#i love him so much but when he said this i wanted to strangle his ass

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Inspired by this pic made by @infernally_fond

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When the devil asks if you want to play, you’re supposed to say no. It’s a lesson most people learn as children. Some don’t take it to heart. They say yes instead because the devil promises he will give them something they desperately want in return.

Tav says yes because she fancies him.

That’s alright. They aren’t playing a game of life or death, and her soul isn’t on the line; just her dignity, and she never had much of that to begin with. Only an idiot would agree to a game they don’t understand. Tav isn’t stupid (honest!) but Raphael’s easy smile and request for her company – mostly the smile, it’s a dangerous weapon put it away damn you – chased off all her answers that weren’t ‘yes, of course, I’d love to play Lanceboard with you!’ So now she sits in his room at Sharess’ Caress watching him watch her across the table as she bumbles and bullshits her moves, losing pieces and losing her mind, because she knows he knows she has no idea what she’s doing but he hasn’t said a damn word about it.

He chooses a piece. She watches his long, deft fingers carefully position it on the board. Lucky thing. “Your move,” he says, languid. Everything about him is relaxed, even his posture. He’s resting his cheek on his fist, elbow on the table. Awful manners; must’ve been raised in a barn. His dark eyes glint in a way that makes it obvious he’s enjoying her squirming, her buffoonery. His expression is cooking her from the inside: not-quite-placid, could be conceived as bored if not for the subtle smoulder, a quirk of mildly sadistic amusement. If he keeps staring at her like that, she fears she might do something foolish.

She blindly grabs her piece. She doesn’t know which it is; knows it’s hers from the colour and that’s about it. Smacks it onto a square that’s (probably) alright. Nods, leans back in her chair, pretends to be confident with her approach, her strategy. “There. Your turn.”

Raphael blinks lazily at her. At the board. “Inspired. Truly,” he drawls, making his next move. “By madness, but nonetheless.”

Tav purses her lips. She doesn’t miss the way his gaze flickers to them. “What is madness but a denial of reality? That’s what you said before, right?”

His mouth twists with a lopsided, barely-there smirk. He surely doesn’t miss her glances, either. “Indeed I did. And what reality are you denying at this moment, little mouse?”

Knowing how to play this bloody game, she thinks, wishing he’d challenged her to checkers instead. “Letting you win,” she responds. Round peg, square hole – put her piece here, steal the piece she jealously witnessed him fondle, strangle it in her fist for its crime. He chuckles; rich, deep, raspy.

“A daring manoeuvrer, and highly illegal.” Yet he does nothing to rectify her blatant ignorance. (Actually, devil, what’s illegal is that chuckle). He simply makes his next move. “You know, it’s usually customary for one to be aware of the stakes of a game before they play it.”

And this, Tav thinks in resignation, is why he’s let me trample all over the match like a drunken elephant. She never learns. Somewhere, Wyll is shaking his head in disappointment.

“You didn't tell me there were stakes,” she accuses; considers pouting but doubts that would work on this crafty creature. “I thought we were just playing for fun.”

“And we are, my dear friend,” Raphael coos, terribly entertained (bastard). “What’s more fun than the thrill of a daring wager?”

“The security of knowing I’m not going to lose my soul?”

Raphael’s grin stretches; sharpens. “Oh, but I thought you were going to beat me. Where has your confidence gone, all of a sudden?”

He’s wretched. Vile. Despicable. Tav is so attracted to him it’s ludicrous. “I’ll win,” she snaps, “and then maybe I’ll take your soul instead. I’ll put it in a little jar and keep it with my other shiny baubles and all the things Scratch dug up. How’s that for a wager?”

“Riveting. Inexperienced, as far as eternal torment goes, but it’s a start,” the devil praises, pleased when Tav scowls at him. “Though, as delectable as your soul would be, it isn’t quite what I had in mind.”

“What, then?”

“Hmm…” He makes a show of drumming his fingers on the table in thought. Large, lithe, well-groomed; she likes his hands. Often wonders what other kinds of magic they can do. (Look away, Tav! This is serious!) “How about, if I win, you tell me exactly why you agreed to this game. Why you abandoned the safety of your companions and entered my den alone. Why you were so eager to say yes. And don’t think about lying, little mouse. I’ll know if you do.”

Well, shit. Letting him eat her soul didn’t seem like such a bad idea anymore. One does not simply inform a devil that they like him – especially not this devil. He will use that knowledge, that power, for naught but nefarious purposes, manipulating her much more than he already does. The worst part is, Tav knows she’ll enjoy it. You’re well and truly fucked, mate, as Karlach would say.

Stomach in her shoes, Tav plucks up all the courage and stupidity she has left. “And if I win? What do I get?”

“That’s up to you,” Raphael says. He clearly thinks he has the upper hand. He’s right, but damn him anyway.

Fine, then. In for a penny and all that. “If I win, I want a kiss.”

She’s surprised him, she can tell. She’s surprised herself, scarcely believing she actually said that, but it’s out there now, in the open, lingering like a bad stink. She’s basically already given him the answer he wanted, but Tav isn’t under the illusion he didn’t know beforehand. The power, you see, comes from getting her to admit it aloud.

“A…kiss,” he repeats slowly.

“Yes.” She sticks to her guns despite her racing heart, sweaty palms, impending sense of doom. “From you, obviously.”

He considers it for a long moment, statuesque, giving almost nothing away. Tav does her best not to squirm out of her seat, pretends to be as aloof and unaffected as he is, to questionable success. The satisfaction glittering in Raphael’s dark eyes makes her grind her teeth. He’s toying with his food, as he is wont to do. Stretching out this moment until she’s at her most uncomfortable. Pulling her nerves taut. The split second before they break, he responds.

“Acceptable. Shall we continue, then?”

“Let’s.”

Tav expects a massacre. Tries to mentally prepare for him to pull the rug from beneath her feet, decimate her pathetic attempts, and then string her up by her metaphorical toes and bleed her for every pathetic confession and admission she can give while he gorges on her emotional turmoil (and masochistic delight). That isn’t what happens. Instead, she wins – in about as loose as the term can be used, but still.

“My, my!” Raphael exclaims, faking every bit of awe as he beholds the board, the claiming of his king, the crumbling of his miniature marble empire. “It seems my devilish wits weren’t enough to stop the might of the Hero of Baldur’s Gate. I’ve been bested. A villain, defeated. Quite the fitting end for this little tale. Don’t you agree?”

Tav sits in stunned silence. Of course he let her do this. She’s not completely delusional (yet), but the implications for why are taking their sweet time sinking into her holey grey matter.

“Ah, but I suppose the Hero wants what she’s owed,” the devil continues, sweeping his arms in a grand gesture. “Let it never be said that I am not a man of my word. Come then, Tav. Claim your prize.”

For a moment, Tav doesn’t move. In some ways this is worse than if he won. Raphael waits, a smirk teasing its way onto his face. He’s challenging her. Daring her. Come into my lair, said the spider to the fly. She’s already here, and she might be stupid, but she’s not a coward. Her knees only tremble slightly as she stands, makes her way to him.

He gets up, too.

He’s not much taller than her, but Tav feels like she’s approaching a mountain. The coals that have been simmering in her belly all evening catch flame. This close, the smell of him is overwhelming: cherries, smoke, fire. The heat he gives off can’t be anything but Infernal, despite his human guise. Anticipation sets her jaw, her throat dry. It’s impossible to tell what he’s thinking as he slowly, slowly, leans forward, dark eyes fixed on her mouth. His breath is hot as it fans across her face. Tav’s lips part unconsciously, eyelids closing. He’s but a whisper away, the silk of his sinful mouth a phantom against her own…

He kisses her cheek. The left one, high on her cheek bone, and though he’s completely composed, she can hear the brief huff of amusement leave his nose as he pulls away.

“There you are,” he says, jovial, almost business-like as she gapes at him, humiliated, flabbergasted, furious. “One kiss, its nature wholly unspecified, delivered as promised. I always deal fairly.”

This fucker’s trying not to laugh. Tav can see the tell-tale twitch of his lips (lips whose imprint burns on her cheek, entirely not where she wanted thank you very much) and the gleam of delight in his eye. Oh yes, he’s had fun with her today.

“Is something wrong?” He asks her innocently when she does nothing but glare at him.

“No,” she grits out.

“Good,” he purrs, unable to stop the shit-eating grin from spreading across his face. “I’d hate to hear that you’re dissatisfied with your victory. I did my very best to acquiesce. As a little advice for the future, from one thrill-seeker to another: you might try being more specific with the terms of your wagers. After all, what’s that saying you mortals are so fond of? Ah, yes. The devil’s in the details. Keep that in mind for next time, hm? Ta-ta.”

A click of his fingers, a spark of hellish magic, and she’s standing in the middle of their rooms at the Elfsong tavern.

“Arsehole!”

From where he’s lounging on a sofa, Astarion lowers the book he’s reading enough to raise an eyebrow at Tav. “Who’s the arsehole, darling, and what have they done?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Tav mutters. “Where’s Gale? I need to learn how to play lanceboard.”

#baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 raphael #raphael x tav #raphael bg3 #fanfic #cringe

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pregnant

summary: riley is pregnant. dad nico!!

contains: fluff, pure, pure fluff!!, instagram

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june 25, 2024

riley’s period was late. like two weeks late. and it started to worry her, she wasn’t worried at the beginning because she’s always had on and off periods.

worlds were over (just a guess bc i have no idea when they end)

they were in michigan, riley was helping jack still, he was out of the sling, but still had trouble with his arm.

riley was with jack, quinn, and luke. “i think im pregnant.” riley stated.

“come again?” quinn said. “aren’t you on birth control?” jack asked. “it doesn’t always work. it’s 99.9% of the time, i think.” riley said.

“condoms?” luke pointed out. “okay i’m married, i don’t need a lecture on protection.” riley hit luke on the shoulder.

“yea well seems like you didn’t use any.” luke rolled his eyes. “i will strangle you.” riley said. “you tell nico?” jack asked.

“no. i haven’t taken a test yet” riley shook her head. “then go take one, the hell?” quinn said. “clearly my own brother don’t love me. i’m leaving, i’ll see you guys later.”

riley gave them each a kiss on the head before leaving.

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the pregnancy test in front of riley said positive, the second one, also said positive.

riley sighed, “hey nico? can you come here please.” riley called. “of course, what’s wrong?” nico asked walking up to the bathroom.

when nico entered the room, he had a confused look on his face.

“i’m pregnant.” riley stated, pointing at the tests. nico looked at the tests, looking back at riley.

“riley that’s amazing.” nico hugged her. riley hugged him back. riley could feel nico’s tears on her neck. riley kissed his head.

nico pulled away, wiping the happy tears streaming down his cheek. “mom. call our moms.” nico said. “yea, you should call yours.. we can tell mine in person.” riley said.

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july 16, 2024

“okay, mrs. and mr. hischier, the babies are healthy.” the OB, tommy said. tommy is her nickname. “babies?” nico asked.

“yes, twins. here look, this is twin A, and this twin B, we couldn’t see B at first, as they are hiding behind A. but you can see the four sets of fingers and toes.” tommy exlained.

riley nodded. “so there’s two?” nico asked. “yes, nico. two.” riley said, grabbing his hand. nico hummed, squeezing her hand.

“with twins, the pregnancy can be complicated, make sure your taking extra care of yourself, and that husband of yours doesn’t cause any extra stress.” tommy pointed at nico.

riley smiled. “okay i don’t cause stress.” nico rolled his eyes. “whatever you want to believe, sweetheart.” riley kissed his hand.

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caption: we’ve got twins on the way!! coming march 2025 just in time to watch nico play some hockey!!

tagged// nicohischier

comments:

nicohischier: mini hockey players in the making.

- riley_hischier: or whatever that want to be.

lhughes_06: uncle luke. i’m uncle luke.

- riley_hischier: no luke your an aunt

user: OMG!!! DAD NICO I CRIED 😭😭

user: IM SO HAPPY

jackhughes: okay now this is too much.

- riley_hischier: go home.

_quinnhughes: hey hi, twins. we were twins.

- riley_hischier: hey hi, i know.

user: WHAT THE EFF

njdevils: Congrats mrs. and mr. hischier!! 🎉

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Damian (Gremlin) Wayne and his even more gremlin-esque family pt.5

Richard, Jason and Tim stand outside of Bruce's large bathroom, the three sets of blue eyes narrowing at the little boy splashing around cutely in their father's bathtub. Jason can't help the disbelieving scoff that escapes from his mouth at the sight of Damian gathering bubbles in his hand and blowing them with quite possibly the cutest giggle he's ever heard ugliest little chortle he's ever heard.

Jason softly growls deep in his throat and looks down at Richard while pointing at said bouncing baby boy through the cracked open door. "Look at the little dirtbag! Playing the cute card up while we were left to clean everything up! I oughta drown him in his own bathwater."

Richard shushes Jason and reaches up to pat the younger boy's head. "Drowning is going a bit too far...but in due time we'll make Damian see things our way."

Tim lets out a huff from below Richard, "Can't he reflect on it while being held under the water? I know I'd love to get my hands on him and teach him a thing or two about stepping in on our territory." Tim looks at Bruce as he says "territory" and listens to the agreeing noise Jason makes. And you know what? It's kind of disturbing how much they've been in agreement lately...but for now their alliance is what matters most during this trying time.

The sound of Damian talking interrupts the three aggravated boys, the trio leaning closer to hear what the younger boy is saying.

"You know, father....I think I want those toy ducks you offered to put in the water. Unless it's too much trouble?" Richard holds back the strangled noise his throat tries to make at the sight of Bruce kindly smiling and kissing Damian's forehead before rising to a stand. "It's no trouble at all. Give me some time to go find them and I'll be right back to wash your hair."

Damian hums and smiles at Bruce leaving, watching carefully as his father freezes outside of the doorway and looks around suspiciously. The small boy pops a bubble before addressing his dad, "What's the matter? Are you alright, father?" Bruce shakes his head and smiles at Damian before reassuring the boy that everything is fine and leaving the bedroom.

Damian's smile drops as soon as he hears the bedroom door click shut, his tongue clicking to the roof of his mouth while he narrows his green eyes to the entrance of the bathroom. "I know you three are out there spying on me and father. Are you trying to sabotage my special time with him? Because if so, you'll be the ones drowning in this bathwater instead of me."

Green eyes stay trained on the doorway, a self-satisfied smile stretching Damian's lips at seeing Richard, Jason and Tim shuffling into the bathroom with varying looks of displeasure written on their faces.

Tim crosses his arms and holds Damian's glare with his own, "So you knew we were there the whole time and didn't say anything?" Damian delights in Tim's eye twitching when he throws some bubbles at him, "Why would I? I was reveling in the knowledge of you three looking on in jealousy and anger at the affection father is so easily giving me. I would be foolish to interrupt the live entertainment."

Jason steps forward and glares down at Damian, "Is that all you see us as is entertainment? We've been here longer than you and you mosey your way on in here and disrespect us by bathing in our father's bathtub and eating our food?"

Damian acknowledges the comment with a sneer, "You all are a circus-" green eyes look over at Richard in amusement-"Though I suppose one of you is used to playing the clown, isn't that right? And as for bathing in his tub and eating the food, your arguments are becoming quite childish and petty, do you not think so? Though If we were to argue that point: I am the blood son, all this will belong to me one day and therefore whatever is my father's is mine. And if you dare fuck this chance up for me to be with the man I've heard stories about since my birth...well, I suppose I'll have to make your life a living hell."

Richard narrows his eyes at the violent curl of Damian's lips and the fire in his eyes. Cursing the boy for how cute he looks when he leans over the tub and looks up at the three of them with wide eyes and a suddenly sweet smile. "And what competition truly is there when I am sitting right here?" Damian flutters his lashes and puffs out his cheeks cutely, "Now get out of my presence before I have to deal with you three myself. And believe you me, you do not want me getting out of this bathtub."

Jason mocks Damian and rolls his eyes, "You do not want me getting out of this bath tub". We aren't scared of you ya little jackass! We have faced worse than an angry, spiteful little gremlin taking a bubble bath. It'll be like dealing with a wet, pathetic looking cat."

Richard looks up in thought before shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know, Jay...wet cats are particularly feisty." Jason elbows the other in his side for the comment, the two starting to argue until the sound of Bruce's footsteps is heard coming near the bathroom. The three send a small glare Damian's way before slipping away to hide just as Bruce pushes the door open.

Damian gives a genuinely happy smile at seeing his father with a vast selection of rubber ducks in his arms. The man quickly dumping the toys in the water and softly apologizing for taking so long, "I'm glad that the tub has a 'keep warm' feature or else you would have been sitting in cold water this whole time."

Damian starts to arrange all the ducks in the water while Bruce reaches up to grab his shampoo, the cap popping open before the man pauses and makes a small noise. "I forgot to ask if you wanted me to use a different product? I can go-" Bruce is pulled back down by a small, wet hand on his arm, turning his head to see his son looking delighted at the thought of using his very own shampoo. "It's fine! I would be honored to smell like you, father! You smell really good."

Bruce settles back down with a smile and squirts out some of the product into his hands while lathering it up. "So how did it go?"

Damian's satisfied little sigh at the gentle hands cleaning his scalp is replaced with a confused hum at the question. "How did what go, father?" Bruce chuckles from behind Damian and continues his work, "The talk with your brothers, you know, the three boys who have decided to hide away in my bathroom. How did it go?"

Damian opens his eyes and cranes his head back to look up into the fondly amused gaze of his father. The man looks down at Damian with a smirk and waits patiently for his other three children to reveal themselves, his smile growing wider at Richard's sigh coming from the bathroom closet and Jason's curses coming from above him. Bruce dips one of his hands in the bathwater to wash it off before reaching over to the sink cabinets and knocking on it thrice.

"I know you're in there, Timmy."

Bruce waits patiently and chuckles at seeing Tim poke his head out from the cabinet with a nervous look in his eyes and frown on his lips. Bruce doesn't mind sitting in the silence as he turns back to finish washing Damian's hair, he can practically hear his childrens worried thoughts wondering about if they are in any trouble-and he just finds that amusing.

Of course, it is Richard that speaks up first, "We just wanted to come check up on him. Make sure he didn't drown in the bathtub since he's so small." Bruce tilts Damian's head back as the boy turned to look at the guilty faces of his siblings and rinses the boy's hair out. Turning to raise a brow at his eldest child as he does so, "He is almost the same size as Jason when I first took him in. Mind you, Jason was perfectly fine when sitting in this same tub."

Damian's eyes widen and he pulls away from his father's hands to point accusingly at the nineteen-year-old. "You got to use this same bathtub!? Why are you mad at me for using it!?" Bruce's brows pinch together and he turns to look at Jason now instead. "You got mad at him for using my tub?"

Damian tugs at Bruce's arm with a fierce nod, "And he threatened me! He and Timothy said they were going to drown me in my own bathwater." Icy blue eyes widen slightly before giving the two teens a disciplinary glare, "Did you threaten to drown your baby brother?" The avoidance of making eye contact from Tim and Jason defensively crossing his arms tells Bruce all he needs to know.

Bruce makes an offended noise and places his hands on his hips while sighing tiredly. "Why would you say that to him? Alfred told me you three were getting along in the cave earlier...were you lying to him when he came down there?"

Richard wants to desperately defend himself from any of these accusations, but he knows Bruce wouldn't believe him if he said that Alfred was just as much into this whole debate as they are. "We weren't lying! It was only a little brotherly teasing, B, we swear it!" Richard shouts and looks desperately at his three youngest brothers in hope that they'll suck up their pride, play along, and make nice with each other to ease their father's worries.

But the evil gleam in Damian's large, green eyes tells the eldest Wayne child otherwise, the baby of the family is set on a righteous vengeance as he wobbles his lower lip and-somehow-reddens his chubby cheeks while leaning over the edge of the tub once again. "Richard is lying, father! He didn't even try to stop them from saying such despicable things! He just sat and watched as Todd and Drake threatened me...do they really not want me here?" Damian murmurs sadly, avoiding eye contact while he dredges up fake tears.

Bruce's glare gets even more intimidating while he looks on disappointedly at his eldest three sons. His sharp gaze returning back to Richard after he finishes thoroughly glaring at the younger two.

"I know Tim and Jason are in control of their own actions...but is this true, Richard? Did you just watch as your other two brothers picked on the baby?" Bruce clicks his tongue in disappointment at the stuttering from Richard and the guilty looks of Jason and Tim and points to the bathroom door with a frown.

"You three wash up. Jason, Tim, you both go to your rooms. I expect apologies from all three of you in the morning."

Jason scoffs and crosses his arms, "Like hell I'm apologizing to the little r-" he trails off at THE LOOK™ Bruce is giving him and looks away, trying a different tactic instead. "I'm nineteen...I don't need to listen to you anymore."

Jason ignores Tim muttering about how he never listens at Bruce pulling the disappointed dad arm cross. "You are absolutely right, Jason Peter. You don't have to listen to me, but you are living in my house, you eat up the food I by with my money and you have yet to move out. And while I provide all those things because I love you dearly, as long as you choose to live under my roof, what does that mean for your nineteen-year-old behind?"

Jason crosses his arms and pouts frowns, "It means I'll wash up and go to my room." The teen gives one last glare to Damian before angrily stomping out of Bruce's room, Tim whispering an apology with wet eyes before exiting the room as well.

Richard feels upset as well, but mainly at himself, isn't he supposed to be the mature one? Where did those times go? The eldest says his good night's before rushing out of Bruce's room and heading to his own only to see Jason and Tim sulking in his bed. Richard sighs before settling on the edge and ruffling the two messy heads, "I thought Bruce told us to wash up and head to bed."

The younger two can hear the unasked question: "why are you two sitting here instead?" Tim answers with a whine and looks up pitifully at the man, "We've done it now! Bruce will never forgive us! Our mistakes are too much and we will surely be sent to live in an orphanage or home for troubled youths..."

Jason glares up at the ceiling but pushes his head farther into the eldest's gentle head pats. "Me and D are too old for the orphanage-"

Tim wails louder in distress, "I'm being separated from more of my only family!? That orphanage system will eat me alive! I don't wanna go!" Jason sits up and leans on his elbows to look down at Tim in genuine confusion and a bit of concern. "Timmers...do you really think you'll be leaving the Manor for some shitty government system? Bruce would rather date the Joker before giving any of us up, now shut up and let me finish! I was also going to say that D doesn't have to go to his room."

Tim lets out a confused noise at the feeling of a large hand replacing Richard's on his head to quickly ruffle his hair affectionately before pushing his face away.

The eldest smiles at the scene before frowning at Jason's comment, "What do you mean? Dad told us to wash up and head to our rooms." Jason shakes his head and gestures to himself and Tim, "Wrong. Dad said the THREE of us had to wash up and me and Tim head to our rooms. I guess because I'm not actually twenty I still get room treatment."

Richard thinks about it for a second before smiling sheepishly, "Well...with the look he was giving, he mind as well have been talking about me too. There's no way I wasn't about to not come into my room as a precaution." Jason sighs loudly and ignores how Tim has sought comfort in his side, the eldest notices Tim doing so and softly sighs. "It's just the anxiety talking, bud. B isn't going to send us away...why don't you go get your clothes and wash up in my bathroom? Then we can have a looong hugging session."

At the words "long", "hugging", and "session." Jason attempts to roll out of the bed but is held down by Richard and immediately smothered in hugs, the second eldest loudly curses and fights while Tim starts laughing at them and jumps on top of Richard.

The sweet moment is ruined by the creek of the door opening and Alfred walking in with Jason and Tim's clothing. "You three better wash up quickly and stop soiling my sheets with your food stained bodies. And you, Jason and Tim, better head to your rooms right after you bathe here or else I'll be telling your father." Tim clears his throat and sits up straight, looking at Alfred curiously.

"What's B doing with Damian now?"

Alfred hands the clothes over to the two teens and smiles at the three with an oddly joyful look in his eyes. "I believe young Master Damian has gained a couple more points as he has used Master Bruce to physically get rid of you three. He is now wearing one of your father's too large for him shirts as we speak and he is sleeping in Master Bruce's bed for the night."

Alfred turns to leave the room and pauses at the doorway, turning around with an impish look that matches Damian's face all too well. "Oh yes, and he told me to tell you three that when you sleep tonight, you better be dreaming of his success-" his face returns back to something stoic as he slowly closes the door with a professional-"Have a good night, young sirs." Jason punches at Richard's pillow angrily when the door clicks shut while Tim huffs and flops back onto the bed.

Richard just groans and buries his face in his hands, wondering to himself where this all went wrong.

(Richard is really out here acting like that kid that gets an A+ all the time and then gets one bad review on Yelp one A- and has a meltdown over it. That is the representation of how he felt at Bruce scolding him. 😂

Also, I know nineteen isn't really an age where anyone gets sent to their room...but let Bruce be a dad! And I wasn't going to swap ages around suddenly for it lol, I do hope everyone can ignore that sksksk. And poor Tim becoming anxious over Bruce getting mad, poor lad will probably be up all night like 🌘👄 🌒 at the thought of Bruce sending him away.

Basically the summary of this pt is:

Richard: 😡🌝(<- his scheming face)😅😱😞😓🥺😢

Jason: 😡💯🔥😡🤬🤬🤬🤬😒(<- at Damian)😔(<- when Bruce scolds him)🤬😡🤬😡🤬😡

Tim: 😒😡🥲😔🥺😓😞🌘👄🌒😭😕🙁☹️😨😰(<- the last five is him thinking about being sent away)

As usual, if anyone manages to see and like/reblog this, you are much appreciated! You lovelies please stay safe, happy, healthy and of course lovely as always. 💛)

#dc comics #dc universe #dcu #bruce wayne #bruce loves his kids #bruce wayne is a good dad #alfred pennyworth #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #humor #fluff and humor #damian wayne is cute #gremlin damian wayne #gremlin dick grayson #gremlin jason todd #gremlin tim drake #alfred (sophisticated gremlin) pennyworth #crack fic #crack treated seriously #tired dad bruce wayne

[nrilliree]

It's hilarious to see the antis losing their minds over Daemyra's HBO video called Love Story. They keep repeating that this is grooming and that the relationship should not be romanticized and glorified. It's frankly worrying to see all these people throwing around such a serious word so seriously when they probably don't know the definition. Book or show, Daemyra is not grooming. And these people make me laugh. They complain about seeing Daemyra as a romance when that's what it is. It's not because there is an age difference and incest that the relationship is toxic, open a history book for pity's sake people... A bit of culture. The toxic elements of the show don't even exist in the book. Like Daemon's delirium taking Rhaenyra to the brothel in episode 4 (and even if it has a toxic aspect, not only that, it's also a liberating scene for Rhaenyra's character. It's a complex scene. Gray. Not black or white) Or even when he strangles her in episode 10. (which many people point out elsewhere to counter the video, while once again, in the book it does not exist, and this scene has already been criticized a lot for its inconsistency...) Even if also, I don't know in what world these people live, but they are aware that a romance can have problematic aspects in fiction? This is nothing new. Especially in fantasy universes. This tendency to associate love with a situation only deemed pure is also worrying. Especially in a fictional format made for entertainment. Also, worst comment: "Everyone forgets what Emma D'Arcy says about Dameyra?!!!!!!!" As gospel. Let's be clear, Emma D'Arcy is a human being who can and does say stupid things, exactly like calling Daemyra grooming. Especially since in the same interview where she talked about it, she was completely wrong about Rhaenyra's age! But hey, since it's a trend in this fandom to rejuvenate Rhaenyra to make her appear underage in episode 4, I imagine that people don't care about this detail. Plus, for what it's worth, she's also spoken highly of Dameyra in different interviews and even said she would read fanfiction of them. 😂 So frankly, it makes me gently laugh at those who promote Emma D'Arcy's words as the ultimate truth. Worse, there are even people who don't like Rhaenicent and claim that it's a better romance than Daemyra. In what ? In the show, apart from the completely occ strangling scene we can't say that Daemon actually did anything bad to Rhaenyra. While I recall that Alicent, not only in addition to having injured Rhaenyra, giving her a lifelong scar by having tried to take Lucerys' eye, well she harassed her and her children for 10 whole years, threatening peacefully the lives of his children. Not to mention that she then usurped him, while hiding the death of Viserys while she crowned Aegon II. But I guess a woman can't do any harm so all that doesn't count...

I stick to the principle that actors are only actors, the same people as you and me, and their words are not prophetic revealed truth. They can be smart, or they can be completely stupid. In fact, an actor is a tool to bring the writer's and director's vision to life, so just because an actor says X doesn't mean the writer will be wrong when he says Y. People ALWAYS have a problem with character relationships in books and movies. Sometimes these problems make sense, and sometimes they come out of nowhere. I would understand that people have a problem with Daemyra because they think that incest is wrong and there should be no exceptions even for a culture where it is normal. Or that they think there is too much of an age difference between them. People have this right. It was similar, for example, with Darklina. When people said "I think that Alina and Aleksander shouldn't be together because he is much older than her, so they have too much of a generation difference" it was okay, it was their right. But when they said "he is a pedophile because he wants to have a relationship with a teenager!!!1" it was already wrong and untrue. And it's exactly the same with Darklina. People do not focus on what could be a problem, but invent their own problems, using big words that they do not know the meaning of. They throw around "pedophile" and "grooming" left and right, even if the situation does not fit the definition of this meaning in any way. I do not understand this. If you don't have any real, valid arguments as to why something is bad, why would you want to argue that it is?

#house of the dragon #team black #anti team green #pro team black #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra and daemon #daemon x rhaenyra #daemon targeryan

[perenians]

horrendous attitude, darling. thank you.

(gale: oh, i do apologise. i meant to ask: are you studied in magic. namely, are you a wizard? which you are not.)

#i love him so much but when he said this i wanted to strangle his ass #i promise he's my favorite i promise #gale you are being snide right now #he is just pointing out facts but it feels patronizing. it does. #ALSO ISNT IT IMPLIED THAT HE COMES FROM A PRETTY PRIVILEGED FAMILY. AND THAT HIS EDUCATION WAS SO GOOD BECAUSE OF THE RESOURCES HE HAD #AT HIS DISPOSAL #I THINK IT IS. IF IT IS THEN GALE NOT EVERYONE HAS THOSE KINDS OF RESOURCES #gale is kind but i feel like he's a bit. snobbish at times #gale dekarios #per plays #bg3 #calm down per

[bo0zey]

boys be mad asl when i don’t giggle n tehe n show cute emotions like bitch my wounded inner child just got done drunk sniveling begging for daddy not to yell n hate her while her intoxicated narcissistic father screamed n gaslit her until she dissociated to euthymic plane 🙄🙄🙄

#‘trauma dumping’ eat my shorts loser assholss #so funny he said if my narcissistic sociopathic insane brother killed himself then it’s ‘goodbye to the rest of y’all too’ #like ohhhhh so ur eldest daughter n youngest son don’t mean jack fuckjn shit to u right??? lmfao lolll #yeah just go rot with that selfish egotistic psycho while ur 15yr old son who lost his mom at 7yrs old #i want to strangle my fuckjgnf dad sometimes he’s so cruel n said so many mean things to me #he always has to defend my middle brother ‘he’s depressed what if he kms’ like??? #my middle brother literally manipulates tf out of my dumbass emotionally unintelligent father he’s tearing this family apart #meanwhile i never planned on seeing 18 nor living past 22 n now i have to go exist n find a job when i never thought i’d have to do this sh #shit ever b. i was supposed to #be dead 4 years ago lololllll #god forbid i tell him that or my plan to kms at 27 lollll #so worried abt a fucking LOST SOCIOPATH SEFISH NARCISSITIC CAUSE ur gonna make me and my baby brother suffer?? as orphans ?? #my dad n i used to get breakfast every sunday in middle school n talk abt life n drive around after n those days meant the world to me #i never realized how much i missed them. how much i looked forward to him saying he’d call me while i’m away at college #but my middle brother egosticizl fuck is like ‘lolyh i just nod n say what dad wants me to hear’ when my dad is trying so hard to save him f #my dad admitted to neglecting my lil bro lol it makes me so fkcing angry he doesn’t give af abt us #says ‘im worth more im the ground than i am alive’ n my inner teen bursts into tears bc she experienced that already #yeah moms life insurance money was so fun!! until it ran out bc of college n impulsive manic spending n the materialistic thrill never laste #i want to hate him but i can’t even deny i love him so much he hurts me and everyone i love and disappoints us all n we still care for him #he’s letting my brother fuckjgn kill him literlaly my dad is physically sick bc of my sociopath narcissistic bros drama #he blames me for not going to him n telling him abt my ‘’mental issues’ as if i didn’t have to grow up n become mom the day after my 16th #i am my mothers child he didn’t know anything abt our childhoods until she died and he had to step up n parent us himself #he doesn’t know what it means to be a parent he shouldn’t be a parent but oh fuckjgn well oh my god WE ARE YOUR KIDSMWE NEED YOU WH #WHY CANT YOU SHOW US YOU CARE WHEN WE ALL HAD TO LEARN ALL WE HAVE IS OURSELVES #i am so angry he tried to throw me under the bus abt not having a job as a new grad nurse instead of my brother for dropping out everything #ur son wants to drop his ap classes bc he procrastinated n doesn’t wNna do the work so now he’s manipulating u to let him quit #i am just not exiting the identity crisis coming to terms w the fact that i’m 22yrs old n alive n need to start living n working #tonight was a shitshow but the ending calmed down but i couldn’t stop crying sniveling whimpering when dad yelled #yelled n accused n attacked me n chose to defend my middle bro over me like..he’s trying to kill u n i freaked out bc stepmom said u cut #ramblings

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

“Choke me.”

Simon’s brain nearly short circuited at your words, and he looked down at you with furrowed brows, his cock still nestled deep within you. “What?”

“I said choke me, please.” You whined, your eyes locked on your lover as he slowed the movements of his hips. “Been wanting it so bad, Si.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Simon said softly, leaning his forehead against yours. His eyes drifted down toward your neck, which was littered with soft bruises he’d left with his teeth earlier that night. His breath hitched in his throat at the sight, his mouth watering with the urge to add to the marks.

“Please, Si, you won’t hurt me. I trust you.” You pleaded, pouting your bottom lip out just the way you knew he liked.

Your eyes were pleading, and Simon felt a warmth spreading in his belly. He fucking loved when you begged him. “You tell me if it’s too much, got it?”

You gave a firm nod, your pussy clenching around your husband’s thick length in anticipation. You leaned your head further back into the pillow, showing off your neck to your Simon.

His hand loosely found the base of your throat, his fingers lightly wrapping around it. He watched as your eyes fluttered shut, and heard a soft moan emit from your lips.

His fingers tightened their grip, putting just enough pressure to have your mouth falling open slightly, and Simon would by lying if he said the sight didn’t cause his cock to twitch inside of you.

“Fuck.” He groaned, feeling you tighten around him once more. He couldn’t remove his eyes from the sight of his hand around your throat. It felt wrong, seeing how huge his hand was, covering nearly your entire throat- but fuck, did it do something to him.

You were completely under his command, and he could feel your pulse quicken from beneath his fingers. You were completely his, to do with what he wanted. He tightened his grip just a bit more, feeling you slightly gasp at the force.

He picked up the movement of his hips, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease. You let out a strangled moan, and Simon could feel it against the palm of his hand. The feeling of the vibrations against his hand had a moan of his own slipping from his lips.

“You’re so fuckin’ naughty, you know that?” Simon panted, struggling not to close his eyes from how tightly you were clenching around his length. “My dirty girl, likes to be choked yeah? Likes to have her man’s fingers around her throat while he fucks her?”

He could feel you whine again, and it nearly made him feral. It unlocked a primal urge within Simon he didn’t even know he had. You looked so small underneath him, so innocent, so submissive.

It made him want to ruin you.

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A/N: for some reason my brain is running dry on kinks to write- please spam me with kinks😭😭

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley imagine #cod imagine #mw2 imagine #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #female reader

[hoshigray]

Hey 🫶🏻 Can I request having sex with Sukuna when he is extremely jealous? Like reader is kinda popular and other guys always tryna flirt with her and shit (she is not interested ofc) So when Sukuna saw another man shooting his shot he needs to blow off steam by fucking you dumb 🤕 and he saying shit like “what a good little cocksucker, maybe I should record you and send this video to all those bastards, so they would know who’s dick you’re gagging on” 😭 I’m so sorry if this is too specific, feel free to ignore 😭

Love your works 🥰

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: ofc ofccc !! and ty for loving my stuff~

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Sukuna x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern setting; you and Sukuna are college seniors - rough sex - fingering (f! receiving) - impact play (spanking + pussy slaps) - oral (m! receiving) - dumbification - choking - backshots + legs-up positions - degradation (cocksucker, dumb bitch, slut, whore) - overstimulation - clitoral play (pinching and swiping) - pet names (dove, little girl, princess, woman) - possessive behavior (it's sukuna, duh) - use of a phone; sexual photography and videography - heavy depictions of a blowjob - mention of tears and spit.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.5k

“—Khaahh, oohhh!! Sukuna, pleasee, it hurts—Ahhhnn...!”

“Who said you’re in any position to tell me how to handle you, woman?… Fucking shit, you’re tight as hell…”

Everyone knows that you are off-limits. Knowledge of this fact is the bare minimum when dealing with the one known as “Sukuna’s girl” — no one should dare lay a finger or bat an eye on his woman. And yet, somehow, Sukuna continues to find strays that think this rule doesn’t apply to all. 

He saw it not too long ago today when a guy came your direction at the hall, concealing himself in the shadows to eavesdrop. The junior was dumb enough to invite you to some get-together, foolish enough to think he should even be speaking to the partner of the cold and intimidating Ryōmen Sukuna. 

You were the most popular girl in the class year — expected as Sukuna wouldn’t deal with someone who wasn’t [barely] on equal footing as him. However, unlike him, you carried a much kinder cadence. You greet others with sweet words, converse with professors in a mutual light, and engage with everyone with a compassionate and tranquil soul. — the complete opposite compared to your boyfriend. So, of course, it would be hard for you to turn away people when they come to you for guidance or opinions. 

In this case, you had expressed to the junior that you weren’t interested and had plans to study at your boyfriend’s apartment later. It wasn’t a complete lie, yet a respectful diversion that was expected of you and pleased Sukuna observing.

However, the dull-witted brat put his hand on your shoulder and continued to press on, emphasizing that you’d miss out on people wanting to have a good time with you. A ballsy thing to remark as if saying your boyfriend holds no priority over some boring party. Besides, the man had to stop the itch of coming out of the shadows to strangle the kid for laying his hands on you.

Nonetheless, you gracefully pushed his hand aside and apologized again for declining his offer before heading on your way. The situation was disentangled, both parties carrying on with their days. But that wasn’t enough to calm the salmon-haired man. 

Especially when you were in his apartment, protected under his gaze the entire time; you were sitting across from him at the coffee table while sorting through your coursework, unaware of the fixed look of his red eyes on your frame. Because all he could do was look at you, replaying the interaction from earlier today. 

It all angered him deeply — how the junior said your name so casually, the laughs you shared with him, and the touch on your shoulder. Everything from that moment added fuel to the fire scorching in his gut. He couldn’t relax, knowing there were still imbeciles who had the gall to act so familiar with you, his princess. 

The twitch of his brow couldn’t cease, same with the bounce of his knee – his nerves having an inner battle of maintaining a low profile. And being the caring piece in this relationship, you noticed. You blinked up to where he sat, “Is everything okay?” 

Of course not, woman. As much as he wants to put all the blame on the guy, Sukuna felt that you also played a part in this charade. To him, you were just as worse as that fucker. How could you, his precious dove, allow such trash to be so close to you? Allowing that thing to touch you was such an insult to him, downright disrespectful to the man you call your boyfriend. And the fact that you didn’t think of telling him — believing that you could keep this as a small matter insignificant to his awareness — left a sour taste in his mouth.

In his philosophy, Sukuna knew you were in the wrong as well. And for that, you would also have to be dealt with by him, to be reminded of your place in all this.

“Ohoooo! Ooof!! ‘kunaaaa, your fingersss…! Too fast, please slow—Daaahhh!!”

He’d smack your wet cunt, forcing you to grip his satin sheets. You’d instantly try to close your legs, but Sukuna wasn’t having any of that, quick to pinch the skin of your inner thigh to correct you. 

“Dumb bitch,” he throws insults, void of caring that you were on the brink of tears. He brings a hand to your throat, resulting in you gagging from your circulation being cut off. “I told you to keep those legs open. First, you let some fucker touch you, and now you can’t obey me when necessary? Do you enjoy disrespecting me like this?”

“Ahck! I–hic–I’m sorryyy,” he could feel you clench on his fingers, gripping them as if you refused to let them go.

It humored Sukuna, who effortlessly removed his digits to give your slit another harsh slap that made you gasp for air. An action proved difficult with his whole right hand constricting your airways. “Are you? How can you be sorry when you’re latching onto my fingers like a slut?” His hold on your neck goes tighter; your hands claw at his forearm, a desperate plea that doesn’t sway him. “Say it like you mean it, Y/n.”

“Khh..Ahh—Please, forgive me, Sukuna…!” Your apology came through wheezes, tears now welling up to fall on your pretty face, yet you knew it wasn’t enough. “I should have…Never let that junior tou—Mmmph! …Touch me… I’m your princess, only yours.”

A pink brow is lifted, but his expression remains unchanged. With one last slap to your leaking chasm, Sukuna lets go of your throat for you to cough and gasp as much air as you can. While you do that, he removes his turtleneck and unbuttons his dark jeans, bringing his briefs down to spring his erection out before lying back onto the pillows against the bed headboard. “Prove it then,” his voice has you turn to listen. “Suck me off the way I like it.” 

You are in no position to resent him, crawling towards him on all fours and immediately going to work. Your tongue greets his reddish-pink glans with swirls, licking his frenulum and nibbling on the skin before taking the head to your mouth. You lather his cock with your spit as you bob your head, hallowing your cheeks to take in every inch while your hand glides up and down his shaft. 

“Nnmph, fuck,” Sukuna groans at the feeling of your feverish sucks of his cockhead, your hand stroking him while you tend to him with your mouth feels too good. He peers down to watch you suck hard on his tip, and you return his gaze with a hooded look while sucking on his balls, causing him to hum. You then bring the tip back into your lips, making raunchy noises as you take his girth and lick his precum. 

“Heh, what a nasty little girl,” he comments after you exude a trail of spit onto his dick before hurriedly slurping him back inside your warm mouth. “I outta take a picture of you…No, a video is better.” He’s pleased to see your watery eyes twinkle with dread when he pulls out his phone from his jean pocket. He slides to open the camera application, “Maybe I should show that fool how such a good cocksucker you are for me.”

“S–Sukuna, please, anything but—Mmmm!” Again, no one said you were in a position to speak out of turn. Hence why, your boyfriend grabs your cheeks roughly with a single hand. Crimson eyes pierce through your fragile skin, and your figure fills with fright within milliseconds. 

“What did I say about giving me orders?” His tone is enough to send shivers down your spine, his nails denting your cheeks. “Does my woman want me to expose them for the filthy whore they are? Cause I couldn’t care less if I one day start leaking these shits and have your reputation crumble in seconds as a lesson.”

A tiny bit of you wants to believe he wasn’t serious; however, the single tear shed from your unblinking eyes tells a different conscience. You reply with a shaky breath and a quivering lip. “No, Sukuna...Please forgive me.”

He releases your chin with a push of the thumb. “Then get back to it, dove.” The sweetness of that pet name wasn’t present as he smacked your cheek with his length. You listen to him, taking him back into your throat with a euphoric mewl while cupping and kneading his balls. He sneers and presses the record button, “Just like that, princess.”

And don’t think that it ends there — because it doesn’t. 

“Ahhhnn! Oooooh, my God, ‘Kuna..’kunaaaa, I can’t—Ahahnn!”

“—Nngh, that’s right, Y/n; scream for me…Fuck, this tight ass pussy…”

Sukuna now has your face down ass up, pinning you to the satin mattress by the shoulders and hammering his bare cock right into your messy cunt. Your cries are muffled by the sheets you bite into, tears streaming down hot cheeks as your boyfriend plows himself deep side your core. The commotion coming between your sexes fills his bedroom outside of the squeals that bounce against the walls.

Your figure jolts with every thrust, Sukuna’s pelvis smacking on your ass that stings with hot skin after taking onslaughts of slaps from his hands. Your clitoris, exhausted from the constant tweaks and pinches, rests with the cool air treating the sore button. Sweat is covered all over your nude body, evidence that you and your boyfriend have been going about this for a long while, and of course, you’re getting a bit fatigued and overly sensitive to his every touch. But you know he doesn’t care; this is all for your punishment.

Sukuna throws your butt another smack, having your vaginal walls instinctively contract around his girth. He hisses with a grin, “Damn, I love seein’ you like this.” His eyes trail down from your sweaty shoulders, following your spine and hips, down to your ass, where he sees the insertion of his dick being swallowed by you. Seeing the white, soapy ring shielded around his cock makes him bite his lip. “All sore and dirty for me…Mmmph, gripping on me like a slut, going dumb on my cock.”

His hips then propel erratically, having your howl with eyes shooting up. You were too far gone to think of proper thought, with your brain churned into mush and your head pounding nonstop. The heat on your face is just as unbearable as the throbbing sensation down south. Your trembling legs try so hard not to give in and slump, yet you can’t lie; you’re tired, sore, and sticky all over. 

“Nmaahh! OhhhJesussss, ‘kuna, pleaseeee, lemme cummm—Mmaahh!” Another smash to your ass, followed by a pinch to your clitoris to juxtapose with the slow strokes he uses to massage the delicate spots of your walls.

“Why do you think I should let you cum, woman?” He swipes on your clit, listening intently to the whines that climb higher with the brush of his finger. 

Your words come out in slurs, yet you must answer to him. “I’m shorryy, I didn’t mean to—oh, fuck…do you wrong. Yer the only man who can touch me, wound me,” You peer over your shoulder to see Sukuna, an action that has him release your clit and hear what you have to say. “And love me…just as I love you, and only you. No one else can have me like you…Hahhh, I’m yours, both in mind and body…” Salmon brows furrow as you continue. “I love only you and want only you to touch me, ‘Kuna..Please forgive me, I won’t do it again…”

He was already sold once you turned to look at him, you little minx. Your watery eyes suddenly struck his heart — you are the only thing in the world that could do that, his little dove. He can tell by your heaves and pants that you wish to rest, that you had enough of his lesson and want to be in his embrace. 

However, no unpleasant deed shouldn’t go unpunished. Within a second, Sukuna has you flipped on your back with your legs brought up to his left shoulder. He brings out his phone once again, swiping to put on the camera after inserting his length back inside you.  “Hey, princess,” he calls to you. “Why don’t you say hello to the camera for me? Want something to look back to.”

You gulp with a dry throat, sheepishly smiling at the camera phone. “Hello, I’m Y/n—Ooohh!!” He surprises you with more ruts to your chasm, clamping onto him as if your life depended on it. 

“Who do you belong to, Y/n?” He calls out to you with a steady breath, as if his pelvis wasn’t poisoning deep to grind your insides to evoke pretty moans to escape puffy lips. 

“Hahaaa!! I—Hnnph..I belong to Sukuna Ryō–hic…men…”

“Who does this pussy belong to, Y/n?” Ruts become harsher with every word.

“—Mmoohhh, fuuuhuck, it’s yours, only yoursss,” you voluntarily take up your legs and hold them from behind your knees, bringing them to your chest. “Me and this pussy belong to only Sukuna, no one else can touch me…!”

Sukuna pans the phone down to the union of his dick, moving to and fro from your slit. The white essence painting both sexes was making an erotic mess, strings of his come covering his girth with every push and pull. He chuckles to himself. “This right here is all mine, ya hear?” He looks at you to see you nod your head hurriedly. “Don’t you ever forget that, understand?” You nod again, clenching around him when he drops the phone and leans towards you to place his hands on yours.

It’s here that he finally finishes with you, pounding his hips into you as hard as he can. Your voice gets higher and higher, your headache getting intense with the ruts on your cunt. And with how he stretches and grazes your walls? Jesus, it was terrible to control yourself, your orgasm increasing by the second. “I wanna cumm, ‘kunaaa, let me cum on you, pleaseee….!!”

“Heh, desperate to tighten some more for me, huh.” He adds more weight onto you, forcing you to submit to him. You shudder under his bow, “You may now cum, dove.” 

As if on command, you let yourself loose and allow the climax to finally be free, wailing during yet another crescendo as your vagina flutters around him for the fourth time that night. And Sukuna relishes the feeling of you tightening on him, doing excruciating slow strokes to enjoy the moment. 

“Hmmm, that’s it, just like that…Remember this, princess,” He bends down to lick the tears on your cheeks before kissing them. “Know your place.” He then brings the phone back up to close this session.

“Now smile for me.”

requests/thirsts are open hehe~ 🧸

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[reinainaric]

HATE THAT I LOVE YOU || part 3

mean!ryomen sukuna x fem!reader

It's already a part of Sukuna's personality to be mean, always throwing insults at every person he finds annoying here and there. And you were no exception. You ran after him like a lovesick puppy, happily smiling at his rejections, confessing to him multiple times how much you like him, and Sukuna wanted so much to strangle you for your persistence.

But when you stopped showing interest, maybe... just maybe, Sukuna didn't like the sound of it.

contents: sukuna x reader, soft!reader, reader is oblivious to sukuna's insults, mean!sukuna, golden retriever x black cat trope, reader is a happy pill (not to sukuna tho, yet), hurt/slight angst, modern college AU, sukuna is in a band, bassist!sukuna, not proofread, jjk characters in a band, siblings yuji and sukuna

warning: cursing

links: < part 1 > < part 2 >

***

You don't remember anything that happened last night.

Waking up with a throbbing head and no memories of what occurred when you were drunk was not something you were happy about. You were still dressed in your last night's clothes, your heels discarded on the floor, a blanket being over your body the whole time you were sleeping. You didn't even know how you still got home or how you even ended up on the living room couch, assuming that maybe Nanami took care of you because of the text he sent last night.

2:17 PM

Nanami: I hope you slept comfortably. Drink some water when you wake up.

You smiled at his message. Nanami is surely the gentleman out of everyone in the band, he really never forgets to take care of everyone.

So when Monday comes by, you immediately look for Nanami to thank him personally. It was during lunch period when you caught sight of the person you've been wanting to see, and without further ado, you ran after him as you called out his name.

Unbeknownst to you, Sukuna was just a few steps behind when he found you talking to Nanami. And the words that escaped your mouth sent his blood levels high.

“Nanami! I wanted to say thank you for taking care of me last Friday night!”

“Friday night?”

“Yeah? I was really drunk, but I do remember someone taking me home. And you texted me that morning too, so I concluded it was you. Anyways, thank you so much–”

That's all Sukuna needed to hear as he walked right past the two of you, his eyes shooting daggers at everyone who walked in his way.

What he witnessed somehow left a bitter taste in his mouth. Like there's a poison corrupting his veins, eager to suffer him to death as he clenches his hand in a fist to restrain himself.

All Sukuna could do was walk away.

He couldn't accept how you dare to think that another man took care of you and drove you home. He couldn't believe how you're thanking another man right away, instead of clarifying who did what first, and he's just really going to hate you more for this.

“Wait, what do you mean?” Nanami asked you with an evident confused look on his face. After rambling about how you appreciated his act of concern towards you last Friday, you finally focused on him and saw how he looked clueless about the situation.

“You… took me home, didn't you? Because… I was really drunk…”

“Oh.” He nodded, now realising what you said. “It wasn't me, though.’

•

You were entirely confused by the situation now. Your feelings had tangled up in your mind and you don't know what to believe anymore when you saw Sukuna walking past you in the hallways.

The surroundings seem to quiet down as you focus your eyes on him. His figure, his stare, his inevitably handsome face. It's all coming back to you again. The beat of your heart, like a slow motion film everytime he walks by, and you feel like you're a teenager for these feelings.

You were about to open your mouth to talk to him, when he brushed you off so easily as he spared you no glance, walking right past your shoulder. Mouth agape, words left unspoken, mind wandering elsewhere, your cheeks blushed in embarrassment.

If he's the one who took you home after the party, then why is he not taking any credit for it?

Did he do it out of pity or something? Did he just feel bad to leave you alone in there?

You knew he didn't have any feelings for you, so maybe it is the latter. And after that, he doesn't care anymore where you thank him anymore, because that's just how he is.

Sighing, you clutched your bag in your hand and thought of another time to thank him still.

On the other side, Sukuna is mad mad. He doesn't even know why. He can't even explain it himself because he feels like it's nonsense.

It's like a feeling of wanting to throw a tantrum for all his bottled up feelings of anger at you, but if he did do such a thing, he'll come out whiny. Plus, only Yuji does that.

He just hates it. Everytime he looks at you, that anger starts becoming intense in some type of way. His hatred makes him want to lock you in his arms, and just… and just…

Why is he thinking about this anyway?

He hates you for your annoyance. For your persistence. For always smiling at everyone. For always making his day feel incomplete if you're not there.

He hates you even more for thanking Nanami for something he had done. And he wants to knock some senses in you at some point.

He hates how you've changed. How you're slowly fading away from him.

He hates how he's maybe starting to feel different about you now.

•

“You might pierce a hole in her head if you keep staring like that…” Yuji whispered close to Sukuna’s ear. Sukuna flinched, but immediately hit Yuji with his elbow, leaving the latter hissing in pain.

The football field was yet again full of people. Girls would walk over and say hi to Sukuna and Yuji to where they sat at the benches, and only Yuji would have the heart to flash them his cheeky smile. While Sukuna watches you who had been sitting a few seats far away, your back facing them, focused on whatever conversation you have with your friend.

“Tell me,” Yuji continues. “Are you starting to like her?”

Sukuna immediately turned his head to him with a glare. He scoffed, crossing his arms on his chest, “That's total nonsense, Yuji.”

Yuji shrugged as he stared at you as well. “Not to me… You look… troubled…”

“That… has nothing to do with that fool…”

Yuji laughs at his brother, shaking his head at his denial. “Whatever you say.”

•

This is it. This is the right time to finally talk to Sukuna.

You breathed heavily as you wiped your sweaty palms on your clothes. Your heart was thumping loudly on your chest as you stood right before the band's practice room door.

You've been looking for Sukuna the whole day and ended up asking Yuji where he was, and this is why you ended up here. The door seems to dread a dark presence before it, looming an ominous aura within, or maybe it was just you over exaggerating things.

You nervously twist the door, and there you see Sukuna on his usual seat, legs spread apart, his face resting on his palms as he had his eyes closed. You almost backed away after realising that he was sleeping, but stopped when he opened his eyes.

“O-oh I'm sorry, I didn't know you were asleep!” You panicked, bowing at him repeatedly for your mistake. “I'll leave–”

“Do you need anything?” His deep voice felt like thunder as it rang in your ears.

You purse your lips, feeling the heat rush to your face. You reluctantly nodded your head as you took a step inside the room, closing the door behind you.

“About last Friday…”

Sukuna raised an eyebrow as he stood up, taking a step forward as he placed his hands on his pocket. “What about it?”

“Y-yeah uhm… Thank you for… f-for…” You started stuttering, your hands shaking on your sides. Sukuna's eyes landed on them, which startled you to clasped your hands together instead to keep them still, but it didn't really help.

“Say it.” He demanded, and it made you even more nervous because he was staring at you too intently.

“L-last Friday night… I want to thank you for…” You take a breath to calm yourself down. “N-nanami said… you took me h-home?”

“Are you asking me if I did?”

You pinched your shaking hands, not expecting his question. “Y-yes? Did you…?”

“Tsk.” He took a step closer, reaching out to grab your shaky hands with one hand. “What's gotten into the sunshine brat I know, hmm?” He asks, staring at your shaky hands between his. “Nervous?”

“T-that’s not the question, Sukuna.”

“Alright then,” he let go of you, bringing his hands back to his pocket. “I did. Happy?”

You closed your eyes at his answer, your breathing becoming uneven as you opened them again. Sweat is starting to form on your neck, “Why?”

It was the question that had been running in your head for the whole time since Nanami told you that it was Sukuna. And you needed answers. At this instant.

“You were drunk,” Sukuna answered straightforwardly. “Did you want me to leave you alone?”

“N-no! B-but–”

“Don't put too much ideas in your head.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

The world seems to start crashing down, and that's all the answers you need.

What were you expecting anyway? That magically, Sukuna started to care for you just because he had the heart to act like a person towards you? That maybe, he started to realise that his feelings for you were never hatred but it turned into something deep?

No, that's impossible. Liking you the way you like him was never in Sukuna's vocabulary.

So what now?

“Right!” You nodded your head with a smile. “I wasn't thinking of anything! I really just wanted to thank you, that's all!”

Sukuna searched your eyes, trying to read you. But you quickly feigned your disappointment as you grinned at him.

“I just needed to confirm that. Thank you, Sukuna! I should get going now. I won't bother you anymore.” You waved him goodbye as you ran out of the room, and when he was finally out of sight, tears started rolling down your face.

Sukuna, on the other hand, just stared off into space from where you left.

He was… undoubtedly, regretting his words.

***

Is the update too short? lol, ill make it up to you guys once im done with schoolworks!! i promisee 😭 part 4 will be up in idk when ☺️

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[hazbinwhoree]

ADAM WITH A HEAVY BREEDING KINK WHEN???

Come Inside

Part 1/2 Part 2

A/N: This shit is absolutely sinful.

Adam’s breeding kink, much like his virginity kink, was rooted in his abandonment issues.

Normally, (Name) would feel a need to address that (therapy friend), but she couldn’t really care when he was inside of her, fucking her like he hated her.

Adam’s sex drive never failed to impress her. They’d already had sex that morning, and they were just watching a movie when suddenly he was on her again.

“Adam,” she giggled as he sucked on her neck. “We literally had sex two hours ago.”

“Not my fault you’re so fuckin’ sexy, babe,” Adam said against her neck. He continued marking her, one hand slipping under her shirt and fondling her breast, and one hand travelling down to rub between her legs over her sweatpants.

(Name) moaned. Adam removed his face from her neck and connected their lips in a passionate kiss. (Name) slipped her fingers under the base of Adam’s mask and pulled back. She looked at him, the question in her eyes. Can I? Adam nodded after a moment.

(Name) pulled his mask up and over his head, discarding it on the floor. (Name) smiled, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling his head forward to kiss him again. Adam kissed back with vigor, forcing his tongue into her mouth.

The hand fondling her breast pinched her nipple, and the hand that was rubbing between her legs suddenly slipped under her sweatpants and panties.

(Name) gasped, throwing her head back. Adam licked down the column of her neck. He slid two slender fingers into her, and (Name)’s breathing became heavier. He scissored his fingers experimentally before adding a third.

(Name) sighed, her head falling forward and resting her forehead against Adam’s.

Adam didn’t spend long loosening her up before shedding his own pants and boxers. (Name) began to tug her sweatpants down until Adam got impatient and yanked both her sweatpants and panties down to her ankles. (Name) kicked them off.

Adam sat down on the couch, manspreading and showing off his dick. “Come here, baby,” he patted his lap. (Name) crawled over and into his lap, his erection pressing against her pussy. She briefly realized they both still had their shirts on.

Adam seemed to realize it too. “We’re fucking like Winnie the Pooh.”

(Name) giggled, but it quickly became a quiet moan when Adam squeezed her tits, swiping his thumbs over her nipples. She ground down against his dick and they both moaned. She raised herself on her knees to allow Adam to line himself up with her opening.

Once he did, she sank down, letting out a gasp as he stretched her once again. “Ride it,” Adam demands, grabbing her ass. (Name) did, for about a minute, before her pace slowed down as her legs got tired. Adam got impatient, squeezing her ass and thrusting up into her, fast and hard.

It caught (Name) off guard, who cried out. She held onto his shoulders like her life depended on it, as Adam fucked her like he was mad at her.

So was his pace usually.

Tears brimmed at the corners of (Name)’s eyes. “Fuck,” she hissed. Adam stared at her intently. “Yeah? Does this feel good, babygirl?” (Name) whined. She loved when Adam talked during sex, he was always so dirty.

“Is my cock filling your pussy just right? God you’re so hot, you make me want to put a baby in you.” (Name) gasped, nearly reaching her peak. “Gonna cum so deep inside you.”

(Name) came, clenching around Adam’s dick. His thrusts slowed as she squeezed him, the tightness pushing him over the edge. He snapped his hips upwards, burying himself to the hilt, and came inside of her.

(Name)’s stomach grew warm. She panted, moving to get off of Adam, but he grabbed her hips and pushed her back down on his dick. (Name) let out a strangled moan, overstimulated. Adam held her in his lap, keeping her plugged with his cock.

“Can’t waste any of my cum,” he told her, smirking. “I was serious. I’m gonna put a fucking baby in you.”

#hazbin adam #adam x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin husk #hazbin vaggie #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel #hazbin lute #x reader #smut #oneshot #oneshots #hazbin lucifer #hazbin sir pentious #hazbin niffty

[ddejavvu]

Ok but I feel like Spencer gets paid a good amount for being in the fbi, probably a couple of side gigs in life, and probably doesn’t spend a whole bunch. But Spencer accidentally finding your wish list on a clothing website. Like the ones we all make over the months, in a ‘if only’ kinda way. And he just... buys it. Your whole list. He checks you’ve put sizes and stuff first, but it’s not a massive chunk from his wallet, and it’ll be a nice surprise for you. His skinny fingers are pressing next day delivery and he’s genuinely just quite happy to do that for you.

Aka him and that would be a wish come true together lmfao. I’d love if you wanted to write smth abt this if you’d like! You+Spencer=everyone’s wishes coming true 😘

'his skinny fingers are pressing next day delivery' LMFAO.

--

It takes you enough time to find Spencer's gift after you get home that he's starting to overthink it, and he's on the brink of what you'd call 'worrying himself to death', and what he'd call 'a Tuesday afternoon'.

He's in the middle of gnawing through his own lip when a strangled noise comes from the closet, and his years of FBI training escape him. He is fairly certain there is a monster of some sort that has invaded your home.

Before he can locate and draw his weapon, however, you reveal yourself, a sweater clutched in your hand that he'd just unwrapped hours earlier.

"Spencer!" You gush, holding the sweater out like he's seeing it for the first time, "Where did this come from?"

"I bought it," He admits, "And- uh, all the other new stuff in there. I saw your list online, so I-!"

Whatever feeble explanation he's about to use to bashfully undersell himself is cut off when you let out a giddy squeal, severed and sectioned into giggles as you fling yourself at him. He's glad that his chair holds up beneath the torpedo of weight you bury him beneath, and his mind is cleared of its concerned fog when you throw your arms around his neck.

"Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou! Spencer," You lean back to grab his face, slightly rougher than usual but out of excitement, not anger, so he lets it slide.

"Thank you." You repeat, leaning in to smash a kiss to his lips. It's more passion than romance, more force than tenderness, but your gratitude seeps through it clear as day, and Spencer curls his arms around your waist where you're settled in his lap.

"Of course, angel. I had Garcia help me organize the closet. I tried to hang-" He furrows his brows, reminiscing, "-a sweater next to a dress? Or- no, I tried putting the dress by some jeans. Anyways, she said to fold the jeans and to keep the dress on the end of the rack- whatever. But she has requested a fashion show."

You bury your face into Spencer's neck to let out a girlish squeal, and he's appreciative that you don't do it into his ear this time. He loves the sound, but he wants it to not hurt, thank you very much.

"Okay- okay! Okay," You're giddy with laughter once more, eyes sparkling in excitement, "Wait here, Spence! Face time Garcia, I'll go get changed."

You're bounding up the stairs and back to your closet before Spencer can remind you that his flip phone isn't capable of Face Time.

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[extraordinari1y-ordinary-writer]

Pent Up

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: Bucky has a lot of pent up frustration.

Content Warning: NSFW; PIV sex; fingering; oral (female and male receiving); unprotected sex (wrap it up); rough sex?; creampie; multiple orgasms; hints at teasing; language; established relationship; anything else I failed to mention.

Word Count: 1781

Note: Was this requested? No! It was voted. I hope you guys like this (and I hope it is filthy enough for you guys!). I'll come back here and there to make some edits where it's necessary. Any gifs or pictures I use are not mine.

Gentle reminder that I am always open for feedback! 💕

MNDI (18+)

Bucky could blame you. You're the one who wore that dress he loves. You're the one who teased him all night. You're the one who went to dinner without any panties.

But he couldn't. It was all him. Bucky was wound up from nearly two weeks of no sex. Usually, your schedules matched pretty well, but for some reason, the universe wanted to keep you two apart. Bucky assumed your schedules would even themselves out. He assumed he would get a night with you and all this tension he was feeling would be resolved.

He was wrong.

Bucky had to wait nearly two weeks before he could have you. Two weeks of him not touching himself, two weeks of him getting more and more frustrated until you finally had a day off that matched up with his. It would be a date night. Bucky would wine and dine you and then have the whole night to yourselves.

And then you came out with that dress. And Bucky had to spend dinner trying to adjust himself discreetly. The dress fit you perfectly. It enhanced your curves and made you more irresistible to him.

And your make up—fuck! Your lipstick looked almost sinful. Bucky was starting to feel hot under his clothes.

Every time you smiled or laughed was enough to make him antsy. But when you leaned over to grab the bottle of wine, your cleavage was on full display, and Bucky nearly burst. He felt like a horny teenager again.

The check never came so fast. And the ride home was tense.

"You okay, babe?" you asked. You were feigning innocence. Bucky saw the mischievous glint in your eyes.

He placed a hand on your thigh, his thumb stroking the soft skin of your leg. "I'm fine," he said. He was desperately trying to keep his tone even. "I'm just enjoying the night with you."

You smiled. "I am, too." There was a pause before you spoke again. "Can I show you something?" you asked. Bucky hummed. You took the hand on your thigh and guided it up. Bucky felt his heart jump in his throat, his other hand white-knuckling the steering wheel. He let out a strangled moan when he touched your exposed cunt. You weren't wearing any fucking panties.

"You went this whole night like this?" His voice was low and thick. You hummed and nodded. Bucky growled. His fingers teased your entrance, and you whimpered. You were dripping. Bucky did it for another minute before pushing one finger in. You threw your head back with a gasp. You fluttered and clenched around him. Bucky can't stop himself from glancing at you. Your mouth is open, and your eyes are closed. Your chest heaves, and your cheeks are flushed. He adds another finger, alternating between thrusting and curling inside you.

By this point you're a moaning mess. "Just like that—fuck," you exclaim. He's hitting that spot in you. "Right there, right there—fuck, it's so good!"

The tightness in Bucky's pants is almost painful. Your tight wetness mingling with your moans is nearly too much for him. Any other night, he could draw out a single orgasm until you're begging. Tonight was not that night. He added a third finger, and you nearly sobbed at the sensation. He picked up the pace, his fingers thrusting in and out of you relentlessly. He's working your cunt for all it's worth. At least until you both got home.

You were babbling at this point, incoherent words mixing with your moans until you finally reached your high. "I'm cumming," you cry, trying to grind your hips on his hand. Bucky bites back a groan. You're gushing around his hand. You're moaning and whimpering, biting your lip as you ride out your bliss. Once you've come down, Bucky pulls his hand from between your legs. His fingers were dripping. You take his hand, one by one, lick and suck on his slick-soaked fingers. You moan at the taste.

Jesus Christ.

"Just wait 'till we get back, sweetheart," he rasps. It was more of a threat than a promise.

. . .

Bucky wasted no time ripping your clothes off the second the front door closed. Neither of you had the patience to stumble to the bedroom, instead opting to fuck near the front door.

The two of you were a mess of kisses and noises. You fumbled to unbuckle his belt while he struggled to undo your bra. Once your breasts were free they were claimed by Bucky's mouth, sucking and nipping at the mounds of flesh. Once Bucky's belt was undone you shoved his pants and boxers down. His cock sprung free, leaking pre-cum from the reddened tip. You pushed Bucky's head back and dropped to your knees.

"Fuck," Bucky groaned. His hand tangled in your hair. You tenderly lick a bead of pre-cum off his tip, small hands gently stroking the hardened flesh. Your right hand wraps around him, your grip giving the right amount of pressure as you give one long stroke from base to tip. You use his pre-cum to lubricate your hand and Bucky's eyes roll from the pleasure. Your hand goes back to his base and you lean forward. You give one more lick to his tip before Bucky's cock slips past your lips.

By the time you've taken all you can, Bucky's letting out deep guttural groans. He looked down and cursed. Your eyes were watering as you struggled against his cock. He knows he should've taken it at your pace. He knows that. But he needed to see how pretty you'd look choking on him. Bucky gently placed a hand on the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. You're looking up at him with your teary eyes and dilated pupils. When you nod, it's all he needs to let go.

Bucky guides his cock in and out of your mouth. He's gentle at first, testing the waters. He feels you gag against him. He feels your hands gripping his thighs. You have that freedom to bob your head in time with his thrusts, alternating between long, slow strokes and harsh suckles. Bucky groans, his head falling back.

After a moment, his other hand tangles in your hair and holds you in place. His thrusts become harsher and you start to moan. The vibrations send shocks up his spine. You get lost in his taste and the smell of him. He feels his balls—heavy and coated in your spit—slapping your chin, the sound only adding to his arousal. Bucky isn't sure how long this goes on, but when he feels his balls draw up he lets out a heavy moan.

"Fuck," he hisses. "I'm gonna cum."

Your fingers grip his thighs tighter. You moan against his shaft and Bucky's mouth falls open. Right before he can release, Bucky ever so gently pulls you away. You look confused.

"Not there," he sighs. Bucky brushes his fingers across your mouth. A hint of a smirk comes across your face. You lay on your back; Bucky climbs on top of you, pressing a gentle kiss to your swollen lips. He gives you another kiss on the lips before he moves down your body. When he reaches your core, you let out a trembling breath.

"Spread your legs for me, sweetheart." His voice is soft, his hands gently caressing your thighs as he watches you. You didn't waste a second opening your legs for him. He sees the arousal coating your thighs. He grips the soft flesh of your legs before leaning forward. He gives a single lick across your dribbling core, his tongue flicking across your clit. You cry out. Bucky dives between your legs, suckling harshly on your swollen nub as he nuzzles into you.

Your moans and cries are intoxicating. Your hands find Bucky's hair, tugging and pulling every time he does something you like. Bucky begins moving his head as he laps against your cunt. The friction has you spasming, mumbling curses as your eyes fluttered shut. When Bucky added a finger, you practically sobbed. He was stretching you, curling and thrusting his digit as your moans got louder. This was nothing compared to what he did in the car. He adds another finger. The burning of his fingers is more than enough.

"That's so good," you cry. "Fuck, oh fuck—right there! Right—ah—yes!"

Bucky keeps suckling on your clit. His fingers were merciless in their assault on you. You only got louder. You're grinding into his face and hand. You feel the coil in your stomach and it's only getting tighter.

"Keep going," you moan. "I'm so close!"

Bucky gives you one more suck, and his fingers hook within you, and the coil snaps. You're chanting Bucky's name while you gush against his face. Your body is shaking, the intensity of your orgasm seemingly endless. Bucky keeps his mouth on your cunt, his fingers working you through your release. When you slump against the floor, you whine and tug against Bucky's hair.

You're sensitive.

Bucky crawls up your body. Your eyes are hazy. Your cheeks and chest are red. You've never looked so beautiful. "I need to fuck you," he murmurs. You blink at him, still recovering from your high. When you nod, he smiles. "Once I start," he warns, "I won't be able to stop."

"Good." Your voice is hoarse—it sounds beautiful.

Bucky adjusts himself so he is aligned with you. He sinks in slowly, his eyes fluttering shut from the warmth and wetness of you. When he bottoms out, he waits. Bucky wants to give you time to adjust. When he feels you clench, he starts thrusting against you, chasing his release. His head falls to your neck, nipping at the skin as he whimpers. His hands find your hips, holding you in place as his thrusts become rough and sloppy. You moan his name, nails clawing at his back and your back arches. His balls draw up again and he knows he's a goner. He is about to pull out, about to paint your stomach with his load when he hears it.

"Cum in me," you moan. "Please, in me—I want it."

He bites down on your neck and a broken moan escapes him. His release hits him like a train, leaving his body numb for a moment. He stiffens against you. His breath catches in his throat. The intensity of his release rams into him, leaving him trembling and groaning. You run your fingers through his hair, helping him through it. His body collapses once it ends, his face buried in your neck.

There's a long silence as you both catch your breath.

Masterlist

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[paper-bag-boy]

having serious tbosas brainrot so here's a list of things that were in the books that i wish the movie showed: (spoilers below)

how far tigris was willing to go to protect coriolanus. in the books it implied she was willing to sell her body to keep him fed (also i cant even begin to imagine her reaction to seeing Snow selling desirable victors to captiol citizens when she herself as a child wanted to resort to prostitution to put food on the table FOR HIM.)

how insane dr gaul was in the books. iirc she didnt warn clemensia about the snakes and lied that they were harmless

clemensia being gone for weeks and her parents not questioning it bc gaul said it was a flu + clemensia COMING BACK all covered in scars/scales and no one questioning what happened to her (seriously the grip gaul had within the capital was INSANE)

how awful highbottom and gaul were in the books. i absolutely loathed them when i read tbosas whereas they weren't as bad in the movies (though that might be bc i love viola davis and peter dinklage)

how much coriolanus' mother meant to him (they talked about it a bit in the movie but i wish they showed him smelling her compact when he was upset/stressed)

the extent of how coriolanus manipulated both his classmates AND sejanus' parents

also how sejanus' ma always made sure coriolanus was fed when he went over to the plinth's home and how she sent them sweets and pastries when they were sent to 12

sejanus asking coriolanus to switch tributes with him because he thought coriolanus would be able to get through to marcus/better his odds

coriolanus suggesting they use the mockingjays as target practice

in the books sejanus always calls coriolanus by his given name "coriolanus" and he only calls him coryo after his stint in the arena (to which coryo wanted to strangle him for trying the family nickname at that moment)

(edited for the last three bullet points)

#thg #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #tbosas spoilers #tbosas movie #tbosas meta #sejanus plinth #coriolanus snow #tigris snow #dr gaul #lucy gray baird #clemensia dovecote #casca highbottom #dean highbottom

[babyleostuff]

fluff 𐙚 established relationship 𐙚 idol!seungcheol x fem!reader 𐙚 wc: 613

. . . just cheol being cheol (aka him freaking out because of your fever)

natalia’s note: very much self indulgent, i came home with a fever all of a sudden like a week ago, and ever since im in desperate need of choi seungcheol

“i’m not dying, you know?” 

“i know,” cheol huffed, and threw what had to be the tenth blanket over you. 

“then why are you acting like i’m about to pass away?” you laughed, seeing your boyfriend’s focused expression. according to his logic, if the blankets weren’t all sprawled out properly, you’d freeze to death, and his furrowed dark eyebrows alongside the crease between them showed how serious he was about it. 

you could hear him mutter something under his breath. he was always like that when you were sick - too worried, and too overprotective. that’s why sometimes you didn’t even bother telling him you were ill, especially with his busy schedules - you didn’t want to burden him even more (he’d probably strangle you if he heard you calling yourself a burden). 

to be honest, you didn’t even have to be sick - the second cheol would notice you acting differently than usual he’d be all over you asking what’s wrong. but while usually you were very grateful for his caring nature, now was not the time. “i’m sorry for being worried about my girlfriend coming home with a fever,” he said, looking offended. 

“cheol, baby. it’s just a fever,” you quickly grabbed the pills from his hand to get his attention back on you. “i’m sure it’s not even a proper fever, i’m just feeling a bit under the weather, that’s all. there is no need for you to be worried.” 

your “illness” was nothing that a long session of cuddles with him and kkuma couldn’t solve, but it seemed like your boyfriend didn’t share your optimism. “fine, do whatever you want,” he grumbled, his pout on full display, and left the room, leaving you too stunned to speak. 

with a loud sigh, you fell back against the stack of pillows cheol fluffed up before forcing you to lay down. of course you didn’t mean to make him think you didn't want his help, you loved how big of a caregiver he was (especially when it came to you), it’s just that unlike him - for you, being sick wasn't the end of the world, and you didn't need him to babysit you. 

not wanting to argue, you stood up from the bed with a soft groan, throwing off all the blankets cheol covered you with. you knew it wouldn't be hard to appease him, he wasn't really angry, more disappointed that you were rejecting his help.

you entered the kitchen and immediately saw him cutting up some food, probably preparing dinner. “cheollie,” you said quietly, hoping he would look at you. unfortunately, he stubbornly continued to cut the vegetables. "baby, please, i didn't mean to upset you." you walked around the kitchen island and hugged him from the side, burying your head in his neck.

you saw his pout out of the corner of your eye, so your suspicions that he wasn't actually angry were correct. “i was just worried about you," he finally said after a while, and put the knife down. "there's nothing fun about seeing your girlfriend come home all burning up with fever."

“i know love, i know,” you mumbled, and kissed his bicep, running your hand gently over his tummy. “i really appreciate everything you do, but i’d rather cuddle with you and kkuma. we could watch something, and you’d get to hold me, hm?” you smiled, seeing the corners of his mouth turning up a little. if there was one thing cheol could never decline, it’d be a cuddle session with his girls. 

“you’ll take the medicine, though,” he said sternly, kissing your hot forehead. “now get your ass back to bed, i’ll be right back” he added.

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pretty when you cry

live laugh lana del rey.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ

all the pretty stars shine for you my love, am i that girl, that you dream of?

he’s dreamed of this, you above him, sitting on his long, hard cock. warm walls suffocating him, making him dizzy, his vision blurring.

“too big, ‘s too much.” you’re whining, shifting your position in his lap to adjust to his large length. he’s mesmerized by you. not just the way you take him, but by the way you praise him, the way you hold him, the way you kiss him and just the way you look at him. it has him in a chokehold. that being said when you’re riding him you have no ounce of control. he’ll guide your hips, bouncing you up and down, thrusting when he grows inpatient, anything.

“just a little more.” he rasps, lifting his hips, pushing himself in further, feet pushed into the plush mattress. “my good fucking girl, you’re so good to me.” he laughs when you whimper, the head of his cock brushing your spot making you rock your hips desperately attempting to cause some friction. “ah ah ah. gotta be patient pretty.” he grasps your hips tightly, the pressure making you let out a sob.

“i wanna- just.. please.” you said exasperated, fed up with his teasing. his hold on your hips becoming softer, his thumbs massaging your hips. his eyes admiring your body. marks covering your skin, red flush to your cheeks, lashes damp.

“please what, my angel?” he says teasingly, hand sliding down, finding your clit. it’s soaked in your arousal, smiling like a jackass when you gasp out another strangled sob when he pinches it, hard. “aw you’re so cute. so needy.” you open your mouth to respond then you make eye contact with him when he brings his fingers, still drenched in your juices, into his mouth. his eyes rolling to the back of his head at your taste, cock twitching and throbbing inside of you. “use your words.” he muses before spitting on his fingers and bringing them back down to your clit, rubbing roughly making your back arch, hips buck and moans falling from your lips.

“please-” you sigh as he slows his pace on your already sore spot. “please take care of me.” he smiles, sharp canines on display.

“all you had to do was ask pretty.” with no warning he retracts his fingers and grips both your thighs holding you down on him, thrusting his hips up with an excruciatingly fast pace. “such a pretty pussy on my pretty little bunny.” he groans, head falling back onto the pillow, continuing the fast pace he’s set. you moan nails scratching down chest to his abs making him spiral. “god you were made for me.” he says almost tearfully, you couldn’t really tell due to the sound of skin slapping skin, heavy breaths, small words and wet squelching.

because i’m pretty when i cry i’m pretty when i cry

he’s not one to cry, even during a sad moment, he keeps his tears in until he’s alone. no one can see him vulnerable, ever. he’s also never been one to cry during sex, usually, he’s the one making his partner cry. although, since being with you, crying while being inside of you has become a repeated occurrence. the first time you had sex with him, he started to sob as he pounded into you nearing his climax. after reaching his peak and cleaning up he laid in bed while you showered, he cringed at the thought of him crying while being inside of a women.

‘you’re such a baby.’ he thinks, when he is snapped back to reality by the spot beside him sinking down meaning you were next to him. “was i too rough with you?” he rolls onto his side to face you, looking into your eyes before they fall to your swollen pink lips.

“no, you were perfect.” you smile tiredly at him, scooting closer to him, cuddling into his warmth.

he never was one for post-sex cuddling, but there was something different about this. it was comfortable, it was soothing, he wanted it.

“it was sweet.” you said, when he moved a piece of hair from your eyes.

“what was sweet?” he asked warily, hoping you wouldn’t bring up his crying. despite his hope you did. “how is that sweet? it’s pathetic.” he whines moving to lay on his back, hands hiding his face, embarrassment coursing through his body.

“i just, i don’t know. i’m glad i made you feel good.” you said nervously, positioning yourself stomach down, head on his chest looking at his hidden face. “don’t be embarrassed, it was cute.”

“cute? that was cute to you?” he said sounding agitated and now even more embarrassed. being described as ‘cute’ is worse than telling him he’s weak. he doesn’t want to be cute.

“i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to offend you.” you said now extremely nervous that you’d upset him, that any progress you’ve made with him now doesn’t matter. leaving your spot on his chest to now your back facing away from him, curled into yourself. trying to give him space so that he doesn’t feel more embarrassed with himself and annoyed with you.

he notices your change in behavior, now more aware that he had made you self-conscious. while he was embarrassed the last thing he’d want is to make you upset. you’ve only been dating for around 5 months but he’s sure that you’ll be his for the rest of eternity. “come here.” he said quietly, wrapping his arms around your waist, his strong arms lifting you effortlessly so you’re laying practically on top of him. he’s thought about it for the past few weeks.

‘what’s so different about you?’ it’s that when you’re together any moment spent together, you could be having a natural conversation but even if it’s completely silent, it’s comfortable. you guys don’t have to talk when you’re together. you know how to be together and just enjoy it without talking or touching. he allows himself to be vulnerable around you. he cries while fucking you and it’s so pretty.

i’m stronger than all my men, except for you

while he nears his high, his thrust become animalistic, his moans become louder and whinier, sobs and pleasure making him shake, body covered in sweat, fat tears falling down his face making his skin shine. he’s so pretty like this. “i’m close, i’m so close.” he cries, his cock throbbing almost painfully waiting for your permission to release. “please,” more cries falling from his pretty lips. “please let me-” he moans loudly, back arching, hips harshly thrusting into your heat. “i’m gonna-” a loud sob escapes his throat as he pushes the head of his cock as deep as he’s able to, his big hands gripping your thighs pushing them down onto the sides of his pelvis while he shoots his cum deep onto your warm walls.

you collapse onto his chest, his length still buried deep inside. his hands still gripping your thighs, chest rising and falling, sweat making your skin stick together. you lift your head looking at his red fucked-out face. you kiss his tear streaked cheeks, before lifting off of him. his and your own release dripping out of your hole, he watches the liquid fall onto the sheets as you struggle to move off of him.

“i love you.” he laughs at the irony. he never believed he’d fall in love, but when he looks at you he knows that this is what love should feel like.

“i love you so much.” you respond, before continuing with a small tease, “you’re pretty when you cry.” he shoots you a dirty look but nonetheless chuckles.

i’ll wait for you, babe it’s all i do, babe

satoru gojo, jean kirstein, tengen uzui, choso, oikawa tooru, ken kaneki, osamu miya and any of your favs of course <33

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ɴ.ɴ.ɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ...

ʙʟɪᴛᴢᴏ , ᴍᴏxxɪᴇ , ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛʀɪᴋᴇʀ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ : ʙʟɪᴛᴢᴏ / ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ , ᴍᴏxxɪᴇ / ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ , ꜱᴛʀɪᴋᴇʀ / ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴄᴀᴛᴇɢᴏʀʏ : ꜱᴍᴜᴛ

ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ : ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟ

ᴛʏᴘᴇ : ᴍɪɴɪ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ [2] [3]

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : 1,453 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ

ʙʟɪᴛᴢᴏ

At first, Blitzo started to think that you were joking about this ' challenge ' that you had stumbled upon up in the human realm. Since Blitzo loved a good challenge, he couldn't help himself from participating.

" No Nut November? " Blitzo snickers before continuing, " Who do you think I am, ( Name )? I can last more than a month without cumming. Hell, I could even last a whole year if I really wanted to. "

I could imagine him boasting to you about how he's going to win the challenge and how easy it is for him to not cum, but not even a week in, he's struggling a bit. It doesn't make it any better how you accidentally tease him.

He can't even stare at you for too long. Seeing you come back into the I.M.P building, covered in blood with your uniform clinging to your skin, Blitzo immediately looks away from you and takes a deep breath.

He tries not to be obvious about it, but whenever you walk past him or sit next to him, he would have to move a little further from you. Blitzo even has to temporarily cancel his agreement with Stolas to avoid the prince from seducing him.

Stolas doesn't make his situation any better, either. He will send Blitzo erotic pictures and voice messages of him. It's a struggle to not jerk off to the prince and a huge challenge for Blitzo when Stolas starts to call him.

With Blitzo being a week in, he fails. He called you into his office and straight up told you to give him a blowjob. You could see his raging erection through his pants, and while you would have normally said yes, you turn him down.

The imp begins to beg you to do something to him. Anything. He was a complete wreck by the time you got to the office. You do end up reliving the poor thing, but not with the way he would want.

You give him a handjob.

You make sure to take your sweet time as you jerk him off, hearing him growling and mumbling underneath his breath, demanding you to go faster.

By the end of it, he came on his desk, staining his paperwork and making a mess. When you were finished, Blitzo quickly pulled you up onto his lap. You could hear his strangled and harsh breaths against your neck.

Fuck, you could even feel his cock right up against your ass.

" You aren't going anywhere until you help me fix this mess. I don't give a fuck if the others hear us or if they come in. You started this, now help me clean it up. "

ᴍᴏxxɪᴇ

The idea of N.N.N. came to Moxxie because of Millie. The two of you had been planning to do this to Moxxie for a while now. When telling him about the challenge, he was extremely flustered. Was this going to mess up with his work, and was it going to make him lose time on the tasks assigned to him by Blitzo?

" Millie, ( Name ) I don't know if we- I can do this.. This ' challenge ' sounds concerning, to say the least. It is too much of a risk for us to do so, and we would be wasting time. "

" Aww, come on, Moxxie!" Me and ( Name ) had been waiting for the perfect moment to try this out, and now we got the opportunity. Come on, let's just try it at least once. "

Moxxie sighs, rubbing the side of his face. He had been thinking about it. He sighs, " Alright... I'll do it. "

" Oh my goodness, yes! Thank you, Moxxie!~ " Millie gives a small kiss to Moxxie's cheek, causing the white-haired Imp to blush slightly. You give the imp couple both a kiss on the cheek before going back to the work that Loona forgot to do.

The challenge wasn't that hard for Moxxie.. well, until his boss started to make lewd comments around him, trying to make him slip up.

Millie teased him a bit, but not that much. She would always whisper what she was going to do to him once the day was done, and it was driving him insane.

" Damn, Moxxie. Is that a boner or are you happy to see me? "

Moxxie looks down at his crotch to see that he was getting a boner from just the thought of his wives. He quickly gets up and bolts into the bathroom, hearing Blitzo burst out into laughter.

While you on the other hand, would sometimes walk past him, letting your tail brush against his leg, and sometimes, letting your hand trail down his inner thigh, making the poor imp flustered as hell.

You would also tell him what you and Millie are going to do to him, which would only make his erection more visible. Moxxie is able to keep his composure and beat the challenge. Millie was quick to take you and Moxxie to bed.

When she finally got her hands on him, she had him pinned against the wall, giving him a few hickeys here and there. She takes him to bed and strips him, and the both of you begin to pleasure him.

Millie explained to him that he was going to get a huge reward for being such a good boy. Moxxie, who currently had a hard-on and was horny as hell, wanted his 'reward' as soon as possible. Seeing the two of you with two large strap-ons really does something to him.

" Fuck.. Please, I want to feel the two of you inside of me. Please, let me have my reward. "

ꜱᴛʀɪᴋᴇʀ

Asking Striker about participating in N.N.N was easy enough. He seemed a little confused by its concept at first but quickly agreed to do it. He even teased you a bit, never expecting you to suggest something so lewd and scandalous

" You want me to not get off to nothin' for a whole month? " He asked you, " Ya know what that means, right? That means you won't be allowed to get me off neither. " Striker has a grin of his face as he saw your face heat up with embarrassment.

" Well yeah, I guess... Sure.. " You grumble before going back to what you were doing. Striker knew that you were going to tap out long before he would. This was going to be fun... for him at least.

The challenge was easy for him. All he had to do was bury himself in a fuck-ton of work, assassinating, and not let his mind wander off. If it did, he'd just think about his job and nothing else.

You, on the other hand, weren't fairing too well. You weren't used to having to deny yourself from your lovers' touch. So when Striker would brush against you or give you a kiss, it made you hot and bothered. You missed him.

Even though he was there with you every day, he was working his ass off to avoid getting aroused. And he did a pretty good job of it. You, on the other hand, didn't. You had no idea how you were going to last a whole month without sex.

As sad as it sounded, you did your best to pleasure yourself without him catching you. When he would go off to work you'd sneak away into the bedroom and fuck yourself with the dildos he gave you. You even got the one with his cum still on it, you were that desperate.

He noticed you acting more needy lately. Striker wasn't stupid. He knew what you were doing while he was gone. He wanted to catch you in the act.

His schedule was empty, so instead, he was going to sit back and let you do the work. You were already in your shared bedroom, laying on the bed.

Striker had come into the room to see you with your legs spread wide and a dildo shoved inside of you. You didn't even realize that he was in the room, too lost in your lust. The loud sequencing noise echoes and merges with your soft moans.

" Well, well. What do we have here?" He smirked, " I wonder where this came from? " Striker chuckled as he made his way over to you, causing you to jolt up in surprise. Before you could even cover yourself up, Striker had pounced on top of you and pinned you down onto the bed.

" Couldn't wait a month without me having a bit of fun?" Striker cooed as his tail snaked its way over to your discarded sex toy, " Maybe I should punish you for breaking our little deal. " He chuckled, pulling the toy from out of you.

" You'll like that, won't ya? "

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