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tarisilmarwen · 10 months

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Rebels Rewatch: "Legacy"

We learn the answer to the question of Ezra's parents' fate and things are endlessly sad.

This series of slow scale-pan/zoom in shots that start from a wide distance establishing shot and ends on a close-up of Ezra is really effective. Evokes a dreamlike quality even before we duck into Ezra's head. The silence and weird sounds add to the eerie effect.

This whole sequence is obviously retroactively sad. It almost feels like the Force is trying to connect Ezra with his parents one last time. The muted whispers recall the World Between Worlds, Mira and Ephraim's repeated reassurances to Ezra that they're right there, perhaps already dead, with him in the Force? The Force sound effects are bizarre and watery, and there are a couple unusually loud bass thomps that Ezra startles at--Footsteps? Heartbeats? Bodies hitting the floor?

It's a trippy sequence but played entirely seriously, even the lack of fanfare emphasizing how important this episode is.

There's our first instance of the "Twin Moons" cue here.

:(((((((

Kanan's line here about, "You've never wanted to talk about your parents." suggests that he and Hera did try to let Ezra know that Tseebo had told them something but that he didn't want to hear it at the time. Or that maybe they were waiting for him to bring it up and he never did.

This is a pretty shot. <3

See, this is why I don't agree with the argument that Hera and Kanan were wrong for not telling Ezra what little they knew. Because... what would it have even accomplished?

"Oh, we maybe know vaguely where your parents are." But they don't have any way to confirm where they are or if they're even still alive and even though they've been looking for probably a year now they've exhausted all resources and are not any closer to an answer. There is net zero information to be gained on Ezra's part, and if he'd known they were looking all it would have done was distract him and drive him to obsessively check in about it.

Which is not something a vulnerable Force Sensitive with attachment issues needs to have added to his plate to worry about.

Meanwhile with the Rebellion plot side of things, Konstantine is debriefing Fifth and Seventh.

Seventh looks meanly happy that Konstantine snarks at Fifth lol.

Side note: There is really pretty lighting in this scene.

Aw frick.

*weeps*

The mass escape happened the previous night. It happened the night Ezra had his vision.

His parents were already dead and he felt it unconsciously through the Force.

In hindsight that might be why he was able to accept it/guess at it so quickly when they were talking to Ryder.

Right so a lot of my commentary this episode is just going to be me being sad about Ezra's face.

"You have to open your mind to the truth as the Force presents it." Oof. Holocron-shadowing.

This sequence is so cool. A lovely music cue to accompany it too.

Ugh, the parallels to "Vision of Hope" and "Twin Suns", with Ezra leaping headfirst onto the scent of potential information, rushing in, so assured of what his vision means...

Sabine coming out to see what's up with Ezra, and apparently casually listening in on Imperial chatter concerning Lothal.

Also Ezra, you really don't need that helmet, you just want it 'cause it's a present from Sabine you basically use a security blanket lol.

Ezra's theme sounding very bright and lovely here.

Lol Sabine calling Zeb and Chopper delinquents.

Kanan and Sabine's worried looks at him. <33333

Ezra's agitation here is rightfully a little concerning. He's snapping at his friends, being impatient, short-tempered.

I like this cute little moment here though, Sabine gives him a reassuring nod.

Riiiiiiight before she realizes what the Stormtroopers clearing out of the area means lol.

This protocol being established in Rebels lent some extra dread to that moment in Rogue One when the Star Destroyer moved out from above Jedha's capital.

Ezra isn't focusing, his aim is all off. His theme pipes in here, strained and full of tense strings.

Lol Kanan's expression like, "Shit, did he do all that? That's my kid all right. "<333333

Oooooh the way Ezra's expression changes as soon as he hears Seventh.

He angy.

Yeah uh hon, I don't think charging two Inquisitors twice your size is gonna work. Good thing Kanan interrupts and blasts the door between them so he can give Ezra a moment to collect himself and calm back down.

"You're right. I never knew my parents." :(((( This is sad for two reasons, one, that Kanan is tacitly admitting he can't fully understand Ezra in this one aspect, and two, that he still does understand somewhat because he lost his master right in front of him (who was basically the closest thing he had to a parent) and his entire Order and people.

I think Ezra realizes that because he looks immediately contrite and apologizes.

:((((((

The music in this scene is great.

Aaaaaaaand the TIE fighters shot a Rebel transport down over a populated civilian city.

Friendly reminder that the Rebels did not do this in the finale.

Awww Chopper waving bye to mom.

Love Hera just straight up bashing the tractor beam generator with the Ghost when the torpedo plan fails.

Sabine checking to see if they're going to follow Kanan and Ezra. <3333

This whole conversation. <3333

Welp, the dumbass new post editor is making me brush up against an unexpected 30 photo limit, dunno how to turn it off, it's not on a lot of the previous recaps, might have to tweak this post a few times. In the meantime looks like I'm going to be limited in the caps I can post.

Stupid Tumblr.

Ezra's burned out old home. :(((((

Oh hey, random thought, but would you like me to make this episode even sadder? >:)

So the timeline is a bit loose with Rebels and frankly what they've officially set down makes zero sense. But we know the show starts 5BBY and that Ezra turns 15 in the mid-season episode "Empire Day".

Some fans decided that because "Legacy" is another mid-season episode that means its a year after "Empire Day".

AKA Ezra turned 16 yesterday, the same day his parents died.

After all, what's a better distraction for a massive jailbreak than a mandated galactic holiday, when the Stormtroopers are busy partying? Or so the logic goes.

~You're welcome.~

KITTY! :D

"Aaaand we're chasing Loth-cats now." Kanan sounds so tired lol.

Friiiiiiiick Ezra's hopeful little face when Ryder says he knows his parents. :((((((

Clancy Brown trying to break out of his typecast voicing someone who's NOT a villain for a change.

Bbbbbyyyyyyyyy. :(((((((((

"Twin Moons" coming in again, all in sad somber strings.

Not remembering exactly which of the writers/producers said it, but pretty sure behind-the-scenes Word of God confirmed that Ephraim and Mira realized it was only a matter of time before the Empire would connect the dots from Ezra to them because of his message, and that's why they A) led the jailbreak in the first place, and B) let themselves be killed in the escape when they got separated, rather than be used as blackmail against their son.

You know, in case the episode wasn't already sad enough. :)

Man, Ezra's face, I can't.

*sobs*

Right, I know I can't add many more caps but this hug needed to be capped. Look, even Chopper is patting Ezra's knee kjhkjafhkas.

"Twin Moons" playing out in somber female vocals now and I'm SO mad that Tumblr decided to finally randomly change/update my post editor I NEED TO CAP EVERY SINGLE FRAME.

From Ezra's sad curled up position, the despondency in his eyes, the breeze moving through the Lothal grass in gentle rivulets, how the light shifts as Ezra enters his vision, the glorious shimmer of Capital City in a world without the Empire, that shot of Ephraim's hand joining Ezra's on the railing...

This is such a beautiful sequence.

So so mad about the photo limit.

Kanan comforting Ezra by talking about how the Jedi view death, as merely energy changing forms, and that Ezra's parents are alive inside him.

I don't think it's a coincidence that "They will be. Always." recalls "The Force will be with you, always."

Man. :((((((

So this is a beautiful episode, very plot heavy, ends the mini Garel portion of the season and drives the Rebels even further afield from Lothal, which I suppose makes it appropriate that we're allowed to visit it one last time this season.

The confirmation of the deaths of his parents would serve to unbalance Ezra again, after the serenity he'd found at the end of "Brothers of the Broken Horn", and the grief will be lingering through the whole rest of the season, arguably the rest of the show.

Ezra takes it... so remarkably well though, which speaks to his character maturity. The support of the others, especially Kanan--who understands full well what it's like to lose someone and be alone in your grief--helps too. Kanan's relationship with Ezra, always a highlight of the show, shines through here in how understanding and present he is for Ezra.

The animation and music are phenomenal this episode, perfectly serving the story and of course looking gorgeous to boot.

Plus there are lots of pretty shots of Ezra looking sad so...

Yeah I love this episode.

#star wars #star wars rebels #ezra bridger #space dad and his precious pumpkin child #rebels rewatch #liveblog #stupid tumblr had a new version of post editor hit my account so now i'm limited to 30 photos

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v-arbellanaris · 9 months

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some of u are clowning on my posts. ur embarrassing me.

#sorry my follower said that. or whatever. some of you need better opinions.#''they need money to do all the accessibility stuff'' if their resources are so limited explain why they've wasted it on the photo editor #and doing stupid shit that makes prev tags impossible instead of concrete changes to protect photosensitive users. go on. i'll wait.

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ilovefredjones · 2 years

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i’ll be your slaughterhouse: ZED NECRODOPOLIS as THE SACRIFICIAL LAMB

paul hoen, zombies / hilary mantel, wolf hall / camille rankine, emergency management / zombies 2 soundtrack / paul hoen, zombies 2 / zombies 3 soundtrack / paul hoen, zombies 3

#zed necrodopolis #disney zombies #there is so much more i wanted to include in this but the stupid photo limit stopped me #the amount of brain power that went into collating this so i can have more than 10 pics #so maybe i’ll do a pt 2!!!!!!#i had so much fun making this #i just think zed should be able to have a break #why am i always so much more coherent in dais’ dms instead of the tags of a post i want to explain #just the extent that zed is willing to go to further the zombies’ cause & he doesn’t care how much he hurts himself. as long as it benefits+#the zombies. the monsters. the people he cares about.#he is the sacrificial lamb. he will suffer and endure for everyone else. win the games & lift the slab & channel the energy & be the+#first monster to be on the football team and go to college etc etc #like (ik it’s bc he’s the main character but) in z1 when he leads the rest of the zombies into the cafeteria. he is always at the forefront+#and always the figurehead and always representing zombies & monsters as a whole. he can never be Just Zed #and if he doesn’t do everything perfectly right (eg the debate in z2) then he equates that with his self worth & he’s let down his whole+#community and his friends and his family. they’re counting on him. he’s exceptional zed #that song rewired my brain chemistry like ‘exceptional zed’. it’s like a title. he HAS to be exceptional #it’s what everyone expects from him #he’s been elevated to this infallible status #of being exceptional. being a leader. being charming and witty and ‘universally liked’ but he’s NERVOUS. he doubts himself so much #he doesn’t think he deserves any of it #he doesn’t know how to live up to the expectations everyone has of him. he just wants his community to be safe and happy. and for that he+#will risk his life and be unhappy and hurting and have no self worth :)#anyway #zombies #zombies spoilers

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robotpussy · 2 years

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we must put an end to the fandomization of every single thing

#i cant go into ANY tag without finding 355464 fanfics like i came here to reblogs gifs and the worst ones are #the fanfics that use gifs so even when i limit it to photo only posts i still see the stupid fanfic OH MY BGDWQJBHJEBHWE #and its always fanfic that has nothing to do with what im looking for. why is there marvel x reader fanfic in the ju-on tag?

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heeracha · 2 years

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Not you playing with poor people's feelings and come in my messages sending heart eyes to hee like nothing happened 😭

JAIL

wHO WOULDNT HAVE HEART EYES FOR LEE HEESEUNG !??? H E E S E U N G

#i would give more but stupid tumblr has a 10 limit photos #seungie

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screeching-bunny · 7 months

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I'm intrigued by the idea of yandere priest harem.

Just a bunch of sexually repressed men that now have a tangible person to 'worship'.

Yandere! Priest Harem

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’

Tags: @endism

What the fuck. You can’t believe it but you accidentally started a cult. You weren't sure how but you managed to do it. Everything about it was planned perfectly for you. From the moment you were kidnapped to the moment where you gave in, there was always some sort of routine that the priest followed that seemed almost robotic. Every word or phrase spoken to you seemed somewhat rehearsed as if they were doing everything in their power to make you pleased and happy. Everything that you requested or asked for was quickly met. Did you just say that you were hungry? Don’t worry, wait a couple more minutes and a feast will be made just for you. Did something catch your eye while you were shopping? In a couple minutes it is purchased and given to you. Never in your life had you seen a group more downbad people then these priests. They are incredibly whipped for you and treat you as if you were some kind of God.

Although you were kidnapped you soon learned to just accept the role as their false God. Why? Well to simply put you were just plain lazy and if being kidnapped allowed you to live a luxurious life without needing to work then so be it. Screw having a job and screw having to pay for bills. You will accept this position with grace and take advantage of it however you would like. The only thing that bothered you was why the hell were people joining this stupid cult!?!? By now you expected the stupid priests to run out of money by now due to your spending habits but why on Earth are people still continuing to donate to them!?!? There just always seems to be a never ending supply of money!!!

“Did you see them? The God of this religion is such a cutie. Do you think I have a shot at becoming a priest? Hell, I wouldn’t even mind being a sacrifice to them.” (Go away).

“I just donated my entire retirement fund to them. It’s so worth it. Did you see how cute their sneezes are? I could literally just die!!!” (Then die).

“I shook their hand a few days ago with my right hand. I haven’t washed it since.” (Gross).

Dammit that's why. You're so called “followers” were nothing but a group of some weirdo simps. The only thing that you ever did around this place was give speeches to your cult that came right out of your ass and they would eat it up everytime too. It is so bad that you could literally say that the Earth was flat and they would go to war to defend that you were right. You’ve never seen a group of more stupider people. As of right now you were currently giving out one of those bullshit speeches to your followers.

“... which is why cats are superior over dogs. If you have a cat tell them I said pspspspsp.”

One of the priests raises their hand, “Can you repeat that whole thing again? That was super cute and I forgot to press record.”

Another priest responds with, “Don’t worry I caught it all and I’ll send it to you later. In exchange, can I have that limited edition picture of them sleeping with a teddy bear.”

Another voice shouts, “Wait! I have some never seen before photos of them. Are you willing to trade it for the limited edition picture?”

“...”

Later that night you soon discover that there is a “trading card game” going around the cult using your pictures. You weren’t even sure how they even managed to take these photos but they somehow have them and how were these mass produced without you even noticing!?!? Why are they out of stock and why are they so popular!?!? Everyday is a never ending migraine for you. Just when you thought the priests couldn’t disappoint you even further, they always manage to prove you wrong. If they weren’t the ones feeding you, you would have been long gone by now.

Waking up always felt like a struggle most of the time. Like it literally was a struggle because there was always someone in your bed with you. They would constantly cuddle up to you as close as possible and make it difficult to leave the bed with their weight holding you down. By the time you wake up breakfast is already made and there is someone constantly fighting to decide who gets to feed you. After breakfast, you stroll around the gigantic garden that was funded with the money of taxpayers. Afternoons are spent giving out wack speeches and talking to your loyal followers. Dinners are the same as breakfast and there is competition on who gets to bathe with you. Quite often these end up turning physical fights between everyone. During the night you're out like a light and it’s a repeat of everything the next day.

Every passing day makes you so concerned for the mental health of others. There is just no way that any of these people are mentally sane. They have to be on drugs or something. You refused to believe that these were rational adults that are contributing members of society. No matter how much you try to change your personality, they always find a way to coo at you. On the days that you act like a brat you are met with the responses of, “Oh my god look at them pout that's so adorable!! Now step on me–”. On the days you act lazy it’s met with, “You don’t have to move I’ll do it all for you! Just let me lick your–”. Are you acting happy today? Well that's met with, “Your smile is so radiant! You know what would make your day better if you let me suck–”. In the end though it really doesn’t matter because their main goal in life is to forever worship your being whether you like it or not.

#yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere harem #yandere priest #yandere cult

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kleftiko · 7 months

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❦ CAN’T GIVE IT TO ME

“your best friend has always been the person you turn to when times are tough. so when your shitty husband refuses to give you a baby, what else are you supposed to do?”

cw: infidelity, unprotected sex, cream pie, breeding kink, pussy eating, squirting

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

It was never a surprise when you made a stupid decision.

Sometimes, people thought you were purposely being an airhead, not paying attention, or being reckless in your life because Satoru was always there to fix things for you. It didn't stop him from letting you know his thoughts on your actions, but he was always there when you called.

When you married your husband, Satoru told you he didn't like him. Didn't think you married for a good reason, either.

Did you love your husband? Maybe. Maybe not. But you liked the freedom he gave you—credit cards and a house to yourself most days—while he was constantly away on business trips. You could spend your days spoiling your girlfriends on a shopping spree and your nights in expensive clubs.

You don't know when you began feeling lonely and bored, though. But one day, you started noticing mothers with their kids. playing in the park, shopping at the grocery store, and taking photos on vacation, and you began to think that maybe you wanted something else in life besides waking up hungover to an empty bed.

So when your husband got home that evening, tired and immediately pouring himself a drink, you proposed the idea. The look he gave you said it all, but he still told you no. He was a busy man; he didn't have time for a family, and you should know that.

It's not like he ever fucked you anyway; for most of your marriage, your orgasms and libido were taken care of by vibrators, dildos, and your best friend.

Which is why when your husband left the next day, you called over Satoru.

He never had to try to look good, showing up with a plain shirt, sweatpants, and those signature glasses. You, on the other hand, changed three times before he arrived, not being able to decide which outfit was going to help you get what you wanted. The formal dress was too much for daytime, the skirt was a bit too juvenile, and eventually you just decided on shorts and a tank top, loungewear that to anyone else would look like you were just having a day in, but the way the short fabric loosely covered your ass told a different story.

Satoru accepted the glass of red wine you offered when he walked in the door and took a seat at the kitchen table, spreading his legs casually as he took a sip.

"I want a baby." You told him straight up.

Satoru smiled as he looked at you over his glasses and said, "Nice. Congrats."

"With you," you clarified. He raised an eyebrow.

"Seems like something you should ask your husband," he said, nimble fingers playing with the neck of his wine. "I'm just here for the drinks."

You pouted, taking a seat in the chair beside him.

"Please, 'Toru?" you asked.

His eyes drifted down to your fingers as they trailed lightly over his thigh, knowing exactly what you were trying to do.

"And why would I help you?" He smiled lazily.

You got up and straddled his lap, setting down his glass of wine in favour of moving his arms around your body.

"You've helped me before." You whisper, and he nods casually, as if that was a good point.

You couldn't count the number of times Satoru let you use his fingers or sit on his face when you were needy. Or how many times you repaid him with your lips around his dick or riding his thigh. But no matter how many times he made you cum, he never gave in to your pleas to stretch your pussy on his thick cock. He refused to, as long as you were married. Was it right? Probably not, but Satoru had his rules.

And you've never minded the mind-numbing pleasure he would give you with his hands and mouth until now. Because now, what you wanted required something else of his that was previously off limits.

"I've helped you a lot of times, sweetheart." He sighed in defeat. "And you always ask for more."

You were confused, not understanding the meaning of his words until his fingers slid between your legs. With a soft gasp, you instinctively start grinding yourself onto his palm, forgetting what he was saying.

"I'm at your beck and call when you need my fingers or tongue," he said, letting you continue your ministrations. "And now you're asking me to fill your cunt and expect me to be okay with our kid calling your husband 'dad'?"

With a harsh press to your clit, you freeze, and a small whine escapes from your lips.

"You think that's fair, sweetheart?" He asked, eyeing you with contempt.

But instead of answering, you try to move your hips against his hand again for friction, only to get a harsh pinch to your thigh.

You yelped, but answered him. "No, it's not."

He seemed happy with your response and said, "What's in it for me?"

You furrowed your brows. In all the years you've known Satoru, he had never asked for anything in return; he always gives, gives, gives. There honestly wasn't any answer you could come up with. But when his long fingers started circling your heat again, making you melt, you asked.

"What do you want, 'Toru?"

He grinned at how easy you were and let you rest your head on his shoulder in response to his fingers. "Say you'll leave your husband, and I'll fill you up as much as you want."

You whined in response, but with your body rocking against his, breathing in his cologne, and hearing his husky voice in your ears, it didn't seem like a bad idea. So you nodded, light gasps dusting over his neck as you breathed out, "Okay."

Satoru's strong hands then left your pussy, but you didn't have a chance to complain when he grabbed the back of your thighs and stood up. When your head leaned back to look at him, you saw a dangerous look in his eyes.

"Good girl." His voice was low as he said, "Let's make you a mommy."

With that, he dropped you onto the table, the wine glasses shaking beside you as a result. Satoru dropped to his knees between your spread legs and reached for your shorts. Already wet with your slick, they stuck to your heat slightly as he slid them off, and you hissed at the feeling of the cool kitchen air against your pussy.

His breath grazed your thigh as he licked a harsh strip up your slit. Your body trembled as his tongue traced its way up, sending shivers of anticipation through your entire being. The dangerous look in his eyes intensified, fueling your desire for him. You couldn't help but arch your back, offering yourself fully to his skilled touch. As his tongue continued its tantalizing journey, your moans grew louder, matching the rhythm of his movements. The intensity of him led you to grasp at his soft silver hair in an attempt to ground yourself, but he smacked your hand away.

"You're gonna feel everything I give you." His sunglasses were discarded, so you saw every emotion in his darkened eyes. "And you're gonna take it."

After you nodded quickly, Satoru wrapped his arms around your thighs, locking your cunt against his tongue as he devoured you. His careful mouth probed every inch of your sensitive folds, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. The way he smoothly flicked and sucked on your clit had you on the edge of ecstasy, unable to control the moans that escaped your lips. As his tongue delved deeper, you surrendered completely to the overwhelming sensations, losing yourself in the intoxicating bliss he was giving you.

In an attempt to warn him, you could only stutter out an, "g-g'nna."

But Satoru seemed to understand as his lips attached themselves to your bud, and one of his arms freed your legs so he could thrust his fingers inside your sloppy cunt. The combination of his skilled tongue and the added penetration sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Each thrust of his fingers matched the rhythm of his tongue, intensifying the pleasure and pushing you closer to the edge. As you reached the peak of ecstasy, your body convulsed uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the mind-blowing sensations he was delivering. You briefly understood your legs spamming as you painted Satoru's mouth with your cum.

It took a moment for you to calm down, your eyes opening to look at the ceiling as you realized your back was on the table. Unable to remember when you had laid down, let alone move your body on your own, Satoru pulled you to stand on your jelly legs.

His eyes held your gaze as he wiped his face and licked his lips clear of your cum. Before you could say anything, he gripped your hips, his wet hands sending shivers up your hot skin as he turned you around and pushed your stomach onto the table.

You looked over your shoulder at your best friend; his head was tilted back, eyes closed as he hissed in pleasure, the hand covered in your slick stroking his hard cock. The reminder of the fact that his dick was finally going to be inside you made you whine and wiggle your hips to gain his attention again.

Satoru looked down at you with a smile.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm right here." He lined himself up with your hole. "I'll fuck a baby into you," he whispered before slowly pushing himself inside you.

The sensation of him filling you up sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making you moan and bend your back in response.

"T-'Toru..." You drawled, unable to think of anything else, as he stretched you open.

"That's it, baby, remember who's gonna breed this cunt for you." He hissed.

Your mind became consumed with the overwhelming pleasure as Satoru continued to thrust deeper into you. Every movement he made intensified the sensations, leaving you completely lost in the moment. The sounds of his grunts harmonizing with skin slapping against skin filled the room, adding to the urgency of the experience.

Your eyes locked on one of the wine glasses beside you. The table rocking with Satoru's harsh thrusts caused the silverware to fall over, staining the beautiful tablecloth beneath your face. You don't know why, but the physical reminder of how hard Satoru was going inside you made you moan. The combination of the sensory overload and the unexpected disruption heightened the raw passion between you and Satoru. As your moans echoed in the room, you realized that every element of this encounter was pushing you both towards an adrenaline-filled climax.

"Sa-Satoru—please!" You babbled incoherently as he slapped against you, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips.

"Fuck!" He groaned. "You're gonna look so hot pregnant with my baby."

Your pleas only fueled Satoru's desire, intensifying his thrusts as he whispered dirty promises about knocking you up in your ear. The intense connection between you both grew, driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy. With each moment, it became clear that this intimate encounter would forever be etched in not only your memory but also your life. And it turned you on so much more.

"You gonna great your husband today with your pussy filled with my cum?" You whined at his dirty talk. "S'it gonna drip down your legs when you tell him it's over?"

You don't know why, but the reminder of the fact that Satoru wasn't your husband was what did it for you. You came to the realization that it wasn't your husband fucking a baby into you, but your best friend. This forbidden affair intensified the pleasure and excitement coursing through your veins, causing you to clench impossibly tighter around Satoru's cock.

He groaned loudly at that, folding his body over yours as he reached his own orgasm.

"You're all mine now, sweetheart." He whispered into your ear as his cum shot into your cunt, filling you up better than you could've hoped for. The intensity of the moment left you breathless as you lay there, sweat clinging to your forehead as the scent of wine and sex filled your senses. You whimpered pathetically when Satoru slipped out of you and crouched down to watch the globs of his cum drip out of your pussy with each clench around nothing. Your trembling legs couldn't stop him when he scooped up the slick and pushed it back into you with a dissatisfied hum.

"Don't think it stuck, sweetheart." He sighed. "Might need to fill you again."

#kleftiko’s kinktober #jjk x reader #jjk smut #gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #jjk x you #jjk imagines #jjk gojo #jjk x y/n #gojo x y/n #gojou satoru x reader

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keisobe · 10 months

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── ౨ৎ ‧˚ 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 (𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧)

・⸝⸝ some hobie brown headcanons where you’re the complete opposite of him + not completely proofread

notes. this was inspired by the anon who requested for “polar opposites” (i’m still working on that request TT). i’m a sucker for couples with different aesthetics because it reminds me of hachi and nana hshshddh ♡

you guys share an apartment together, and the contrast between your guy’s decor can be laughable. hobie has crumbled newspaper cutouts and band posters sprawled all over his walls— graffiti to roughen it up even more. while you had a dainty wallpaper with printed flowers, topped with assortments of neatly lined photos of you and hobie taken during your dates.

that’s why the living room in your apartment is completely bare. except for some framed photos of more cute memories and the dried flowers that hobie (stole) bought you on your first date. mostly, the trinkets you both own are scattered around the apartment.

hobie would be pouring cereal into a pink, bunny ceramic bowl. while you drink raspberry tea in a ridged mauve mug with the words ‘fuck capitalism’ written in hobie’s scratchy handwriting. and yes, you did take hobie to a pottery class as a cool date idea (he thought it was a cute idea too).

hobie always wears a copious amount of studded leather belts but also, your plush keychain(s) securely clipped onto his belt loops. hobie loves to show them off whenever he’s out with his bandmates— “ain’t it a lil’ cute? ‘s even got a lil’ blush on ‘s cheeks.” and that doesn’t limit him during his nightly patrols, he would get a few insults about having a ‘stupid toy’ on his belt, to which he would punch the daylights out of them and trap them in a thick layer of web.

you also proudly accessorize your bags with hobie’s handmade keychains. your favorite was a little replica of his guitar and a pink star that “represents you”. but because they are personally made, he would leave song lyrics and flirty comments written in the back of each keychain— marking the date when he gifted it to you.

going shopping with hobie was also lots of fun. there was a nearby boutique that you always shop at; selling exclusively skirts and dresses adorned with frills and bows, and hair accessories that are covered in pearls and ribbon (he honestly sticks out like a sore thumb but he couldn’t care less). hobie helps you pick out stuff, taking clothes off the rack and asking you to try it on. he compliments you every time you show off, giving you a little twirl and whispering a suggestive comment that makes you slap his chest. if you decide that you weren’t particularly fond of the outfit, hobie would go out of his way to put away said clothes back into its rack whilst having a good chat with the shop owners (they love him to bits).

one time, you decided it would be fun to wear some of his stuff. putting on a studded leather choker he left on his bedside table, you walked out with your chin held high and a grin so big. immediately, hobie felt like he combusted five times and went over to graze a hand over your leathered neck— “you’re an absolute looka’ babe.”

whenever you guys are out, he would always keep an eye out for your skirt. not in a weird way, but to make sure it doesn’t show private bits that would entertain creeps that would pass by. that’s why he would subconsciously linger his hand on your hips and he would always let you sit in the subway train, amusingly eyeing down at you drawing whilst he holds onto the upper railing— guarding you with his solid frame.

you’re a real sucker for british dating shows. it wasn’t like you believed in them, but found them heavily entertaining. hobie had always been fond of the things you like, even though they completely contrasted his personal aesthetic and interest. but he cannot, for the life of him, agree with dating shows. as you snuggled into him and share a fluffy blanket— watching the latest season of said dating show, he would cackle as he gives snarky comments at every moment and heavily criticize the whole concept of “making yourself look li’ a knob on the telly” (you sent him to his room afterwards, he apologized the morning after).

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