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joltik-guy · 2 months

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Why does it look. Wrong.

Why is it looking at me

#tw eyestrain #eyestrain #bright colours #the mind of a spider #electricity before the storm #irl pkmn #pokemon roleplay #pokeblog rp #pkmn rp #pokereality #pokemon #irl pokemon #rotumblr #pokemon unreality

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puppetmaster13u · 2 months

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Prompt 229

Tucker is so annoyed right now. He's tired, and look, usually his reincarnation happens without him knowing in the beginning, but it hasn't this time. Thankfully the brain can only have long term recall around the age of two so he didn't have to worry about… all of that.

But still. He's tired, annoyed, cranky, and about to swamp the entire house in sand.

He's not exactly used to being the younger brother in his lives. Or any sort of brother. And he's pretty sure Duke is either running a gang or being a vigilante. Ugh.

#dpxdc #prompts #dcxdp #Tuck Thomas Au #Tucker foley #He has a Storm Core #This includes sandstorms and electrical storms #Also some technomancy #Duke: look at my adorable baby brother who i used to not get arrested that one time #He definitely has a robin onesie that Duke got him #This isn't even beginning to talk about when Duke (and Tucker) becomes Bruce's foster kid(s)#It'd be hilarious if Bruce met Duke through Tucker first before the whole Robin Gang thing lol

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thunderstims · 4 months

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CLANKIE • Cleo De Nile x Frankie Stein • Monster High G3 Stimboard

Hello! And happy new year!! To start off 2024, I want to make a new challenge for myself, which I hope to stick to. I’m going to be making stimboards for Monster High G3 ships! While I will be starting with the canon ones, I will also take requests for canon ones too- so feel free to request! To start us off, here’s the most iconic G3 ship- Clankie !!

💙 💙 💙 | 💛 x 💙 | 💛 💛 💛

💎⚡️• 🕸️🐂 • 🌺🌘

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plussheep · 7 months

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I LOOOOVED back when CCCC songs were releasing and there was the [flashing lights warning] It was like the few seconds of calm before the song started and hype was off the roof

especially TME & L&N they had not only that but a few extra seconds for the part thing to show up

#the one for storm was . you could say . calm before the storm #heh #chonny jash #chonnys charming chaos compendium #cj #cccc #the heart acoustic #the mind electric #the soul eclectic #light & night

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highsocietyhq · 7 months

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☾ ° › LET US SIT UPON THE GROUND

On the sixth anniversary of old King Ernesto's death, the time finally came for Italy to crown his heir as their new King. As he prepared to take on his new role and title, invitations were sent out and word spread about Prince Giovanni di Savoia's impending coronation. Royals from all over the world made the trip to the region of Campania to celebrate the mark of a new time for the country ( others to witness the official end of Verona's regency from up close ).

☾ ° › AND TELL SAD STORIES

The ceremony is set to take place during the late afternoon at Gesú Nuovo Church in Naples, then move on to Caserta Palace, the official residence of the Royal family, for a coronation dinner and festivities with live music and the best of Italian cuisine to celebrate the new King.

☾ ° › OF THE DEATH OF KINGS

Event: Giovanni's coronation Date: 15th of October, 2023 Dress code: Formal Location: Naples, Italy

ooc details can be found under the cut

This event will commence on the 14th of October (basically in 14ish hours because i'm a mess) and ends on the 21st. ( if you guys want to make the event longer, let us know )

HIJACKING is allowed on threads from open starters and HIGHLY encouraged !

Tag any event-related posts (including outfits, starters, moodboards) under #hshqevent043 — please don’t use the #hshqevent tag !

We ask that you put your old threads on hold for the duration of the event.

Coronations are tiara events !

Most importantly, be chaotic and have fun !

#hshqevent043 #hshqevent #the reason this is being posted without a graphic is bc a storm took away my electricity before i could make one #and this is being posted from my phone #maybe tomorrow you'll get a cute one #maybe not #we'll see #love yall

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mimiatmidnight · 1 year

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It truly feels like Christmas Eve/the arrival of a bomb is currently happening😂 like I’m counting down the hours

Yes! Haha I'm debating whether I should liveblog it or not. I think it's always better to watch as a complete whole and allow yourself to absorb the experience before you settle on an opinion. But on the other hand . . . 😁😁😁

#truly the air is electric rn #like the calm before the storm

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books-are-my-life-stuff · 1 year

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Kalos CSMM at long last!

Siebold: So, I was stupid and wasted one of the Healthy Healing cookies to Lodge Dawn. Finally, I replaced it with Mind Games 2, so she could kinda replicate Bede's role but as a support. She, alongside SS Brendan, hastened Hilbert's needs of debuffs and offensive buffs. The stage mostly used special attacks, but Lodge Dawn has Shielded from her trainer move to protect Brendan (she also buffs Speed a little bit to keep the gauge going), while Hilbert swept the stage after 6*EX support buff. That was easy, but mostly because the team complemented each other very well.

Malva: The instruction only told to get rid of sun and bring a tank that can take special attacks--basically SS Kris, and using SS Kris means using special attackers, so...yeah. Another easy one surprisingly, and the match ended before SS Kris' first rain ran out too (Siebold sync+May finished center). Siebold didn't even need Supereffective Up Next. The Kalos Elite Four vs. Kalos Elite Four matchup was intentional.

Drasna: +1 Attack Dragon Rush dealt 564 damage to Spring Burgh on first turn, when he was buffing crit. Yikes. SS Wally and Bede missed their crit on first sync and max move respectively. Double yikes. But as long as SS Wally used his B Dazzling Gleam, Drasna was much easier to tank (still dealt 300 damage Dragon Rush, but still much better). The matching theme skills helped Spring Burgh to survive as well. With fairy rebuffs, Bede and SS Wally could finish off sides with their attacks too. Bede took the second sync, missed the crit again, but thankfully it was enough to finish off Drasna.

Wikstrom: Before Master Mode was unlocked, I tried bringing Roxanne as main tank to this stage, but she took way too much damage. So I ended up not bringing her. Not having Aura Cynthia means I had to bring defogger, so Darach, because he could help Diantha built her multiplier as well. I spent around 5-6 minutes thinking about who I should bring for the main tank, and finally settled with Calem. Calem did take a lot of damage as well even though Darach has helped with debuffs (he had to use his Endure too), but this team finished the stage safely. I have no idea what I was doing here.

Diantha: Healthy Advantage+vulnerable to defense debuffs. If you have Colress, this wasn't so bad. I have Colress at home, it's called Tech Parasect. The gauge was a little difficult to manage that I had to reset once (because Hop got flinched and frozen a lot), but on second try, Steven managed to sync for the second time before enemy's sync, and Hop got the kill. Tech Parasect had to spread debuffs even to the sides and keep them going, because Diantha has Team Stoic to consistently buff defense and the opposing team mainly used special attacks, which wasn't good for Hop. Thankfully, everyone survived, and managed to finish the stage.

#personal #pokemon masters #long post #whew that was...smooth sailing #but i feel like this is the calm before the storm that is week 3 #there's fire-weak wikstrom that needs physical attacker #there's whatever bullshit that ice-weak drasna has #there's also electric-weak siebold #rock weak malva with sentry entry x2 too #and poison-weak diantha...i hope i can get emma by then

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gazelessmenagerie · 1 year

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The one thing he’s been missing rather sorely these long months..

The sound it brought. The feel of it touching his skin. He could sit or lay down for hours and not tire of it as it poured outside the mouth of the cave he dwelled within. The chill as it passed over, filling the air with white noise so it wasn’t as empty but not be overbearing, mottling the terrain and softening it almost as much as it softened even a raucous temper like his. Rejuvenation promised to the land scorned by the sun’s burning eye.

It was that scent most of all he coveted..

Rain upon Stone.

#|| Tag: Gazing over the Abyss of Stars { Broly }#( its raining again. i gotta write something about it adlfjg )#( I guess his stormthirst ended up making him into a pluviophile also bc every time it rains. he just has to stop and listen/smell/feel it.#( esp out in his desert home. there's just that certain air I think would honestly calm him down pretty damn fast )#( whereas storms with lightning excite him and make him feel invigorated. )#( bc of the buildup of electricity in the atmosphere. )#( rain by itself just offers something to soothe and ground his senses even when he doesn't know its doing that )#( unfortunately its rare but it'd probably save some poor moron if it rained just before he was about to mcmurder them. )#( lmfao it really is the soft things that get him to stop at least for a moment or two. which leads into another tangent but thats for)#( another time. )

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bowerywilliam · 1 year

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Was Matt ever dating or connected to Billie Eilish?

no but they're friendly that way everyone in the music industry is sort of friendly with each other but fun fact: the date of my the 1975 show in mexico city, billie was performing in the venue next door

#billie's show was supposed to be the day before but it had to be moved to the next day because there was an electric storm and the venue #is outdoors so they moved it to the next day but lots of people (including me) had tickets for both shows so the 1975 show started half an #hour late to allow for people who were going to both shows to make it to the other venue on time and wouldn't miss any of the shows

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beaversatemygrandma · 2 years

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*sarcastic applause towards the local energy company whose property nearly totaled my car and they refused to do anything*

We got through that entire tropical storm with power only to lose it for an estimated five hours while the sky is CLEAR.

But tbh, this city isn’t so bad without all that light pollution and loud noises. Sounds like I’m back in a small town out here.

#taks speaks #really tho it's peaceful #but holy fuck *insert company name* get ur shit together #with how they keep up the properties they own i bet it's the same at the actual plants tbh #like shit. they keep it like shit.#ironically. the same tree on their property that hit my car with a huge branch fell the other day #ON the Road. BEFORE the storm.#idc if this is a 'lower income area' PLEASE fix the nuisance tree #and now the power is out and i have a sneaky suspicion theyre cleaning up the tree and fucked up #bc wow. the dark goes on forever rn #and for the first time since i got my wisdom teeth out am i finally able to gauge how it affected my tinnitus #bc i can't hear fans. cars. planes. trucks. and electricity rn.#it's still there but SO Much Quieter. it did a number on the tinnitus but didn't heal it.#good thing its cold out too now #the power being out isn't TOO much of a problem. other than the lack of natural air flow in this trailer #which is fixed by fans bc the ac is a little fucky too... which are now out. and all the air is settling. oh boy.#this is going to be a stuffy five hours that i'm about to sleep through

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joltik-guy · 2 months

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[Off screen post. End of current arc]

Joltik stood infront of the doorway to the void. Their stupid awful, inhuman body shaking, betraying the illusion of confidence.

They didn’t want to go in.

That’s what everything came down to. They didn’t want to.

They didn’t want to remember. They didn’t want to stay here. They didn’t want to be a hero. They didn’t want to be bitten by that stupid little spider. They…

Didn’t know what they wanted. But it wasn’t this.

Anything would be better than this.

…

They step through the door.

Yet they weren’t met with torture. Or pain.

Just themself.

A younger version of them, by less than a year or so.

Or maybe not at all. They were just. Different. They were right.

Their hair was brown, their eyes, a normal shade of blue. There were no major eye bags or grey hairs from stress. Their face was free of the diagonal scar that they were used to seeing in the mirror. Their arms were beautifully clean of scars and marks.

A jolteon stood beside them. Their Jolteon. Oatis.

They were perfect. A wonderful contrast to Joltiks broken, glitching, inhuman body.

And they could’ve been that. But it was ripped away from them.

And that hurt more than any torture could’ve.

“…”

Young them smiled, eerily calm

“I’ve been expecting you.”

“What is this? Why did you bring me here?”

Their smile fades, they take a step towards joltik, who takes a step back in turn.

“You needed a break.”

A sour laugh escapes Joltik’s mouth, they clench their fists, not breaking eye contact with themself.

“And who are you to decide that? CD needed me! People in the city needed me!

You ruined me

I needed to be reliable and you ruined that- for what? Because ‘I needed a break’ You don’t get to decide that“

The jolteon growls at them, but the perfect version of themself simply takes another step towards jotlik, smile returning.

“I am you. You wanted this.”

“No”

“You were tired. You wanted everything to stop because all you were doing is giving yourself out to everyone. Every second of your life was a chore, you didn��t even like CD. You didn’t like Astro. They were just people to save.”

“SHUT UP”

“…”

“If you wanted to be treated like a human, then you should start treating yourself like one. We’re not just a hero. We’re a person.”

“Are we?”

Joltik snaps, irritated. When they are met with silence, they continue.

“What do I have to do to get out of here?”

“Prove it. Prove you're going to start treating us properly. Prove you’re going to love people again, not just save them. Prove you can be a person.”

“I’m not a person.”

“Good luck leaving here.”

Their voice was starting to get bitter, not so perfect after all.

“How could I even prove that? I’m stuck in this fucking metaphor with my metaphorical inner self how could I do anything meaningful at all?”

“We mean a lot more than you think.”

Joltik sits. Thinking. They need to leave… but.

They do want to be themself.

Whoever that is.

Not just joltik.

Even if its imperfect. Even if they’re bad at it.

How to stop being a superhero…

It’s unclear how long joltik sat there before the realisation hit them.

A name. Their name. Something they never bothered to change.

Proof that they could be more than a self destructive hero.

…

It took them much longer to decide.

Something different from what they have been.

Something pretty. Like they could be.

“Avery. They can call me Avery.”

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Their eyes open. It was time to live

#joltik guy #the mind of a spider #electricity before the storm #pokemon roleplay #pokeblog rp #irl pkmn #pkmn rp #pokemon #pokemon unreality #rotumblr #pokereality #irl pokemon

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jorjin · 5 months

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We're already seeing the effects of global warming in the 3rd world. I just hope y'all know that

#jorjposting #wind storms like the dust bowl in a country it never happened.#40°C weather everyday the past few weeks. no rain in sight #water and electricity are unstable. in fact the heat broke MANY electricity networks around the country #many amazon rivers are dry. this never happened before.#we're getting 3 hours of running water everyday at best.#yeah. yeah they really were right when they said the first to feel it would be the poor countries.#ok to rb

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inkskinned · 5 months

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in internet posts it is easy to cut them out of your life. they are hurting you! they aren't listening to you!

they held your hair back. they lent you lipstick. they held your hand at the train station and got you home safe. they rounded on your bully, got loud, said get fucked, spitting-mad in your defense.

they also cut the hair off again. told you that you should really think twice before wearing something like that. took you for granted. took your insecurities and threw them in your face again.

you know logically it should be easy. all the internet advice comments always read it will feel better. like an equation - if a person is rotten, you just remove them. you pull the tooth that's hurting.

but it was never a big flare-up moment. you don't live in a sitcom. they never tried to take your boyfriend or steal from your apartment. they showed up to birthdays and they wrote songs about you and bring you water without you asking. once you found out they carry an emergency inhaler for you, even though you haven't had an asthma attack in years - just in case.

where is the line? people fuck up. sometimes they fuck up badly. sometimes people have raw personalities, like a powerline, and being around them is dangerous. addicting. sometimes they can't help themselves, but you know they're trying. sometimes they are just rough-around-the-edges. sometimes they don't even realize how they sounded when they said that. sometimes it's just - you've both loved each other for so long now, the way this thing hurts goes back to the root.

and that's the fucked up part. you have pushed your fingers against the sweetheart of memory. things these days are electric, tense, harrowing. they didn't used to be. there were a lot of good days in there. sometimes you want to just close your eyes and say can this be over yet? do we still need to be fighting?

doing that would give up any chance you get of getting an apology, but you don't always know that you need an apology, you love them. once they flaked on your birthday party. once they told you to get over it, people are always dying. they also let you crash on their couch for a week after the breakup, handfeeding you when you were so sad you couldn't eat. they are also judgmental about everything, occasionally react to banal statements with an attitude that is weird and fiery. they also love you like a lighthouse sometimes, so strong they cut the storm like lightning.

but the problem is that you might be storm. you might be the thing that needs breaking. what if you are two forces who are desperately, horribly drawn to each other, shaped by the other person's passions, and both good for each other and bad in equal measure.

what if you're both just people, and you're no saint neither.

just cut them off! swallowing the saltwater, you catch yourself in the mirror. you've been shaking more than usual. there's an ache in you that is oblique, loud, impossible to soothe. is this what it looks like? when life is "easier"?

your mouth will always have a hole, is the thing, if you remove the tooth.

#spilled ink #warm up #writeblr #this is about someone specific but feel free to blorbo on main.#tbh this is familial for me so that is an element but it's also about childhood best friends #and probably about ur enemies to lovers blorbo #(but i want to specifically say if ur partner is like this. not necessarily a good partnership lol.)#(the dynamics at play in familial/friend relationships feel equally important and in some ways are HARDER to escape.#bc we can see that this is a potentially toxic romantic foundation.#but in family ? ...... it's toxic and it doesn't stop u from loving them. bc u always have.#and i think that makes it harder. by a lot. which is what this is referencing).#but genuinely and really truly forever feel free to tag ur potentially toxic enemies to lovers on this and all my poetry #here i'll do one for u - adora & catra :x

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sweet-as-an-angel · 4 months

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Virgin! König

Warnings: 18+, Virgin! König, Rough! König, Huge Cock! König, Stomach Bulging, Size Difference, Praise, Unprotected Sex, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except ‘You’.

A behemoth pounding a comparatively tiny thing like you was, to the untrained eye, a complete mismatch. Especially when one could so easily spy the bulge in your stomach, the lengths to which your hole was stretched to accommodate his size, and the sheer weight with which his cock pinned you against the mattress.

But they wouldn’t see the feral gleam in König’s eye, the need to mark you as his plain as day in the pace with which he thrusts, the bulging of his veins along his shaft, and the fervency with which the head of his length sobs, thick globs of pre-cum making his entrance only a scintilla easier as the girth of his cock renders re-entry almost impossible.

Almost.

You know that telling him to slow down would be pointless now; a plea upon deaf ears. Especially as König all but sees god in his rapidly-approaching orgasm. His pupils are blown wide beneath half-lidded eyes, his lips suffocating as he presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss to yours. He pants, moaning, groaning, grunting with every exhale.

He halts, – only for a second – and pulls out before gripping your legs and throwing your knees over his shoulder. He slams back in, hitting a spot deep within you. You can only scream as he resumes his animal pace, slamming into you more times than you can count, reaching a place no other man ever could.

“Doing– s-such a good job, Köni,” you coo between stilted gasps, hands gripping the pillow encasing your head, your crown hitting the headboard. He whimpers at your praise, biting his lip as he looks down at you, gazes upon the battlefield of bruises, bites and welts he’d pressed into your skin. He buries his mouth into the crook of your knee. He bites, suckling, burns the word ‘Mine’ into your skin.

And you can only lay there and take it, every sensibility being thoroughly pounded out of you with each shunt of König’s hips. And to think that this was his first time. Yet, he’s managed to break you down into such a state of fatigued euphoria that you can scarcely believe it. If it hadn’t been for the feverish, feral look in his eye, the sloppy rhythm to which he tries so desperately to abide, and his unwavering need to please you – praising you for taking his cock while almost sobbing amidst the buzz building in his core – you’d have assumed he’d been at this longer far than you have.

It only takes your clenching around him, trying to seize him as his unrelenting pace proves too much for you, that brings this giant to his knees. With your walls bearing down on him, strangling his member between robes of scorching velvet, it takes one final squeeze to wring König for all he’s worth.

He lets go a high-pitched, strangled moan as the knot in his abdomen snaps, a preliminary twitch of his most prominent vein your only warning before he’s flooding you with his semen. He throws his head back, eyes screwing shut as an electric storm sets his very being alight. You can feel his load pumping into you, filling you past full. Some trickles out, viscous and plentiful, in the little space where you and König are joined.

He can’t stop himself from collapsing on top of you as your knees fall from his shoulders. König uses what little remains of his strength to stop himself from crushing you with his gargantuan frame. His head hangs just above your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin. You swear you feel his drool dripping onto the pillow, just catching the edge of your marked, burning flesh. His tongue lolls out of his mouth, his teeth grazing your shoulder.

“Scheiße, (Y/N),” he whispers, his voice thin, his breathing deep.

Whatever reservations he’d had about the temptations of the flesh had been thoroughly eradicated thanks to you. But now, he faced another issue; trying to get a handle on his newfound libido – all without destroying you in the process.

This is going to be a long night.

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dolcettamagica · 2 months

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𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥

ceo!sukuna x secretary!reader, modern au

tags: degradation, daddy kink, dirty talk, fingering, spanking, true form sukuna notes: minors dni, one sequel to "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘉𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘰𝘴𝘴" - you decided to not text your boss Sukuna wc: 1.3k

Sukuna was fuming with rage as he sat at his work desk, eyes glued on his door waiting for you to finally come in. He gave you his private number, a number no one got (since he mainly fucked women at work anyway) and you didn’t call him? Not even bother to sent a message? Did you even save his number? Sukuna's rage was a tempest, a storm swirling within him, threatening to burst forth and consume everything in its path. His fists clenched so tight that his knuckles turned bone-white, his jaw tensed, muscles coiling like springs ready to snap. Each breath he took felt like fire searing his lungs, fueling the inferno of his fury.

It wasn't just anger; it was a primal force, raw and unbridled. How could you crawl over to him like a slut and then just ghost him. After he left the bar he couldn’t even get his cock soft – it waited to be buried deep inside your cunt. Suddenly (and finally) his door opened and you walked into the room, your eyes staring at the floor.

“Good morning, sir”, you greeted him sheepishly.

“Lock the fucking door and come over here, now.”

Your boss didn’t even bother to hide his anger and you were smart enough not to question his mood. Without a word you walked over to his desk. His red eyes were burning holes into your skin.

“Why didn’t you text me? I told you to do that”, Sukuna stood up, his fingers tapping on his wooden desk as he moved closer to you.

“I don’t think that would have been appropriate, sir.”

As the words hit his ears, a surge of anger coursed through Sukuna's veins like a bolt of lightning. The sentence struck him with the force of a physical blow. His jaw clenched so tight it felt as though his teeth might shatter under the pressure. A torrent of emotions roiled within him, a turbulent sea of indignation and frustration threatening to engulf him entirely. How could you dare utter such words, he seethed inwardly, feeling his temper flare hotter with each passing moment. Every fiber of his being screamed for retribution, for a release of the pent-up rage festering within him. Yet, beneath the anger, there simmered a sense of hurt, a wounded pride that stoked the flames of his fury even higher.

“Inappropriate, huh?” Sukuna's heart pounded with an adrenaline-fueled rhythm as he pressed you against his workdesk, his palm firmly planted beside you, caging you in. The suddenness of his action caught you off guard, your eyes widening in surprise before a flicker of excitement danced within you. His gaze bore into yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine, a silent declaration of desire. The scent of your perfume filled his senses, intoxicating him further as he leaned in.

“You know what’s inappropriate? All the times you went on break just to rub your little pussy after I praised you. The way you press your legs together in an attempt to not cum all over the place after I yell at colleagues who fuck up their work. You think I’m dumb, little one?”

Sukuna's lips grazed your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. The faintest touch of his lips against your skin ignited a fire within you, a wave of sensation coursing through your body like electricity. His kisses were rough and urgent, each one leaving a trail of heat in its wake. His grip tightened on your arm, a rough urgency in his movements as he spun you around, your back now pressed firmly against Sukuna’s chest. The suddenness of his action caused your breath to catch in your throat, your heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. His touch was possessive yet intoxicating, sending a jolt of desire coursing through your veins. With your back against him, you could feel the heat of his body, the strength of his embrace and his hard cock pressing against your ass.

“You need to be punished, baby, Was waiting for you the night to text me”, he whispered into your ears before taking a step back, “Bend over the desk, slut.”

As you leaned over your boss's desk, the air seemed to crackle with tension. Your movements were graceful, yet purposeful, the lines of your silhouette casting a spell of allure. With each subtle shift, the fabric of your blouse hugged your curves, your skirt rocking up, teasingly revealing hints of the allure beneath. Sukuna, momentarily captivated by the sight before him, struggled to maintain his composure and not just fuck you right there and then.

“You’ve been a bad girl”, all of sudden, without any kind of warning, his hand smacked down on your ass, earning a small squeal, “You a little cocktease, huh? Knew damn well how fucking soaked you got after our simple kiss and then you decided to not text me after?”

“I-I’m sorry, sir”, he whimpered as another blow hit your ass. Sukuna pulled your skirt down to the ground, exposing your behind. Now it would start to hurt.

“Sorry doesn’t fucking cut it, baby. I wanted to fill you up real good last night. I would have come over just to let you bounce on my cock. Beg for forgiveness, slut.” And once again he smacked your ass.

“I’m sorry” Another blow. “Pl-please…Please forgive me, Mr. Sukuna.” Another blow. Your ass was turning red at this point. “I’m begging you pl–please…ahh.” That moan was everything Sukuna needed to hear – so needy and eager, he imagined you would love for him to manhandle you like this. Such a dirty whore.

You were a begging, trembling mess before him and he loved every inch of the view. Grinning he reached his hand out, his finger grazing over your thong covered slit. “Soaked through your panties already, baby? That’s all it got? Some dirty talk and spanking? Want daddy to help you out?”

Self-respect? Professionalism? Everything left your body as soon as he called himself daddy. “Yes, please help me out, daddy.”

“Now you’re a good girl.” Sukuna pulled your thong down and you groaned as you felt him use his finger to circle your clit. Seemed like daddy knew your body well, knew the pressure and the patterns that could turn you into a stuttering and groaning mess. When he dipped his fingers inside of you, you shifted slightly to make him go deeper. His fingers fucked you open so well, deepening his strokes to rub your g-spot and draw you closer to the edge. You felt yourself give in to him, becoming more wet as he continued touching your clit and pumping his fingers into your sloppy cunt as well.

“You’re so fucking wet for me. Can you hear it? How my fingers ram in and out of your slutty hole, huh? Clenching me so well, sucking me in. Tell daddy what you want, little one, tell me.”

“D–daddy…please, please fuck me”, Sukuna never stopped fingering your hole and restarted spanking your ass, “I need your cock, daddy, ahh– I’m begging you to fill me up.”

You heard Sukuna unzipping his pants, something warm now pushing against your entrance about to replace his fingers.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll call me your god.”

Maybe you were way too horny and desperate, losing touch with reality because suddenly you felt two hands grabbing your waist while two other hands wrapped around your body and cupped your tits. Sukuna rammed his cock into your pussy but you could feel something even thicker and bigger laying on your ass.

“You’re my favorite human, little one.”

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via Palestinian photographer (belalkh) on Instagram “The child's mother: Azhar Saleh touches her baby daughter for the first time since she was born more than 2 month and 10 days ago. The mother gave her one last kiss before leaving Gaza, she "Forcibly" couldn't be with her baby, who travelled to Egypt yesterday for treatment without any accompaniment. Azhar survived the Israeli occupation's storming of Al-Shifa Hospital when they stormed the nurseries and cut off electricity to the hospital. Azhar, is not the only one who was separated from her family by the occupation. There are dozens of children left without a mother or father. And the stories are not over.” Images: Belal Khaled

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