posts
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“AFTG isn’t a Slow burn until the second time you read it” ?????? yeah okay what kind of fluff are y’all used to reading on AO3. I was recommended that series by a friend, Andrew decked Neil with his exy racket 20 seconds into the book, and followed that up by tHE most sexually charged scene between Andrew and Neil in the elevator and I was at lunch with that friend that same day demanding answers as to when they were getting together. How did nobody see it coming until the 3rd book ISTG for the love of queer coded characters they had more tension 3 chapters in to the book than Keith and Lance had 6 seasons into voltron and that drawn out queer-baiting pile of bullshit
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uhhhitsgray · 9 months
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i am absolutely losing my fucking mind over astarion from baldurs gate 3... fuck off, WHO and WHY did he need to be so sexy? HUH, answers now.
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just-consume-it · 7 months
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Loki spoilers!!!
I’m in the middle of watching the second episode rn but I have to note something at 4:35
THE SAUNTER LOKI DOES TOWARDS X5 IS THE SEXIEST, SPOOKIEST, AND SLUTTIEST THING HE HAS EVER DONE
I had to go back and watch it like 8 times. My jaw was on the FLOOR.
Mobius needs to make a move fr
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niniissus · 3 months
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He saur cute even w those big biceps 🥺👁️👄👁️
My pookie 😽
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this part of rick's character design
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reblog. you agree.
stills yoinked from @rickandmortyscreenshots
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soap-ify · 5 months
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nsfw mdni
okay but imagine being the teacher of single dad!soap's son! you teach in a nice, well-kept kindergarten — well liked by all the students, teachers and parents. how could they not? you were such a sweetheart. good with kids too, even if you initially thought you would be stiff around them.
relationships with students' parents was something you never gave yourself the luxury to even think of. it just seemed so unprofessional.
that all changed until you met one of your scottish student's parent on the parent-teacher meeting day. tall and nicely muscular, a nicely cut short mohawk on his head, royal blue eyes that just seemed so damn sweet and a big bright smile on his lips — john mactavish. he was like the sun, bright and powerful and the way he would call his son his 'wee bairn' — it was dangerously adorable.
he was so attentive to you, eyes sizing you up, carefully listening to each of your words. his child was doing great in this kindergarten, but his mind had soon drifted away from that. distracted by you. how could he not? he had just been so lonely ever since his kid's mother had left them, leaving him all alone to raise a kid at his own young age of twenty three.
now twenty-seven with a five year old son, he had even resigned from his military duties to focus on his son. but he was a bit tired, always alone and eager for some company despite already having lots of friends!
you were just so sweet to his child, a perfect teacher and a potentially perfect parent. that's why he made it his personal mission to get to know you better! for his kid, of course, definitely not for himself.
he had started accidentally bumping into you outside of the kindergarten, your meetings with him going outside the parent-teacher conferences. luckily you were single, and that just encouraged him more and more to go after you. not that he would let any man look at you anyways. he even offered you to tutor his son, despite the child already being nicely skilled. it was just an excuse so johnny could get to know you better.
tutoring sessions would turn into late night stays while johnny would tuck his son in bed before somehow convincing you to stay one more hour with him. he took full advantage of those nights, gently holding your hand and brushing his shoulder with yours. chaste little touches.
one particular afternoon, johnny invited you over to his house. apparently, he had dropped his son off to an uncle's house. finally, a full day alone with you.
it was all innocent at first, just casual talks about the everyday stuff. he even watched a movie with you! a sappy rom-com that made you cringe and laugh due to how hilarious it was. though he hadn't really been watching it, royal blue eyes solely focused on your reactions.
you didn't even notice how the time had passed by and the end credits had started rolling on the telly. but before you could get up from the couch, he had already grabbed your waist with his hands and pulled you closer.
"bonnie wee thing... i ain't lettin' ye get up. please say, pretty please?" he pouted, those pleading puppy eyes convincing you to stay with him on the couch. he had pulled you closer, strong arms keeping you tightly pressed with him. "cuddles?" he grinned.
an hour had passed into the cuddling session, your back flushed against his chest. all this time, you had felt his clothed cock rubbing against your plush ass through the fabric of your pants. you had tried to reason yourself, wanting to protest that you were his kid's teacher for god's sake. but you didn't. it felt nice. you knew how he looked at you, and you knew how fucking sweet he was to you. no one had been so caring towards you like him — cooking for you and even bringing you flowers whenever he came to pick his child up from school.
once you had gained some courage to nuzzle the back of your head against his neck, a switch on his brain just turned on and he was quick to turn you around, smashing his lips against yours. smothering your face and neck up with kisses, all while cooing sweet words into your ears.
"sweet thing. ye are perfect for my wee lad. wanna wife ye up so bad, keep ye in my house..."
all you could do was let out soft whimpers and moans, his hands effortlessly undressing you.
and before you knew it, he had fucked you full the whole afternoon and evening, thick cock filling up your hole, stuffing you full of his cum. might come handy later. leaving you as a tired, flushed mess. and the aftercare was godly. he cleaned you up with a wet towel, all while pressing kisses on your trembling thighs, your body so weak after all the orgasms he had pulled out of you. eight, or was it nine...? you couldn't remember.
he had used his tongue to clean up your fluttering, sore hole, though it was an excuse to somehow make you cum again. and oh, you did.
the night was spent in his arms, your exhausted body all snuggled up into him, a victorious grin on his lips. hopefully you didn't find him creepy, or a bit perverted. probably not, right?
the whole night he stared at you, thinking of more ways to make you fall in love with him, to somehow convince you to marry him. his son already liked you well enough, and so did he. it was perfect.
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