#but hi satan

[mirthlxss]

Baseball Price unhinged drabble

This is such a out of fucking character, indulgent post but @joebeargraves started this with her BASEBALL stuffs and little story and suddenly now this has happened, I had no choice really. This is dedicated to you my lovely hoe, hope it helps ;)

Purely indulgent drabble down below, smutty and probably completely filled with incorrect baseball terms.

warnings: eighteen +, goes without saying. light degradation, fem!reader, lil spank, just general demon behaviour you get it.

John Price is the meanest pitcher in the league, the way he rockets those balls with such malice completely contrasts with the build-up before he pitches. There’s always steely silence in the crowd as they watch his preparations, feet steadily planted on the dirt mound as he brings his throwing hand up to his mouth. One long, languid lick across the tips of his fingers, a short huff of air. 

“Better grip.” He’d grumble when you asked about it after your first time watching him. The tension thrums through your body, every game, every time. Thighs clenched, he’d raise his digits and lick, you’d swear John would flicker his gaze upward to you in the crowd, and your heartbeat would drop down to your knickers. 

The ace in his team, you always knew that one day you’d surprise him with new merchandise. Price could barely keep himself contained when he finally came on field, the white-hot summer sun blazing down, doing nothing to help his case. The way you fanned yourself on the stands, his old jersey clinging to your breasts, the jostling sway of each desperate waft. The second your eyes clapped onto him it was over, shot up in your seat, bouncing up and down like you hadn’t already caught his attention. 

He’d bombed the game, furious of course. You liked him angry, though this was new, the clear diversion of your devotion had stumped him completely. It was routine to clamber down from the stands and meet your pitcher by the players changing rooms, cheer and congratulate him before he went in. This was new, desperate grasp on your waist, the rushed snarl that left him as Price barrelled you inside the changing room, shoving and herding you past the lockers and showers. You stumbled ungraciously into a dim corner, John crowding you with his gait, panting harshly as his hungry gaze ripped you apart.

“Can’t fucking concentrate.” Hoarse growl, a clue to his crumbling psyche. His lips crushed onto yours in a bruising kiss, the hands on your waist dragging you forward to meet his hips, cock strained hard against the material of his uniform. He’d barely been able to hide it during the game, head swimming with the image of you in his jersey.

He took you in the corner, rough and barely lucid as the whistling of his fellow teammates made no difference to the volume of his pleasured grunts, the jersey stayed on, of course. 

“Such a supportive little slut, aren’t you?” 

“Pretty girl putting me off my game huh, it’s a good thing I love this little hole so much.” 

“Wanna come for me? No chance love, can’t decide if you need punishing or not.” 

He’d fill you up thick and fast, pulling out with a sordid slap on your bare arse. His hand soon followed, pushing up into the sopping cavern he’d ploughed into, fingers plugging his cum in as you shook against the wall, cheek pressed against the cool tile. 

“Grind.” 

His fingers left you, soon to be replaced with the smooth sensation of wood. You look down to find yourself clenching over his baseball bat, white already smearing over it as he pushed it back and forth between your legs, angling it just right. The motion dragged it dangerously slow against your clit, already raw from the relentless fuck he’d sprung upon you. 

John made you ride the bat until you came, shamelessly grinding yourself into it as he supported you from behind, twisting and thrusting the implement in time with your needy pulses. Only when he was satisfied with hearing your sweet little drawls did he let you collapse back onto him. 

Finishing up with a soft smack as he slapped the sticky bat against your core, pulling the bat away and bringing it up to his readied tongue, licking the wood clean of your juices. 

[bruciemilf]

I think it’d be so funny if Bruce just refuses to disclose the existence of Robin to the league. He knows it’d take less than a minute for them to form a wicked mock club against him.

Except he just? Carries Robin around. Under that endless void that is his cape. Clark pinches the stress point between his brows. “Batman, is that a child under your cape?”

“No.”

“Bruce I can HEAR his heartbeat.”

“I think the long exposure to kryptonite partially damaged your brain. There is no child here, Clark.”

“He’s literally drinking Barry’s coffee right now.”

“He’s WHAT-“

[grinu]

what the rin

[kabukiaku]

NEW GUY IS HERE!!!!

[journey-to-the-attic]

"am i really that old?" lucifer wonders on the train later

(you've probably seen them already but references taken from this post + the original tweet)

-> the follow-up

[snail-shell2335]

satanized

(based on that one photo of terzo)

[springgonyoyos]

Actually dying what in the world am I doing, this meme was too funny

Have another cracked meme, please enjoy thank you orz

(And no way am I drawing Lucifer again, so png it was)

[afabtwink]

“OLROX IS A SERPENT, AND MIZRAK IS A CHRISTIAN. SO HE’S BOTH A LITERAL TEMPTATION, AND FROM MIZRAK’S CHRISTIAN LENS, THE SYMBOL OF TEMPTATION FROM THE SCRIPTURES. HE CONSIDERS OLROX INHERENTLY EVIL FOR WHAT HE IS, LIKE HOW HE VIEWS HIMSELF BECAUSE OF HIS FAITH. IT’S TRAGIC BUT ALSO HORNY AT THE SAME TIME.”

[featheredcrowbones]

the cast of OM after my MC makes them gayer except for the kids whose only worries are crayons and cookie dough

[stressghoul]

hey team WHAT THE FUCK

x

[zephyrchama]

Satan doesn't like people borrowing his books without permission. For obvious reasons. His brothers are hooligans that will lose, sell, or otherwise destroy his collection. If they want to read something of his that isn't commonly available, they better have a good reason for it.

Satan also tends to stick things in the pages of his books. Knowing someone else is going to read it allows him to check things before they get lent out. There are often receipts, usually for the book itself or something else purchased on the same day, and fliers or notices for some long-passed event. Old homework and cheap bookmarks are also common. There may be notes from his brothers, himself, or - most importantly - you.

Pressed flowers that you gathered for him, a dried leaf you once picked out of his hair. A pencil sketch he did of you when you weren't looking, and a silly doodle you did of him when he was having a particularly bad day. Satan hides his cherished memories in his books, away from others. Safe.

(You would be the one exception to his borrowing rule, except Satan doesn't want you getting cursed. That would be bad. Cursed tomes make up a good chunk of his collection. You still have to ask him if you want to read something, if only so you don't wind up getting trapped or transformed, and he can stay informed of your interests.)

[shootingstarrfish]

a family who loves you

[sweet-marigold]

Fizzarozzie week day 3: sins!!!

They’re very excited to meet fizz ^ ^

[punishedby-love]

Happy Friday, hope everyone has a wonderful weekend.

More here.

[journey-to-the-attic]

"karasu search how 2 cheer human up"

"karasu search difference between sad human and zoning out human"

"karasu search how long is it safe for humans to zone out for?"

(+ a longer look at each scene:)

[pyrophantom]

Amber Heard moved to Madrid after enduring abuse and a paid smear campaign that resulted in death threats towards her and her baby.

Now "victim" Johnny Depp is all over Spain and living temporarily in Madrid trying to revive his career.

This is creepy stalkerish behavior.