#married bussy

[catboygirljoker]

i think about xigbar too much and often find myself wondering how many of his lives he ended up in a serious relationship/marriage, whether out of genuine feelings on his end or convenience or "my vessel was close to them, it'd be too suspicious to cut it off" like on one hand he doesn't strike me as the most monogamous or traditional-relationship loving man and like he has no issue faking his death to get out of things. on the other, when you live for centuries, what's a few decades with someone you like? i am also looking at him with rose-tinted glasses because i am horngry for that old man

YEAH i get you.... like, xigbar seems like a dick who wouldn't be interested in that kind of close relationship with someone, but xigbar is luxu after centuries of life, and also not long after the events of Dark Road—i think it's perfectly reasonable to imagine that when we see him as xigbar, luxu is at the end of his downward arc as a character, and that earlier in life he might have been a nicer person who was more open to those kinds of relationships!

however i have also joked before that if luxu has always had trouble getting close to people, and if he determined early on that it's not worth the effort to try to stay "in character" as his vessel...that maybe xigbar has gotten divorced more times than he's gotten married

[hauntingblue]

Max and anne I am holding you both carefully in my hands

[lostalioth]

𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬

→ premise: at the club where you danced it wasn’t unusual for you to have regulars, they were normally gross married men but there was one regular that stood out from the rest, your favorite. a grumpy ‘business’ man with a black metal arm.

→ pairing: mob!bucky barnes x dancer!fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, lap dance, choking, grinding/dry humping, nicknames [sweetness, sugar, princess], reader calls bucky mr. barnes & james, whore is used in a derogatory way once at reader, violent language used once, mention of a gun + description of it aimed at someone, mob!bucky but he’s described more as a ‘bussiness’ man sooo, and reader is described as dancing sexually for/on men.

→ a/n: kinktober 15

You were Bucky's favorite.

Now he’d never visited many clubs like yours for anything other than business meetings. The men he was making deals with often picked the spots, he merely indulged their requests so they'd be more willing to fulfill his and do business with him. After a client requests they meet at your club ‘the spades’ however he finds himself coming far more often than just his everyday dealings. All for the pretty little dancer wearing black and gold on stage.

Bucky swears the moment he laid eyes on you, that you were made for him. He made an arrangement with the owner to allow him to do his work out of the club sometimes. Part of that deal included that everytime he came in, he’d request you. If you weren't working that day he told the other dancers not to bother him, he wanted you, only you. And when you were busy the owner tried offering him the services of another dancer for the time being. Bucky simply threw the combined money it was to pay for his session and pay for the gentlemen’s session you were with to end. “I want her, just her” he explained leaning back against the cushioned bench in a private room he often occupied paying the other dancer no mind as she huffed lightly and walked away.

Unbeknownst to Bucky, you had taken note of which days he’d come in to do business and started to request those days to work instead of your regular schedule. Happily indulging the mysterious man's request for you everytime. The other girls were often pissy at you for it, not understanding why he never requested any of them. He was a very attractive man, far more attractive than any of your usual grimy regulars that they had to deal with. He often tipped you far above the price for a dance session as well, slipping a few extra hundreds into your bra with a cocky smirk.

The cycle has been going on for around 4 almost 5 months now and as each week has passed you learnt more and more about him. First it was basic stuff like his age and his name even his birthday as he came to the club on the day for it.

“You’re the only birthday present I need sugar” his face holding that signature cocky smirk although under his usual deep sometimes sarcastic tone you could hear the sincerity. “Guess I’ve gotta treat ya’ extra special for tonight’s dance huh?” You smile in return trying to ignore your heart skipping a beat.

Then eventually you learned things like how he always was packing a piece everywhere he went, but you had never felt it before cause he takes it off before you come to him. You learned where he kept it when one drunk guy got too aggressive with you when you tried ending his session because Bucky had walked in. The guy was pulling you back to him with an extra hard grip on your arm.

“Uh- sir you're not allowed to grab the dancers..” you explain, a slight edge to your voice you were nervous. He was grumbling something about how you weren't done and if he was gonna pay that much for a whore to dance then she should at least finish. You couldn't tell as it was all coming out a gargled slurred mess. Bucky had come over to break it up, or well break it up his way. Pulling his gun out on the guy, pointing it towards his head as he rested a hand on your lower back. “If you don‘t let go of her in the next few seconds, your brains are gonna be splattered across the stage and that dancer's feet up there. Do we understand each other?” He explained in an oddly calm tone, everybody else in the club was frozen, even the owner and the guards, they all knew not to mess with Bucky. Safe to say the man let go and hadn’t come back to your club after that. And you tried your hardest not to let bucky feel the fact your core was soaking wet as you danced on him after that altercation. He could very much tell, it was hard not to and it sent an ache straight to his cock, he loved that him protecting you and threatening the man got you all riled up.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ♤ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

You were currently dancing up on the long runway stage that ran down the middle of the club, sexy slow music that was playing filled the room alongside drunk men hooting and hollering at you. As you bent over at the waist rolling your hips and showing off your plump ass to the crowd earning you even louder wolf whistles you notice Bucky walk in. The end of the stage facing the front door, you smile lightly. You tried to push it down but an odd happiness always filled your body when he came in, maybe it was just because he was more entertaining than any of your other regulars or the fact he was sweet on you. You didn't know what it was but you’d much rather entertain him than the hammered bachelor party that was sitting as close as they could be to the stage.

Snapping back up facing away from the group of men you walk back up the stage with a sway in your hips making your way off it. Bucky secretly loved it every time you’d leave what you were doing to come to him, he was your priority the second he’d walk in and you made the other customers know it. Grabbing a hold of his hand you drag him along behind you still swaying your hips softly in rhythm with the music.

Bucky never let anyone tell him what to do ever, let alone drag him anywhere but he swears you hypnotize him with your hips rocking side to side. If you asked him to in that sweet tone of yours while batting your eyelashes at him he’d kill someone, anyone in a heartbeat. You barely even have to drag him along as you make your way towards the private room he always used, using your grip however to pull him in the room, closing the curtain and placing him down on the velvet cushioned seat.

“Always know just what I want the second I walk in huh sweetness?” He coos, his eyes roaming your body as you sway around in front him giving him a whole 360 view of your skimpy outfit. You were wearing black and gold again, you wore the combination of colors more often once you noticed the fact it matched his metal prosthetic as well as when he told you they were his favorite colors on you.

“Of course Mr. Barnes” you smile at him, slowly making your way closer resting your mancuried hands down on his thighs running them up painfully slow. “I told you that ya’ can call me James, princess” he tsks and slightly shakes his head as his body relaxes under your touch. Bending over you lean in closer, your face inches away from his, his whiskey and cool mint breath wafting through your nose and your addictive perfume filling Buckys. “Okay Jamesss..” you drag out his name giving it an emphasis that makes his cock ache as it falls past your lips and his breath hitch in his throat. You smirk and spin your body around to continue dancing and rub your ass lightly over his thighs as your hands grip onto them. Slowly you snap back up to stand straight in front of him, your body between his now spread out thighs. Running your hands along your body as you dance, down your sides and over your ass as your hips move and whine. His hands brush over your hips and up your sides as you dance on his lap, even brushing over yours, goosebumps rising on your skin under his touch.

Swaying and spinning around again before you get too lost in his touch, making him drop his hands you turn to face him as you make your way closer again. Placing your knee down besides his large body you push your weight up and put your other knee down on the other side of him so your body is hovering over his lap. Leaning against the back of the bench he smirks as your hips gyrate and sway over his lap. Needing to feel your body and your skin under his hands again he grabs ahold of your waist pushing you down further onto his lap. “Might as well sit where ya’ belong sugar” he chuckles lightly, his hands not letting go of your hips as you keep on dancing on his lap. Hips grinding and body moving in tune to the music yet you were practically dry humping him now. Your hands push at his chest as you continue dancing, trying your hardest to not think about how good it feels to be almost grinding your cunt against his cock.

This isn't how you were meant to be dancing on him, and he certainly wasn’t supposed to be touching you as much as he was and yet from the moment he shook hands with the owner and made that deal those rules never applied to him. His right hand slowly drifts up your side over your chest and up towards your neck. Your eyes are locked with his as he wraps his fingers around your neck. You have to bite your lip to stop a whine slipping out, his grip not hard yet tight enough that you lose a bit of oxygen and your head starts to spin.

His jeans thighten as his cock throbs in his denim prison, “Fuck princess, wish we had far more privacy than this stupid curtain” he growls out. Your hips grind down harder against him in response, your core aching for pleasure now as your eyes screw shut. Bucky lets go of your neck only to grab ahold of your chin pulling your face down close to his. You’ve come to know that when he grabs your face he wants you to pay attention, pulling you closer almost like it's a secret. You open your eyes, your pupils so big there's barely a ring of their beautiful color left around them as you look at him. He smirks, dropping his voice to a whisper. “How much for you to just quit this dumb club and be my little personal dancer huh sweetness?” He asks, a cocky yet serious tone in his voice.

“What…?” You whisper in response, a bit fuzzy on what he was asking. “Quit and come live with me, be my personal dancer, ya’ practically already are princess” he explains further, your hips have not exactly stopped their grinding which only makes his smirk grow bigger. “i cant- i can't quit i need this job for the money” you stutter out yet you knew deep down he didn't really have to even offer you a penny and you’d be giving your two weeks notice and walking out that front door with him but you had to try your best to stand your ground.

“I’ll give you triple whatever the largest amount that you’ve made was sugar, just want ya’ all to myself..” the last part of his statement comes out in a whisper that you don’t know if you were meant to hear or not. A sweet smile spreads on your face as your hands run down his chest landing on his hips as you push yourself up, counting to dance on his lap.

“Then i do believe we have a deal Mr. Barnes”

He makes a clicking sound with his tongue and tilts his head, waiting on you to correct yourself.

“Jameesss” you coo in correction, affection almost dripping from your voice, giggling softly when his hand falls back around your throat and his grip tightens back up. A sound that makes Bucky's head spin and a matching smile form on his face.

→ a/n: i had so many thoughts for mob!bucky x dancer/stripper!reader’s dymanic that i got a bit carried away and i also wanna write for them again. also this wasn’t proofread

[idleness-24-7-blog]

@hehehereliesmysanity this hc is so sweet 🥰

And @groenendaelfic your fic was awesome I love it 💖 baby Wilmon where so cute and a great trouble makers haha

think about wilmon meeting in kindergarten and a five-year-old wille stealing one of kristina's rings and proposing to simon

think about Linda thinking it is a paper ring when Simon came back from kindergarten and told her wille proposed and he said yes

think about Linda calling Krissy to give the ring back after seeing it is a real diamond ring and laughing about it together

think about Krissy giving the ring back to wille when he wants to propose for real in the future when they are adults

think about linda telling this story on their wedding and everyone laughing but wilmon being embarrassed and shy but happy and giddy because this is always bound to happen

[yupaendo]

I love the idea of Bruce Wayne keeping his children secret like on those fanfics where nobody knows Tony Stark has another child other than Morgan???

I have already talked about this, but is like the whole fostering and adopting his children was super top secret and all the cps that knew about them were like super well paid. So the only ones that are publicly know (since the assosiation with batman in their public personas could be lesser AND they either wanted to be public or didn't have another choice) are Tim and Damian.

(All the other children of Bruce are still his children, but Dick didn't want people to know about him due to MANY things, Jason was super scared, Cass hated the idea of everyone knowing her before she was ready. All of them were more complex but wth).

Tim's parents were very publicly dead. He was also bery publicly Bruce's intern/heir and somewhat board member?? Bruce adopted him that very moment, and everyone tought "well, that's fine, it was prob. a financial move" but still was like "better not???" So they had to say that he took care of Tim when his parents were out of the country (which kinda true but kinda not...) and even showed photos of 14yr old Tim in the manor (he is 16-17 in this moment)

AND THEN, came Damian. He was insisten in being shown, since he was the blood child and kinda weird and insecure so Bruce gave him the pleasure and ALL of Gotham was like omg your actions are catching up on you and Bruce, to prevend Damian from being bullied and called a bastard son (which is only important if you are rich and famous and as man eater and womanizer as brucie) had to say that, in fact, he was married when damian was concived.

(This was, ofc, a whole other drama. Bcuz he was never, ever publiclly married, yet there is paperwork and blurred photos, etc. And Bruce still keeps the rings (talia left hers too) so...)

Anyways, so then lets say a couple of years have passed. Both of Bruce's children are grown up and Tim is fully into the W.E. bussiness + whatever else he wants to do, same with damian. And then one day the three of them are talking in front of some w.e. emplyees or at a gala or sum and Bruce, acting like a father (which he only does when his children are right in frontal of him) is all like "can any of you call your brother X/sister and tell them..." and everyone is like 😧😧😧😧😧

And then people say he has like a little child now, that this, that, etc. And it's really like... olympic golden metal winner Dick grayson (or professor from blud d.g., or policeman from blud d.g., or firefighter d.g., or detective d.g.,) or super ballerina cassandra w. (which, ok, Wayne is not THAT common) or some random man from the low sides of gotham that is either a) a mob boss or 2) a teacher or some letters major

[fatkish]

Alpha Rengoku x Omega Reader

Pt. 2 NSFW

You met again during the Mugen train fiasco. You went ahead of Tanjiro and the others and met up with Rengoku

You both talked, well mostly you talked while he ate, about the theories you had for how a whole train’s worth of passengers could disappear

Rengoku tried to feed you and insisted that you eat but you told him you didn’t want to eat in the event that it gave you a cramp mid battle. Rengoku understood and backed off

When you fell asleep from Enmu’s ability, you dreamt of a future with Kyojuro. You both got married and had children. You were so happy

When you woke up and realized it was a dream, you knew then that you wanted to persue a bond with Kyojuro

When Akaza showed up after defeating Enmu, you refused to let the fight go on after Rengoku lost an eye. You ran in between the two and faced down Akaza

You refused to move and told Akaza that if he’s going to kill your mate, he may as well kill you too, since you wouldn’t want to live in a world without Kyojuro

Akaza, having a self set rule of not killing and eating women and Omegas, decided to let you both live and fled, (it totally wasn’t because his human memories tried to interfere with him)

Once morning came you turned around and began scolding Kyojuro for being reckless with his own life. Whilst you yelled at him, he stood there still trying to comprehend the fact that you called him your mate

When you were finished scolding him and asked if he understood you, he asked if you really meant it when you called him your mate. You shyly admitted that you wouldn’t mind being his mate

Realizing that he wouldn’t be able to do much as a demon slayer anymore, Kyojuro decided that he would spend his time training the next generation of demon slayers, that way he still had enough time to be there for you as your mate

Once Kyojuro got all healed up, he retired and you went with him.

Shinjuro and Senjuro were so happy to have another member of the family. Senjuro was so excited to hear that you would be living with them permanently. Shinjuro was glad to have an omega to help look after

As things settled down, Kyojuro began to officially court you, he made sure you had a comfortable place to nest, he made sure you ate, he kept you safe and at night he’d keep you warm as he snuggled with you, holding you in his arms

When your heat came about, this man unleashed a feral side of him. You saw stars as Kyojuro ate you out like you were his last meal. His tongue writhing inside of you, his fingers curling and stretching your walls as he sucked on your pussy/bussy

Kyojuro has a 7 1/2 inch cock with delicious veins and a red tip. There’s a slight upwards curve and he has about 2 inches in girth. His knot is about 3 inches

When you presented for him, he descended upon you and sheathed his whole cock inside of you before plowing through your insides. He growled and bit at your neck as his cock pummeled your poor sensitive cunt/bussy

When his knot swelled and pushed inside of you, locking you both together, he snarled and bit down on your scent gland, marking you as his as he came

After your heat hit and passed, his rut happened two weeks later. During his rut, he had you in all kinds of positions, enjoying you in every way he could imagine. You couldn’t walk straight for a couple days afterwards

As time went on, Kyojuro had gotten you pregnant 5 different times. Each of your children have his flame like hair. You both had five children, three boys and two girls

When you gave Kyojuro the news, you surprised him by giving him a box that had baby clothes in them. When he asked what this meant, you smiled and told him he was going to be a father

He sat there for a few moments as his smile slowly grew larger as your words sunk in. When he finally registered what you said he scooped you up in his arms and spun you around before kissing you

When Shinjuro received the news of his becoming a grandfather, he smiled and promised to be a better role model for his grandchildren than he was for his boys

Senjuro was so excited to be an uncle and helped you during each pregnancy. He helped you cook and do the chores and even helped you get around when Kyojuro was busy

When your first child was born, Kyojuro wept as he held his first child for the first time. He thanked you endlessly for giving him something so precious as a child

When your milk started to come in, Kyojuro begged you to let him taste it, he gave you his best big puppy dog eyes and you caved. Kyojuro fell in love with the taste of your milk and you’ve had to scold him to leave some for his pups. Whatever they don’t drink, he’ll finish off, you never have issues with leaks since Kyojuro and the pups never let your milk overfill

His pups developed their father’s appetite for your milk, they’ll drink their fill then take a nap. When they wake up they’ll be hungry again

Kyojuro is always happy to get the babies when they cry at night, his pups love him and they immediately calm down

Shinjuro helps out as well. He and Kyojuro take turns with getting the kids

Kyojuro loves his pups and he happily plays with them. He teaches his pups to fight and defend themselves and plays rough with them, even the girls, when they want to

He lets his girls play with his hair and give him ridiculous hairstyles to which he happily shows off as a sign of his love for his children

Your kids love their grandpa Shinjuro and will tackle him to the floor to which he happily laughs at

He reads them stories and spoils them with toys. He loves his grandchildren and constantly thanks you for giving him grandchildren. He does still miss Ruka but he realized that his children love him and that even though there is still a void left from her passing, his loved ones will always be there for him

Senjuro helps you teach the pups and often visits with them. The pups love their uncle Senjuro and they think he’s cool and fun

Senjuro helps you in the kitchen since the family has become rather large and Kyojuro’s appetite has only grown. You and Senjuro share recipes and love cooking together

You’ll give him advice on life and he’ll happily take it. You also give him encouragement to find love and enjoy his life

Eventually, once Muzan is killed, you and Kyojuro open a dojo, there, you and Kyojuro teach people how to wield swords and how to properly fight with them, passing on the flame breathing techniques to your children

Tag list: @imagineshazamlokimight

[qwertyu858]

My parents have a goddaughter since her baptize when she was like 3 yo. Cute gal, just 28 yo now, very hardworking. She married a guy of her age, had two kids (one this month) and worked together very hard, to save money and put a tortilleria. They started to be succesful and were living a good life now, thanks to their efforts.

So, the local narcos demanded a huge amount of money (monthly, ofc) of him and dude said no.

Guy was killed this week, just 28 and leaves a widow and two babies behind. No bussiness now.

He was also killed in front of them and they are technically very lucky that the decided to dont shoot them too.

Everytime you heard about how poor littles narcos only choose crime bc poverty, you have to remember that the actual victims are the hardworking people that they kill and hurt, not them.

[star-suh]

I Did Tell My Husband

Johnny Suh x Male Reader

cw: top johnny suh, bottom male reader, breeding otherwise it wouldn’t be a fic of mine lol, dirty talking, degrading, sir kink, y/n is a slut for johnny's dick, spitting, tummy bulge, mention of bussy but just one time, a bit of hair pulling, possesive johnny(?), cumplay ass to mouth, overstimulation.

an: this is the second part of "don't tell my husband" hope y'all like it and the bottom version of that fic is coming (not so)soon.

part I

bottom m! reader ver. of part I

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it was the next day, y/n was in the living room watching tv when he heard a knock in his front door so he went to open it … it was johnny … "hello mr. suh how are you?" y/n asked, "hello y/n i would say i'm good but i'm not". y/n started to get nervous thinking about what he did with johnny's husband "and why is that mr. suh" y/n asked again, faking concern.

"you know, i find out my husband fucked with someone" johnny told y/n "his ass was filled with cum that clearly wasn’t mine… i have to fuck it out of him" y/n gulped and laughed nervously "mr. suh i don't know why you're telling me that… shouldn't you talk that with your husband?".

"don't act like a fool y/n i know it was you who fucked my husband…" said johhny while grabbing y/n by the collar of his shirt "...and you will pay for that, bitch boy" he pushed y/n inside his house and closed the door.

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"so you were that horny that you didn't care fucking with a married man huh?" said johnny while spanking y/n who was naked in his lap "guess what, he told me that you didn't fuck him good that you can't compare with me, you whore", "i'm sorry mr su-" a hard spank greeted y/n's ass "shut up bitch, i'm gonna show you how a real man fuck" johnny unzipped his pants revealing his huge cock "you're so big mr. suh" said y/n worried "i don't think it would fit in my mouth", "don't worry if it don't fit in your mouth it would fit in other hole, now sit on all fours and take my balls in your mouth", "okay" murmured y/n, "yes sir" johnny slaped y/n's cheeks "yes sir" murmured again y/n and started to suck johnny's heavy balls "that's right you whore, coat them with your saliva" johnny grunted "fucking god… you look so fucking hot with my dick across your face, "i llike it sir, it's so heavy" y/n started licking the pre-cum of johnny's cock head while jerking off the rest "if you gonna suck it do it like a man, useless bitch" johnny pushed y/n's head deep down his cock making him gag "fuckkk that's what i'm talking about little bitch, swallow it all".

y/n keep sucking johnny's big cock "tell me you like my cock" demanded johnny, "umm i love sucking this cock, i love it so much sir" y/n told him "It's like my mouth was made to please you sir, this is where i belong to" johnny started to mouth-fuck y/n "i'm gonna use you as my fleshlight because i know you would like that, right horny slut?", "umm-hmm" murmured y/n "my mouth is only for your cock sir, i'm a dirty slut, let me be your dirty slut" moaned y/n. "enough" johnny pull his cock out of y/n's mouth "you gonna make me cum", "i want your cum sir" y/n begged, "and you would have it, you're my cumdump from now on" johnny kissed y/n his tongue exploring every crevice of y/n's mouth "open wide" demanded johnny and y/n complied, spitting his saliva in y/n's mouth while the latter swallow it.

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"come here whore, now let's get to the good part", "hold on, aren't you gonna use a condom?" y/n asked "no you whore, i told you you're gonna feel a real man cock, every inch and every vein of it" he grabbed y/n's waist, aligned his cock towards his hole and started to slip it inside him, stretching his ass with every inch "fuck you're so fucking big sir… i feel like i'm gonna split in two" said y/n, eyes rolled back "holy shit i'm gonna-" y/n came all over himself "look at you, you're pathetic" johnny said to y/n "It's not even all in yet but you already cummed" johnny laughed and in one powerful thrust he slip all his cock inside y/n forming a bulge in his lower tummy making his legs tremble, johnny kissed and marked y/n's neck while he gets used to his dick "can even take a big cock inside you and you dare to tell me you're gonna be my slut? you can do better c'mon" he whispered… "i-i think i'm re-ready… sir" y/n whispered too and johnny started to thrust and moan "you're so tight bitch, you're choking my cock so good", "t-thank you sir" y/n started to ride it "my ass is yours to use", "say that again" johnny said while sucking y/n's nipple and jerks him off "my ass is yours to use, sir, to dump all your loads here whenever you want".

johnny starts to thrust hard making y/n emitt gutural moans "damn, your bussy won't let my dick go it's gripping so hard, you really want it", "yes sir i want it all day and every day i want you to break my ass and fuck me until it has the shape of your cock" said y/n while drooling with his tongue out "you want my load inside you?" johnny moaned "come while he grabs y/n's chin to kiss him and bit his lip while jerking him off with his other hand "tell me what do you want bitch, convince me to breed you" he grunted while fastening his pace on y/n's dick.

"i want your cum inside me sir, i want to milk your balls dry i deserve it please" y/n moaned "i want it so bad, put your fucking real man sperm inside your cumdump, give it to m-" y/n came for a second time while johnny keeps fucking him rough "get ready for it bitch" he says to y/n and started to spank him "are you gonna fuck married men again?" another slap "tell me whore", "no sir no, i'm not gonna do that again", another spank "are you gonna let lther man fuck your slutty ass?", "no sir no" said y/n feeling overstimulated, "who does your ass belong to?", "it belongs to you and only you sir… you're the only one who can fuck it and breed it" johnny keeps spanking y/n until his ass is bright red "i'm glad you understood what's your position bitch, you're mine now" he said while pulling y/n's hair back, kissing and biting his neck… johnny hugged y/n hard while thrusting rough and finally finishing inside him groaning and moaning "fuck yeah, now you know how a good man fucks" he whispered to y/n's tired body "and remember if you fuck my husband again i will fuck you two times harder than i fuck him… and i think you can't handle that" he laughs and kissed y/n "now let me help you get cleaned, i don't want a dirty cumdump" he positioned y/n to face his ass and started to suck the cum out of him overstimulating him more "s-stop it… please i c-can't…" when he finishes eating y/n's ass out, johnny bring his face near y/n's and kiss him playing with his cum in both their mouths "and well how does it taste?" asked the older, "tastes so good sir i want more" y/n replied, "don't worry about it whore from now on you will have unlimited cum for you but you have to share it too, remember i have a husband" both kissed and johnny helped y/n to get clean.

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"how was it love?" asked jaehyun, "it was good jae he took it all inside him like a champ" both laughed and jaehyun grabbed johnny's crotch "is there something left in here for me?" he asked and johnny unzipped his pants and discarded his shirt "you know there will always be loads for you in these balls love" he says while slapping his hard cock on his hand "let's go to the room then" jaehyun grabbed johnny's cock guiding him to the room "you better do me harder than him, i'm kinda jealous", "i'm gonna fuck you dumb jae" johnny replied slapping his ass, "you better do" jaehyun replied and closed the door.

[sweet-cake-double-love]

What made you and Banana Pie fall in love with each other?

"But i don't love the guy romantically.

Banana Pie and i, we are bussiness partners. .we had a night with too much cups and that happen. . . that's the reason we are not married, i wouldn't marry a guy just for the kids, loveless marriage? I left that to the mortals."-Mama Mousse

[rottentiger-art]

It kills me that Eloise, probably like most of the ton, will think Penelope is the one that persued Colin and somehow convinced him to marry her when she was simply minding her own bussiness and trying to move one and then came Colin Unhinged Bridgerton with a steel chair, publically making an expectacule that would for sure ruin her chances of another suitor, driving away the man that was going to propose to her, chased after her, compromised her and lowkey put her in a position where she couldn't refuse marrying him even if she wanted to without risking ruination

They better set the record straight because my girl did NOTHING this time

[miffy-junot]

Junot's early life and character

-From the book "La Generale Junot, Duchesse d'Abrantès, d'après ses lettres, ses papiers et son 'journal intime' inédits" by Joseph Turquan, a biography of Laure Junot featuring previously unpublished information given to the author by Georges Aubert, Junot's grandson.

The book is from 1901, and therefore is a little dated in some regards, but overall creates a good portrait of Laure and Jean-Andoche Junot.

General Junot was very young, but, despite his campaigns, despite the high rank to which he had reached, he was younger than his age, especially younger than his rank indicated. The first consul knew this well and that is why he told him to “grow ten years older;” for this also that he advised him to marry as soon as possible. The dignity of existence among those he wanted to call to the first jobs of the Republic was in his program of government.

We would be very mistaken if we imagined the General Junot as a serious general of our time. He was only twenty-nine years old when he was called to the command of Paris, and he had a bit of the tone of the hussars mauvais sujets: General Fournier, General Lasalle especially, this scoundrel of distinction, were the great masters of this kind, and it was on them that the turbulent and untamed youth of the army was enthusiastically modelled. But, in society, Junot affected the tone of the best company.

Born in 1771 to a lower middle-class family, in Bussy-le-Grand, in the Côte-d'or department, Junot began his studies in Montbard and continued them at the college of Châtillon-sur-Seine. There his comrade was the young Marmont: they were to be the first two aides-de-camp of General Bonaparte. Junot's parents dreamed of a cassock for their son, said Marmont, a robe and a lawyer's cap, wrote the Duchess of Abrantes. But the young man had another ideal: his ardent nature in no way fit with the tedious study of the pandects and the institutes: the struggles of the bar would never have been enough to satisfy the combative mood of the future general which felt flowing in his veins "soldier's blood", to use an expression from General de Ségur, and not the juice of stamped paper. Her father did not know how to curb such an ardent nature: he felt that he was wasting his time trying to subdue him with sophistry and a round of leather in a prosecutor's office. Fortunately, the Revolution came and rescued them both by ridding the father of his devilish son and opening the most astonishing perspectives to his activity. As the very idea of ​​the stamped paper made him nauseous - and it is not I who will reproach him for it - as he only understood the sophistry with his sword in his hand, he felt more keenly than anyone, with his fiery nature, the generous ardor which then vibrated all that there were in France of young hearts enthusiastic about freedom, grandeur and glory. At the call of the homeland in danger, Andoche Junot enlisted in the second battalion of Côte-d'Or volunteers, so famous since for the number of remarkable men who emerged from it.

We will not repeat here how Junot distinguished himself from General Bonaparte at the siege of Toulon. The episode is classic and everyone knows it. He owed this success only to himself, to this happy harmony of composure, wit and good grace which is only found in privileged moments of a generous youth. From one day to the next, Junot had acquired personal respect. Also a certain number of brilliant actions have been attributed to him which he was certainly capable of accomplishing, but which he probably did not. A handsome soldier, he was a man who was instinctively and immediately "impulsive" as we say today, and more a slave to his anger, his senses and his whims - like a woman - than to his duties... Nature, in forming him, had forgotten to put the brakes on him that we call character, that strong will which makes us reign over ourselves and, as Goethe said, makes us sovereign over our hearts, - or rather it had made Junot so impetuous, that he had escaped without waiting that she would rivet it to him. Hence the jolts, inconsistencies, lack of balance and frequent derailments in his life. The general was no more bothered to analyse his impressions - although they appeared vividly on his face which changed as soon as a thought agitated him - than to repress his first movement or his instincts. With insane bravery, he never backed down from danger, he even sought it out, he took pleasure in it, a little by nature, a little also by attitude, to set an example to the troops certainly, but also for a lot of admirers. This is a very chivalrous hero's coquetry that we would be reluctant to reproach him for: we can regret, however, that Junot did not bring, in his ordinary habit, this coolness and this calm which distinguished him so astonishingly on the battlefield: in life he was always excited.

From each of his campaigns, Junot had brought back glorious scars and these imposed on men a respect that his youth would not have imposed enough on him. His audacity was such that General Thiébault, his chief of staff during his Portuguese campaign, wrote: “A hundred men like Junot would have crossed hell". And this at a time when bravery was an almost vulgar thing and heroism was common currency.

Junot was one of the most wounded in the army, but the most serious of his wounds was a saber blow, a souvenir of the battle of Loano, which cut half of his face, from the temple to the mouth. If Junot collected saber blows, those he delivered were much more numerous and the unfortunates who received them did not have the leisure to glory in them: his grip was too heavy. “Hey! Well, Monsieur le sabreur..." said Napoleon when he approached him. A swordsman, and "of the first number", as Balzac wrote, who knew him well through hearsay, that is, in reality, what General Junot was.

A good boy, moreover, easy and pleasant relationships, faithful to his friends more than he will be to his wife, devoted to his family... Unfortunately quite forgetful, light, a little childish sometimes and, like the children, violent, hotheaded, hardly calculating the consequences of his words or his actions and, moreover, very abandoned in his morals. But let's not be unfair or too rigorous, they were those of his age and time. He was too much of a man of first impulses to repress himself externally and control his inclinations. Knowing oneself was not his doing; know others, no more. A general, he seemed to have remained a second lieutenant, sometimes even a non-officer, and his character never matured. You have to certainly make allowance for the fire of youth, that of the military customs of the time, which were not the most recommendable, and that of intoxication. Ultimately, General Junot was better than his morals. There was, however, a little incompatibility of mood between his dizzy youth and the high functions of aide-de-camp to General Bonaparte. These functions were perhaps too heavy a load for Junot's shoulders: his past, his studies, his education had not sufficiently prepared him for them. Enjoyer of the present moment, like most of the other exploits resulting from the Revolution, of a complexion more sensual than amorous, he took care of women, out of taste no doubt, but also for the sake of fresh air: the Lauzuns, the Tillys, the Richelieus, did not do otherwise; and if he later had a transport of jealousy worthy of Othello, he never had the ecstasies of Saint-Preux with Julie. He even mixed a little brutality with his gallantry. Was this the consequence? Junot had an excessive sensitivity, unhealthy rather than delicate, that of men who abuse their nervous system, become soggy and become slaves to their impressions instead of remaining ill-beings of them. He had, basically, very good principles, but the mistake of not conforming his conduct to his principles. This is not a rare thing: do you know many men who are otherwise? But, as a soldier, he should have remembered this maxim that Sully liked to repeat: “He who wants to acquire glory and honor must try to dominate his pleasures and never allow them to dominate him.” He prided himself on literature, posed as a connoisseur of art, theater and music. There was something glorious, vain, and witty in him: piquant quips, a few happy words had earned him a reputation as a witty conversationalist: aptly placed quotations from Virgil had also earned him a reputation for knowledge. In fact, it was at the theater, where he went every evening, that the best part of his education was spent. Sensing what he lacked in terms of education, he had the good spirit to seek to perfected through contact with some distinguished comrades, like Marmont, like Duroc, whose manners he copied. Generous, in no way petty, he very gallantly threw money out the window, like the great lords of the ancien regime, ate three hundred oysters for his lunch, because the fashion was for gluttony, had the most beautiful horses in Paris, played big games and ruined himself on dancers. Tall and well built, very similar in face and somewhat in appearance to General Rapp, but more slender than him, he had a pleasant exterior. Such was, in truth, General Junot. I have tried to be fair in drawing this portrait: I have not softened any angle, I have not concealed any fault. I am perhaps too harsh: I believe I am only impartial. I would add that all that the general lacked to be an eminent man was moderation, balance and character, in a word, to have an equal degree of reflection and action. If Napoleon kept him close despite his faults, it was because he had a sort of tenderness for the men who had found themselves associated with his prestigious successes in Italy; it was because he knew that Junot, who had shared with him during the difficult times of his availability, in 1795, the meagre pension he received from his father, was devoted to him body and soul.

[hauntingblue]

Aaand back with one piece. Not even a week

[wulvercazz]

🎃Halloween Town, Act 17: Scars🔪

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Tags: Size Difference, Knife Play Extra Tags: Cutting/Marking, Knife Play

In the eternity that Halloween Town has existed, no royal had ever had such quiet and discreet wedding… but Rukia wasn't surprised. Ichigo and Grimmjow were rather closed off about their bussiness; as loud and obnoxious as they could be about everything else. She can't say she saw it coming, but the way those two had grown so close so quick clearly wasn't just a coincidence. As the young daughter of a noble family, she knew what was expected of her; despite all the fooling around and the fun times Ichigo and her had together as friends, she could've been tasked to marry him. And she would've complied if Ichigo had agreed. But now, with Grimmjow as the Prince's unlikely but quite fitting consort, that responsibility had released her to new opportunities. To consider things she wouldn't have dared to before, for her own sake. To be bold months later and ask Renji to marry her herself, when the bashful giant wouldn't take the hint.

[seramilla]

:3

Clara and Odette were delivering daggers. Some demons have cornered Clara and Odette in an alleway. They must have been new as everyone knows not to mess with Carmine daughters.

The sisters managed to fend them all. But, it seemed one wasn't fully dead. He grabbed one of the angelic weapons they dropped while fighting and swiped, menaging to scar Odette's arm.

Clara immediatelly reacted by killing the demon, but damage was already done. Blood trickled from the deep gash on Odette's arm. She is holding her arm while wincing. Clara scanned the wound before taking part of Oddy's labcoat and wrapping it around.

Luckilly, Their home was a few blocks away. They arrived home, but Odette wasnt feeling the best. The makeshift bandage was soaked with blood. Carmilla and Sera upon seeing the scene gasped. Carmilla quickly brought her to sit, and went to check the wound.

Both Sera and Carmilla winced at the wound. Carmilla swore under her breath while instructing Clara to get the med kit. They menaged to stitch Odette up, but she started to heat up.

They were all fussing over her the whole time, giving her medicine. putting cold towels on her head...

Odette menaged to get better safelly, but the scar remains.

Carmilla is blaiming herself for everything as its cause of her bussiness that her kids got hurt. Sera is trying to pursue her otherwise but is having a hard time.

:3

Why do y'all gotta hurt my baby Odette like this? 😭😭 Hang on, Odette, your mamas are comin' to save you! (Even though technically only one of them is your mother....that will be remedied soon!)

I can just see Carmilla and Sera having a little ol' date night out on the veranda when Clara shows up at home carrying a battered and bloodied Odette in her arms. Carmilla drops everything, almost spilling her tea, and starts checking Odette's wound. Maybe Sera uses some angelic magic to numb the pain or make it heal better. At least until they can get Odette to a hospital. Carmilla never even knew Sera could do that...she is, quite frankly, in love with this woman.

Odette has a scar for the rest of her life. Carmilla is both distraught about her daughter and worried that Sera is disappointed their date night had to be cut short. Sera absolutely does not blame Carmilla for it, though. If anything, seeing Carmilla be so protective of her girls just makes Sera even more infatuated with her. People in Hell are supposed to be ruthless, selfish monsters. Carmilla is the exact opposite of that. To Sera, she has more love, integrity, and loyalty than most non-fallen angels in Heaven do.

Sera's gonna marry that woman!!

[g-xix]

yeah sidemen eating pussy is nice but what about GETTING their pussy ate. that's right, ass eating hcs when 👀👀👀

AHHHHHHHHHh IVE NEVER EVEN THOUGHT OF THIS

ngl reading "getting their pussy ate" was a whole ass JUMPSCARE to read LOOL i thought u were talking ab bussy for a sec and i did NOT realise that there was ppl like that in the fandom 😭😭

Tbh tho i dont think ive ever thoguht of this, mayb bc im j not into it but also i feel like it's a lot more uncommon??? I can't say that imma do anything in depth for this bc it's not my speciality per say, Anon, but lemme do some quick HC's for u here:

TOBI -Deffo would prefer getting a straight n plain bj than ass eating lol -Tries to be quiet when he's getting it done bc even though he can feel the pleasure from stimulation, it feels so... weird? -Will let out a hummmf at most, litch is squeezing his lips shut to try not to make noise -deffo needs some tlc and words of affirmation afterwards, bc the post-nut clarity of this one makes him feel v mixed tbh

JJ -First time he had it happen he was kinda surprised to have your mouth there, kinda jumped n pulled away to ask wth -U just shushed him n told him to trust the process n went back to yo thang -He was kinda begrudging at first but slowly realised more and more the way that he liked it... -Replacing your tongue w a finger n then two, scissoring them inside him he had a completely new sensation n had an orgasm different to any that he'd had before

HARRY -LoudLoudLoud!!! -Whiny w it, impatient n shuffling n moving to help u reach that spot that he's so desperate for u to stimulate -his hand's wrapped around his cock, stroking n providing double stimulation that has his mind spiiiiinning -And ofc we've all seen the lie detector vid where he's admitted that there's perchance been a finger up his bum -Well, his dirty secret is that he loves to sit on a face n have them alternate between ass eating, or paying attention to his balls whilst u finger his ass

ofc no Vik, Simon, Josh or Ethan bc they're married, engaged n baby-daddy respectively

My word i feel like i violated my eyes n laptop by writing this

Hope u did enjoy that tho anon

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

thank you for answering my question about the proposal😘

And the public reaction? Alfred's reaction? wedding plans?? the wedding would be right away or would they be engaged for a few years?(yk bussiness and bat stuff)

I think this bruce would have a big wedding, just to prove a point and make all the gossip around the city wrong, like, I'm getting married with the love of my life, the party was fire and you are not invited

Your phone had not stopped ringing since news of the engagement broke. Either phone. Any phone. They were all ringing off the hook. News Outlets looking for comment. Colleagues. And worse, your family.

The headache had started sometime after 10am and by 12pm you'd been forced to call it a day. Leaving the staff to reschedule all your meetings and retreating to your apartment.

At least if you were at home, you could turn off your personal phone, close the blinds and pretend not to be there while you tried to get things done.

You knew, of course, that it was going to turn your life upside down. A virtual nobody didn't marry a billionaire without causing a stir- but honestly, it was getting a little insulting. No one, it seemed, thought you were good enough for Gotham's favorite son. And as the day wore on, you couldn't help but agree.

The only reason you knew what fork to use at fancy dinners was that you'd done a 'professional etiquette' seminar at some point. In your family, "fancy" meant not paper or plastic. For fuck's sake, until you were 8 you thought people were unfathomably wealthy if they had name-brand snacks at their house.

"You're home early, Miss Y/N," Alfred said, setting bags down, and blinking in surprise.

"My presence in the office was a little bit of a... distraction," you snort.

Alfred chuckled, "I suppose it would be," he said. "It'll die down in a few days-"

"About the time something horrible happens," you agree.

"Or just more salacious," Alfred said, starting water for tea. He wasn't sure why you preferred the kitchen table but, far be it from him to stop you. He appreciated having someone to talk to once his shows were over. "The beauty of the 24 hour news cycle."

"Or something like that."

When your head throbs, you exhale slowly and rub the back of your neck. A tension headache slowly turning into a vicious migraine with every notification from our phone.

"Your parents must be thrilled-"

"Something like that," you answer.

"Not happy to find out from the news I take it?"

"I could cure AIDS and Cancer while simultaneously being appointed to the Supreme Court and they'd still find something to be disappointed about," you sigh. "But. At least now I guess they can stop telling me I'll never meet a nice boy if I'm too smart."

Alfred blinked. He'd met them, however briefly. And he hadn't liked them. They'd not measured up to the mental picture he had of people who would raise a young woman like you. but this was the first time you'd said anything... like that.

"I'm sorry-"

"Nothing to be sorry for," he said, getting down a mug for you. "Today has probably not been what you thought it would be."

"I didn't really know what to expect. I just- I'm just- I think I'll work from here this week. It's really hard for the office to function in all the phone lines are tied up."

Alfred wasn't sure what you'd been about to say. Or really what he should say. "A very sensible decision, Miss Y/N." If Bruce was going to impulsively marry someone, he supposed it could be worse.