watching a movie with gojo & a sex scene comes on, he’s talking so much shit about how “the guy isn’t fucking her right”, “her moans are so fake” n you tell him to shut up, as if he could do any better.. “wanna find out?” he says with his big dumb mouth adorned with his usual annoying smirk and and you tell him absolutely 𝙣𝙤𝙩. not even his wildest dreams-
MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI
so he must be dreaming right now because he swears you just came for the 4th time all over his dick with him barely grazing your clit???
he 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 be dreaming right? because there’s so way you just moaned out his name “s-torr-uuu” while you leave angry red marks all over his toned shoulders
he must be dreaming because there’s absolutely no way you’re under him right now folded in a mating press, squirting all over his abdomen while he fucks his cum into you right?? telling you, “‘s fucking messy for me pretty baby haha, look at the mess we made!!”
leaning down to ur ear and sucking your earlobe into his mouth as he whispers “still think i don’t know how to fuck?”
1. dick finds out batman replaced him as robin (without asking him) from the NEWSPAPER and simultaneously finds out bruce adopted a new kid without telling him (to make things worse: bruce didn’t even adopt dick)
2. dick finds out jason died from the newspaper (AGAIN? REALLY BRUCE?) and bruce had the fucking funeral WITHOUT HIM while he was still in space
something something puss trying to outrun the literal personification of death for the whole movie whilst perrito walks around always wearing the sock his family literally tried to drown him in as a sweater, something something accepting that life is short and literally growing into your own mortality and making the most out of the hand youve been dealt
Theirs not enough cock warming Lucifer Morningstar/Magne so here’s a little imagine. Also wow! First imagine that’s not a Vox one! Who knew I liked more characters than Vox and Peter lmao
Reader written as fem
MDNI
Nah but imagine Lucifer trying not to squirm as he sits underneath you, cock hard as a rock and twitching inside your warm pussy. His hands grip your hips, occasionally rubbing his thumbs soothingly across your skin as an apology for gripping too harshly. He’s trying not to whine as he holds his tears back. Why are you being so mean? Okay so maybe he was a little cold to the sinners who served you both on your most recent date. So what? You knew he didn’t like the sinners in hell! Not everyone got here because they were evil on earth...? Well, okay sure you got him there but still—do you need to torture him like this? Oh to hell with this! He’s the king of hell! He can do what he want he pleases. He tightens his hold on you as he tries to guide you up and down his aching cock. You immediately caught on before he can even get you to sit back down on him though. So you harshly push his shoulders back onto the large throne like office chair. He whines, looking up at you with a weak glare. Oh Lucifer, he’s always been such a stubborn baby. He recites his thoughts on how he’s the King of Hell, he can do what he wants. Oh but one delicious clench around his throbbing cock and his royal highness had already whimpered. “‘m sorry my love…” He’s rubbing his hand on your hips soothingly. Finally—finally—you start to move, forgiving Lucifer for being such a brat at dinner.
self-love is me resisting the urge to eat the leftovers I have in the fridge as a bedtime snack, out of compassion and adoration for future-me, who deserves to wake up in the morning and eat something delicious without having to cook it first
cry all you want but at the end of the day I am forever and always a slut for "the confession comes from the seemingly less emotional one of the two" trope and I will watch it again and again to devour it properly