#i don't know what this is

[tardxsblues]

We don't need heaven, we don't need hell. They're toxic. We need to get away from them -- just be an us.

[luxmoogle]

Spooky little bat. ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦇⋅ ☆

[comeonblub]

saw this post, couldn't help myself. this would literally be the outcome

[sukunasdirtylaugh]

"you know I'd do anything for you."

"ken..."

"I mean it," the yakuza boss persists, leaning forward as the two of you sit in the comfort of your shared matrimonial bed, 4 months of marriage with yet no arguments to be seen (to the surprise of everyone around you: maids, friends, your mother, and you). kento has been all the accommodating in this transition. even when he knew half your heart did not want to settle in like this, in this world.

"you don't have to say that," you hope the softness in your voice can lessen the weight of your words, "we don't have to do this... thing,"

"does my desire to put myself at your will make you uncomfortable?"

"i-it's not that-"

"then will you allow me?" he asks, "not as my wife, but as you," the way he says your name makes your heart skip a beat, your throat contracts as he leaves you with a question you were not expecting.

"I don't know what you're asking of me." you almost flinch when he sighs, fearing you've made this entirely worse, but at your question, your husband takes your hands in his.

"allow me to join you for brunch," you know exactly what he means by this. every saturday, you liked to eat outside the porch. with a book in hand or a pen, you used these objects as a means of comfort.

you now realize he was trying to be the same.

"okay," you breathe, sighing shakily as you nod. "do you... want to start tomorrow?" he nods.

"I'd like that, thank you."

[nf-o]

cones...？

[alexandriaellisart]

lavender

[pricegouge]

unfortunately due to @quarterlifekitty @angellake and @fulltacs yammering at me about these posts, i can't stop thinking about price and a little fairy sized reader so uh. here's this very specific ass thing.

unlucky foot

cw: f!reader. microphilia, abduction, dubcon/noncon, overstimulation, objectification, orgasm control. oral, but make it as weird as possible i guess. noncon bodymod. he's cut off her wings but it's off-screen and not described. extremely wrong fairy lore MDNI

his name is price. you've only gathered that recently, after overhearing so many of his conversations. he'd never bothered to introduce himself, had simply snuck up on you in his garden one day, sudden shadow eclipsing the warm wash of sun over your naked skin the only warning you got before he'd snatched you up in rough fingers, his grip crumpling a wing so you couldn't escape even of you'd managed to wriggle your way free. he'd since cut them off entirely, a phantom ache in your back every time your nerves kick in, make you flighty.

well, try to, at least.

mankind has a way of stripping the world around them bare, taking the essence of creature and leaving it limping away. call it a mercy to have let it live. rabbits and their feet, etcetera. fairy honey - the slick that drips from between your thighs, nectar-sweet and filled with the addictive zing of magic - is your unlucky foot. it's what got you caught in the first place, got the freedom of mobility ripped from you. your trapper even wears it like a status symbol.

you've met other unfortunate fairies since being with him. they all stared at you in pity from between the bars of the cages they were locked in. price didn't even bother with one, kept you tucked into his breast pocket when not in use because he knew you would never make it far. a fall from his pocket alone might kill you, the towering beast. still, the pocket is preferable. a lack of wings isn't the only thing that draws pity from your fellow captives.

"me, ah like mah honey best in mah tea," the man declares. soap, price has called him. an odd name for such a vulgar man. "perfect amount of sweetness. an' my girl, she's always ripe first thing in the morn'."

the girl tosses her head at his words, embarrassed. or maybe at his ministrations, blunt fingertip working between her legs as she arches and cried under him, her honey leaking onto his finger, copious enough it drips down to his knuckle when he leaves her squirming, unsatisfied, just to swirl his dirty finger into his steaming drink. you hope it burns, sloughs his finger tip right off. he barely even flinches.

on the table, shaking pleasure, his girl composes herself enough to try crawling away. she doesn't make it very far before being dumped back into her cage, but even still you envy her.

price's teeth clench around you, blunted edges of his molars dimpling your skin, holding you in place off to the side of his mouth so he can use his tongue for its intended purpose for once, growling a response in a voice deep enough to rattle around your skull. you don't think you'll ever be used to it. "don't need all the fanfare."

by fanfare he means food. drink, maybe. anything to dilute the potency. most humans, they milk their girls much like soap had, work them until their shaking in overstimulation and dripping like a font. price had never bothered with the middle man, preferred a direct line to his greatest addiction, kept you tucked under his tongue more often than not, the itchy hairs of his mustache tickling your nipples. he'd suck on you occasionally, tongue your cunt as an afterthought when he remembered you weren't one of the thick cigars he sometimes smoked - that you needed more to give him what he wanted. at least he's quite accommodating, when he does remember.

soap reminds him, it seems, his throaty groan when he tips back his cup enough to have price hollowing his cheeks. your cunt pulses lazily, the traitor, skin gone sensitive and pruney with his saliva. he's been doing this all morning, sufficing himself on the slow leak of honey he draws from you rather than a proper dose. you kick at him feebly, one leg trapped between his teeth as the other tries to fend off his tongue. he's well-used to your antics by now, simply shifts you up to roof of his mouth so your soft belly scrapes threateningly across his incisors before letting you settle into the bowl of his jaw. his tongue widens when he pulls it back towards his throat, bullies into your core until you're bandy-legged, sprawled so wide around the muscle that your toes catch on his molars. he suckles at you again, hard. enough so that you can feel it tugging at every inch of you, enough that it draws you minutely further into his mouth. his lips are soft, slick. not the worst thing he's ever slid you across.

"likes tha', does she?"

price shrugs, pushes you off to the side of his mouth again. "likes it enough," he replies, much to soap's amusement, and works his tongue against you expertly as if to prove his point. it's hard to stay stoic even when you want to, his tongue so hot and overwhelming. you're too busy trying to keep your moans stifled to notice how he twists you, rolling your around until his bottom teeth dig up under your ribs, uncomfortable enough that you try to push against his chin just to keep your weight off them.

he doesn't make you suffer for long, at least. a hairy finger wedges under your belly, another hooking over your back. he pulls you from between his teeth like he'd hold a cigar, your plump ass on display for him when your legs fall from his mouth. you hang there, limp, the fight gone from you even as you can't meet the other fairy's eyes. you just want to cum, want him to return you to his pocket so you can burrow into the warmth of it and hide your naked body from his friend's prying eyes. instead, he twists his hand around to show soap the shine of your honey leaking from your cunt, graciously offers the man a taste.

you shudder and huff when soap's tongue drags over you, face burning with the realization that price doesn't even care enough to notice your pleasure.

soap groans again, deeper than before, like he suddenly finds his tea insufficient. "got ye'self a sweet one," he praises, and john hums in agreement, thumbs some more slick from your cunt just to lick it clean.

"and pretty," he adds, turning you about on his palm so he can show you off properly, callused finger ghosting over your exposed belly. "could use some piercings, though, what do you think? get her nipples done so i don't harm my teeth... get her a nice chain. could turn her into a necklace."

[tommylovingho]

[konigsblog]

simon riley's the man to tease you, calling you silly names that are so loving and adoring, an inside joke between the two of you.

perhaps he'll call you sugar because of that time you spilt sugar all over the ground, desperately trying to clean it all up without him knowing because you thought he'd think you were stupid...

although, simon just shook his head chucking and vacuumed it up instead, watching you pick up every grain of sugar was making him die on the insides.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Eddie: Permission to date your platonic soulmate, Buckley?

Robin: Permission denied!

Eddie: Why?!

Robin: I just watched you shave your eyebrows out of pure boredom!

Eddie: It wasn't because of boredom! It was because you told me that all eyebrows look like caterpillars! You know caterpillars freak me out!

Robin: That was days ago, and I was high!

Eddie: And I've been having nightmares ever since! So. . .let me get this straight. . . I can't ask out your best friend because I shaved my eyebrows?

Robin: I can't take the risk that you won't shave his eyebrows in his sleep.

Eddie: Seriously?

Robin: You are not to go near Steve or his eyebrows. Permission still denied.

Steve walked into Eddie's trailer, carrying bags of food.

Steve: I got the food. . . Eddie, where the fuck are your eyebrows?!

Eddie: *panicked* Robin told me that all eyebrows look like caterpillars!

Steve: Why would you do that? You know he's scared of caterpillars!

Steve disappeared into the bathroom.

Eddie: What are you doing?

Steve: Shaving my eyebrows! The things that I do for you!

Robin: *rolls eyes* Fine! Permission granted, but you never needed it in the first place, *with affection* freak.

Eddie: But Dustin said -

Robin: Dustin was fucking with you!

Eddie: Damnit!

[osmanthus-wine-addiction]

Imagine Zhongli and you are in an established relationship. Aside from the occasional charging boar he needs to put a spear in while enjoying strolls with you, he's adjusting pretty well to mundane life.

Enter a very competitive Childe who decides he's going to steal the ex-Geo Archon's lover to piss him off. Zhongli refuses to fight him, but he's determined. Every other attempt to get the retired god to engage with him in battle has failed because Zhongli's too busy enjoying the soft life with you.

Childe finally succeeds in pissing him off. You actually manage to distract the redhead from his obsession with your lover. The Harbinger is a bit smitten with you himself after weeks of invested effort, falling into his own messily executed trap. He's caught redhanded flirting with and trying to seduce you with his boyish charms, but instead of getting a proper fight, he gets "disciplined" by an angry and jealous Zhongli while you sip tea and watch the rascal get served his just desserts.

[staygoldfics]

Darry Curtis has a secret stash of candy, well technically he found his parents stash of old Halloween candy but his brothers and the gang eat literally anything they find in the house so Darry makes the stash his own. It's what their parents would've wanted.

[nyttedryst]

You swear people are being delusional about him. Sukuna have been nothing but nice to you ever since you talked to him, sure the tattoos screamed danger but he was nothing like that. Silly people! telling you how scary and toxic your boyfriend is when he is just the sweetest.

Sukuna who just simply changes persona whenever your gentle and bubbly ass appear. He's holding someone by the collar then once you appear he's suddenly just helping them get up. Every insults he used to spit without a thought, now he force to swallow. The supposedly punch, landing as a playful pat just because you are there.

Mhmm, surely he's nothing alike the people says. Everyone have a say in everything anyways and jokes on them, you're not that dumb nor naive to easily believe them.

He flip position, suddenly laying you on your back gently putting you down on the bed while roughly thrusting in and out. You're crying out and gripping the sheets yet he managed to still be gentle with you, not to your cunt but he's gentle to you. His thrusts didn't lose a beat as he grabbed a pillow putting it underneath your head as he lowly groan, managing to prioritize your comfort even if he's balls deep in you.

"Open up and swallow Precious." He ordered drinking some water before leaning down, transfering it to you to prevent your throat from drying out like he's not fucking your brain's out. He smirks as he pulled back, watching how the rest of the water drips down to your cheeks to your hair.

"That's my girl, you're so good to me." He coos as you whined arching you back. His digits gently pulling back the strays of hair sticking to your forehead moist from your sweat.

"Let me take care of you Precious... My Precious." Sukuna whispered, holding your leg and placing it on his shoulder. Earning a groan from him from the way your velvet walls perfectly wrapped around him, like you're made for him; destined for him and him only.

See? Nothing like what people say.

[ourfavoritetorturedwriter]

[violent138]

Something maybe only I and like three Gotham Rogues will be thinking about is that Batman gets a kid, you eagerly await to hear his Bat-themed name (you know after the Batmobile, Batarang, Batsignal you think this one's Batson/Batchild/Pup if you wanna get scientific) and the name's Robin. Okay whatever, we got a bit of a rebel going against the whole Batmotif or whatever, and then comes Batgirl (back on track). Then the next one is Robin again, Robin 3.0, Red Hood, Red Robin, Robin (though this one definitely could've run with a Bat-themed name based on the outfit), Spoiler, Robin Orphan Black Bat Batgirl (most of which make sense), and then Signal.

Conclusion: kids really didn't take after Batdad much.