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fireknightyaoi · 1 year ago
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KNIGHT COOKIES 🗡️👑❄️🌹🥀
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i love knight cookie so so so so much you guys cannot understand
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a-stars-art-blog · 1 year ago
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Bittersweet Guardian
Oh shit, y’all, a blue moon. That means I post Cookie Run again
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nintendont2502 · 4 months ago
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can't stop thinking about an alternate, narnia-style ending to homestuck where they can stay on earth c for as long as they want, but they always have the option to go home
sure, living on a planet you made and ruling as immortal gods forever sounds cool at first, but eventually it's going to get... stagnant, yk? what is there for you to do now? you won. your character arc is over. this is your happily ever after, in a world that reveres you as gods even though you're nothing more than a bunch of traumatised teenagers.
what if you could go back? go back to the day you were meant to play, go back to being 13 and powerless and a kid again, but with all the knowledge that you gained over the years - eventually, it'll fade, but you'll always have that experience. you'll always feel like somehow, somewhere, you were a hero once. John learning to appreciate his dad and his friends and his 'boring' life, and having a chance to reflect on himself. Rose realising that her Mom *does* care about her, just as much as Roxy does - just as much as Rose cares about both of them, enough to try and bridge that gap. Dave knowing that his Bro *isn't* some untouchable, flawless hero, knowing that Dave can stand on his own two feet and take care of himself and his friends even if he doesn't do it how his Bro would. Jade reunited with her best friend, armed with the knowledge that she *will* get out of here, that she *will* see the world and see her friends and loved ones and *live*. Everywhere they look, they see faint memories of people they think they once knew and loved and forgot - in the faces of family, old photos and preserved corpses, terrible movies and buckets and playing cards and the stars in the sky.
maybe they don't go at first. maybe eternity seems easy to them, an entire life left unlived laying in front of them, but once they've done all they can, lived as much as eternity will allow and more, once the only thing left to do is go back - I think they all would. maybe not all at the same time, but I think eventually, all four of them would choose to go home
because they're. yk. they're h. the. they're h. ho. they're homes-
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phantastragoria · 2 years ago
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The Guardians of the Galaxy are throwing a little party (they're drinking hot cocoa don't worry) to welcome in the new year :) I wish the rest of you a very happy new year!
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us-angels-together · 1 month ago
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Imagine you're f/o being mortally wounded and falling down to the ground at your feet. They whisper to you as they bleed out that they love you and will forever watch over you.
For years after that you've been a depressed empty shell of your former self, the self you had been with them. But unbeknownst to you, you're f/o has followed their promise and has kept you safe. While you've been in this depressed fugue state you haven't noticed all the times you've nearly died- crossing the street, almost tripping down stairs, almost choking, and many more times. You've really been working your f/o hard as they keep you safe so when you two are reunited it'll be a happy one without the tragedy of you unexpectedly dying as well.
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beeshoesometimesdraws · 3 months ago
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You know, I think one of the biggest reasons I love The Last Guardian so much is how tragic and bittersweet the story is.
The boy has journeyed for who knows how many days with Trico, and at the very start he even says that, even though he probably should, he has no fear of Trico—the very creature his people know only as a man eating beast. Even when Trico gives him good reason to fear it, he does not and sticks by the beast’s side.
The two stick together nearly the whole time, the bond that Trico develops and shares with the boy creating a mutual understanding of their shared goal as they help each other progress through the ruins. Trico could have tried to leave the boy behind at any time, perhaps even found his own way forward without help—though it’s apparent Trico needs the boy as much as the boy needs it—but it doesn’t. Instead, Trico follows the boy every step he takes, going as far as to mimic his movements and call out sadly to the boy whenever it is left behind, and several times Trico puts its own life on the line to save the boy.
Trico charges forward to save the boy from the suits of armor, even though they slash at it with swords and stick it with spears. Trico fights others of its kind—even when it’s vastly outnumbered—to save the boy. Trico even overcame its terrible fear of the eyes in order to save the boy and pushed back against the force trying to control it. All for the boy.
I don’t think it was just about them having a mutual goal and needing each other to get out though that was a big part of it, at least not in the end. Trico and the boy share a bond, it’s clear to see no matter if you’ve played the game yourself or have watched gameplays. Trico loves the boy and the boy loves Trico. They’ve gone so far together, faced so many setbacks and fought so many battles and both have played chicken with death several times all for the sake of the other. That kind of bond is something special, one that can last a lifetime and more.
Their bond and this story however is bittersweet.
At the end of the game, Trico takes the weakened boy back to his village, finally having healed his wings enough to fly. The roles have been reversed from the beginning—it is Trico taking care of the weakened boy just like how the boy took care of him at the start. The villagers surround Trico and stick it with spears but the beast refuses to leave because its loyalty and love to the boy are stronger than whatever fear it feels.
Trico refuses to leave until the boy tells it to. The boy who has no other choice than to send his companion, his friend, away because he knows there is no other way; the other villagers are afraid of Trico, the “man eating beast”, and would kill it if it stayed. So, the boy sends Trico away.
The way Trico pauses and stares at the boy as he commands it to leave in this scene, and then in the next how it stares at the boy for one long moment before taking flight and finally leaving hurts. Trico doesn’t want to leave but Trico wants to listen to the boy, and perhaps on some level Trico also understands that it cannot stay.
The game jumps to the present; The boy grows into a man and Trico has created its own life back within The Nest from which it and the boy escaped years before. The boy has never forgotten Trico, the whole game being a past experience narrated by the man, a story he fondly retells to the children of the village. They may be miles and miles apart, may never see each other ever again, but that bond still runs deep and with it the love they share. Man and beast, Trico and the boy.
The Last Guardian is my favorite game of all time for a reason, and it’s not just Trico itself or the beauty of the graphics and animation or the amazing ai behind the creature. The story of the game is so interesting and beautiful in such a bittersweet and tragic way that every time I think about it, it twists something in my gut, like a painful bout of nostalgia. I imagine it’s the kind of thing the boy must feel every time he thinks about Trico and the journey they made together.
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aghostsdestiny · 11 months ago
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The day to start enjoying the crates and crates of cookies 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪
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guardian-angel12 · 1 year ago
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Gasping
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Squealing
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Crying
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Sobbing
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lazaruspiss · 4 months ago
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going thru my google drive a little bit bc i just got a new laptop (working stellarly so far, and it was 80 bucks) and
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christ im sure ive posted about this before but. "dick, stop trying to support criminal reform" "i know about you and harvey"
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miloutic · 10 months ago
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ive started a new bg3 run and made my dream guardian look like my old tav like ppl said they were doing and oh my god i was not ready. i was n.ot ready for this
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fireknightyaoi · 1 year ago
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when haces tus momos en videos sos el futuro es hoy oíste viejoj
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cjgladback · 1 year ago
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This is not the first afternoon that I spent crying over raccoons' fuzzy little faces, but it had a lot more explosions than usual.
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ashikarin · 1 year ago
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guardians of the galaxy vol. 3 made me cry like a little bitch.
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unblinded-by-nostalgia-blog · 3 months ago
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The Story The Story is about the main character finding his father. The film is really funny. It knows not to take itself too seriously (like the first film did) and knows how to make you laugh. Yes, it does have its more emotional moments, but they don't dwell on it too long and focus on being action-packed fun. They even managed to do a great bittersweet ending in this, and as a fan of bittersweet endings, this is one of the best ones I've seen. I also love the message about father-son relationships. You don't see them in films anymore. It's all been replaced by girl power and "I don't need a man" stories. It just gets tiring and worn out after a while. This film is definitely a breath of fresh air. The Characters The Characters have more personality in this film, especially the blue...grey...whatever colour he is dude is given a more fun personality. Some may dislike the new direction this film takes with the old characters, but it is definitely a welcome change in my book! The new characters are also great and funny. And the new villain in this film is like the old classic Disney villains who are just the most evil people in cinema. And come on... how could you not love baby Groot? The Special Effects The Special Effects are so well done in this film. They must of put so much money into the CGI department and just let them go crazy. The landscapes in this film just look so realistic. It's like you could go there (even though it wouldn't be my first choice for a holiday). And the Easter Eggs left in this film. They are EVERYWHERE! Old-time Marvel fans will love trying to find them all. Final Thoughts This film is officially on the list of "the only Marvel films I actually like" alongside "Big Hero 6". I have to be honest, this film is a masterpiece. A very funny one, at that. So if you're just looking for some sci-fi fun, look no further. The Story 5/5 The Characters 4.5/5 The Special Effects 5/5 Overall 4.5/5
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metranart · 6 months ago
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My one and only wants you, so he’ll have you (Part 1)
ft. Sensei! Gojo Satoru, sensei! Suguru Geto, reader insert.
Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto happily married, you, their lovely student and the cause of their ragging temptation. The problem: their son, Megumi, your best friend.
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𖦹 Warning tags: Gojo x Reader x Geto, threesome, married couple, Suguru and Gojo happy married couple, polyamory, Teacher-Student Relationship, Under-Desk Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, oral sex, vaginal sex, breeding, obsessive behavior, horny sorcerers, idiots in love, being the willing pet of your senseis, best friend! Megumi, Jealous! Megumi, anal plug, Secret Relationship, Domestic Fluff, falling in love, Pregnancy Kink, Hurt/Comfort, smut, rough sex, shameless smut, creampie, explicit sexual consent, sexual tension, shameless flirting, scratching.
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The yearning for him began the same day you were assigned under the tutelage of Satoru Gojo. You were just a teenager who innocently sat on her sensei’s lap when got the chance, you accepted the treats he shared with you, and you worshiped every word that came out of his mouth as if it were the pure gold.
You would never admit it out loud, but you had a huge, annoying crush on your sensei.
"-He's married you know?" Megumi said, his gaze lost at a point on the horizon, his tone hiding a feeling which you didn't recognize at the time.
"I do not know what you are talking about, Megumi-kun."
"Suguru-sensei is his husband, and he’s the jealous type." Megumi continued as if he hadn't heard you, still looking ahead. Your heavy sigh the only indicator that you acknowledged his words.
"I know they're both your parents-"
"No." This time his chaotic blue eyes did fall on you. "They're my guardians, that's all."
You nodded and let the topic go. Megumi always got uncomfortable when someone mentioned it, especially when you did. You didn't really understand, you would love to have Satoru and Suguru's attention all to yourself. Megumi was so lucky.
You still remember the exact day it happened, it was your last year at jujutsu high and you were about to become a first-grade sorcerer. Although you were already eighteen years old, you were still under Gojo's tutelage and care.
Guardianship which just at that moment you stepped on a whim. Maybe Satoru never expected you to dare, but you never expected him to encourage you to continue.
".... Ngh! Don’t stop, sweet girl." His purr almost got stuck in his dry throat, but you still heard him and obeyed him.
Riding that hard, erect cock still trapped behind the black fabric of his pants, while your warm asscheeks hugged it and pumped it in eager sways that started as an accident but were now deliberately obscene.
As was your custom, he allowed you to sit on his lap, as he had always done, but an accidental movement of your hips, a slippery moan from his tight lips, and the notorious wetness of your panties was the perfect combination to let himself go.
"You are treating sensei so good," he groaned, both big, strong hands guiding and smashing your hips harder against his bulge. "Sensei needs-" he choked, feeling the glorious shape of your pussy around him, "sensei needs to-"
"I know." You indeed knew, and even if this little slip on his part would become the only time you had him for your own, you’ll make it legendary. This magnificent man was going to come hard for you.
It didn't take you long to make his cock pulsate and spasm out those thick ropes of bittersweet cream inside his pants, the burst came with a euphoric scream, rich in curses and praises. You knew you had overstayed your welcome already, and being bold for a moment longer, you turned around, hunting for a just another souvenir to help you endure the cold nights on your own. Slowly leaning closer you placed a soft, warm kiss on his panting lips, just a taste for the rode. Your sensei's eyes lit up like a neon sign, full of surprise and shock.
"It's a shame that Suguru-san is so jealous." You complained goodheartedly, stealing another peck from those bright and delicious heaving lips, and got up with as much elegance as you could while having your panties glued to your wet cunt, fixed your skirt and left.
Months of silent familiarity and odd pretention passed before Gojo summoned you to his office after school. You expected a scolding, an expulsion, maybe that he was disappointed and alarmed by your slutty behavior, or at least embarrassed but what you didn’t expect what came out of his lips.
“Love is a curse,” he explained, a leg crossed in front of the other in the most carefree attitude, “…and I exorcise curses.” Those icy, blue eyes set firmly on yours. “Would you like sensei to exorcise your curse, (Y/N)?”
Your lower lip found its way to your teeth, being chewed while you nervously thought of an answer, you weren't sure what he meant and you were afraid to ask, you didn't want him to continue seeing you as a naive girl, as his student, his responsibility... so pretending you understood, you nodded.
"Are you sure?"
He asked, making sure you understood what he demanded. A white eyebrow rose on his forehead and when his lips were about to part to explain better as he usually did, you stopped him.
"I'm sure."
Gojo kept quiet for a moment, sighed a conspiratorial chuckle that almost seemed mischievous, and smiled up at you.
"If you are sure,” he stressed, “…. then come and kneel in front of your sensei, pet."
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The first time Suguru Geto saw you, you were on your knees, your mouth full of his husband… actually, to the brim with his husband’s fat cock, taking it deep in your trained throat, hiding at plain sight behind a school desk while being nested between Satoru Gojo’s spread, thick thighs as he fed you heaps of his prodigy milk -as he liked to call it.
If you could barely breathe then now you are actually choking, the shock of being discovered was making your heart beat violently against your ribcage.
Satoru raised his eyes, meeting his husband’s gaze directly, watching him lean calmly against the frame and leave the door wide open, as if he wanted someone besides him to see you as well, even though it was almost six in the afternoon and the classes were over.
“-My love, I told you not to wait up for me, I was going to be late.” Satoru Gojo purred easily to his one and only, making him grin back at him.
“Oh, I see you're working after hours again," Suguru mocked from his spot on the door.
Satoru Gojo endearingly ran his hand over your flushed face, your embarrassed, confused and shocked expression extremely ridiculous compared to your stretched, swollen lips around his girthy cock, pushing your head against his pubic hair even harder, as if he were reluctant to let go even when you were caught, but Suguru shook his head, indicating that everything was fine.
Satoru closed peeked down at you, and a mischievous smirk graced his playful features.
“I don't know who told you that Suguru was jealous,” he wondered out loud holding your confused stare, “are you jealous, baby?”
Suguru Geto shrugged his broad shoulders equally playful. “Only if you don't share.”
You choked on the meat nested inside your throat and pulling you out for you to gulp some air, you coughed a little, droll and precum sliding down your chin when suddenly Gojo pushed you back to him, helping you suck him awkwardly. Using your mouth as his cocksleeve until he felt himself getting close to his price.
“Is my dutiful husband close to cream this lovely sorceress esophagus in thick milk?”
Satoru smirked, chucking lowly while still ramming your face to meet his pubic bone over and over again, and once felt he was close opened his eyes to watch as Suguru crossed his arms calmly, waiting for you to probe your worth.
“Don’t let it spill, (Y/N).” Suguru- sensei commanded, “In my family, wasting food is a sin.”
Suguru Geto teased with a wide grin but didn't move from his spot until after Satoru finished with a blast, until your face was covered in his husband’s musky cum since you couldn’t swallow such a massive load. The panting of your damaged voice was nothing more than clear evidence of a well-fucked throat. Satoru watched Suguru close the door behind him, latch it, step closer to the two of you and lean down to shamelessly, place a gentle kiss on your sweaty temple as you struggled to get your breathing even.
“You said her throat was like a fleshlight,” Suguru said to his panting husband, “and that she could swallow gallons without spill.”
“Having you here made my load heavier than usual,” Satoru defended, passing a hand through his disheveled mop of hair, “wasn’t my star student’s fault.”
Was your supposed secret affair with your sensei a regular topic for them? Isn't Suguru Geto angry with you? You couldn't look at his face, not even after he kissed your forehead so confusedly sweet, it was all too confusing... should you leave, apologize and leave? maybe it was the best...
“(Y/N),” Satoru said then, pulling out of your thoughts and lifting your chin up so he could get a good look at your pretty, flushed face, a wicked smirk spreading across his handsome face as his lips spelled. “Could you do sensei a favor?”
“A favor…?” you asked between ragged breaths, and he curled those shiny lips amused, Suguru Geto openly chuckled at your pathetic stamina. No doubt the metaphorical leash that Satoru was putting around your neck was still a work in progress, a good, faithful pet would have said yes immediately.
Your face was red, feverish, the blush extending to the edges of your eyes and also your ears. You were focused on the white-haired man you call sensei, desperate to know what he was going to ask of you, even when you wanted to, you couldn’t deny the exciting stirring inside your tummy that his mischievous requests always brought. He, being the only man in your eighteen-year-old existence to make your loins knot with something wild and feral.
You waited, cocking your head to the side, and Satoru grinned again, dragging his thumb over the bridge of your nose, collecting the white gobs of his own cum on the pads and putting it into his mouth, still warm and incredibly wet, eagerly closing around his thumb almost immediately, to then moan hoarsely.
“(Y/N),” he repeated after having tasted himself mix with your sweat. Satoru’s calm breathing against your sweaty forehead tickled you. He ran his thumb again but this time across your cheek, playing with his own mess, his intense blue eyes steady on your eyes, watching and recording inside his mind how you reacted to his perverted way of cleaning you, and the tremor that ran through your body looked almost like a convulsion, forcing you to fall over your calves tiredly. Satoru chuckled at the pleasant power play, proud of having so much effect over you, and without hesitation, ended up his request.
"I want you to sit on my husband’s cock and warm him up for a while, okay?"
You knacked and lay there over your calves, immobile.
"Do you need time to get hard again, Satoru?" Suguru scoffed, plainly ignoring your statue-like posture in order to kiss your sweaty face again, this time your cleaned cheek.
Satoru laughed, cocking his head in his direction, the blue of his eyes always more surprisingly bright and clear up close than it was from afar.
“I just thought you'd like to fuck her.”
“Am I so transparent?” that raven-haired hunk wondered with a thin brow raised.
“To me you are, baby.” His husband hurried to brag.
They both continued talking as if you weren't there or as if you were there, but it didn't matter that you heard them, given your lack of words. Suguru squatted next to you, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before asking.
“You don’t find me attractive, (Y/N)?”
Your cheeks burned like the sunset that filtered through the window, your mouth dry and lack of answers.
"As I said before, I don't mind if I'm also part of it..." he explained to you, "...I'm a special grade sorcerer after all, between the two of us we can destroy your curse better," he offered, his harsh and long fingers sliding sinfully across the soft skin of your neck.
"Suguru-san...." you mewled at his cynic touch. Being watched with morbid attention by the white-haired.
"How many times have I saved you on missions, how many times have I caught you watching me when you think I'm distracted..." your pupils dilated at the revelation, "how many times haven't I masturbated using your school photo?"
Your head whipped around to face him, astonished as he merely smirked.
"Oh, yes. I have, so many times," he admitted without shame, "...so, would you let me help you as well?"
Your breathing was a mess, when he had gotten so close? His face was centimeters away, you just needed to lean in, and his lips would be tattooed on yours.
"Don't think about it so much dearest, just do it." Your current sensei's breath caressed your ear out of the sudden and his hands on your shoulders gave you the last push you needed.
Your lips merged with Suguru Geto's in a heated kiss, his kisses were different, more patient, better thought out, his tongue licked your lips, and you opened your mouth to let him explore at his leisure, each moan torn from your tired throat sounded each time more needed.
"So that's a, yes?" Satoru asked and between kisses, you said as best you could. "Y-Yes, yes, yes, yes, yeees...."
Something inside you flared and tumbled while accepting their sinful proposition, of becoming Suguru Geto's cocksleeve as well. You nodded your head manically, embarrassingly eager, as if it were the only thing you could do, too stupid and desperate on your own excitement to think coherently.
“Our favorite student, ain’t that right, Sugu?”
The white-haired prodigy praised before standing up and abruptly breaking the kiss to take you with him, pulling you by the arm to get you up, your shaking legs almost letting you fall again when Satoru decided to eat your mouth instead.
You could easily hear Suguru Geto growl low as he huskily replied. “Damn right.”
This glorious man and his husband fucked you there, on the desk of the classroom, taking turns between your ass, your pussy, and your mouth until they were both sure their cocks would fall off. Until your holes weren't squeezing at all and none of the three were sure who the cum leaking out of you belonged to, your voice so worn out that anyone would realize how well your throat had been fucked.
By then it was so late that when you mumbled a weak. "I don't think I can walk," Satoru was quick to offer you a ride and Suguru eagerly agreed, saying things like: we need to take care of our girl, she’s so precious to us. Your beautiful eyes and reddened face littered with patches of cum, lighting up like an advertisement the moment both freely offered you their whole attention as you always dreamed for.
Satoru gently put you on his back, carrying you to the parking lot and then dumping you playfully unceremonious in the back seat, kissing you the entire time while Suguru drove to the address you told him, explaining it between gasps, moaning the words as if your ex-sensei were tearing them out of you one by one.
“Right-…no, I mean left-…” Your adorable, moaned babbling driving both males euphoric.
“Give her a sec, babe-… I need to know if turn right or left-”
“Right.” Satoru replied with such conviction both, you and Suguru’s eyebrows rose questioningly. “I know her address by heart-… after all, she still a pup under my watch.”
Satoru Gojo revealed to your utter annoyance and his husband’s amusement. A thin smirk gracing the raven-haired lip’s indicating he wasn’t even a little surprised.
“I’m not a pup anymore,” you complained between smooches, “I'm about to turn nineteen and become a first-grade sorceress…. I'm a full-fledged adult-”
“Na-ah!” your sensei chuckled, “you’re a brat, still my pup-”
“Our pup.” Suguru cut in from the driver’s seat, and Satoru agreed, “Right.”
"We'll come pick you up at 7 tomorrow," your sensei half ordered, half commented between heated kisses, his greedy lips devouring every patch of skin that his husband hadn't gifted with saliva and bites. "ya heard me, pup?" He stressed snickering, and you remained silent.
"-I'm no longer a little girl you can spoil without anyone suspecting, Gojo-san."
"Gojo-sensei," Satoru clarified, "you have to call me Gojo-sensei, pup."
You shook your head at his notorious control tricks, and slowly crept down from under him until you could open the car door.
"Thank you for the ride, Suguru-san."
Your body lurched to leave the safety of the car when three strong hands held you, two wrapping tightly around your waist and one around your forearm.
Satoru and Suguru teaming up to not let you go made you feel equally flattered as flustered.
"Tomorrow at seven, now we pick you up.” Gojo repeated more seriously and looking in the rearview mirror at Suguru's for some kind of support, his stern gaze forced you to nod.
"Right ...see you tomorrow-" you made a meaningful pause just to prolong their sole attention on you a little longer and aiming for one last playful punch under the belt, you dropped the bomb, "-Senseis."
Their blood boiled like water boils in a gazer before exploding.
"Don't let her go, Satoru." You heard Suguru say before his hand let go of your forearm and in one swift movement, he got out of the car to join you in the back seat.
Too late you realized your mistake.
Your pussy almost screamed when Suguru tried to slip inside. “Too sensitive, pup?”
You nodded weakly and he sighed, showing a little mercy.
“Good thing our girl is gifted with more than one tight hole.” Satoru reminded him, and his husband smirked, smugly.
“Good thing.” He replied before his thick cock stretched your asshole impossibly wide, your hands were held under his big paws against the back of the seat, Satoru slid to the side to have a better view. He loved when his husband got like this. You wanted to act and tease like an adult, they would fuck you like one.
Suguru's violent thrusts were taking the wind out of you with each meeting of flesh, your ass almost raw from so much pounding, your bundle of nerves being stalked with delicious and lazy circular movements by your actual sensei and this man’s husband.
"He’s gonna fill this disobedient student in cum, and this disobedient student is going to eagerly keep it inside, yes?" Satoru ordered and you could only meow inconsolably.
Each thrust of Suguru's hips was harder, more precise, deeper, more meat that you could take filling your pitiful quivering hole. You were close to fainting, your eyes half-closed and breathing labored, dehydrated from sweating so much, tired from squeezing yourself around such a large and long piece of raw cock.
"Su-Suguru-san..."
"Suguru sensei." Satoru corrected.
"Suguru-sensei,” you obeyed.
“Very good,” Gojo praised.
 “P-Please come-come… already, ple-please."
Suguru's dark laugh broke through the peaceful night, too amused in teaching you a lesson.
"I'll come only if you promise, you'll put on this lovely plug all night long." From thin air Suguru appeared a pink plug in his sweaty palm, a pretty, shiny thing with a pink diamond adorning the base.
"A plug-.... why?"
"So that, my one and only’s cum stays inside you till morning, of course." It was difficult to hear your sensei over the lewd sound of clapping flesh. “We will take it out tomorrow when we pick you up, pup.”
You couldn't take it anymore, you wanted Suguru sensei to come right away since you couldn’t do it anymore, you were drained, pleasantly exhausted and tired. You wanted to rest, sleep soundly…no! You wanted faint till the sun raised again.
"Y-Yes, I will, I promise!" you heard yourself yelp.
"Good pet." Suguru rasped. He almost sounded elated, but it didn't stop him from shoving himself completely inside of you, over and over and over again, slamming against your gummy walls in one last savage thrust. The breath was knocked out of you and there was when you felt him overflowing you in his warm, thick cum.
"That's it, baby, fill her tummy good, so much milk, so yummy." Satoru encouraged with perverted pride. "So full." The white-haired noted when his palm met the bump in your belly.
Suguru chuckled through his moans, massaging your hips with his thumbs while giving a couple of lazy thrusts before finally slip out. the spasming ring of your ass was a fucking mess, swollen and shiny and brimming in cum. Fuck! they loved the sight.
“Don’t let it slip out-” Suguru rushed to say.
“Go it.” Satoru hurried to plug in the device, your pretty asshole now prettier with a diamond adorning it.
"Just like I've dreamed you for more than three years, (Y/N)." Suddenly Satoru revealed, praising you like an excited child, and Suguru grinned approvingly, passing a thick thumb over the diamond making you jolt a little at how sensitive you were. “Three years is a lot to be blue balled, you really made us wait a lot, pretty girl.” He joined his husband, dreamily.
Maybe you weren’t hearing correctly. No, it couldn't be that they also wanted you as much as you wanted them. It was a mistake, you were really tired and exhausted, that's what.
Hand in hand, they peppered your face in sweet kisses teaming up against you again until there was a big smile on your sweaty face.
“Tomorrow at seven o clock, sharp, (Y/N). Don’t make us wait.”
They didn’t leave until you entered through the doorframe and the door close behind you. The inside of their car reek of spit and sex and cum, and Satoru buried his face in the backseat to breathe in the remaining of your essence and his husband.
“I’m so damn happy, Sugu.” He beamed hugging the backseat like an obsessed lovebird.
Suguru laughed at his antics. “Same.” He admitted more sobered, “I had already lost hope of having her, Toru-”
“I know,” he sniffed plenty, “they are months away from graduating and go to make their lives without our guidance... I was seriously considering kidnapping her-”
“Don’t joke with that, idiot.” Suguru scolded, pulling his husband off the backseat and closing the door, caging the whitehaired fool he loved under his thick, muscular frame and the car door.
"All of those plans will never be mentioned again," Suguru explained, "we must keep this as secret as possible; no one must know."
"Why?" Satoru asked bewildered, "If we had done it years ago while she was a minor, I would agree but she is already an adult-"
"Barely," Suguru interrupted and ran a heavy hand through his straight hair, "besides that's not what I mean." He stated more seriously.
"So?"
"Megumi." Was all he said, and Satoru understood.
"Megumi." the white-haired man repeated, burdensomely.
"Right, so not a word, no teasing or anything." Satoru's eyes betrayed how worried he was.
"Hey, Toru," he tipped his chin up gently, "...everything's gonna be fine, we'll figure it out, don't sweat it, babe." He pampered his man in sweet caresses, his lips pecking his lips with soft, reassuring kisses until his husband smiled again.
"There we go," Suguru praised, "Now on our way since tomorrow we have an early wake up."
They both left but neither of them could sleep, since were utterly excited about what this polyamorous relationship had in store for them.
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pairing: Spencer Reid x vampire!fem!reader words: 3,3k summary: You pay a late-night visit to your human boyfriend. warnings: smut - unprotected vampire x human sex, biting, blood drinking, blood obviously, i don't know anything about chess, AND if I had a vampire gf i'd let her bite me. just saying, no y/n a/n: surprise! happy kinktober and halloween to all my spencer reid bitches! AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY HUSBAND BOYFRIEND WIFE LOVER THE LOVE OF MY LIFE THE FATHER OF MY CHILDREN! this is everything you could have asked for - vampire gf, halloween, smut, chess, love, lust, sharp teeth, birthday spence (if you want to fight in the comments about his bday date pls do but I'm not fighting with anybody. I know my truth.) also this is 1000th post on my blog. happy 1000 posts to me! there's so much to celebrate omg!!!
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The night draped itself around the room, thick and quiet, broken only by the deep, uneven breaths coming from Spencer as he lay on the leather couch. 
His face, usually so composed, was twisted in sleep, his chest rising and falling faster than usual.
You could hear the subtle hitch in his breathing, the rapid thrum of his pulse as it raced through his veins. The nightmare had its claws sunk deep into him, gripping and torturing him with no mercy. 
Your poor Spencer. 
If you could pull his nightmares into yourself, taking them into your mind just so he could get some rest, you would do it without a second thought.
Anything to grant him a night of peace. 
But you couldn’t. You were left watching.
The notion lingered in your mind, a bittersweet smile tugging at your lips. 
You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had the pleasure of a dream—or a nightmare. The release of sleep had been lost to you long ago, and so, too, the comfort it offered. It was a need you no longer possessed. 
But if you could make it yours for just a night, you’d take his burden without question.
You clung to those thoughts, using them as a fragile distraction, but the pull was impossible to ignore. 
Your senses flared, every inch of you attuned to the sharp, tantalizing scent of his elevated heartbeat. 
It tugged at something deep and primal, stirring a hunger that made your fangs press against your gums, threatening to emerge. 
Your mouth felt heavy, a bead of saliva pooling as the instinct to feed sharpened with each beat of his pulse, loud and insistent.
The temptation to move closer—to soothe him and to taste the warm blood rushing just beneath his skin—scratched at the edges of your self-control. 
But you held back, swallowing hard, anchoring yourself to the cool corner of his apartment. 
Instead, you stayed there, simply watching, willing yourself to be his silent guardian rather than the predator your body begged you to be.
You’d gone away to feed, filling yourself as much as possible, hoping it would dull the ache that his presence always stirred in you. 
Yet, what was the use? You could have drained the whole neighborhood, and still, the warm, honeyed scent of him would seep into your senses, making your mouth water.
His breathing quickened, his brow glistening with sweat as the dream tightened its grip on him. You felt the tension coiling in your muscles, the craving gnawing at you, but you stayed rooted, waiting. 
You wouldn’t wake him. Not like this.
Suddenly, Spencer gasped, his eyes snapping open, wide, and clouded with fear. He bolted upright, his hands trembling as he rubbed at his eyes, lost in the remnants of the nightmare. 
He didn’t see you. 
He just sat there, breathing, his chest rising and falling in shallow waves. 
You felt a pang of doubt—maybe you shouldn’t have come. Maybe he didn’t want to see you tonight. But you needed to.
“Spence…” you said softly.
His head whipped toward the sound, eyes wide with surprise as they landed on you in the corner of the room, near the open window. The one he always left cracked just a bit, so you could slip in whenever you wanted.
“Hi. Sorry… have you been here long?” His voice was rough, edged with lingering panic. He blinked, processing your sudden appearance, and you could see a flicker of fear before something softer settled in as he took you in.
Stepping forward from the shadows, you softened your gaze, a faint smile curling at your lips. “Are you okay?”
Spencer rubbed his eyes, still trying to shake what was left of his nightmare, but the fear clung to him like a fog. 
His pulse had slowed, though not entirely back to normal. He glanced at you again, the dim light catching your eyes as you stepped closer.
"Do you want to talk about it?" you asked gently, your voice low and soothing.
He shook his head, his lips pressing into a tight line. "No," he mumbled, his tone making it clear he didn’t want to revisit whatever had plagued his sleep.
You watched him for a moment, a soft sigh escaping your lips. "Um… Happy Halloween," you said, a playful note in your voice as you tried to shift the mood. "It’s past midnight, and… it’s your favorite holiday."
A small, almost reluctant smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"And… happy belated birthday," you added, softer this time, your gaze dropping for a moment. "I’m sorry I wasn’t here."
He tilted his head slightly, curious but not pressing as you trailed off, leaving your apology unfinished. 
The truth was, it had been too sunny lately. Those bright days always left you weaker, and hungrier, and each one had chipped away at your control bit by bit. 
You hadn’t fed properly in days—it had been too risky to stay close to him, not with your hunger simmering just beneath the surface, ready to snap. You needed to leave, find solitude, and regain your balance before the temptation grew too strong to resist. 
To resist him.
"I had to go for a bit," you continued after a pause, your voice carrying a hint of something unspoken, "but I’m here now."
Spencer nodded a flicker of understanding in his eyes. Though you could sense his quiet curiosity, he didn't push for more. 
Instead, he glanced at you, his body slowly unwinding, the tension softening from his shoulders. 
“Thanks… for the birthday wishes,” he murmured, his voice gentler now. “And for being here.” His gaze drifted to your hands, clasped behind your back, curiosity sparking in his eyes.
“Oh… this is for you,” you said, noticing his furrowed brows.
From behind your back, you pulled out a neatly wrapped package and handed it to him. “I got you something,” you added softly.
Spencer looked surprised, his brow lifting slightly as he took the gift from your hands. His fingers brushed the wrapping, hesitantly and carefully, before gently peeling it open. 
When he saw the chess set nestled inside, a genuine smile broke across his face, softening his features.
“A new set,” he murmured, clearly pleased. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”
The pieces and board glistened under the dim light, beautifully crafted. One set of pieces was clear and entirely transparent, like glass, while the other was foggy, milky white—elegant and striking in their contrast, each piece glinting with a subtle shimmer.
You returned his smile, a flicker of warmth rising in your chest. “Do you want to play?” you asked gently, knowing it might help calm him after the nightmare.
His face lit up even more at the suggestion. “Absolutely! I’d love to!” he replied eagerly, his earlier tension melting away.
With a huge grin spreading across your face, you took the chess set from his hands and finished unwrapping it, satisfaction bubbling inside you as you realized your plan had worked. It wasn’t complicated; all you wanted was to see him tonight, for him to like the gift, and to share just one game. 
You didn’t ask for much, especially since you knew you were putting him in danger. He might not fully understand the risks, yet he still seemed to want to be with you for some reason.
Deep down, a twinge of guilt gnawed at you. It always did. Burden and comfort simultaneously—that’s what he was to you.
You felt so deeply for him, even as you knew it didn’t make sense. This couldn’t last—not with your world and his being so different.
If you were any smarter, you would have disappeared from his life long ago. But how could you? You understood each other so well, and the thought of letting that go felt unbearable. 
Not now, at least.
You knew you would have to leave and never come back someday, but for now, all you wanted was this game of chess.
Spencer rubbed his face with his hands, pushing his hair back in a familiar gesture. He was still dressed in his button-up shirt and suit pants, the remnants of a long day he must have had.
He settled onto the couch in front of the coffee table, and you took a seat on the opposite side, on the floor, keeping your distance, carefully moving a few books to make space for the chessboard. 
As you began to gracefully arrange the pieces, a mix of excitement and sorrow washed over you. You loved him and these moments so much, but they were fleeting, it would all be over soon.
Spencer watched you intently, a flicker of admiration in his eyes. “You start,” he said, his voice low and inviting.
“Okay.” You quickly made your move, pushing a pawn forward with a sense of purpose.
“Opening with the pawns, huh?” he remarked, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.
“Gotta start somewhere,” you replied, leaning in slightly, feeling the familiar thrill of competition.
He took a moment, his brow furrowed in concentration. Then, with a graceful motion, he moved his knight.
You tilted your head, examining his choice. “Using your knight so soon?” you teased, fingers hovering over a piece. 
“Sometimes, it's good to make unexpected moves,” he replied, glancing up at you with that curious glint in his eye.
You smirked, nudging another pawn forward. “Oh, I’m unpredictable, too, don’t worry.”
The game stretched on until, finally, the inevitable checkmate descended. Spencer’s triumphant smile faded as he glanced from the board to you, sensing the end not just of the game.
You let out a soft sigh, letting the moment linger before standing. “Well, I should probably get going,” you murmured, already feeling the tug to stay just a little longer.
He met your gaze, a flicker of something in his eyes, “You don’t have to leave yet,” he said softly, almost as if hoping to halt time.
You stood up, feeling a mix of reluctance and responsibility. ”Spencer…”
He rose with you, his expression shifting from playful to earnest. 
He reached out, gently grasping your hand, his touch sending a warm shiver through you. “Can you stay a little longer? It’s still a long time until dawn.”
You hesitated, caught in the depths of his gaze. “I don’t know, Spence. It’s better if I—”
Before you could finish, he stepped closer, capturing your lips with his. 
You felt his warm lips on yours and then his tongue between your lips. Your own must feel so cold, you thought, pulling back instinctively.
“Sorry,” you murmured, unable to meet his gaze. 
You’d kissed before, but you still couldn’t shake the thought of how strange it must feel for him—your cool skin, so different from his warmth.
“What are you sorry for? I kissed you,” he replied, his voice soft but steady.
“I just… I must feel so cold, so unpleasant to touch.”
He persistently searched and held your gaze as he reached up, cupping your face in his hands. “You’re the most pleasant thing I’ve ever touched,” he said, sincerity lighting his eyes.
A soft laugh escaped you, and you looked away, feeling vulnerable under his intense eyes.
“I mean it,” he whispered, guiding your gaze back to him.
Before you could think of a reply, he kissed you again, his lips gentle but insistent, stealing away any protests that lingered on the edge of your mind. 
You knew you shouldn’t, that maybe you should pull away. 
But maybe just for a moment, you could allow him to make you feel good. Allow yourself to be held by him. Allow him to have you.
“Could we at least try? I trust you,” he murmured against your lips as he slowly guided you both toward the couch.
“You shouldn’t…” you whispered between kisses, even as he sat down and pulled you onto his lap.
“But I do,” he said, his voice filled with certainty. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing your body close against his chest, his lips trailing from your cheek down to your neck, kissing softly again and again.
His hands traveled up your back, slipping beneath your shirt, fingers pressing into your skin. 
You buried your hands in his hair and leaned your head against his. Careful though not to bring your face too close to his neck. You could still smell him very well, too well. 
You had to move away.
You dropped your head back, unable to stifle the moan that escaped you as his lips found the other side of your throat, leaving slow, heated kisses, each one like a spark against your cool skin. 
You could smell him—his blood coursing just beneath the surface, its pulse throbbing under your palms. You could practically feel it moving through his veins.
You closed your eyes, reminding yourself you didn’t have to breathe. 
You could handle this, you told yourself. You would handle this if it meant giving him what he needed. 
You’d give him anything.
With determination equal to the tide returning to shore, you stopped your breathing and brought your hands to his face, kissing him deeply. 
Your lips met his again and again, his summer-warm mouth against your winter-cold one. His rosy pink, blushing skin contrasted with your own.
His hands moved up to cup your breast, fingers gentle yet firm, and you gasped into his mouth, a new surge of desire spiraling through you. 
You dreamt about this. 
You needed this—sometimes, it felt like you needed him even more than blood itself. Nights were spent wanting him, aching for what you knew could never, and should never, happen.
Every time his warm hands found yours, your dead heart seemed to beat again, pulsing with something that should be forgotten. 
For these past few months, that desire had coiled tighter within you, growing.
And it felt like the same was true for him, both of you caught in a spiral of longing—desperate, demanding, on the verge of breaking.
His fingers continued exploring beneath your shirt, his touch warm and insistent, and you let yourself lean into it, your hands slipping down to the buttons of his dress shirt. 
One by one, you undid them, your fingers brushing against his chest, feeling his heartbeat unsteady and strong beneath your touch.
Spencer’s hands left your back briefly to help you, sliding the shirt from his shoulders and tossing it aside before his hands found you again, this time tugging your shirt up over your head. 
He took in the sight of you, his gaze trailing over every inch as his hands followed, gentle but reverent. 
His lips found your shoulder, pressing kisses down along your collarbone, igniting shivers you have not felt in years.
You let your fingers drift to his belt, undoing it slowly, deliberately, as his hands roamed up your sides, tracing over every curve, sending your dead pulse racing. 
He leaned back slightly, watching you, his breath a little unsteady as he helped slide the belt free. 
The pull between you both was intense and undeniable, and you wanted him more than words could say.
You stood up, slipping out of the last of your clothes and letting them fall to the floor, baring yourself completely before him. 
Spencer’s gaze traveled slowly over your body, studying every inch with quiet admiration. 
His eyes softened and his voice was almost a whisper as he said, “You’re beautiful… so incredibly beautiful.”
A thrill ran through you at his words, and you returned to him, straddling his lap again, feeling the heat of his skin against yours. 
His breathing quickened as you reached between you both, freeing him from his pants. 
His cock, hard and ready, brushed against you, and you guided him to your entrance, sinking onto him slowly, already wet and done. 
His head fell back, a deep groan escaping him, and you began to move, setting a rhythm that made both of you shudder with each slow, intense movement.
As you rode him, lost in the rhythm and warmth of his body, you found yourself leaning in, your lips grazing the curve of his neck. 
Just one inhale.
Just one. 
Unintentional but all-consuming.
The rush of his scent, his blood beneath the surface, hit you like a shock. 
You pushed against his chest, pushing him back just enough to keep the warmth of his heart at arm’s length, your palm firm against his skin to hold him there as you continued moving, keeping that tantalizing closeness but staying just far enough away.
He looked at you, a flicker of confusion, and then something darker, more intense. “Bite me,” he whispered, eyes heavy-lidded, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.
You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head as you kept riding him, a playful deflection. 
But his hand came up, covering yours against his chest, his gaze steady. “I’m serious,” he murmured, his voice low and certain—an invitation and a plea.
“It’s my birthday,” he added softly, almost as if admitting it to himself.
You couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “It’s not anymore,” you murmured.
“Please,” he whispered, his eyes locked onto yours, the weight of his plea stirring something deep within you. 
His words sent a thrill through you, and though you kept your rhythm steady, you couldn’t deny the pull of his request, the way it made your dead heart somehow pound.
“What if I can’t stop?” you asked, the question trembling on your lips.
He met your gaze, unwavering. “I don’t care. And I trust you. I know you’ll stop,” he replied, his voice thick with sincerity, a quiet confidence. 
You could see it in his eyes—how serious he was, how much he wanted this. 
The hunger you felt mingled with a deep longing, and you took a deep breath just to taste him again on your tongue. 
Just his smell - so intense, so delicious. 
It filled your senses, intoxicating and overwhelming. 
Just one bite, you thought. 
Just one gulp from his beautiful neck.
Just one. He offered. 
How could you say no? 
Just one.
You leaned in, tilting your head to the side of his throat, your lips brushing against his warm skin. 
The world around you faded, leaving only the thundering of his heart and the fast pulse beneath your lips. 
You could taste him already, your senses heightened as you studied the soft skin of his neck, your fingers grazing it gently. 
His hair fell across it gracefully, and you tucked the strands behind his ear with one hand, tilting his head slightly to expose more of his throat with the other
You leaned in closer, your fangs barely grazing his skin, lingering there as a silent promise. 
You could stop. 
You would stop.
You could feel his breath hitch as you bit down gently at first, savoring the moment, but soon sank your teeth in deeper, taking two swift gulps. 
The metallic richness flooded your mouth, a heady mix of sweetness and warmth that sent a jolt of pleasure through your entire dead being. 
You pulled away, blood glistening on your lips and covering his skin.
He kept staring at you, but your eyes were fixed on the red streaming slowly down his neck, covering the small punctures you’d left in the perfect spot. 
His blood still lingered in your mouth, and you savored it, licking your lips and teeth, gathering every last bit before swallowing.
A low, involuntary moan escaped as the taste stayed on your tongue, the richness of him filling you in more ways than one.
Without thinking, you leaned down, your lips tracing his chest, shoulder, and neck as you licked the blood from his skin, savoring every last drop of him.
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