#throwing shade like a fucking boss

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

No one can throw shade like Vincent fucking Price.

Columbo; Lovely But Lethal 03x01 (1973)

#vincent price #columbo #throwing shade like a fucking boss #like a boss #makeup #so bisexual #hes so cunty.. #and im here for it #sexy grandpa #fuck me sir #um ..what? #oh nothing #bicon #horror #old horror movies #vintage #movie #actor #handsome #gif #gifs made by me #gif set #gifs #vintage TV #tv show

[tchaikovskym]

Man this day sucked balls

#i had to get up at 5:45am #that was the first worst sign #it was well until i went home for my zoom lesson #since i was like the main coordinator for one big event which had multiple small events #my boss called me and was like hey where is the portable ultrasound for the event #and she found it but the charger was missing #so i asked people responsible for the smaller events who used that ultrasound if they know anything and they were like nope #and one even managed to throw shade on me bc it has been like 2 weeks since the event #after my zoom lesson i cried abt that stupid charger #but i was like hold up i have 20 minutes only to cry bc i have my next lesson in person and i have to go #and then i went and i managed to forget abt that stupid lost charger #and i was like yay i will learn python #and then i did learn the basics and then it started to get complicated and i was lost and then our task was like #hell #and then i tried to make something at least of my task. to like define functions and stuff #and it wasnt possible #and then our teacher kind of wrote the script for the 1st part of the assignment #and i was like okay #and i tried it and the int thing didnt work it was like no you cant put it there where your teacher put it #and i was like fuck then #i just learned how to write a if else and now i have to make two different triangle area scripts baded on input and so that it would work #for non existing triangles #and like what does it mean a triangle with 4 3 and 9 as edge lengths #what do you want from me? an error output? triangle does not exist? what? #either way im fucked #i have to wake up just as early tomorrow #and i have to do a lecture for schoolkids on saturday and my ppt is not finished #and its not like ill have time tomorrow bc i work from 7am to 9pm bc im maybe a masochist #which means even less sleep #i think i have so much going on i want to just. scream.

[risuola]

III — GAMBARE, GAMBARE — F. READER x SUKUNA RYOMEN

In the world of crime and blood, Sukuna knows what's off limits. You certainly are one of those things and yet, he's unable to stop thinking of you.

cw: smut, little angst-ish in some places, mafia!au, unprotected sex, a hint of body worshipping, violence, mentions of death, subtle threats, reader discretion is advised — 3,2k words

a/n: third part, thank you so much for support guys! it means the world to me to see how INSANELY big is the tag list now. i literally love y'all~ ❤️ also, just as the first part got inspired by the absolutely menacing quote from our king, it only felt natural to include the famous gambare, gambare (do your best) into this one.

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Sukuna prefers to think of himself as one of significant intelligence. Over the years, during which he ruled over the entire criminal milieu, he proved himself to stand atop of anyone who dared to even think of overturning his jurisdiction. All the exceptionally dumb bold ones that once wished to take the position of a boss from his hands had learned the hard way why troubles with Sukuna Ryomen are the least desirable fate of anyone who bears any volume of oil inside their brains.

It’s not only tactical or business intelligence that he’s priding himself with. It’s also the excessive knowledge about general rules of life that allowed him to comfortably push and pull the edges of what’s right and wrong, bending his own reality to his liking. Now it’s intuitive – he just knows where he can put more pressure and where it’s not worth his time. He knows what to bet his money on and what won’t realistically pay back. And most importantly, up until that point, Sukuna thought he can tell with his eyes closed which people he should consider crossing paths with, what men can be useful whilst he aims to reach his targets and which crowds he shouldn’t mess around with – for various reasons, most of which being just business and inconvenience. Same thing concerns women. Ryomen’s position works like a magnet and not a day passes by without girls, often way too young to even think of him, throwing themselves at him, led by fantasies of money and power veiled in the shades of love. If he wished, he could have a different toy every time the night falls and if he’d be just slightly less trained, he might have fallen for the temptation. But he didn’t.

Sukuna learned it from experience, not exactly his own, but of his pawns, that allowing random women in the proximity of their profession usually leads to catastrophes. Girls get persistent, they grow attached, they fall in love sooner than it’s even logical and then they threat, they blackmail; all of which eventually leads to their deaths because dealing with just barely adults that weaponize tears and screams is something he doesn’t allow in his circle. There were no exceptions, any man bearing similar power to Ryomen knows that there’s no place for romance in the world of death and bones, the one that’s stained in red and sorrow. If there happens to be love, it’s always of people from inside the criminal circle, sharing the same set of broken morals. Mafia should never tie itself romantically with civilians. Especially him, the leader, the menace that he is in the world of misdeed, murder and corruption, knew all too well why he should never, ever, even think of someone from outside of his tale as of anything more than one time plaything. That would be irresponsible, straight up naïve. It would be foolish. He knew all of that and not even once he felt any need to engage into any kind of relationship with someone that he deemed non-profitable to his general targets.

Then why the fuck he kept thinking of you? Why he kept seeing you after what was supposed to be a fun one-time fuck? Why did the taste of your lips and the sweet scent of your skin made him so completely addicted that he couldn’t focus on his own business without his mind wandering to the memory of you at least once an hour? He just liked your body, he told himself every time he thought of sending you a message. You were a good lay, it was purely physical. You did, after all, take his dick like you were born solely for this very purpose. He was meeting you only for sex and it was an accident that some of these meetings began with a dinner. All of the gifts he showered you with were just a form of payment for the service. Sukuna knew much better than to let his emotions take control of him.

“What’s on your mind?” Your quiet voice tore Ryomen out of the realm of his self-criticism. The tone that you spoked with was raspy, the testimony of the rough, throat-fucking he had used you for just few hours prior, and yet, it still somehow flowed with cottony softness, so characteristic to you.

“Nothing important,” he replied bluntly, lowering his gaze to where your face was buried into the broad muscle of his chest; your frame completely hidden in his own, much larger and stronger. It was another night you spent in his house, one of those that began with the reservation in one of Tokyo’s best restaurants that served traditional Japanese cuisine. You showed up in a dress made of dark olive silk, long enough to reach your high-heeled sandals and clinging to your shapes as if it was made to be worn over the divinity that was your body. The long, scandalous slit exposed one of your legs and the thin straps accentuated your shoulders and cleavage just perfectly. It was a dress that he himself bought and ordered to be delivered to you in an expensive box before that day. Now that very same gown was laying somewhere, discarded on the floor in the living room of his mansion.

“Sometimes I feel like you’re plotting my death,” you chuckled against his skin, the vibration of the act made him scoff because both him and you knew that the scenario you offered wasn’t exactly falling into the realm of fiction.

“If I were to kill you, I wouldn’t need to plot it. One bullet is all it would take,” he retorted with calm and despite any logic, instead of creating some distance, instead of running away you hummed at his statement and pressed your lips to the center of his chest.

You were way over fearing Sukuna and his world. The few months that you spend seeing him, you came to terms with the heavy weight of tragic fate that was now resting on your shoulders. It couldn’t end well, you shouldn’t tangle yourself with a man such as him, the path of your normal life should never come even close to the blood tainted one he was walking through. You should have never left the club with him and once you did, you should have run out his house the moment he gave you a chance. Instead of that, you stayed. That night, after the time of Ryomen’s pursue and the unfortunate event with Naoya and his gang, soon turned into two. Then just few more and then many more. The one-night stand evolved into continuous romance and though it was strewn with roses and intimacy, it came also with the realization that the more you see him, the less days you have left. There was no way for someone like you, an outsider, the mere civilian with no mafia bonds whatsoever, to be living a long life. Sukuna has enemies, there are people that want the power he holds and will eventually target you. That is, of course, if he doesn’t kill you himself over time – out of boredom or prevention. You knew a lot, he had told you more than he should.

But you loved him. You had seen him do some pretty dark things that would make most people’s eyes water, and in all honesty, it did the same thing to yours, but then, with you, Sukuna was always protective. You loved the way he always seemed to know just what you needed, the way he read you like an open book and knew just what to say or do to put you at ease. You loved the way he made you feel like the only woman in the world, how he made you feel beautiful, even on the days you felt like a total mess. He was a danger, a threat so deadly you shouldn’t play with it, he was a flame that you were bound to burn yourself on, but he was also the only person in the world you felt so safe around. Ever since you met, he had protected you. Even if his words were harsh and his own deeds rough, he never failed to envelop you in a bubble inside of which nothing and no one could hurt you.

“Oh, how much you’d miss me,” a certain sense of amusement hinted in the tone you used as the sheepish smile stretched your lips. Ryomen acted suddenly, grabbing the tiny thing that was your body and pressing your back to the mattress. His fingers wrapped around the frail of your neck; it wouldn’t take much of his strength to snap it and yet, you seemed rather comfortable with his grip secured around your airways. Over the time you managed to grow enough trust to know he won’t hurt you for no reason. Your lover was a man powerful enough, there was no need for seeding fear in you. You were also smart enough to differentiate the real danger from the playful acts. If Sukuna truly wanted you to be scared, you most definitely would be scared shitless.

“You think so?” His tone dropped an octave as he crawled above you; your bare figure now trapped underneath the weight of his presence. He got your legs between his initially, the heavy shaft of his dick rested over your lower belly as he shifted his hand from your throat down to cup your breasts. Your body seemed to never stop attract him, no matter how many times he touched and tasted it. You looked almost angelic in the dim light of that morning; the remnants of sleep still painted over your features and the only things that disturbed the innocence of your picture were the marks he had left on your plush, velvety skin. Red and angry spots that he sucked onto your flesh adorned the beauty of your frame, ultimately making you his own. “Aren’t you a little too confident?”

“I think I’m confident just enough,” you grinned playfully, smoothing over his hands, one staying on top of his palm on your breast and the other reaching up his arm to touch more of him. There was always a hunger lingering inside of you, you were never completely satiated and even if your body was utterly exhausted, you were always happy to take more. Sukuna made you feel ecstatic, like you were really his only one and though it was an illusion that you chose to believe in, it felt good to imagine yourself as his only care.

“And why would I miss you, huh? Aren’t you only a plaything for me?” The question he asked was meant to sound venomous but the sound of his voice betrayed the lighthearted intention. “Do you think I’ll blink twice when discarding you when I get bored of what you can give me?”

“I don’t think you’ll hesitate,” a chuckle once again shook your chest gently as you watched how Sukuna gently pulled your legs up from underneath him and brought one of your ankles to his face. The kisses he smeared along your shin were delicate, completely contrasting with the threatful impression that he was trying to make. He was worshipping you so openly, it made you blush every time. “But even though I know you wouldn’t think twice before killing me, I also think you’d miss me afterwards.”

Once the tender caresses finished, your calves landed on top of his shoulders as he leaned forward, squeezing a breathy moan out of you as he pushed his length into you to the very base of it, sliding on enough spit that it made the entrance easy. Ryomen learned your body through and through, he knew you can take it, he knew you’re always ready and eager to take him. Even if it’s early, even if it hurts. No matter when and where, if he told you to sit on his dick in the middle of a grocery store, you’d probably do just that and ask no questions. And yet, he knew where the boundaries are. Not once he pushed you when you were feeling bad. Not once he used you when you were not ready. The knowledge he now had about you came from observation.

“I think I would miss you,” he purred, his lips so close that they brushed against yours as he spoke. He’s got you in a mating press, filled to the brim with his bricked-up manhood and completely at his mercy. “You are addicting.”

“So keep me safe,” you whispered, cupping his face and chasing the kiss he was yet to give you. The request caught him slightly off guard. The pleading undertone made his heart clench; a feeling that he’s gone without for a decade at least and though he hated the odd sensation in his chest, he also couldn’t deny the warmth that spread throughout his body.

“You are safe with me,” the reassuring lie he followed with a heavy press onto your lips, sealing his words with his own tongue and silently promising you his protection. A vow that he wished to keep and yet, feared he won’t be able to. But now, it wasn’t important. Now you were here, in his bed, on his dick. Now there was just you and him.

Your dainty fingers found their place in his hair as he began thrusting into you. The new slick that combined with the remnants of the night made his movements easy as he dragged his hips back almost all the way out and then pushed back to the point of his pelvis clashing with the back of your thighs and your ass. The pace he set wasn’t fast. It wasn’t anything of what he’d most often pick, there was no violence intertwined into the melody of his hips. That morning it was sensual, it was deep and just rapid enough to stimulate every sweet spot inside of you. Stroke after stroke he was driving you crazy, he just barely started and already you felt yourself dripping. The filthy, wet sounds filled in the early aura and the muffled moans and whimpers accompanied them.

Sukuna allowed your legs to fall lower from where they were pressed against your chest and you hooked them around his hips. The newly earned access to his neck and shoulders you immediately used by allowing your hands to wander in the area, scratching his skin just to force a low purr from his throat. Every sound he made, you swallowed greedily as the kiss continued. Your tongues were dancing to the fiery rhythm of intimacy.

The coil in your stomach tightened all too quickly, you wished it to give you more time to enjoy what he was willing to give you but no matter how much you wanted your body to calm down, he made it absolutely impossible to achieve. Your veins were running with pure ecstasy and lust, the heated flurry that now was your brain was focused only on him, on the rhythm of his hips, on every sweet little lie that he whispered to you. Ryomen knew how to make you weak, he knew just how to angle his body to hit that one spot, the most sensitive one and you could feel him grinning against your lips. He knew you were close. The delicious squeezes that your cunt did on his girth were enough of a hint to notice and it gave him a sense of pride to be able to make you come undone so easily.

“Just few moments more,” he murmured and you nodded eagerly. Tears prickled in your eyes, gathering along your lash lines like crystals that he wished to kiss away, but was now too engulfed in the taste of your lips to part. His movements got quicker, just a little heavier as he began slamming into you with more force than at the beginning. Mornings tend to rid Sukuna from the ability to last – the ones that he spends with you in his arms, with your naked body pressed against his, unknowingly shifting against his dick for hours. That makes him unable to keep his composure for too long. Sometimes he feels like you strip him of all qualities that he once prided himself in, leaving him bare only to your eyes, with only the most primal needs exposed and he felt good with that kind of freedom.

“…don’t stop, oh god, ‘kuna~”, you were whimpering, arching your back underneath him and squeezing your little hands over his shoulders. “I can’t, I—”

“Oh, you can. Do your best,” Sukuna chuckled, teasing you with such impossible tasks. Your head fell back, your thighs were trembling against his sides and he could tell he’s losing you. You were far too deep in the realm of desire to hear his words; all of your world now came down to what you felt, to how you felt him and Sukuna loved your blissed out state. He loved the way he was the one to push you so far over the edge that you wouldn’t notice if the world was ending. But what he loved above that, was how you were gripping onto him; holding him tightly, pulling him closer as if you never wanted him to move away, as if he was everything you needed. And he was.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he muttered against your throat, painting the skin over there with wet trails of kisses and new, red marks – the ones gentle enough to fade in a matter of hours. You moaned something incoherent. “Cum for me,” he allowed, not even sure if you’re registering his words. It had to be unconscious; the way your brain caught his voice between the blurry lines of everything else.

Your climax hit you like a rock; his name was slipping over your tongue continuously, so sweet and breathless that Sukuna was once again reassured that he never wants to hear anyone else calling him. Your walls were squeezing his throbbing length, he twitched and flexed inside you, groaning with satisfaction and before he allowed himself to come, he pushed himself up. As he sat on his heels, he pulled you with him; your body now on top of him and he used his hands to guide your hips up and down his dick. You wrapped yourself around him, finding a safe space for your face right where his neck connects with his muscular shoulder and all he needed to feel the bliss was the sensation of your teeth sinking into his skin.

White seed painted your insides as he shot it as deeply as he could reach with you on top of him. Few more moves, few more groans and you could feel him relax. His strong arms snaked around your waist as he shifted slightly to lean against the headboard, straightening his legs in front of him. You stayed pressed against his chest, catching your breath and feeling the tension leaving your body as the morning went by. And as Sukuna held you so close to his heart, he couldn’t rid himself of the feeling that it felt so right and that made the question bloom inside his brain. Was it still strictly physical? Was it ever only about sex?

» PART FOUR

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[0strawberrysorbet0]

𝑉𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟!

𝑉𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 (𝑜𝑏𝑣𝑖)

Was clearly goin for a pink thing with this today 🤷‍♀️

Pls enjoy this! Velvette is becoming a very unhealthy obsession of mine 😁

Please do not use/steal my work on this site or any other! Resposts and likes are appreciated greatly!!

Warnings: Crazy oblivious, Jealous Vel, cursing, Valentino, my rushed ass writing

How did you get this gorgeous overlord wrapped tightly around your finger? Well, it all started when she recruited you for modelling, I mean you were gorgeous!! 😍

She had instantly made you her top model, pasting your face on every fashion magazine and billboard.

She even let you be in her live streams!!

In your head she was such a sweet boss, you felt like she was honestly your friend at this point!

But she wanted more, she wanted you to comment with hearts whenever she posted pictures of herself,

She wanted you to post pictures of you and her and caption them: 'with my beautiful girl❤' instead of 'with my beautiful boss ❤'.

She just wanted to be bae :/

She even got to the point where she'd leave you new dresses custom made for you, they'd be layed neatly on your bed with scribbled little notes about how "a pretty girl like you shouldn't dress so tacky!"

Gift giving was something she loved to do with you, dresses, flowers, shoes, chocolates, ect. If you even mention wanting or needing something it'll be on your bed at the end of the day.

She even (after throwing a fit and breaking a lot of shit) got your room moved closer to hers, she stated that it was just so another slimy bitch won't steal another one of her models.

NOT BECAUSE SHE WANTED TO BE AS CLOSE AS SHE COULD WITH YOU. not that reason AT ALL!

"Doll.. Doll wake up!" "Huh?.. Vel it's 6am.."

She had gotten into the habit of waking you up early for extra shoots, not that they'd ever be published. She'd put those in her room, just for her 😙

It got to the point where Vox and Val were trying to get her to ask you out! "I just don't get why you won't ask her out? Hm? Nervous princesa?~" "FUCK OFF VAL" Meanwhile Vox was just laughing his ass off.

She hadn't even meant to confess 😞 she was just screaming about you over the phone to Vox without realizing you were there the whole time.

"VOX SHUT UP, IT'S NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS WHO I LIKE, AND I DON'T LIKE HER! I'M SERIOUS I DON'T LIKE (Y/N) LIKE THAT!"

" You don't like me? 😢"

"(Y/N)! Holy shit don't you knock?!" Girl is terrified tbh.

She had to confess now 😞 TWICE! Your oblivious ass didn't get it at first. "Oh I like you too! (≧∇≦)/"

Safe to say she turned the same shade as her hair. She was now your girlfriend! 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 girlfriend! She'd Brag about to everyone.

You think she spoiled you at first? Oh no. It's even worse now. Bags filling in your room, you dare mention a product? She bought it. Oh you like that dress? Take it.

Despite her tough act, she was a totally different person around you, still bratty but super clingy, she'd want you to hold her while she complained about her day.

"That bitch spilt something on that new dress! What am I going to do!? We have a shoot tomorrow!!"

I feel like she'd like her hair brushed, she'd love to be pampered and pamper you. She'd sit with a face mask on as you painted her nails.

In summary, the girl just wants to love you and be loved back. Even if you're a little slow sometimes. ❤

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[cloudcountry]

NRC'S PAINT CHIP PROJECT! — midnight blue

"the glow of a pc in a dark room. the stars outside at night. the chill in a bedroom as evening creeps in."

It’s dark. Idia knows he should be asleep by now, but instead he continues to stare at his computer monitor and fidget with a lock of his flaming blue hair. He hears your soft snoring as you sleep but elects to ignore it, knowing how dangerous it would be to acknowledge how this makes him feel. He isn’t allowed to have nice things like this, but you keep giving them to him and he doesn’t know how to cope.

A bright GAME OVER pops up on the screen when he finally turns his attention back to the screen, but he’s not even mad. The game pitters off into silence as the loading symbol appears at the bottom of the screen, and his headphones do nothing to block out your soft murmur of his name.

Idia partially throws the headphones off his head, whipping around in his chair to stare wide eyed at you. You’re still fast asleep, arms tossed out on the bed and head flopped against his pillow. His heart squeezes in his chest, and he wonders how you ever managed to get so close to him. Ortho always said it was a good thing, but really. How good was having someone over?

Idia doesn’t understand why you haven’t called him weird and creepy yet. He knows he is.

“But I like your hair, Idia. It’s so radiant and soothing. It’s a very pretty shade of blue and it’s so warm.” you murmured, gently scratching at his scalp as he curled into you, “And I like your smile, too. Your teeth are really cute, I’m glad you don’t hide them from me.”

Great Seven, you spoke about him like he was a treasure. It doesn’t make any sense. He doesn’t know if it ever will, because he knows you’re not leaving and you’ll forever be this weird.

“Idia.” you breathe, and he squeaks at how you say his name.

Climbing into bed with you is so appealing that he thinks he might just do something as stupid as that. Fuck, that is total normie behavior. He’s way out of his depth here. This is like fighting a final boss at level one. He isn’t ready. He isn’t ready.

“Idia.”

He isn’t ready.

Idia turns back to his PC and puts his headphones back on. He clicks the retry option on the screen, and as the loading screen pops up again he sneaks a peek at you.

If you ever want to sleep over again, maybe he’ll have the courage to retry this level too.

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[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

More headcanons of the Nimona trio being domestic dorks

Whenever the trio gets sick of each other they’ll ask the person in the trio they’re not pissed at to handle them

It always goes something like this “Ambrosius come get your kid they won’t leave me alone-“ “No Nemesis come get your husband he’s being a stick in the mud”

Or “Bal go get your son from prison he got arrested again” “Oh so he’s my son today?” “Yes when he’s stupid enough to get caught he’s your son” 

If you're wondering why Nimona doesn't just escape its cause they find it hilarious when Bal has to come to bail them out at random points in the day

There are also times when they’re proud or happy and they’ll say things like “I’m gonna go get my daughter ice cream” “Since when is she just your daughter?” “Since right now when she helped me fix my prosthetic” 

“Hey boss where’s my Nemesis I heard he got in a fight today” “I thought he was my Nemesis” “Not when he puts three guys in the hospital he’s not” 

Bal is one of those people who sees something and says “Why would I buy that when I can just make it” AND HE DOES

Nimona has a bad habit of fucking up speakers so Bal just set up a sound system throughout the house 

If the trio weren’t such antisocial losers with three friends combined their parties would be amazing

He made Ambrosius a skincare cabinet just so he could put actual medicine in the medicine cabinet 

When Nimona moved in he asked them what their ideal room would look like 

She gave him a rough draft and he did all of it

They spend a week tearing that room apart so they could soundproof it so she could rock out without disturbing the boys

She has sick ass LED lights and she’ll change the colors depending on her mood 

Ambrosius and Bal helped her paint the walls the most obnoxious shade of neon pink And then they didn’t complain when she spray painted over said walls 

It’s worth it to see her visibly relax when she enters her room

This man has gutted and put back together and rearranged their little house so many times it’s unrecognizable 

I also feel like everyone in the trio is a crafty bitch

They all have a million little hobbies that have produced even more trinkets that fill up their whole house 

Their house is this weird combination of comfy yet chaotic and it's a minimalists nightmare 

Cleaning is also a nightmare but they wouldn't change it for anything 

Back when they were in the institute Ambrosius was a terrible cook -♾️/10 his cooking would put people in the hospital 

After the knighting ceremony was the first time he was living by himself and didn’t have access to free food so he taught himself how to cook

Honestly most people would think he would give up

I mean there are only so many times you set water on fire before you throw in the towel

But he's a stubborn brat and cooking took his mind off of everything so he stuck with it

One day Bal came home to the smell of cooking and he assumed it was Nimona 

He swears to this day he had a heart attack when he saw Ambrosius in front of the stove and Nimona comfortably sitting at the dinner table not helping at all

He promptly dragged Nimona out of there like a bomb just went off and warned him not to touch Ambrosius’ food

He told Bal “The more you call it a biohazard the more I want to eat it” 

So Bal used him like a test dummy 

When Nimona finally did try it they turned to Bal and complained that he lied 

Bal thought he was being pranked until he was forced by Nimona to try the food 

And it was good 

More than good I was fucking amazing 

He asked Ambrosius quite frankly “Who are you and what have you done with my husband” 

Ambrosius just rolled his eyes and told him to eat the food

Bal never gave up on finding out how and slowly but surely he started asking like a normal person

And Ambrosius never answered like a normal person

His answers would range from “A chef never reveals his secrets” (“that’s a magician love” “just zip it and eat your food”) to “I’m never telling you so suffer and finish this meal I lovingly cooked” (“is it still considered love if you knew I was gonna suffer?” “Yes” “…. Makes sense”)

#nimona 2023 #nimona movie #nimona headcanon #nimona #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius #goldenheart #I just know the trio are crafty bitches #Bal dabbles in a little bit of everything #Nimona likes to whittle #Ambrosius likes to crochet #He's made everyone he loves at least one stuffed animal

[lcandothisallday]

Auston kissing his neck

TO WHOEVER YOU ARE WHO SENT THIS IN, I THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART BECAUSE THIS IS SO HOT TO ME😭

Neck Kisses - Auston Matthews x f!reader

warnings: 18+

As Auston entered his apartment, he let out a deep sigh of relief. The high from the game still coursed through his veins. The win combined with his hat trick was putting him in a rather great mood and he wanted nothing more than to step into his apartment and fall into bed for some much needed relaxation with his favourite girl.

The second you hear the apartment door unlock, you squeal and jump up off of the couch and throw your arms around your boyfriend, nearly knocking him down. "Baby you were amazing tonight!" you exclaim, causing him to chuckle softly, his hands falling to hold your waist.

His eyes sparkled with joy as he stared down at you, a grin appearing on his face. The way you adorned one of his jerseys and looked up at him with so much love truly made him feel like the luckiest man in the world. The compliment made his heart flutter, despite the fact that he should’ve been used to it by now. “Thank you beautiful," he hummed modestly, his cheeks turning the slightest shade of pink before he dipped his head down to give your lips a peck. “You have no idea how much I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you smile, tracing your finger along the edge of his jaw. “Had I known you were gonna get a hat trick I would've told my boss to fuck off and ask her to leave early to watch the game in person,” you sighed.

Auston brought his hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You can always quit you know? You don’t need to work.”

You hum, taking a step closer, your body now pressed against his. “I appreciate the offer but you know I can’t,” you mumble, before you leaned up, planting a gentle kiss on his neck, his skin warm against your lips.

Auston's breath hitched and he shivered at the sensation of your lips on his neck, his heartbeat quickening. "You're distracting me from my convincing speech, you know?" he murmured, tilting his head to give you better access.

You chuckled softly, your lips leaving a trail of feathery kisses along his jawline. "That's the idea," you replied, your voice filled with playful seduction. "But I'll think about it...because I really hate this job."

Auston's hands tightened their grip on your waist, pulling you even closer at your answer. His lips found yours, initiating a passionate and deep kiss. The taste of victory mingled with the sweetness of your affection had his head spinning.

The world outside seemed to fade away as you both lost yourselves in the moment. Your kisses grew more urgent and so did your desire for one another.

Breaking the kiss, Auston leaned his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged. "You drive me crazy, you know that?" he confessed, his voice husky.

You smiled, your eyes filled with love. "Well, maybe I enjoy driving you crazy," you teased, your fingers gently brushing against his cheek.

Auston's lips curled into a playful smirk. "Well, lucky for you, I enjoy being driven crazy by you."

With that, he lifted you effortlessly into his arms, carrying you towards the bedroom.

As Auston carried you towards the bedroom, a hunger burned within you. You wanted to explore every inch of his body. Your lips began to leave a trail of gentle kisses along his neck, savouring the taste and feel of his skin beneath your touch.

Auston's grip tightened around you, his breathing growing more ragged with each kiss.

Reaching the bedroom, Auston gently laid you down on the bed, his eyes now dark with love and lust. He moved to hover above you, his lips capturing yours once more. You couldn't resist your hands roaming his body, the feel of his heart beat strong against the palm of your hand.

Breaking the kiss, Auston leaned back, his eyes locking with yours. His neck was exposed, an invitation you couldn't resist. You took the opportunity to switch positions, with him now laying with his back against the soft bed and you straddling his waist before your head dipped down and your lips attached to his neck once again.

Auston let out a low groan, his hands tangling in your hair.

Your kisses grew bolder, leaving a trail of soft, lingering marks along his neck. Each touch elicited a gasp or a moan from Auston, his body pressing closer into you.

His fingers danced along your hips, sending shivers down your own body. "Fuck Y/N. Need you."

You lifted your head and met his gaze with a giggle, his reactions to you kissing his neck driving you even more wild if possible. "Let me do my thing. Treat you well for how good you played," you whispered, your breath hot against his skin.

Auston simply nodded, his eyes clouded with desire. "Please," he breathed, his voice barely audible.

You returned to his neck, placing gentle kisses and teasing nips, slowly working your way towards his collarbone. Every touch fuelled the fire between you, heightening the intensity of the moment.

"You know...there's other parts of my body that haven't been kissed yet," he mumbled lowly, shifting his hips beneath you to get his point across.

You smirk, lifting your head up and shrugging. "Your neck was just very inviting," you laughed, your thumb gently swiping over one of the hickies you'd given him. "Wanted to take my time with you."

"Well I'm impatient when it comes to you," he hummed, flipping the two of you over so that he was on top once more and grinning. "Gonna have to move quicker than that."

#auston matthews #auston matthews fic #auston matthews x reader #auston matthews fanfic #auston matthews concepts #auston matthews blurb #auston matthews imagine #auston matthews fluff #nhl fluff #nhl x reader #nhl fanfiction #am34 #auston matthews x y/n

[thebucketpail]

When You Accidentally Kill a Clown pt.4

Alright bestie you know the drill. Uh, this one's a bit longer than usual though. Enjoy?

Pt.1

To say Danny was having a bad day would be the understatement of the century. Well it wasn’t really a bad ‘day’ more like a terrible series of events that just kept getting worse. Oddly enough, though, this terrible horrible day did not start with killing the Joker, then promptly getting interrogated by a surprisingly cute serial killer/ crime boss/ vigilante. In fact it actually started seven hours earlier at around 4 o’clock in the afternoon. Danny’s roommate had practically kicked him out of the dorm so he could have ‘date night with his girlfriend’ but it was said in a way that made Danny nope out of there real fast.

‘It’s fine, I’ll just use this time to explore Gotham a bit,” he thought to himself. Turns out Gotham, with its incredibly high crime rate and massive amount of curses - seriously? How could one city be this cursed- has a lot of ghosts. Ghosts that seem to be very happy someone can see them. This would have been fine, Danny would have been happy to help, If they hadn’t swarmed him.

Mere moments after he had addressed a shade Danny had found themself in the middle of a mob, shades, imprints, spirits, etc, all vying for attention, help with something here, or just plain attention.

It took them 3 hours to lose the mob.

And it wasn’t even all of them, a few blob ghosts clung to him as he explored the piers, shades following at his heels, weaving in and out of shadows bringing general bad luck because of course, why not.

Danny just wanted a scoop of icecream? Sorry it fell on the floor. Oh look at that his shoes are untied, would be a shame if he- ouch that must have hurt. Just trying to sit on a bench and relax? Aww that's a cute seagull, here have some of Danny’s pretzel. Okay thats enough- ow what the fuck? Ack no stop! stop-!

So yeah, exploring the pier turned out to be not the most safe idea for all the strangest reasons. Danny had to leave before the shades did any real damage like throwing him into the bay, or splitting the boardwalk underneath him.

Danny had just lost yet another pack of attention seeking ghosts when he felt the eyes. It was the uncomfortable prickling that made the hair on his arms and neck stand on end. “Just find a place to get dinner, it’ll be fine," he thought, quickening his pace toward the batburger he had designated on a map he’d found at the pier.

Now what Danny didn’t know, being new to town and all, was that Park Row was not a place you should be walking by yourself, at night, with black hair and blue eyes. That was just asking for trouble, and oh boy trouble they got. Before a single thought could flash through their head, Danny had been pulled into an alley, a large figure pinning their hands behind their back. Danny twisted around, trying to gain purchase and maybe get a look at their attackers face, but stiffened as they spoke, low and gruff.

“Awww what’re you doing in crime alley all alone kiddie?” he crooned, “Don’t you know it's not safe?” Danny’s growing panic reached a peak as another figure melted out of the shadows of the dingy alley, “Boss, what do you think? He could be a Wayne." The ‘Boss’ leaned forward to inspect Illuminated by a nearby streetlight. Danny’s eyes blew wide at the painted white face, impossibly huge smile, puke green hair, and pristine purple suit in front of him.

He hardly heard him berate the goon

“This isn’t a Wayne you imbecile, it's just some random street rat” Hey

“But- he could be, he fits the bill,” the conversation drowned out as Danny stared, stock still. They could feel the ectoplasm in their blood pooling at their fingertips, the tingling sensation sending prickles down their spine.

The last thought that crossed their mind before a flash of green enveloped the alley was; ‘Fuck, I hate clowns.’

When the light died down they were free, the goon a few feet away on the ground, eyes wide in shock or horror, they couldn’t tell. Danny, eyes no doubt still glowing, followed his gaze to the crumpled purple mass at his feet. Oh shit.

“You- you- I’m getting out of here,” the goon shouted, pointing a shaking finger at him as he scrambled away. Danny just stared down at the clown in shock. Sure he’d fought a lot of dead people but ancients he’d never killed someone himself. Taking a deep breath he tried remembering those grounding tricks Jazz had taught him to ward off panic. He focused on his breathing, closing his eyes as the steady rhythm of his too slow heart beat in his ears. After a few moments he exhaled deeply, running a shaking hand through his hair as the other reached for his phone.

And, well, we know this part.

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It was almost 1 am by the time Hood got Danny back to their dorm. They had of course protested that they didn’t need the escort and it's all fine- because truly Danny had no intentions of returning to their dorm- but Hood had insisted, continuing the interrogation as they walked.

“Do you have any siblings”

“two”

“Where are you from?”

“illinois”

“What's your favorite color?”

“Green probably”

At the very least the questioning served to calm Danny’s nerves and distract them from the less-than-happy thoughts. There was also something about Hood that made Danny’s core pull in his chest. Aside from very obviously smelling like death- something he had chalked up to being a serial killer/ crime boss/ vigilante - the man kept making his ghost sense go off, but it always caught in his throat rather than escaping. Danny had almost choked the first time and it was starting to get annoying, it reminded him of being around Vlad. It piqued his interest regardless.

So when the noises coming through the door confirmed that; no, Danny should not go try entering his dorm and that he would definitely not be getting what little sleep his body could manage after the night’s events, he decided on some reconnaissance. Because if he wasn’t getting sleep, he would be at least getting answers for that weird feeling. He let invisibility wash over him and retraced his steps back to the building entrance. Hood was long gone but it didn’t matter. Danny soon took to the sky, staying low enough he wasn’t breathing in the dense clouds

of smog but still high enough to scan the streets from above the rooftops.

It felt amazing honestly. He hadn’t been able to fly since before he got to Gotham, and while it the air wasn’t as clean and the sky wasn’t a glowing blanket of stars like it was in Amity, but with the rush of wind, subtle glow of the street lights, and the soft din of night traffic, it still reminded him of home. In a way it was peaceful, if you discounted the ever present police sirens, occasional pop of gunfire, and general filthiness of the city.

As Danny wove through the street and alleys of Gotham he couldn’t help but to think about his hometown. He knew Amity would be protected of course. The GIW hadn’t been a threat since the Meta Human protection acts were passed, even though ghosts weren’t considered metas the investigation had been enough to disband the agency. His parents probably couldn't pose too much of a threat to any ghosts, especially with the portal being closed (he'd made Valerie promise to keep it shut, since she'd decided to stay in Amity), and even if someone from his rogues gallery managed to make it through, Red Huntress was more than capable to handle it.

Jazz had even managed to drill it into their head that Danny wasn’t responsible for the protection of Amity, as much as they thought they were. Being a hero didn’t make them happy, at least not in the way they were. Danny actually loved helping people, and fighting his rouges on occasion. But being Phantom was so stressful, the late nights, the missed school, the barely dodged calls to cps, it was all so much. So Danny had given up Phantom just in time to start senior year. Granted it was a little late to completely turn his academic career around, but he made an effort and now he’s studying Engineering at Gotham University on a near complete scholarship from the Wayne foundation. All of this though and Danny still felt an inkling of worry for his town, even if it was in capable hands. He was working on it though.

He knew back at the start of senior year that he wouldn’t be able to hang up Phantom forever, afterall he was a part of Danny that couldn’t be ignored (it would quite literally be detrimental to his health), that and the fact that he existed on the precipice of life and death meant he would always have some ghost or another vying for his attention. One of his regulars wanting a fight, someone new deciding they want to test his mettle, or just a lower powered ghost wanting some help, and as long as it didn’t affect his schedule too much or get him too high on the Bats radar Danny would be happy to oblige.

So he didn’t mind it much when, after he’d started losing hope in finding Hood - Damn that guy can disappear- he felt his ghost sense go off. The sharp air escaped his lungs in a sudden gasp, never failing to stop his chest for a moment. Danny felt the ice melt in his mouth as he scanned the streets for whomever had set it off. He couldn’t see anything but something- someone- was pulling at his core, beckoning him to a nearby rooftop.

There wasn't anything special about this particular building, just an old beat down 24/7 convenience store. Danny flew around it a few times before landing gently on the roof’s edge. They didn't know what they should be looking for as the area seemed to be entirely empty. But his confusion proved to be short lived when the surrounding shadows seemingly condensed in front of them. The dim and flickering neon sign to their left somehow got dimmer and more flickery, and what little moonlight that had wormed its way through the thick clouds was all but swallowed by the swirling mass of shadow.

The massive shadow was towering almost three feet over Danny by the time it began taking shape. And it wasn’t quite humanoid, but the flowing gown and veil reminded them of a mourning widow. Her eye glowed a flickering grey, and her skin was made of the same shadow as her gown. She was beautiful, Danny’s breath caught in their throat. They didn’t know why, but they dropped to one knee, bowing their head to the shadowy figure.

The woman chuckled, a sweet chirping sound that echoed and reverberated around the rooftop. When she spoke, her voice was just more than a whisper, yet sweet and full, even behind that recognisable Jersey accent, “Rise child.” Danny obeyed. “You are powerful, young one, I can see it in you.” Her eyes flickered to Danny’s chest, hovering just where his core sat. “You are the ghost child from Amity, yes? I’ve heard much about you and your exploits. I must say, not many could go toe to toe with Pariah Dark and come out victorious.”

Danny’s tongue felt heavy in his mouth as he nodded, “It was difficult, but I had help.”

The woman hummed, “Even still. Is it true he still exists? In the forever sleep, you have not yet consumed his core?”

“I- no I have not,” Danny said. This was another of those things Danny had decided to ignore. A few months after they had locked Pariah away the Observants had tracked him down at school, resulting in a panicked request for the bathroom and a whole week of strife. Apparently, according to ghost politics, Danny had become heir to the crown of the ghost king. All that belonged to Pariah was now Danny’s, won in single combat. And if the news that he would become the new King of The Infinite Realms wasn’t enough, he had also been informed that to take the throne he would have to consume Pariah’s core, just as he had done when he won the throne from his predecessor.

This news had overloaded Danny’s brain and he had spent the past three years pointedly ignoring that fact about his half life. He’d get around to it… eventually. Luckily three years wasn’t much time for immortal floating eyeballs so it hadn’t become much of an issue. But he’d run out of time and would have to face the music at some point.

“But it is true that Pariah still exists, in eternal slumber for the time being.” He continued, squirming under the woman’s scrutinous gaze, “Ah, but if you don’t mind me asking, who are you?”

This elicited another set of giggles from the woman, err, girl? She had shrunk to the size of a young girl in a knee length black dress, a feathered beret sitting on a curly bob of dark hair. Her giggles grew, consuming the rooftop in the joyous sound. The laughing ceased as the young girl tilted her head to the side, just a little too far for a human. A grin spread wide across her face and something sparked in her eyes.

“I am Lady Gotham, princling, I thought that was obvious…” She trailed off for a moment then continued with renewed enthusiasm, “ I heard that you are a protector of your hometown, do you intend to assist my knights while you are here?”

Lady Gotham, Danny had heard of her. The supposed amalgamation of everything that made the city what it was. A combination of the pain and suffering as well as the fierce stubbornness and love of those who called the city home. Being a spirit she wasn’t seen often in the Ghost Zone, but those who passed through the veil brought stories of their protectoress. A Lady fierce, vindictive and unforgiving to those she considered an enemy. A being that collected curses like postage stamps. But also one who cared deeply for her city, and even more so for her knights who cared for her just as much.

Danny felt humbled in her presence.

He ducked his head, sheepish as he answered her, “My apologies my Lady, I have long since hung up my cape to pursue the remainder of my life. But should you call for my help I will not hesitate to do all in my power to aid you, or your knights.”

Lady Gotham hummed, pleased, “I appreciate the promise I will keep it in mind. After all, just tonight you have already helped my city so much. I want you to know that no matter how it may weigh on you; what you did was good. By taking his life you saved countless more, accident or no. And for that I thank you.” Stunned, Danny nodded. “I am afraid I must depart now, holding form isn’t difficult but I must say it makes it harder to spread my shadows. I wish you the best princling.” The girl before him smiled then melted -like actually melted- into a pool of shadow at Danny’s feet. As the cloud dissipated, the faint light of the convenience store returned, casting a dim staticky glow.

Danny stood mulling over her words for a few moments before laying down on the roof’s edge. The silence was punctuated only by the faint buzzing of electricity emitted from the neon sign, but it did little to distract him from the thoughts he’s been running from all night.

The thought that he had actually killed someone.

What Lady Gotham hada said was probably true, the Joker's death was a good riddance, he had killed tens-of-thousands, and probably tens-of-thousands more. Taking him out of the equation was a good thing. But that didn’t change the fact that Danny had killed him. Danny had never killed a person before, not directly at least. He wasn’t deaf to the notion that some people may have died during one of his ghost fights, in fact he was painfully aware of each person he had failed to save. But he had never been at direct fault for a murder until now. It shook him to the bones.

Did this make him a murderer?

He stewed in these thoughts for hours, only being pulled from them by an inkling of sunlight breaking through the towering buildings hitting his eyes. Groaning, he sat up, painfully aware of how tired he was. “Probably not getting any sleep though” He could feel the bags under his eyes growing with the lack of sleep. However he did manage to get off the roof and transform back into his living form, ‘need coffee’ He thought blearily as he began making his way down the street, maybe he’d find a shop or something.

What he did not expect was to be pulled into an alley for the second time that night (Morning? Oh what does it matter he’s getting mugged).

Their assailant, no more than two inches shorter than Danny with an unkempt beard and suspiciously stained shirt, had them pinned to the wall, a knife at their throat.

“Empty your pockets!” he shouted, digging the knife further against their skin. Danny suppressed a yawn, they really did not have enough energy to deal with this. Luckily they didn’t have to. The rumbling of a motorcycle filled the air as a blur of red and black turned into the alley. The mugger barely had time to shout “Hey!” before Red Hood decked him in the face.

“Twice in eight hours?” He asked, the grin almost audible in his voice as Hood tied up the man, “I know you’re not from here, but that’s still gotta be some kind of record,” Honestly Danny would have been more upset if he wasn’t so tired, but even so;

“Wee it’s not like I’m Trying to get attacked. I just wanted some fucking coffee,” he ground out.

“At four in the morning?”

“It’s almost six,” Danny muttered after sneaking a quick glimpse at his watch - a black digital one with little blob ghosts on it, a gift from Dani. “Besides it’s not like I was planning on sleeping anytime soon,” he continued. That same weird feeling from earlier tugged at his core during the silence that followed. Of there being a ghost nearby, but his cold gasp getting caught in his throat before escaping. Danny could almost feel the thrum of another core, but there was something muffling it. It made Danny wrinkle his nose.

Despite his wish to investigate the fact of Hood’s weird probably-a-core, Danny also really wanted to get out of this awkward situation. But hey it seemed like Hood was stalking him anyway so this probably wouldn’t be his only chance.

“I should probably be going now,” they said, moving to exist the grimy alley, stepping over the unconscious form of his would-be-mugger-#2. “Don’t worry, I’ll be a bit more careful this time,” They threw over their shoulder with a grin before leaving.

A weight settled on their shoulder as they walked away. Ancients this night was eventful. Hopefully their roommate was finally finished with ‘date night’ enough to allow Danny a couple hours of sleep. But first; coffee.

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Humans I am so sorry for this chapter (because yes it's a chapter). I was just going to write another little installment from Danny’s Pov and then ended up with over 3k words which is like adding up the word counts of all three other chapters. But i think it turned out good so win some lose some. Anyway, all the exposition is out of the way so we’ll be going back to silly goofy fun times now. Also sorry about the kind-of angst, I didn’t mean to, it just appeared.

What were your thoughts on Lady Gotham? I’m fairly happy with how I wrote her, she will definitely be returning

No I will not add you to the tag list, I don't mean to be mean but I just down have the brain power for that <3

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Pt 5

#When You Accidentally Kill a Clown #bucket writes things #danny phantom #dp x dc #danny fenton #dc #dp x dc crossover #jason todd #Obligatory Lady Gotham Cameo #exposition woAH #Man Danny's just ahd a bad day huh #like losing his icecream? getting attacked by a seagull? poor guy #threw out the GiW befoe rhe plot cause thats just angst in the making and im trying not to wnable bad habits #dead on main

[crystalflie]

𝐒𝐡𝐡..𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐍𝐨𝐰..

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈 -> 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈

𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 (𝟏𝟖+)

Tags: Porn with Plot, Two Shot, Female Reader, Canon Divergence, Getou is a teacher at JJT, Rough Sex, Office Sex, Almost Caught, Crying, Filming, Degradation, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Making Out, First Time, Dirty Talk.

Word count: 5200~

[Cross-posted on Ao3]

Description: Getou sees how whipped his best friend was for the cute new office assistant. It's too bad that his best friend was also a total idiot when it came to romancing, so it's not Getou's fault if he got to fuck her first..

Romantically..

Over Gojo Satoru's desk.

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Getou pulled your hips down until you felt his own press into your ass, the unmistakable hardness beneath his pants telling you he was just as affected as you were.

.

.

.

“Or..you can beg me to fuck you silly, right here, right now.”

You blink up at him, not knowing whether to focus on ignoring the unbearable slickness- arousal pooling in your lower half, or on the audacity of this man, for making it seem like it was your idea, that you were the one that asked him to kiss you and touch you and make you like this.

“You’re fucking crazy..”

You decide that for better or worse, you were not about to defile your boss’s poor desk with his literal co-worker. You use the remaining strength in your arms to shove Getou’s chest, hoping to at least throw him off a little so you can get up. However, he hardly budged, chuckling under his breath about how adorable it was that you think you can do anything to him.

“Ohh.. am I now?”

You huffed in frustration, at how all you were doing was further humiliating yourself in front of the insufferably sexy man, and how your currently impure thoughts kept lingering on said man’s rock-hard chest underneath his office casual shirt, which you copped a good feel from during that brief moment of contact.

“Yes-”

Getou rolled his hips, the motion grinding into your dripping cunt, juices practically turning your panties translucent. It was nothing more than a flimsy piece of fabric now, and you wanted it off. Not that you can voice your requests, when you were busy moaning under Getou over a pathetic amount of friction.

“You shouldn’t be talking doll, not when you’re acting like a total slut, and we’ve hardly done anything yet.”

He smiles, a deep shade of rose dusting over what otherwise would’ve been a charming expression, dimples and all.

“Ah, I know. It’s cause you're used to Satoru already fucking his dick miles deep in you by now, right?”

Unholy images flash through your mind for a split second.

“S-Stop talking like that! It’s not true..”

Getou took the time to let his hand roam slowly up to your chest, cupping one of your breasts in his palm and gently giving it a squeeze.

“What isn’t? Hmmm?”

You turn your head to face away from him, with your cheek squishing against the wooden table as you stare forward at the blank wall to your right.

“I-I was just joking.. I didn’t sleep with Gojo-san.”

While you didn’t exactly see how the man reacted, you did hear his breath hitch as you both stilled.

“Listen Getou-san, it-”

The next thing you felt was him gripping your chin, turning your head over to catch you in another messy kiss. This time, it was a lot more aggressive, with Getou forcing his tongue inside to invade and dominate your mouth. He didn’t shut his eyes, holding your helpless, teary gaze threatening to droop, and proceeded to have a long taste of your sweet saliva, which escaped over the corners of your lips. He groans into you at some point, fondling the breast he held in his other hand. You felt nothing short of lightheaded, trembling beneath him as the hand suddenly reached the buttons of your shirt and tugs.

You knew what was coming, Getou made no indication of letting go of your mouth and stepping back to let you slowly take your clothes off. Of course, of course the way you're going to lose your best white collar shirt is from utter horniness.

“Mmph!”

You tried to protest against the man still holding you captive with his mouth, but a ripping noise along with the sound of buttons popping told you it was too late. However, Getou does finally part from your swollen lips.

“Holy shit..you really aren’t wearing a bra. I mean, I could kind of tell, since your cute tits got all hard before I even started playing with you..”

He smirks and then dives down again to flick his tongue over one of your nipples, the action causing you to whine, making you realize how sensitive your chest is.

“W-what! are you..doing?”

Getou looks at you but instead of responding first, he begins licking and sucking on your flushed breast. You gasp but then close your eyes, brows furrowed as you unintentionally indulge in the new sensation. It was wet..and warm, with Getou swirling his tongue and grunting every few seconds or so.

You wouldn’t say it out loud, but everything felt so, so good.

“Ah..!”

Getou lets his teeth dig into your soft flesh, and he sucks harder after hearing you cry out. Your hand finds its way up into his head to grip on the dark locks, accidentally tugging off the band that previously held his hair together. Getou lifted his face from your heaving chest at the feeling of his bangs falling over his eyes. He stares into you and cleans the residue of saliva on his lips with obscene slurping noises.

“Ugh..you’re gross..” You try to avert your gaze to block out the sight of him acting so vulgarly.

“Yeah yeah, keep talking while you still can.”

You huff, which gave him even more pleasure in what he was about to do next. The pads of Getou’s thumbs graze over both sides of your hips, slipping under the cotton fabric of your underwear. He chuckles when you freeze, shooting him a threatening look.

“Do not. Rip these.” Your voice had as much bite to it as a growling puppy, trying to pretend you weren’t desperate for him to hurry up and stop teasing you.

“Relax, I won’t.” At those words, he surprisingly slips off your panties gently, over your legs until it rests in his hand. A wolfish grin takes over his smile as he observes the wet patch on the fabric, then, to your bewilderment, he slips them into his pockets.

You blush harder at that than over the fact that all your parts were completely exposed under him. Getou drags his eyes over your plush, dripping cunt, while you lie uselessly on the desk, waiting for him to make the next move..

“Are you a virgin?” He asks and you stutter, until he cuts you off again.

“Depending on your answer, I may or may not be nicer..Probably.”

You said nothing, only reluctantly nodding, praying that he wouldn’t take the opportunity to make fun of you and just get on with it.

“Oh no darling..” Despite his words, you saw his eyes gleam as you felt his hands creep in between your plush thighs, so close to where you needed him to touch but going no further to your frustration.

“You probably imagined your first time to be all romantic with your patient and loving boyfriend, but that’s too bad.. Sorry baby.”

You didn’t even care that he was just spewing some nonsense to patronize you, but when he retracted his hand from your legs is when you whine at the loss of contact. Through your clouded gaze, you see Getou step back from the desk. You were confused, hearing a little squeak, realizing that the motherfucker plopped himself on Gojo’s chair.

What was he doing?

You annoyingly lift your back off the table to silently glare at him in your sitting position. Getou ignored your grumpy look to take in your exposed and disheveled appearance, skirt rolled up above your hip bones to display your pussy, shirt half off your shoulders and doing nothing to hide your pretty tits. The only thing that was still properly on was your stocking, still hugging onto your thighs.

He wanted to take a photo so badly, and maybe he will. Later. After making more of a mess of you.

“Don’t just glare at me. Go on, prepare yourself.”

Getou propped his elbow on the arm of the chair, waiting for you to move.

“What?” You were stunned. Is he saying what you think he is?

He sighs dramatically, almost imitating how Gojo would.

“I’m telling you to fuck yourself open with your fingers. You have touched yourself before, right?”

It was way too humiliating. There was no way you could do that in front of him, while he..just watches. You cross your arms.

“You’re just going to watch?”

Getou tilted his head, amused.

“What? You want me to get some popcorn too?” He smirks and starts to stand up, causing you slight panic that he might actually leave, but he paused and sat back down again after seeing the cute worry on your face.

“Just kidding..but you better put on a show if you don’t want me to get bored.” Getou himself knew that he was never going to leave this room pitching a tent in his pants, but the bluffing seemed to encourage you.

“Fine..”

You spread your legs wide open, wrapping one arm beneath a thigh to lift it up to your chest, giving the man an eyeful of your twitching cunt. You slowly trail your other hand down until it reaches your sopping pussy, and you bite back a moan at the first touch. You used your index finger to rub a few circles into your aching clit, sighing at finally reaching some proper simulation.

“Don’t hold your voice back.” You hear Getou command.

You couldn’t even look at him right now, only focusing on yourself to forget the spectator that made you slick up even more. You continue to play with your dripping folds, whining at how much your pussy was throbbing. However, the pleasure didn’t make the embarrassment go away, knowing that Getou was burning the image into his mind. The squenching sounds you were producing didn’t make it better. But the thought of him watching..made warmth pool at the bottom of your stomach. You begin pushing a finger into your slit, whimpering at the intrusion, trying to wiggle the digit into your tight walls. After a little work, you were able to fully sink your finger inside, using it to try and loosen yourself a bit more. The second finger went in with a struggle, and you pant as you started trying to scissor yourself, stretching your cunt around your hand. It didn’t hurt too badly as you practically lubricated yourself with your own juices, and you pulled your fingers in and out, the lewdness of the entire situation making you tremble. What’s worse was that you felt your orgasm approaching, your breath becoming unsteady at the building pleasure. Getou must’ve been able to tell as well, as he groaned and you looked up to see him wearing a pleased expression.

“Are you going to cum?” He breaks the silence, eyes still focused on your hand.

You squeak at his voice, fingers stilling inside your pussy as you mutter a quiet yes. Getou hummed, his next sentence making you freeze.

“Take your hand out.” He got up from the chair and walked towards your shaking form, your teary eyes, along with a pout showing how betrayed you felt after all the effort you put in.

You didn’t pull your fingers out yet, but you didn’t dare move them against Getou’s word. Getou stared down at you with a pretend frown, wasting no time in grabbing your wrist and pulling your hand out himself.

“W-Why?” You ask brokenly, not wanting to wait any longer. You were so close, you just needed a little more to go over the edge, your pussy was fluttering around nothing and you were so, so empty.

“You can’t cum without my permission. Ask nicely, and I might let you.” Getou’s grip remained on your wrist.

You swear that you hate him. But apparently not enough to hold onto your dignity. You were too needy and too horny to care, you needed to cum now or you were going to burst out crying.

“P-Please..” You manage to squeeze out.

“What? You gotta use more than just one word, I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

You really wished he wouldn’t make you spell it out.

“Can I..can I please cum? Please Suguru..” You knew that using his first name was going to rile him up, but what you weren’t expecting was for him to trap you between his arms against the desk, like earlier, hiding his face in your neck only to growl out,

“I change my mind, the only way you’re cumming is on my cock.” He pressed one last kiss on your throat, and pulled back to undress. You focused on the wall behind him, brain still trying to catch up on what he said and what he was going to do, when you heard the rustling of Getou taking off his belt. You were ashamed to get so excited at the noise, but you wanted nothing more for him to finally fuck you like he promised. Your eyes dart down when Getou unzips his pants and pulls out his erect cock, standing tall with a few pearls of pre-cum on the tip.

You almost did a double take at his size, definitely way bigger than you expected. You didn’t have low expectations either, and you started to get a little nervous wondering how it was going to fit.

Getou hisses as he gives it a few strokes, then catches your eyes flickering toward his length shyly, unsure of what to do at that moment.

“Don’t act coy now, you can touch it.” He said as he took your hand into his, and wrapped it around his stiff cock, your soft palm driving him insane. Getou guided your hand up and down, shamelessly moaning while relishing in your slightly scandalized expression.

“It’s not going to fit..” You whispered.

“Yes it will.” He asserted, continuing the ministrations until suddenly pressing a thumb on top of your lips, pushing until you let him in.

“Mmph..?”

His index finger followed, the long digits stuffing to the back of your throat.

“Get them nice and wet for me princess, or I can’t promise this is going to be pleasant.”

You did your best in sucking and using as much saliva to cover his fingers, and when Getou was satisfied, he pulled them out to stroke at his cock again. You watched as your shining fluids covered his dick, anticipating how he was going to fill you with that monstrosity.

“Lay down.” His voice was strained, clenching onto his cock while eyeing your pretty, inviting pussy that begged to be fucked.

Your back met the cool surface of the wooden desk, glancing at Getou who situated himself between your spread legs. He roughly grabbed onto both your thighs, pushing them to press against your chest until the heels of your feet touched his shoulders. He then took his cock, sliding it against the lips of your pussy, not yet entering, but teasing you. His hot length felt agonizing against your cunt, and you whined at the delicious friction.

“Hurry..” You rushed him, Getou’s slow movements were making you more impatient. He only tsked, shaking his head at you like you were a naughty child.

“Didn’t I teach you to be polite?” The annoying bastard still had it in him to wait, which made zero sense to you as his eyes were nearly feral staring down at you. You didn’t have the same self control though.

“Please! Please, just fuck me already..”

“As you wish.”

It wasn’t hard to convince him this time, and if Getou hadn’t started to press his tip into your entrance, you would’ve thought he enjoyed cockblocking himself. Your breath hitched as he slowly sunk in, having a little difficulty although you made sure to stretch yourself as thoroughly as possible.

“Holy shit, you are tight.”

He was surprisingly gentle, softly rocking into you a few times to fit the rest of his pulsing cock. Your hands scramble for something to grab on, but there is only paper surrounding the desk with some pencil holders.

“Hold on to my shoulders.”

You obeyed without hesitation, attempting to grab onto his broad shoulders, but a sudden hard thrust had you shrieking, latching onto the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt. Getou hushed you, whispering that it was going to be okay and little apologies for what he did. There was a stinging pain but also a feeling of satisfaction after all you’ve done to reach this point. Your thighs trembled around his hips, and the overwhelming full feeling confirmed he was now completely sheathed inside. Getou’s hands grabbed onto your waist harshly, enough that you were sure it was going to leave marks the next day, and he grinds into you as you both consecutively moaned. He begins moving a little when your breathing steadies, making sure not to go too fast at first.

“Fuck.. you’re clenching me so well..it’s hard not to destroy you right now.”

You whimpered at his words, feeling Getou drag his cock in and out, brushing perfectly against your pussy walls. Soon enough, the pain had melted away into hot, burning pleasure, and you were unable to stop the tiny, slutty noises escaping your lips. That only seemed to encourage him to go faster, his hips slamming into your squelching cunt, producing slick that smeared on his pelvis. The sensation was mind-numbing and the downright dirty act had tears streaming down your face, feeling so guilty of what you were doing on Gojo’s desk, but so good you almost wish he was here to see you debase yourself as nothing more than a filthy whore.

“What are you thinking about, hm?” Getou asks without stopping, fucking you at a beyond leisurely pace.

You let a few more moans, unable to form a single coherent word, eyes glazed over and mind far gone. But to answer his question, you were thinking about nothing but dick. Dick that you had and dick that you wish you did. You hear Getou laugh, and one of his hands leaves your hips to fumble around in his back pockets. You didn’t know what he was searching for until he pulled out his cell phone, unlocking it with a quick swipe. You should’ve been embarrassed and even concerned, but you just didn’t care anymore. All that mattered was that he continued to fuck you with his thick cock.

“Last week. I heard..fuck, that you and Satoru went on a little movie date.”

You were confused, why was he bringing this up? It didn’t matter that Gojo just happened to invite you to the movies since he said he had extra tickets, nothing mattered when Getou was here and the one fucking your brains out.

“I was really upset you know, that I wasn’t invited.”

You babbled something in response about how it was just on a whim, and that it wasn’t a date.

“B-But.. It looks like this time..Satoru is the uninvited one.” Getou leaned his upper body over yours, unintentionally pushing his cock further in, to prop his phone up against a framed photo with three people, which you had learned from Gojo it was from his high school days.

“Ahn..!”

Getou’s eyes trail down on your face to shoot you a mischievous look, before gripping your hips again to begin to pull out. You had thought he would begin moving again, so it confused you to no end when you suddenly felt fully empty. You let out another noise in protest, about to question him, but you don’t get a chance as you are flipped over on the desk , having your chest pressed against the smooth wood and ass held up by Getou. Your eyes flicker forward, blinking towards how you were positioned aligned to the entrance of the office, in perfect sight to anyone that could walk in and see you getting railed from behind by your boss’s best friend. However, that wasn’t the only thing that caught your eye. Diagonal from where you were lying, you see Getou’s phone resting on the framed photo, with your messed up reflection staring right back.

“Y-You’re recor– A-ahn!”

Your voice cuts off as Getou sunk his cock back into your pussy, from this angle it hits so much deeper than before and so, so much more sensitive against that one spot. Your mouth falls open with an unexpected moan, your body frozen and trembling and utterly struck with a sensation that slapped all the thoughts out of your mind.

“Oh? Here?” Getou starts moving to confirm his thought, and he was right as the sounds you made pitched higher and higher, your arm failing back to try and grab at his hold on your waist. Your efforts were dismissed easily as one of his hands gripped yours, pinning it back on the table

“Nope, be good and look cute for the camera.” Getou began plummeting his cock harder through your hungry cunt, drawing wails from your reddened lips. The sound of skin slapping on skin, decorated by wet, slick noises was absolutely lewd and you were able to see how your face twisted in pleasure, adding onto the heat coiling in your tummy.

“S-Since I wasn’t invited before, I think we should just make our own movie..fuck–, and make Satoru watch alone this time..”

It took you a bit to catch up to what he was referring to, the thing you were talking about earlier, right..your ‘date’ with Gojo. The logical part of you was screaming no at the thought that Gojo could possibly see what you’ve done, but the you with pussy stuffed to the brim only clenched at Getou’s comment, getting him to hiss and thrust harder into your inviting warmth.

“Oh shit..you’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that..fuck-” Contrary to his words, Getou continues fucking into you like a wild animal, too clouded by the feeling of your gummy walls enveloping his hard cock. You were perfect in his eyes, soft skin with curves in all the right places, sweet lips and an even sweeter cunt. You fit around him just the right amount to overwhelm your pretty little head while you try to fuck him into your sweet spot. It was so adorable how you didn’t realize what you were doing, only mindlessing chasing your own high looking all ditzy, with drool escaping the corner of your mouth following shameless gasps. You felt all tingly and hot, your nipples pressed on the desk adding extra friction with how hard Getou was rocking the furniture. You wanted to touch yourself so badly, to finally bring yourself over the edge, but you couldn’t move with his body weighing down on you. Getou could tell that you were about to cum by the way your pussy began squeezing down on his cock, attempting to milk his release as well.

“Don’t, not yet.” He grunted, and you cried out weakly in response, mewling as he gradually slowed down again. You felt more tears prick up at being denied, and you were fully prepared to beg as much as he wanted if only Getou would fuck you like you deserved. You were so patient and obedient, but you just couldn’t wait a second longer.

“Hey don’t cry–”

Two strong knocks came from the door.

Both of you consecutively paused, complete silence falling between your connected bodies. Fear douses your head in cold water and you say nothing, waiting for Getou to make the next move. You couldn’t see him, with his face cut off through the recording, but your eyes widen when you felt him eventually shift, twisting you around while you were still pierced on his cock. You bite back a moan when Getou’s palms slips under your ass and halts you off the desk, your legs instinctively wrapping over his hips and your arms circling around his neck.

“W-What are you doing?” You whispered.

He lets out a throaty laugh, proceeding to calmly walk to the door as the knocking gets louder, the person outside calling out.

“Gojo-san. I got the report.”

Recognition flashes in your head, that voice..

It was Nanami, the helpful blonde man that you’ve encountered several times when you got a little lost on campus. You panic when Getou continued carrying your practically naked self to the entrance, but your little fuss didn’t phase him, only stopping when you both were inches from the door.

The knocks resumed again with Nanami’s tone rising.

“I heard you inside. You’ve been asking for this, so don’t ignore me now.”

Nanami was so close, the door being the only barrier that protected your exposed tits and dripping cunt from his view. You wouldn’t know what to do if he came in and saw the indecency you were committing in a professional workplace.

Would he be disgusted?

Would his stoic persona finally break?

You were scared..but also dangerously aroused. Getou groans feeling you tighten around his cock, knowingly massaging your ass in his grip. He pinned your back against the door, not being subtle at all when a thud noise resulted in Nanami’s knocks seizing.

“Come. Back. Later.” Getou growled out under his breath, thrusting up into you as your head fell back, releasing a high whimper.

It was over. There’s no way Nanami wouldn’t be suspicious now, hearing a voice that clearly wasn’t Gojo’s. Your nails dug into Getou’s back, unable to hold back your little moans as he moved fast and harsh inside of you. He showed no sign of stopping or slowing down after holding back on you so many times, and you were able to feel deep within your stomach every time the head of his cock hit your best places. The amount of wetness and precum that you collectively gathered was gushing around where your pussy connected with him, obscene noises once again bringing a cherry flush to your ears.

“Ngh..h-he’s outsid-”

Getou was busy ramming into the delicious cavern of your cunt, ignoring your comment and how his junior was probably able to hear everything that was happening. He didn’t care, you belonged to him and Nanami can fuck off or bear witness to him fucking your stupid brains out. You were just too sweet, eagerly clamping down on him and offering your tight pussy to him for your first time. Him, and nobody else. Not Gojo, not some other unworthy guy, but him. And he was going to give you the good fucking you deserve after giving him all those looks the past few weeks you started working here.

Little gasps and stutters in your voice tells him that your orgasm was close, and fuck he needed to see you make a mess of yourself and have you sob pathetically around his cock as you do.

“Cmon baby, touch yourself for me.”

You felt so relieved, you reached a hand down before he changed his mind, shaky fingers gliding through your sensitive folds. You panted against Getou’s chest, feeling the tension in your stomach building with every thrust he sends deep within your pussy. The added stimulation from your fingers sent quivers over your lower half, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer. Clouded in pleasure, your sight was blurred by tears as you said something unintelligible to Getou about needing to cum and needing it badly. He chuckles, leaning forward to press a kiss along your jawline.

“Go ahead, be a good girl and cream on my cock.”

Getou’s hips speed up, and not even a second later, your eyes were rolling to the back of your head as you gasped, an intense wave of pure white washing over your twitching body. You whined, muttering Getou’s name in meaningless rambles as he continues fucking you through your high, feeling your slick gush down your pulsing cunt and escape every time he pulls back.

“Oh- fuck..you’re so fucking tight..” Getou’s thick length was quickly beginning to overwhelm your overstimulated pussy, and your noises of protest had his grip on your ass tightening.

“Hush..s-shit, just a little more..” His cock pounded impossibly harder, abusing your soft, plush walls to the point where you were wailing and scratching at his arms, trying to form a coherent sentence to tell him to slow down. Lucky for you, it wasn’t long until Getou’s head tucked into your neck as he released a low groan, filling your pussy with his hot cum. Warmth spread throughout your stomach and you sighed, rubbing your cheek against Getou’s. His movements were slowing down, but he made sure to fuck his spent into you nice and well, milking his cock for all its worth. You were trembling all over and way too tired to try and stop him, so you allowed him to handle you like a doll till he was satisfied. Your head was spinning, and whether it was the comfortable buzz or just pure exhaustion, you were ready to pass out in place. Getou eventually pulls out, making sure to support your hips and legs as he temporarily sets you on the floor. Your back leaned against the door as you blink tiredly at the ground, unaware of the mixed fluids escaping from the confines of your pussy. Rustling came from where Getou stood above you, he must've been fixing himself up, which made you realize he hasn’t actually taken any of his clothes off fully. Compared to you, he looked as put together as he was this morning, and you didn’t care to cover your body, only basking in this nice tingly feeling with your mouth slightly agape. Footsteps traveled across the room, and then Getou appeared in front of you kneeling, one hand holding some tissues and the other his phone.

“Hm..it’s a shame that we didn’t get everything on camera.” He mused as he took one of the tissues to wipe the remaining tears off your face. You scrunch your eyes and then yawn, to which Getou laughed, taking another tissue to clean between your thighs.

“Uhm..are you going to tell Gojo-san?” You voiced a concern that has been on your mind since the beginning. You didn’t know if he was being serious about showing the video to his best friend or if it was all just sex talk. Should you be concerned? Well.. it was a little late for that.

Getou’s hand brushed against your leg, now trying to rid the floor of any excess residue.

“How do I put this..he might already know.”

His statement didn't make any sense, how could Gojo know?

“Unless he actually isn’t here, but I’m pretty sure he never left campus. I can still feel his cursed energy present.”

You suddenly shot up straight in your sitting position, looking helplessly confused.

“How..? Even so, he isn’t here s-so..”

Getou shook his head, a guilty smile crossing his face briefly.

“Satoru sees everything, as ominous as that might sound. But maybe if he happened to be wearing his blindfold and shades at the same time then-”

The door supporting your back started jiggling just then, frightening you to scramble and fall forward into Getou, who caught you in his chest. Your eyes flicker to his in panic, whispering

“Did..Didn’t Nanami leave..?”

The voice that came from outside, however, was a much worse possibility than Nanami at the moment.

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“Open the door Suguru.”

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AN: yes i will make a masterlist soon to organize my stuff.. but i am lazy

#jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x you #geto suguru #geto x reader #getou suguru x reader #geto x you #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x you

[porcelaintoybox23]

Vivziepop’s and Adam’s childish responses have made me lose respect for them and the shows. An important rule to all creatives, refrain from responding to criticism. Maybe even avoid it, but definitely do not respond. Their “defense” against poor writing reveals they are hurt and can’t handle criticism. You are creators, you will be criticized. That’s the risk we all take. Audiences aren’t required to coddle your feelings and give their feedback in kind words and affirmations.

You’re allowed to be hurt. No one likes criticism, especially of something near and dear to their hearts. That thread on Millie was an immature fishing attempt at praise and adoration from her fans. She set up strawmen for them to mock and smack down all while throwing shade at her critics. Adam retweets an article about how most criticism these days are from people too dense to understand media. Sir, fuck you. People disliking your writing doesn’t make them stupid or wrong. Even if they are, shut up. You look pathetic. Belittling your audience is foolish.

I waited years for Hazbin Hotel. I liked the beginning of Helluva Boss. I’m allowed to critique things. I’m allowed to have “wrong” opinions though we can literally see that Millie has had no significant development in comparison to her male counterparts. Moxxie has 3 episodes dedicated to this, including the one where me go to Millie’s hometown. If her development is coming, fine. It says something that you have to make a thread saying you will because, clearly, you haven’t.

I’m still holding out hope for Hazbin. I’ve been waiting since high school and I liked the pilot.

Finally,

The writing of Helluva Boss is atrocious. Stolas is annoying. Blitzo is inconsistent. Moxxie is fucking pathetic and I can’t believe they wasted Zim’s VA on him. Grow a spine. Millie is adorable but is only Moxxie’s wife. Loona is there…Octavia is also there. Stella is so overkill it’s stupid. The character designs are not diverse. I will watch the next episode and how many episodes after, if I want. I’ll shit on them, if I want. The show has drastically dropped views and you can see it. There are also too many fucking merch sales. They’re acting like Poppy’s Playtime.

Edit: apparently Viv decided to cry about a new video, which was very polite, and tweeted about it. I can’t muster up anything beyond “yikes.”

#helluva boss #helluva boss critique #helluva boss critical #vivziepop critical #viviziepop #adam neylan #blitzo #stolas goetia #millie helluva boss #moxxie helluva boss #loona helluva boss #helluva boss stella #stella goetia #vivienne medrano #I’m done until the next episode #I wonder if I’ll get any more patronizing comments? #you don’t have to watch #I know that you fucking tool

[sanjoongie]

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪: 𝕊𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕞-𝕤𝕦𝕓/ℝ𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪

🥀Pairing: Rich! Older! Reader x Younger! Lover! Wooyoung

🥀Genre: Smut

🥀Rating: 18+, Minors Do not Interact 

🥀Au: boss lady, sugar mommy

🥀Trope: age gap

🥀Summary: when you decide the healthy outlet to a rumored lifestyle with your younger lover is in fact to play out a scenario of a woman cheating on her husband with the pool boy

🥀Kinks: soft dom-sub, roleplaying, breast play, oral (f), penetrative sex with no barrier, creampie, cum used as lubricant

🥀Word Count: 1,548

🥀Betas: @mejuii

🥀Day Nineteen: Masturbation/ Edging 🥀Mini Masterlist 🥀Day Twenty One: Aphrodisiac/ Overstim

Introducing some role playing into your current lifestyle with your younger lover Wooyoung had been a good idea. Rumors and whispers had been swirling around you two since you met but instead of raging and throwing plates against the floor, you had the perfect, productive and satisfying answer.

At the moment, you were kneeling on the steps of your pool, your forearms braced on the smooth tiles leading out of your pool, with Wooyoung standing in the pool still, hands reverently hovering over your hips and ass. You two were playing the rich, bored wife and Wooyoung was the pool boy that you had been allowing between your legs, seeing as how you were so bored. 

You looked over your shoulder. “Since you’re the pool boy, you should check over everything, right? I’m in the pool, you should make sure I’m plenty clean.”

Wooyoung bit down on his lip and nodded. His wet hands tickled over your shoulder and lower back and rested on your hips again. His fingers followed the teeny tiny bikini bottom before settling on pulling the strings. 

You pretended to gasp in surprise. “Well! You’re a bold one.”

“I don’t think I should only check with my eyes,” Wooyoung murmured. His hands grasped your ass and pulled apart your ass cheeks. His tongue circled around your puckered hole before moving down and delving into your cunt. You gasped, pushed forward by the furiosity of Wooyoung tongue fucking you. 

“Hnnnn, is it clean down there?” You giggled through a moan.

You could hear Wooyoung smacking his lips as he sat back. “I should use something that can go deeper, I’m not sure.”

You thought Wooyoung might push his fingers into you, to scissor them and make room for him cock, but he pushed his shorts down to his thighs and pushed into your wet hole. 

“Oh my god,” You groaned, resting your forehead on your forearms, “What an eager pool boy you are, not waiting for the go ahead.”

Wooyoung let out a whine. “Please, you’re so warm and wet, I can’t--” Wooyoung let out another whine.

“Oh no!” You said with fake surprise, “Seems like my husband is calling me. I have to take this. Be a good boy and be quiet for me, okay, Wooyoung?” Like that man could ever, but it was fun to pretend. The call was fake, there was no ‘husband’, but the scenario of getting fucked while you were on the phone with someone only added spice to the scene.

Wooyoung shook his head so that some of his hair that had been falling into his face would stay out of his eyes. “I’ll be good,” He promised.

“Hi, Honey,” You chirped into the phone. “I was just out by the pool, how is your business trip?”

Wooyoung’s hands tightened on your hips and you could tell he was enjoying this roleplay. But he kept a slow pace while still fucking you. 

“Oh, the new pool boy?” You looked over your shoulder with a smirk, “He’s looking good.” You visibly dragged your eyes over Wooyoung, with his shades holding his hair back, his toned and bronzed chest and the way his stomach was hidden behind your ass. Wooyoung bit down on his lip harder, but looked pleased at the way your gaze was eating him up.

“Is he doing a good job? Yes, Honey, the pool boy is in the deep end as we speak,” You purred into your phone. A cry ripped from Wooyoung’s lips and he thrusted a little bit deeper than intended. You attempted to swallow down the preceding moan. “He’s doing very well.”

Wooyoung leaned over your back, pressing his wet chest to you. You could feel his pert nipples against your shoulder blades. His arms moved around your body to push aside the tiny bikini that was covering your tits. Both hands squeezed your breasts liberally. A muffled whine came from behind you as he played with your tits.

“Anyways, I’ve gotta go. I want to keep an eye on what the pool boy is doing. You know, the last one was quite lazy. See you after your business trip, sweetie, byeeeee!”

“I’m fucking you good, right?” Wooyoung questioned. You could practically see his eyebrows furrowed in worry. 

“Course you are, Wooyoung,” You assured him. You covered his hands with yours and pushed back into one of his thrusts, causing you both to cry out. “You’re always good for me, baby.”

Wooyoung’s hips stuttered and you knew what that meant. “I’m gonna--” Before he could even finish his sentence, he let out a lusty, loud cry and held himself inside of you. He had come a little prematurely. 

“It’s okay, baby,” You reassured him. “We can go again.”

There was silence and then a soft, “We can?”

You couldn't help but giggle. “You haven’t even softened inside of me and you just came, silly!”

Wooyoung shifted from foot to foot behind you. “Should I really clean you up then?”

You thought about it and then shook your head. “No need! Your cum can just act like a lubricant, darling!”

Wooyoung’s eyes shined with happiness when you turned around to put your bare ass on the tiles of the tops of the steps. You spread your legs and Wooyoung watched as his cum leaked out of you. He licked his bottom lip, tongue poking at the freckle there. “You sure you don’t need me to clean you up?”

“You can eat your cum out of me another time, Wooyoung,” You assured him, “Don’t you want to stick your cock inside of me again? Hmmm?”

Wooyoung wobbled to his knees in front of you. You took his sunglasses off and ran your hand fondly through his hair. “I’m so lucky you let me fuck you.”

You smiled in happiness. “I’m so lucky you want to fuck me.”

Wooyoung frowned at you. “Don’t do that. You’re gorgeous.”

You pulled Wooyoung further into your embrace. “Why don’t you show me how lucky you are, pool boy.”

Wooyoung couldn't help but grin mischievously. “I think I missed a spot, boss lady.”

“Oh god, Wooyoung,” You groaned. Your arms were locked behind his neck while you threw your head back. He filled you again quite nicely, but this angle was better. “You fill me so well.”

Wooyoung nuzzled your chest for a brief moment before rocking into you. “I’ll make you come this time. I promise.”

“Course you will, baby,” You agreed.

Now that you two were face to face, you had the chance to appreciate the body that was fucking yours so damn well. Your hands traveled over his shoulders, appreciating the breadth there. “Such a pretty boy,” You murmured. You pulled him in so you could suck and lick at his strong neck. 

Wooyoung’s hips faltered against you as you attacked his neck. “Wait. Please. That’s only going to--!” Wooyoung protested.

“Such a sensitive baby,” You tsked. “Okay, I’ll stop.” You switched tactics. “Your skin is so brown from the sun. I think I’m actually going to fire the pool boy so I can watch your back as you clean the pool.” To emphasize your point, you dug your nails into his muscles in his lower back.

“Tell me how pretty my dick is,” Wooyoung whined. The more you complimented him, the more greedy he was for all the compliments.

“Such a pretty dick,” You cried out. Watching it move in and out of your cunt was its own porno. “I can never decide if I like it in my mouth or my pussy better.”

“Gonna make you come with this pretty dick,” Wooyoung said, gasping as his pace picked up.

“Next time I’m gonna fuck you in the jacuzzi, Jung Wooyoung,” you whispered mischievously. “Gonna watch you make the water slosh with how well you’re fucking me.”

“Any--anywhere you want me, I’ll do it,” Wooyoung promised.

“You, jesus Wooyoung, you better fuck me--hnnnnnnn--quickly. You never know when someone might---ah, ah, ah! See us!” How you managed to speak while your climax was beginning to peak was beyond you, but you had a feeling that it was all for Wooyoung’s sake; that always motivated you.

“I--I can come again?” Wooyoung groaned deliciously, “Inside of you? Please? Would it please you?”

“Oh yes Wooyoung. Fuck me with that pretty dick of yours and fill me up again!’ You groaned.

Both of your voices intertwined as your climax crescendoed. You clung to Wooyoung as if you could never get enough skin on skin with this man and Wooyoung buried his head into your neck, groaning deeply as he unloaded into you a second time. You patted his head and rubbed his back and whispered sweet nothings into his ear. He truly was beloved by you. He was your everything.

“That was fun,” Wooyoung said, voice muffled by the way he refused to untuck his head in the crook of your neck.

“It was, wasn’t it, baby?” You agreed with him.

“Next time, I want to be a patient and nurse,” Wooyoung mentioned more casually than he meant it.

“Naughty boy,” You couldn't help but tease him.

Wooyoung raised his head finally to insist cutely, “Yes, but I’m your naughty boy.”

You pecked his lips in response. “Yes, yes you are.”

🥀Day Nineteen: Masturbation/ Edging 🥀Mini Masterlist 🥀Day Twenty One: Aphrodisiac/ Overstim

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[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Again, throwing shade like a fucking boss.

Vincent Price and Chris Warfield -

Diary of a Madman (1963) dir. Reginald Leborg

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[morallyinept]

BLOOD & TINSEL - A Max Phillips Christmas One Shot

Summary: Your boss Max is your office Secret Santa, and gifts you with a rather interesting gift, that you feel incredibly compelled to thank him for.

Pairing: Max Phillips x F!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It’s you, bub.)

Word Count: 4k

Scoville Smut Rating: 🌶️🌶️🌶️ "You tell me I'm doing well, and then, you try to kill me."

Check out my Scoville Smut Ratings here.

Warnings/triggers - Mild dubcon (reader wants it)/manipulation through Vampire enthral/unprotective PIV (wrap up, folks)/oral M & F receiving/mentions of blood/biting/DP/use of a sex toy

NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ. ☝🏻Don’t come at me; you’ve been plenty warned.

If this story isn't for you, that's fine. Just slip quietly out the back door. No need to make a fuss. It's just a work of fiction.

Author’s Note: If only Max was my office Secret Santa this year... 🫠

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Enjoy & Happy Holidays! 🎄🖤

The gall. 

The sheer fucking gall as you peer down into the gift bag courses through your veins and bubbles on the back of your neck with heady prickles. Circling around your nipples, pulling tight as your body resists - and fails at - the urge to retaliate.

It’s what he wants, after all. 

You know he’ll be watching, will be savouring; revelling in the sadistic voyeurism that such a thrill of one upmanship provokes in you. 

You’re hungry for it, he could smell it on you from the very first day he strode into the office pulling off his shades and talking about selling dreams with a bite to his point.

He could smell it in your blood as it fizzed through your veins, riding hard on the serotonin when you took the title of top salesperson in the office for the seventh consecutive month in a row. 

He could taste it on your cunt as he had you spread over his desk, screaming for more from him, face buried between your legs on a regular turn.

You can’t even remember how it started between you anymore. How you had succumbed so willingly and easy, without the fight in you that you knew you had to resist, somewhere.

It was like he’d reached inside you, scooping all the pulp of your resistance out and throwing it to the floor as he wiped his hands down on a moist towelette.

You can sense him, somehow.

Max was just there, fountain pen poison in your veins, a permanent hole in your head; abstract dreams in your sleep that didn’t make sense.

The air always seems to become charged in his presence, with an otherworldly energy, and a subtle, silken weight settling upon your consciousness. 

It's as if unseen threads of enchantment are delicately weaving through your every thought, creating a cocoon of sweet, intoxicating allure.

Colours appear more vivid, sounds more melodic, and time itself seems to stretch and contract in the presence of this unsettling influence that beckons with a finger and you willingly follow.

You want this. He says so, you want this, as he beckons his fingers and you’ll follow without thinking it, without resisting. WIthout having legs anymore.

You feel both weightless and anchored, caught in a web of unspoken beguilement that leaves you simultaneously breathless and entranced. All you know is the colour red is prominent.

Red, like his tie that he stuffs into your mouth sometimes to stop your moans when they get too visceral. 

It’s a peculiar feeling, but one you can never draw a straight answer upon. He’s incredibly attractive, alluring. A sharp pull of magnetism that is as sharp as his teeth pressing into your flesh, as he fills you with hot mercury.

You stare into the gift bag plonked onto your desk and check the tag again. 

Merry Christmas, love Santa. 

But you’re not looking for them; you're searching out his eyes that you know are watching.

You shake your head, and glance around the office to see if anyone else is aware of the steam coming out of your ears.

But of course they’re oblivious, eyes glued to screens like the mindless, obedient drones they’ve become. Max moulds them in his image, thrust from his rib; a God among mere mortal men.

You can feel them roam your skin like bugs, setting it alight with prickles; talons tearing into the ribbons of your flesh. Revelling in your heat as it all pools into the centre of your thighs unwillingly, or maybe you’ve always been this slick and ready. 

You spy him through the window in his office. Staring, statue still, hands in his pants pockets and nothing moves except the smile widening, pulling more macabre across his brilliant, hawkish face. 

You clutch the bag and march towards his office, but as you approach, drawing into those eyes, you can feel the sheer indignance melt away into some euphoric desire.

Your vision is cast in ultraviolet, as you push through his door, heartbeat clamouring inside your ears. All you can hear is your blood pulsing, hammering. You can feel the weight of your clit, solid steel in between your legs.

You toss the gift bag down on the desk, the offending item rolling out of it across the polished wooden surface, taunting you, inciting you. 

Turning you the fuck on.

Max takes a beat forward, arm reaching towards the door and pushes it shut. The click when it finally snaps into the lock sounds like a shotgun in your ears and you visibly flinch.

He snickers, small breaths like claws coming to get you. 

The metal chinking of the blinds, as he slips them down with a quick tug on the cords, feel like razors on your skin; goosebumps flood across your epidermis at full speed.

It’s always so fucking cold in his office with the air conditioner constantly on.

Again, you can feel that tightness in your nipples as they peak sharply under your bra, concealed razor blades of your own.  

Max glances back at you with that slick smirk cocked and aimed, and you forget momentarily why you’re annoyed.

Are you annoyed?

It all pales into insignificance as he steps forward and you take a step backwards.

You repeat that you want this from a mouth that doesn’t feel like yours anymore. He’s taken your lips in his and the rest is a dream from which you wake feeling groggy and sore, and like something is missing.

The cat and mouse dance you always engage in for reasons you’re not quite sure of, the thrill perhaps? Foreplay?

It always goes the same, you tell him no. He tells you you want this, with fingers twirling in your face, and then you nod like your head might fall off your shoulders and roll across the floor. 

You feel emptier somehow, drained. And yet so full at the same time. 

Months and months of unexplained fatigue and your doctor telling you you’re anaemic now as he fills yet another prescription for you.

Prescribing pills that you don’t take because Max doesn’t like the taste of you when you take them.

And sometimes you can’t understand what he means by that odd jumble of words.

You see the bottles stacking up in your bathroom cabinet and the marks left on your skin, but you can’t fill in the blanks.

And wanting it. You want this.

You can see them, clear as day, those blanks. An unfinished crossword puzzle that berates you each day about your inept dumbness.

You can see his teeth, feel his cock; remember both of them ripping you open so obscenely. 

Yet it doesn’t compute into something panic worthy. It’s a halcyon that you float in ubiquitously and any questions you have are met with that soft ignorance. It’s bliss after all. 

And a part of you doesn’t want to displease him; he’s your boss. He could fire you if you don't perform. So you keep performing, like a puppet prancing on jolty strings for him.

You keep your name at the top of the board in a dried out marker pen that you keep meaning to replace, and he rewards you with gifts like this. It’s better than a pay rise. 

“Shall we try out your gift?” Max queries with a click of his tongue, and reaches for it. It’s sleek, black - curved. He presses the side of it and it vibrates to life.

"Now?" You query.

“Take your panties off, gorgeous.” He nods once.

“I can’t… you told me not to wear any.” You peep. You voice feels cold in your throat, full of icicles.

His hand goes to his head like he’s dumb, but he’s anything but. “Of course, how silly of me!”

“I-”

Max steps forward, his hips clattering against yours and he roots you to the wall; the swell of his cock felt heavy and hard against your thigh. Everything about him is hard. Hard edges, hard desire, hard cock.

“How good of you, hmm? Such a good girl for me aren’t you?”

“Say it.” 

“I’m a good girl for you, Max.”

It’s a feeling you recall, a craving. The blood rushes to the back of your eyeballs and you can see it, how each vibration makes everything dance scarlet in the air around you. 

You can feel him wrench up your skirt, and you gasp as he slides the vibe up the length of your slit.

Your palms slap against the wall steadying yourself as your thighs twitch when he brushes it over the swell of your clit.

“Oh, you like that.” He grins as he presses it against you and holds it there, vibrating on the end of your clit. 

“Fuck…” Your hands find your way onto his lapels twisting and clutching at the fabric desperately. “M-max!” You gasp and he raises his other finger to his lips and shushes you. 

A velvety warmth courses through your veins, spreading a languid tranquillity that blurs the line between reality and illusion; your perceptions fuzz and meld. Each whispered command from him seems to ripple through the fragile membranes of your lust, leaving you bound in a submissive dance of surrender, where the line between volition and compulsion dissolves into a heady trance.

“Do you want the whole office to hear how much of a slut you are for me, hmm? I bet you would. I need them to work on the merger. Can’t have any distractions, 'kay?"

He shakes his head and you nod yours with it in agreement. 

Your movements become a graceful ballet of compliance instead of stiff defiance, guided by an ethereal choreography that only Max orchestrates with the vibrator pushed so deftly to your clit.

You just know that you can trust him, like he says. 

The world outside the office is a distant murmur, as if you're floating on the edge of consciousness, caught between the real and the fantastical.

A place that he keeps you suspended in. It's a realm where surrender feels like liberation, where he’ll always catch you when you fall. You don’t know how or why, you just know he will. 

“Max…” you pant.

He sweeps your hair to the side and buries his face in the crook of your neck. 

Each breath is a raw, savage echo in your rib cage, home to destitute lungs. Your hand clutches around his wrist. Whether it’s to pull it against you more or push it away, you're undecided.

Another blank.

You feel his tongue at the same delicate spot, licking slowly up and down the place he leaves a permanent bruise and scabs. It’s not the place he favours to drink from you, but it’s in easy reach when you're at your desk and he can lean over, whispering into your ear all the sordid things he’s going to do to you.

Polluting you with images of the lewd and terrifically unmerciful until you whine and beg him to do them all.

“You know what to do if you want to come, honey.” He tempts in your ear. 

“Please…”

“Nu-uh.”

“Please, Max!”

“You know what I want to hear.”

You swallow, the vein in your neck swelling against his tongue. 

He pushes the vibrator harder against your clit and you cry out. “Take it, Max. Have me!” 

You feel the sharp scratch of his teeth as the feeling rushes through you. 

“Ma-hax!” You call out.

His bluntly manicured hand comes over your mouth as he drinks, the heady pull birthing red glitter behind your eyelids; miniscule metallic fragments slicing into the jelly of your eyeballs.

Your body is trembling on the end of the vibrator, slick dripping down your jerking thighs.

The metallic graze of his flies, a sharp sting on your ass and then he’s inside you, shunting you further over the desk.

You feel yourself slipping, your back sliding down the wall but he hoists you up, instantly throwing you over the desk.

Your palms slap down against the polished wood to prevent a concussion with how fast he moves.

“Do you know how hard it is for me to stop? To have to restrain myself not to take it all? I fucking want you.” He growls. 

You can hear his words, hear how he winds himself up all day watching you, harbouring you for his own thrills. He blames your humanity, your warmth on his addiction. You, you, you.

He’s addicted to you, a vice with a beating heart and a wet cunt between your legs for him to take whenever he wants. 

“Come for me!” He growls. “Come on,” he says with another hard slap to your ass.

You do and he stops to watch you shaking, rattling around on the end of his cock, possessed by something else that slithers out from the dark crevices to take you.   

He leans over you, hand clamped around your jaw, the bullseye tattoo blurred in the corner of your vision. His breath is like lava in your ears.

“Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me!” He’s desperate, sloppy. Unravelling from the feel of your cunt still ribbing around him.

“Max! I want you!” You wail.

And it’s more than a simple echo of his words; somewhere, deep down amongst all the fog, you do want him. A part of you wanted him the very first day he stepped in here and made his ghoulish transformations. 

You wanted him before the fog came and blinded you.

He licks over your mouth, pulling it away before you can chase it with yours. 

The base of his cock is so wet, dripping with you all around it. You reach down and cup his balls, squeezing gently as he groans into the bone hollow of your cheek. 

You know he likes it, one of the most vulnerable parts of him squeezed gently in your hand.

“You are so delicious. I could eat you all up.” Max hums.

You’re laying on your back now, legs thrown up and stretched wide like they're broken and misshapen. 

“Look at me fucking you like this. Oh, you take it like a champ!” Max growls. 

He reaches for the vibrator and pushes it against your clit again, your voice clawing at the walls. 

He pulls out and you hear him spit; fingers at the tight rim of your ass follow. The vibrator disappears too but then you feel the pressure, feel it burning, feel it breaking through your consciousness with the intensity of it.

Your hand ghosts down your navel, over the bulbous swell of your clit to find the vibrator stuffed inside your cunt.

He lets the vibrator fuck you, keeping it inside you with just the slightest notches of it with his thumb, as it whirs and pulls your groans from you in soaked chokes.

Max tips you further, ass higher in the air and it feels like you're flying, nothing to support you from your lower spine as you're on the edge of the desk precariously. 

“Oh… fuck!” Your body sparks, the vibrator plugged inside your pussy and unravelling you one sense at a time until there’s nothing left. Until you're plain, unmoulded clay that’s lost its elasticity, boneless on the desk in Max’s office as you cry out and squeeze. 

The vibrator starts to slide out of you as you contract, but he simply pushes his thumb back on it, watching as you lose any semblance of control.

You flood round the vibrator, glistening tracks pool around your lips and slip, dripping down towards your ass. 

He runs in cock in them, catching the slick trails on his head, lathering himself up as he teases around that tight knot of flesh and muscle. 

Max pulls the vibrator up and out of your cunt slowly, letting you ride the last ripples of it as he lines himself up. 

“You want this,” he repeats and you nod, the hole in your face getting wider and swallowing the universe.

"I want this," you hear yourself say.

The head of the vibe and the head of his cock push together, sliding into both of your holes at the same time. Taking their agonisingly sweet time to fill you, neither one breaching before the other. 

You jolt as he breaks through, pain replaced with the ombre wave of lightheadedness as your eyes roll back until you’re blind.

He thrusts himself and the vibrator slowly, deeply. 

“Oh my God, I can feel you so deep inside me,” you groan. Or scream. You're not entirely sure as your eardrums feel like they’ve already burst.

“Do you like it, my cock in your ass like this? It's not even lunchtime yet and you're already full.”

“This is my favourite way to fuck you, baby. Balls deep in your ass.” Max seethes as he works his hips.

He tosses his tie over his shoulder casually as he grips onto your ass. He keeps his thumb on the vibrator as he fucks you more intensely. 

He stretches his fingers out and strokes at your clit. 

You can’t answer him, choking for air as you pant. You’re so full it takes the literal air from your windpipe.

“You know, I don't remember hearing you thanking me for your present…” He tuts rather dramatically, his tongue clicking around his teeth.

“Thank you.” You whine as his fingers slip over your oily clit. 

“What was that?” He taunts, his other hand raising to his ear.

“Thank you, Max.” You groan, your upper body contorting against the desk as though another entity lives inside and is trying to get out.

“Louder.” He pants, rutting wilding as he hits the deepest parts of you.

“Thank you! Thank you, Max!” You thrash. 

He holds onto your waist now as he pummels and you stare up into him, jaw slack. The sound of your moans dying on the end of your wilted tongue as he turns you out. 

His eyes meet yours, creased into dark slits with the strain. He sweats, slick around his neck and you wonder how, somewhere in the commotion, you wonder how he sweats when he doesn't breathe. 

You can feel the cricking of your neck as you rise up and he swoops in to meet you, lips crushed against yours, your fingers knotting around the silk of his tie.

He doesn’t breathe, but he sweats.

You deduce he must be magic. Yes, that’s it, he’s magical. He must be to make you feel this fucking good, this unopen and… free. 

And then you hear it; the little whimper that crawls up the back of his throat. The simper of longing, of the moment he’s utterly destroyed by you. Dust in the sunlight, gloopy blood splattered up the walls.

You kill him, every time. 

And when he dies, it's only then that you can see the light again; you swim out of the fog for a second into the stark reality to face the clamping chokehold he has over you.

It’s like stepping outside of your own body for a moment, watching him fuck your ass on his desk. Hearing him growl and transmogrify back to his humanity, if but for a second as he finds peace inside of you, finds his own way back to a time he can’t remember anymore.

A familiar, yet alien taste he sucks it out of the deep crevices of his own gums.

And you can see it all, feel it all. Know that he has you in a spell of some kind. Know that he’s manipulated this into effect with thick fingers and words that glamour, and yet somehow it transcends all that.

Any anger you have, any rationale to be disgusted or scared leans into a desired acceptance as Max looks at you.

A man behind cocoa brown eyes and tan, youthful skin that won’t wither. He’s stripped off the mask, revealing the man behind the monster, and in this moment right here, dangling precariously on the cusp with your fingertips, you can see it and understand it.

You really do want this. You crave it. And you wouldn't change it. 

Whispering his name on breathless pants.

He sees it too, the clearing of your glassy eyes; the bloody cataracts lifted. The control relinquished if but for a fleeting moment as he loses his grip on everything except the pleasure.

And before he can act, before he can cast his spell over you again, you're independently pulling him closer, kissing him deeper.

“Max, Max, Max…” 

An incantation of his name, willing him to never stop. “Come for me, Max.” You plead. "Fill me up, Max. I need you, Max. I fucking want you, Max."

His fangs protrude, his cock swells and you lean back, giving him your throat, not because you’re under his thrall. But because you want to. 

“Fuck!” He growls, pulling you closer and he pumps harder, quicker. Frantic.

Ready to blow, ready to bite down hard on you like he always does when he pops off. 

You want this.

You want him to devour you. To have all of you. To make you in his image. For him to tell you why he sweats.

“Please, please, please. Oh my fucking God.” 

“You want it?”

“I want you, Max. Have me, take it.” 

He pants harder, his voice punching out around his uvula as he comes. He grasps his cock, feeling it pulse around his grip into your tight hole, filling you with him.

He punctures into your skin again, tasting the ripeness of you. Warm wetness gushes into his mouth and around his cock.

You hold him close to you, hands tight around the back of his head as he drinks, falling backwards, slowly until your head feels the molten heat singeing your hair from the centre of the earth.

He pulls it out gently and watches himself pool, dripping out slowly. He runs the head of his cock in it, pushing back inside your cunt this time, discarding the vibrator as it clatters against the desk.

You reach for him, yanking his tie and wanting him to smother you, crush your bones into dust with his weight. He thrusts slowly, feeling his cock harden inside you again. 

He pulls away with a mirthed grunt, licking the blood from his teeth as he looks down at you, thumb grazing down the side of your sweaty face.

Your mascara has run, clumped in your lashes like furry arachnids. He watches the rise and fall of your chest, places a hand over your heart to feel it beating extra hard to replace the blood he’s just taken. 

“You’re the sweetest fucking gift, baby.” Max licks his lips, sucking on the bottom one. 

“You don’t have to do that anymore, Max.” You peep with a dreamy sigh.

He allows himself to visit the exquisite hell of rubbing himself up and down your slit after he's filled your ass and watches it drip onto the polished wood of his desk.

Coating his spent cock in your shine. Marvelling at the lewd sounds it makes as it fills the office, the scent of it seeping into his nose.   

Those brown eyes snap to you, a pulse ribs at his throat, you see it. Those fingers twitch but you shake your head, sitting up in your mess. 

“Careful what you wish for, honey. You can’t return this gift to Santa when you get bored.” He straightens his tie after zipping up his pants. 

“That thing you do, that makes me… makes us do this? You don’t have to do it anymore.” You say, reaching for him with a trembling hand.

Reaching out to the monster and inviting him in. “I want this, I want you, Max.” 

“Why do you sweat?” You query.

He eyes you carefully, clicking his lips as he contemplates the severity of your words.

Do you yourself even understand them? Do you know what it is you're asking for, really?

“Get double on your quota this month, then we’ll talk about eternity.” Max grins. 

He breathes in deeply, hands on hips and smirks, the whole room setting alight around you.

"Max, what do I have to do to convince you?"

He ponders it for a moment; each second pulling you closer in agony to the sun.

You smile. You know he won’t make this easy. If it were easy, it would be boring.

You hop down off the desk, adjusting your skirt and marvelling at the use of your legs as they tingle with the blood rushing back into them.

“Yes, boss.” You confirm as you open the office door. 

Like it’s no big deal that he’s made you, albeit unconventionally, submit to him wholly. 

“Hey,” he calls back to you as you glance over your shoulder.

He settles into his chair leaning back, those hatchet eyes slicing into your shoulder blades.

“Happy Christmas.” He shrugs with a smirk, like it’s no big deal.

You nod, the fog finally clearing, your ears tuning out of the din fuzz you've been swamped in for so long.

“Happy Christmas, Max.”

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[k9iriz]

𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

“you know, i always find myself back to you.”

[ 𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎 ; 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 & 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. ]

“you’re so sweet.” i gushed at the female across the table, she was tall, muscular and pretty sexy if you ask me.

“thank you, so…when am i gonna finally be able to take you out?” she asked subtly, grabbing my hand, caressing it.

“you already are. this was very nice of you even though you didn’t have to take off work.” she smiled brightly.

suddenly i felt the energy shift, like i had a gut feeling something was gonna go bad.

“hello? y/n?” the girl grabbed my attention, fluttering my eyes shut.

“oh im sorry…i-i was just thinking about something.” i half lied.

“well, where do you wanna go? i could do way better than this restaurant. like…out the country. on a trip somewhere.” the woman gushed, staring my in the eyes.

she was so sweet to even suggest that…

but my heart was in the right place. i am in love with her, but…i can’t let go of rhea at all.

i laughed lightly as i glances three tables over, and there she was, in a suit, so nicely done & rings covered her hand along with her tattoos, but with a female…

oh…she moved on?

the thought of her with another female within a span of the month killed me inside.

soonly she caught me staring, slyly smirking at me before biting on her tongue teasingly, soonly catching onto what she was doing…

did she fucking follow me here?-

“excuse me, im going to clean myself up.” my boss excused herself, before rhea followed shortly behind her, causing the slut she brung to rub up on her before she got up.

her trying to stalk me by bringing somebody to make me jealous was below the belt…but if she wanted to play? oh we can.

in the bathroom, rhea slowly lit a cigarette, before leaning against the sink wall, as my boss exited the stall, smiling.

“hello there.” she greeted a annoyed rhea. rhea chuckled to herself.

“sup. im rhea ripley.” rhea rolled her eyes at herself trying to fake small talk with the woman who wanted to steal the love of her life.

“nice name, you got a date here?” my boss began washing her hands.

“yu-p.”

“me too-” she was soonly stopped. “i already know who she is.” rhea shook her head.

“she was the love of my life. she made me happy. y/n? the one you have on a date with you? the one with the red see-through dress, exposing her curves? yeah her.” rhea slickly explained.

“oh…sorry, i guess?” my boss rolled her eyes, she already knew about what rhea did to me, so she didn’t wanna play nice.

both of them weren’t.

“well, i guess she found where she was truly appreciated huh?” my boss laughed, throwing tremendous shade at her, catching rhea off guard.

“you might be with her, but, i owned her. marked it, stamped her & fucked her in all the right places that couldn’t even get her to reach.” rhea smirked slyly.

“tsk…sorry to tell you. you’re a replacement. hell, she could’ve did better instead of with you. you’re really a joke.”

“i mean, i made time for her, even took off for her. i don’t get pissed or jealous when she’s in someone else’s face, unlike you. im not insecure. because i know she mines. so let that delusion go. she’s done with you. ripley.” my boss laughed straight in her face, before trying to get closer.

rhea did nothing but pause. she knew she was right and she couldn’t argue with that.

“watch your fuckin’ hands and get out of my face.” rhea growled in a low manner, making my boss chuckle, storming away.

rhea knew the game you were trying to play, but she could play it even better.

rhea walked back out the bathroom before fixing her black long sleeve button up, rolling up her sleeves before sitting down at her reserved table.”

“so, how long is this date gonna take?” the fake “girlfriend ” retorted, twirling her hair.

rhea shot her a side glare, with the meanest mug on her face.

“just sit there.” she responded before directing her eyes back to the table that my boss and i were sitting in.

y/n felt some eyes burn holes inside of her, soonly taking notice, my boss grabbed my hand, kissing it, making rhea scowl under pressure.

“what a fucking whore.” rhea muttered, batting her eyes towards the blonde across from her.

“you wanna make her jealous? kiss me.”

rhea took her advice, before motioning her finger to the blonde to “come here.”

the blonde took notice and also smirked, kissing rhea in the crossfire.

y/n took notice of it, getting distracted at her boss talking pure nonsense.

“she’s not fucking serious…” y/n thought, feeling herself get jealous.

she couldn’t help it. but whatever rhea was up to, she was playing it nicely, and was exciting it nicely.

she wanted y/n to get field up and jealous.

“excuse me for a second.” y/n asked nicely as she nodded, excusing herself before walking to the bathroom, slamming it shut.

she had to get herself together because she was completely losing it. why was she doing this? and why was it getting her upset if she was done with rhea?

why?

y/n did nothing but pat herself up, fixing her dress before gathering her thoughts, trying to stop herself from crying.

because if she did…all hell would break lose.

y/n grabbed her purse before walking back out, patting her bosses’ shoulder.

“can we go now? im gonna call it a night.” y/n smiled lightly.

“why? is everything fine?” the boss asked worriedly, making herself stand up.

“yes, i-i just wanna go home. yeah?” y/n whined, not wanting to answer questions at the moment.

“oh, that’s fine. we can, cmon.” my boss accepted it nonetheless, walking us out to her car.

rhea watched from afar as she smiled, but soonly dropping as she watched her leave.

“im ready to go rhea.” her hare announced as rhea smirked to herself, knowing she’d be meeting up with y/n soon.

everything was working out in her favor.

“yeah…let’s go.” rhea lastly spoke before they departed.

fate once again worked out in her favor. but how was it so wrong when it felt so right when it came to y/n?

[ excuse the mistakes, non proof read. ]

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[gartenofbanny]

Today, I'm going to be discussing my problems with the DHORKS Fight which is one of the most popular fights in Helluva Boss. If you all like the fight, please don't read this blog because I hate this "fight" and I'm going to butcher it right now. I don't even consider the DHORKS Fight to even be a fight mainly due to how one-sided it is. This blog is gonna be very long, probably my longest yet, anyway let's get started

The Weapons DHORKS Use

So it's 4 Hellborn Demons against an entire agency filled with DHORKS Agents who wear suits and shades. Out of context, you'd think that the DHORKS Agents would win, but they don't due to the weapons they have compared to the weapons I.M.P. had. The DHORKS Agents all had weapons from the Edo Period which are primarily melee weapons, not firearms.

They stood no chance against IMP because

They're using melee weapons that require a close range

The weapons they are using are useless

They're most likely not experienced with the weapons themselves

There are three weapons that a couple of Agents use that are useless in this fight those being the Nunchucks, the Dual Sai, and the Throwing Stars/Shuriken. Nunchuck users have to get close in order to deal damage and in a battle like this, they're better off either not using the Nunchucks at all or sneaking up behind their target.

The Sai are also useless in a scenario like this as Sais are mainly used to trap melee weapons like swords. I've never really seen a Sai user go up against a gun user because they'd probably fail at subduing them. Sais also cannot cut, they can stab, but they can't cut. The Agent with the Sais tried to cut Blitzo for some reason and I know he's trying to cut Blitzo because we can see him using the Sais to slash instead of thrust.

Throwing Stars are not lethal despite what certain shows have shown. They aren't capable of penetration and were only used to distract an opponent for an upcoming strike or for a tactical retreat. However, if you're really really skilled or just really fucking strong, you can hit an opponent with the eye and injure them. The fact that a few Agents were using the shurikens and expecting them to do damage shows how incompetent they are at using the weapons.

An example of Shurikens being used in this episode is before the fight even happened. Four Agents throw Shurikens at Millie and Loona despite the fact that as said before, they're not really lethal weapons. What's even weirder is that none of them had actual close combat weapons or weapons to defend themselves with, they all had Shurikens and were left defenseless once Millie was inside the room with them.

Realistically, it would be very difficult to defeat someone with a gun while you're using a melee weapon that is unless you're experienced as hell. A popular saying that the character Hol Horse said is "The gun is mightier than the sword" and I agree with him because a gun is more efficient and quicker to kill someone compared to a sword.

Speaking of guns, whatever happened to the fancy-ass guns Agents 1 & 2 had? They quickly incapacitated Blitzo while using those. Oh, they don't have them because the weapons from the Edo period were badass. Agent 1&2's words, not mine.

The OST

The OST for this song is just shit. It wasn't fitting the massacre at all and the melody of the song just repeats over and over and over and over again.

I used to be in a band when I was in high school and this song just makes me wanna peel my skin. It's like they made the first 15 seconds of the song while making the song and just decided "Oh, let's just use that over and over and mix other soundtracks with it." Because they DID mix other soundtracks with it.

There isn't any uniqueness with the song it's like I'm listening to the average Friday Night Funkin song, it's so repetitive luckily the duration of the song is pretty short.

Referencing/Choreography

Despite the fight scene being long as hell, there's no referencing or choreography that the DHORKS Agents use whenever they are fighting. Hell, one of them don't even use their weapons right, and there's barely any technique when other agents use their weapons. So I'm gonna start off with the Kusarigama user. A Kusarigama is a useful weapon because it has a range and can give the user the opportunity to strike the opponent, however, the animation crew screwed up one thing when making this weapon. That is the agent who used the Kusarigama threw the fucking blade and not the spiked ball itself. The spiked ball is supposed to be used to strike the vital areas of the opponent, get rid of their weapon, and restrain them to kill them. And how do you kill them? Well with the sickle blade of course and to maneuver the spiked ball you must use the sickle handle to get a good grip on it and call it back. So not only did the DHORKS Agent throw the main component of the Kusarigama at Loona for some fucking reason, but he also couldn't get a good grip on the chain because the sickle has a handle on it which led to him getting tossed by Loona.

The Agents who use the swords which is the majority of them only run towards IMP in order to attack. So apparently running towards someone with a gun while you have a sword is always a good idea to them, except it isn't because as a result of their fucking foolishness they died.

I believe the fight this entire DHORKS Battle was taking inspiration from was The Bride vs Crazy 88 from Kill Bill, but the HB Team didn't do a good job or even tried to reference this fight because they all don't straight-up attack Beatrix one at a time instead they attack her either with another person or with two other people, they know how to use their katanas and other weapons, and the setting of the fight is actually pretty big which leads me to my next complaint.

The Setting

The size of the room of the entire fight keeps changing to give IMP an advantage. The size of the room firstly seems small as I.M.P are all surrounded by the Agents

But then the room itself enlarges to show that the Agents are separated when they were close to the main characters before.

The Agents show up out of nowhere to attack at a close range, they're nonexistent until they run toward the protagonists. And if they are close to the protagonists themselves then that gives the protagonists the advantage since they actually have rifles and can just gun them down at a close range.

Either the setting is big or small, pick one don't just make a small setting suddenly big and then small again because that ruins the placement the characters had previously.

The Agents are incompetent & IMP suffers no damage

This last section is going to be really short because I want to say what I wanna say and get this out of the way. In order to have a good fight scene both parties must take damage or one party should at least struggle against the other. Having incompetent antagonists go up against component protagonists doesn't make a good fight scene because we'll already know that it'll end with the protagonist winning.

The DHORKS Agents do not know how to use their weapons or know any techniques that will benefit them and IMP doesn't suffer any damage and look like they're having fun while killing a bunch of humans. This entire sequence in Truth Seekers isn't a fight, but more like a massacre with animation errors.

Conclusion

So I've said what I needed to say. I was expecting a well-drawn, well-choreographed fight scene in Truth Seekers but I was just disappointed. What I got instead was just a bunch of demons killing a bunch of humans, despite the fact that Moxxie, Millie, and Blitzo somehow were defeated by cannibal rednecks who worship Satan just a few episodes prior. Anyway, thank you all for reading and I hope you all have a nice day! ❤️

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[darkhymns-fic]

A Cat of Good Behavior

When Vaggie came by, pissed that the bartender was drunk out of his mind once more, she noted the bell collar then. “This some new dress code?” she had asked, her stare holding several shades of scrutiny. “Dress code,” Husk repeated, his tone deadpan, his chest so hollow that only more alcohol could fill it. “Sure. Let’s go with that.”

Alastor gets Husk a new gift to wear for the day. And Husk, despite all his protests, plays the part so well.

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Characters: Alastor/Husk, Angel Dust, Niffty Rating: E Word Count: 6416 Mirror: AO3 Notes: This is a higher-rated fic, so only an excerpt will be shared here. Please read the rest on AO3 and mind the tags! It's toxic radiohusk, my beloved.

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Husk found the package in his room, perched just on top of his bed covers. It was a small white box, wrapped neatly with a red bow.

Instantly, he felt a strange sense of revulsion from it.

Alastor had a habit of just going into his hotel room whenever he pleased, whether it was to just wile away the time or get Husk to go on an errand. It happened so often that Husk had learned long ago to never expect any privacy. Of course not. Not when he was someone else’s property.

And Alastor also loved leaving Husk with little surprises.

He wasn’t sure what to do at first; leaving it alone just made it feel too ominous, and throwing it away would probably attract the Radio Demon’s anger in some way or another. No, the only other option was opening the damn thing, and Husk couldn’t begin to guess what his boss was leaving him with. It could have been anything, like a disgusting entrée from Cannibal Town, or maybe a nest of ticks just to piss Husk off.

…He was hoping if it was anything, he’d rather it be the Cannibal Town delicacy. Hell ticks were a pain to get rid of.

Swallowing, Husk delicately unwrapped the bow with one finger, as if touching it any more would invoke some sort of curse in his already cursed afterlife. But when the bow was fully unraveled, and he could open the box lid, he had to blink twice.

It was a bell collar, fashioned from bright red leather with golden clasps. The bell in front was impossible to miss, which was as big as his thumb, with its surface holding a shine to it.

Fucking kidding me with this.

Husk looked at it for a few more seconds, his irritation slowly building up until he couldn’t help but swat the damn thing off his bed. The collar made a soft ringing sound, the accessory thumping onto the carpet. It echoed in the air, enough that he couldn’t forget the tone of the bell if he tried.

He was way too tired to understand Alastor’s new game now.

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