#she should slap him actually

[frogaroundandfindout]

“You would send our son to his death?”

“I ask of him only what I ask of Robin and Nightwing. No son of mine could do anything less.”

“Damian!”

Bruce gives orders to Nightwing and Robin then tells Damian to go fight too. Talia objects but Bruce (a manipulative mother fucker) says no son of his would do anything less. Damian immediately goes off as directed (Detective Comics #839)

[bacchuschucklefuck]

this has been a roller coaster of a design journey but finally I can present you: class swap artificer!adaine and rogue!fabian

[quietwingsinthesky]

i do love canon amy & rory but god, does some part of me wish they really had gone with the idea of the doctor picking up a child as a companion (and then later, that child’s best friend with a huge crush on her.) with the rest of the season really not changing at all, except now it’s amelia pond with an angel in her head killing her and lost alone in the woods. it’s little rory who dies and is forgotten and becomes a toy soldier. if this is going to be a fairy tale, then let it be one. children have never been safe in fairy tales.

[stinkypeanutbutter]

Have some Taylor !! I love her aoosois much she’s such a cutie patootie :33

[hauntingblue]

AEMOND FIRED HIS MOTHER????!!!

[bogusbyron]

Anyway cosette has been criminally absent from my thoughts lately i might ponder how her & javert's friendship develops post-seine and whatnot . All i got so far is they basically start bonding because they HAD to, in that cosette saw how tiring it was for valjean to keep a close eye & close watch on javert while he recovered (all while he had some... feelings to mull over) so cosette decides to suggest a sort of book club, for just her and javert and occasionally marius, so that valjean can take his mind of stuff for a little while and he can get some kip .

Cosette i also think knows javert probablt needs some, uh, rewiring. I mean he doesnt reallt read books for goodness sake !!!! Perfect opportunity to get him to start reading, help him expand his worldview a little (at least as much as the literature can provide, at the very least he realises he can actually read to entertain himself now.)

This probably leads to them having some sort of mutual understanding & friendship i think, with the time they spend together. Cosette is still very wary of javert and doesnt really trust him? But knows that the rehabilitation is important to valjean . Plus she can see valjean ..cares deeply for javert and so .. whatever .

Its 2am COSETTEAND JAVERT BOOK CLUB😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 ill continue my thoughts some other time . As always feel free to share ur own thoughts on javert & cosette interactions id love yo hear

[lordlymaelstrom]

「 @omniscienceregalia 」 | continued from 「 X 」

The audible crack in the air as Misaki's slap connected was enough to turn his face away from her, a slight stumble in his step as he collected himself despite her ranting. Blonde strands cast a shadow over his eyes, masking his truer expressions from her as she continues the attack with her words.

❝ They're not coming back. You know that better than any of us, ❞ He then moves to catch her by the wrist, using his newfound leverage to pull her close enough so he didn't need to raise his voice for what he was about to say next. ❝ You cannot fathom their futures, can you? ❞

He knows well the sound of a desperate hope, a plea in the wind, a pray to whatever higher power might listen. The Soryu people, the Aqua force clan... that has been their song for ages, so of course he can recognize it's tune on her tongue. There was not a shred of confidence in Misaki's promises.

Nothing...but false hope, for a false justice. But soon enough she would see for herself what crimes she's been oblivious to all this time.

Leon is quick to do away with her then, throwing the weight of her hand aside as he turns his back to her. She could attack him as she pleased, with her words or her hands. To Leon none of the damages she could cause was enough to halt his march towards absolute justice.

❝ --That is because they're gone. ❞

The solemn tone isn't something he was going to hide from her though. He regrets the news of the prince and his keeper perishing. That hadn't been his plan, but... he did prepare for the possibility all the same. He was just... surprised. Surprised to hear that Kai had failed in protecting the prince with his life as he should have, as he had sworn to the king with Leon himself as witness all those years ago.

That time... had felt so far away now.

❝ ...Regardless of if you believe me or not; the loss of prince Aichi was never my intention.❞ The same couldn't be said for Kai though, as the final loyal follower of the previous King, Leon had long since resolved himself to ridding his campaign of the prince's guard. There would be less friction in the shifting of powers that way. ❝ But fate decided for him. The wind called for his death so that justice can prevail. ❞

The pride of the Aqua Force, Leon raises his fist to meet the sudden breeze that picked up around them. He uncurls his fingers to reveal a neat bundle of what looked to be hair; deep blue in hue and tied off with a red thread. It was all that remained of Aichi Sendou... All that could be recovered as proof of his demise. It was a shame... That Aichi would not be witness for the world his father had kept from him, the world that Leon would retake for the sake of his people. A few strands are taken up by the wind before Leon clutches the bundle back towards himself as if it acted as a conduit to steel his resolve.

❝ And you, you get to watch the future unfold before your very eyes. Your abilities will be pivotal in the battles to come. It's best you rest while you can. ❞

She was going to be difficult about it, he knows. But she had no say in the matter. Her very presence by his side gave him all the influence he required to sway the Sanctuary in Magallancia's favor, regardless if she gave him insight or not. But he had a feeling she'd come around to to his ways, especially when he started using the Sanctuary's forces in place of his own. People were going to get hurt. People were going to die. All unless she pointed in the right directions.

❝ We start discussions for how to best handle the Dark Zone tomorrow. I don't care if you involve yourself or not, but I expect you there if only to listen. ❞ -

[bonefall]

If Ashfur had lived, and wasn't evil incel, would you have given him kits in this rewrite? I noticed in the petty!Ashfur has kits ask you mentioned something about it.

If I happened to go with a rewrite version that fully leaned into Villain Thornclaw taking over the Fire Scene as well as being the Imposter of TBC (which would go more into a Wish Fulfillment Rewrite than a Redux like what I'm doing), then Ashfur probably wouldn't get kits.

Ashfur would probably be a sort of 'red herring' type, set up to be a villain... but he's still the same sad guy who lost his mom in TPB. He would never kill a clanmate, let alone his apprentice.

The Fire Scene would go like it LOOKS like he's going to do something awful, but then reaches into the flames to try and pull the Three out with Squilf. He HATES her for dumping him but, not murderously. Then, when they look safe, that's when Thornclaw leaps out of the embers and reveals himself as the real villain.

And Thornclaw WOULD kill someone. He's too competent, too serious, not to.

So, anyway, Ashfur wouldn't get kits. He never really moves on from Squilf. He'd just be a sad, jealous, petty guy who likes to gossip and says mean shit. A misanthrope.

[ghost-proofbaby]

aruna: listen bro it came to me in a vision

astarion, unimpressed and wishing they never discovered the tadpole connection so she could turn the tables on him and bother him at every given opportunity: have you considered having a vision of shutting the fuck up

[crossdressingdeath]

Narrator: A fetid smell assaults your nostrils. Dead flesh lies below - a great deal of it. Kyvir: Drink from the well.

Never have I been so glad that paladins are immune to disease as I am in this swamp. Kyvir's also the only one who hasn't ended up with at least one rotting wound! I'm doing my best to keep on top of that, but there are so many traps and at this point Kyvir only has enough Lay on Hands charges for one disease cure. Poor Wyll (hovering just off-camera, slowly dying) is just going to have to grin and bear it for now.

[snailfen]

finally looked into All of paulo interlude 5. we gonna talk about how ghetsis is holding a child hostage again. he does Not have the best track record,

[hecksupremechips]

The way akishinji and ashbella both have dramatic coma scenes and dramatic shot through the heart scenes like we’ve gotta stop meeting like this 😩

[quietwingsinthesky]

if there was a torchwood/spn crossover, jack would get shot in the head so much. i know he already dies a lot, but he’s going to die so many times during this crossover. keeps getting bullets unloaded into him. they stab him with silver and steel and copper and none of it keeps him down. he’s gonna get squirted with borax and that one’s not gonna kill him but it is going to ruin his coat, which is materially worse for him.

[alexiroflife]

"first day"

fluff, happy fushiguro family, slice of life, megs' first day of school send-off

Synopsis: you've been dating toji for a while now and megumi subconsciously calls you mom for the first time on his way out the door

to sum it up: you adore the little family you've come to be a part of

WC: 1,701

Warning(s): none

"Megs!" you call out, standing by the front door awaiting the dark-haired boy's arrival. He soon shuffles around the corner from his room, throwing a bag over his shoulder with a tired expression on his face.

His father turns to watch him walk in, crossing his arms as he leans against the counter. "The hell were you doing in there that took you so long?"

"Nothing," Megumi grumbles, moving to brush past the two of you to rush to the door. "I just wanted to look presentable, that's all."

"So you took thirty minutes to get ready?" Toji quirks a brow.

"Believe it or not, dad, some would say that's not enough time to get ready in the morning."

"Not at all, actually," you agree.

Toji tugs the corner of his mouth in judgment. " Well, you should know," he says to you. "You spend at least ten years in the bathroom when we have somewhere to go."

You scoff, rolling your eyes. "That's such an overreaction. I never take any longer than an hour." Megumi and his father exchange knowing looks and you place your hand on your hip. "What?"

"Don't worry baby," Toji assures you. "It's okay to be in denial."

"We've timed it before. The last time we all went out to dinner as a family, you took two and a half hours to get dressed," Megumi adds.

"That's only because I had to shower and pick out an outfit then do my hair and makeup," you defend.

"Isn't that a little overkill? It takes me half that time to shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, and get some homework done."

"Whatever. Your sister would understand," you sigh.

"Unfortunately, she may be worse than you."

"Women," Toji tsks. You slap his bicep and he pretends to flinch, smirking down at you playfully. "Ouch."

"Alright, well, I'm ready now. I don't wanna be late," the sixteen year old says, turning back to reach for the door handle.

"Ah ah ah, wait!" you stop him. "You're not going anywhere without me getting a good look at you. Turn around, I wanna see how the uniform fits."

Megumi lowers his head and complies, turning back around stiffly for you to admire him. You press your hand to your lips to conceal your smile, eyes gleaming with pride as you look over the sharp navy jacket and pants he adorns.

"Awwww," you coo. "It fits perfectly! How does it feel?"

"Pretty good," Megumi nods, moving his arm around slightly to show his mobility in the fabric. "It's comfortable too. It shouldn't be a problem during missions."

"I still can't believe how quickly time has gone by," you muse. "You're already going into your first year at Jujutsu High! Are you excited?"

"You better be," Toji grunts. "Your uncle Gojo hasn't gotten off my ass about your enrollment for years. At least now, he'll finally shut up."

"I still don't understand why I have to have him as a teacher. He's such a moron, I doubt he'll teach us anything useful," Megumi mumbles.

"Moron or not, he's the strongest sorcerer of the modern age and he's helped out so much. I'm sure he'll be able to give you a good experience," you say positively.

"We talkin' about the same Gojo here? The one who trashed my house playing tag with Megumi and the dogs in the living room?" Toji points out and his son grits his teeth at the memory.

"Oh come on, Satoru was like twenty one back then. I can only imagine the crazy shit you've with the kids when you were raising them," you tease.

"You don't even want to know," Megumi exhales.

"Please, you came out just fine, didn’t ya?” Toji says, reaching out his hand to ruffle at Megumi's spiky hair. The teen recoils, craning his head away and shielding himself with his arm.

"Quit it. I'm not five anymore."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're all grown up now, I know. Gonna be a first-grade sorcerer before I can even blink an eye."

"Who said that I would be first grade? I'm only a first year."

"Yeah, and look at who your pops is," Toji grins. "Plus, you got an advantage that I never had. You'll do just fine."

Megumi hums indifferently, doubting himself momentarily but accepting the words nonetheless. "Alright, are we ready?"

"No, not yet!" you pull out your phone quickly and open the camera. "I need to get pictures."

The blue-eyed boy slumps. "(Y/n), I gotta go."

"I know, I know, just a few," you promise, holding your camera up to capture his awkward figure in the frame. "Okay, smile."

Megumi doesn't, and of course you don't actually expect him to. Instead, he calmly stares at the camera with his arms at his sides, unsure of what to do with themselves. Toji moves to stand behind you, leaning down to take a peak at the million pictures you're snapping.

"Toji, go stand with him so I can get one with the both of you."

The two groan simultaneously. "Doll, can we just focus on gettin' the kid to school?"

"It's fine. His stuff is already moved into his dorm. We have time."

"But-"

"Shut up and go stand with your son, now," you glare firmly up at the green-eyed man and he huffs.

"Yes, ma'am."

Toji raises a hand to his hip and tilts his head boredly as he stands beside Megumi, the two of them sharing the exact same blank stare as they look into the camera. You squeal happily. "You two are so cuteee!"

"We done, now?"

"No, I wanna get one more with Megs, and then I'm good." The boys give you a look, but you wave them off. "I mean it! Gosh, here Toji. Take our picture."

Toji obliges, grabbing your phone from your hand as you rush over to the tall boy. His expression melts into serenity as you place your hands on his shoulders and lean your head against his arm, smiling widely at the camera as a hint of a smile touches Megumi's lips.

Toji's heart warms at the sight, watching the way his son grows comfortable in your presence. The picture of the two of you looks so natural t to him like you are meant to be a part of his family, which he knows you are.

He snaps the photo and nods. "Got it."

You exhale, turning to face Megumi. You brush your hands over his shoulders to straighten his jacket, ridding it of any lint and wrinkles. "Okay, Megumi, please remember to be safe."

"I know. I will," he nods.

"And don't be too reckless when it comes to training."

"I won't."

"And try to make friends. I know how easy it is for you to push others away."

"I'll try."

You press your lips together with a final sigh, looking over Megumi's face warmly. You wrap your arms safely around him into a hug, your emotions getting the best of you. You have spent the past year caring for Megumi like your own, and watching him head off to achieve his goals makes your heart swell with joy and fear all the same.

"Text me or your father or Tsumiki if you need anything. Anything at all," you tell him. He returns your hug gently.

"Okay," he chuckles lightly and you pull away. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

"...I know you will..." you pout. "Okay, I'll let you go. Good luck. I hope you have an amazing first day. I'll see you at the end of the week, yeah?"

"Mhm. I'll call you to let you know how the day went later."

"Please do."

Toji hands you back your phone and walks toward the door with Megumi. "Let's get a move on," he says. He leans over quickly to peck your lips farewell. "I'll be back in a few."

"Don't speed, Toji."

"Speeding gets you places quicker," he winks and you suck your teeth disapprovingly. Megumi opens the door, his dad gripping the frame.

"Bye, boys. Stay out of trouble," you wave, eyes glassy as you watch Megumi walk out.

"See ya, doll."

"Bye, mum."

The three of you freeze the second the words hit the air, everyone stilling in their tracks.

You feel your heart burst as overwhelming happiness consumes you. Megumi keeps his face forward, hiding his reddening cheeks as he processes what he has just said. Toji stares at the back of his son's head, eyes wide, before he turns to look at you to find your shocked, giddy face.

You don't have any time to reply when Megumi clears his throat suddenly, sweat dotting his forehead, and he walks rigidly out of the house and swiftly down the hall without looking back.

Toji stays behind, keeping an eye on you when you look up at him, stunned. "Did he just...?" you murmur.

"Yep."

Your eyes immediately well with tears and your lips wobble, your hands flying over your mouth. "He sees me as his mom?" you whisper.

Toji chuckles, ducking down to you with his hand still gripping the door. "Of course he does. He's always adored you. Him and Tsumiki."

"I'm gonna cry."

The assassin chuckles softly, pressing his thumb to the corner of your eye gently. "You're already cryin.'"

"Shut up," you sniff. "God, I love those kids so much. I just wanna give him all the hugs in the world."

"And you'll be able to. There isn't a better woman on this planet to be there for the kids," he kisses your cheek. "That's why I plan t'marry you someday."

"Fuck you, Toj. You're gonna make me cry even more."

"Sorry, baby. Can't help talkin' about it," he leans back to the doorway. "Let me get the kid squared away and make sure he's not dyin' of embarrassment, then I'll be back to talk to ya about makin' this official."

"You're being for real?"

"Of course I am."

You lower your hands and beam. "Tell Megumi I love him and get back here soon."

"I will," he hums. "But I thought you said no speeding?"

"Just- make sure the two of you at least get to the school in one peace."

He smirks. "Will do, doll."

[moondirti]

MDNI. dubcon. objectification. degradation. humiliation. guys being gross. female reader. fingering. cunnilingus. pussy slapping. brief aftercare. an absurd amount of filth for something so short.

price helping you get over your fear of humiliation by inviting the guys over and prying your pussy open for them, half-slouched on his lap with your legs held up in the air :( they’re so mean about it, too. cooing condescending compliments, curling their nasty hands around your jaw to keep your head in place as they pet your most vulnerable places, like you’re the winning pup at a dog show and not a whole human—entitled to any boundary you set, regardless of how your husband feels.

they pay no heed to your protests, though. actually, the men avoid addressing you at all. rather, all their personal, invasive questions are directed to price, who answers them with his own self-satisfied grin.

‘keeps clenchin’ around nothing, desperate thing. hole this willing deserves to be gaped. how often d'you stuff her?’ depends on if she's been good.

‘fookin’ drooched, cap. does she taste as guid as she looks?’ mm, better. smells like nectar too. take a whiff, son. don’ wash my beard afterward on the occasion, jus to keep her under my nose.

‘think i can thaw a winter’s worth of ice with this cunt alone. heat’s practically radiating off ‘er. pathetic slut.’ y’should see how much worse it gets after a good beating, lieutenant. swells up, and damn well sears my palm.

and of course they take it upon themselves to test the validity of his answers. kyle works four fingers into you, then his thumb, stretching you open for his probing, angling your hips up to the light so that your insides are illuminated for his curious eye. if price didn’t have his rough hands anchored to the underside of your knees, you would have kicked his prized sergeant off.

embarrassment washes your neck in warmth, lashes droopy with fat tears. all your husband does to comfort you is place a scratchy kiss to your shoulder, soft hushes tickling your skin.

then, soap intercedes to shove his nose to your mons. he doesn’t just take a whiff — rather, he sucks in the sweet-sour tang your slick provides, testing it in both scent and taste. his hot tongue laves over where kyle’s fingers had been, incisors nibbling at the ripe bud of your clit. mortifying pleasure sinks low, sloshing in your belly’s bed. though you did not expect him to be, he isn’t modest about it. soap presses completely into your pussy, muzzle lacquered with wetness that rivals yours.

your whimpers devolve into moans. loud, a little unhinged. you’ve always played at dressing them up around price, worried that he’d turn away if your face screwed too tight, or your pleasure made itself known beyond what directly serves him. it’s exactly the habit that got you into this mess; and as you lose yourself to the scene, you can feel his delight blossoming against your back.

ghost scares you the most. he lets you have your orgasm, towering behind the man between your legs, but does not let him revel in it, yanking him back by his mohawk at the first twitch of your toes. in the fervour, you have hard time remembering what you should expect. especially when he doesn’t get to it immediately, wiping the gloss off your plush cunt. his callouses rash you, gritty, abrading the soft surface of your skin. it is only when you wince do his eyes crinkle in a manner cruel enough to evoke what’s to come.

but it’s too late to prime yourself. his hand flies back, coming back twice as fast to strike dead centre between your legs. it hurts. hurts so much more than it ever has before, your body unused to unrestrained strength. you scream, throat mangling around the rough cut of it, fighting wildly against price until you manage to escape his hold. immediately, instead of running away, you twist backwards, burying your face into his neck, calming yourself by taking deep breaths of his cologne. something heady — leather, tobacco, sandalwood — bridges the synapses in your brain, numbs the pain, if only a little.

“shhh, little one. you’re alright. it’s okay. doing so good for us.” he soothes, rubbing your sweaty back. the world narrows to just you and him, his men reduced to mere afterthoughts. to be dealt with later — though you doubt the conversation will be anywhere near reprimanding, more likely to end with a bottle of scotch split between four, approving slaps to the captain’s back, than it ever will in your defence.

“n-ne- never a-ga…”

“come, now. let’s not be brash, mm. i promised them a pump each. ‘n’ what kind of host would i be if i didn’t make good on that?”

[nanamisdickrider]

Sweet Treat

Pairing: soft Dom!nanami x reader

You were on your bed, sheets and blankets all messed up and almost falling off of the bed. Your back was arching and your face was shoved in your pillow with a strong and veiny hand on your head, gripping tightly on your hair. It felt like hours passed by since you and nanami started making love.

“M-moree! Nana—mi...can't you be rougher with—Ah!—me..?”

It all started when you randomly told nanami to be rough with you in bed, making him choke and almost spit out his warm tea. He's truly a sweetheart, he can't be rough with the woman he loves. But if that's what makes you happy then he'd be more than happy to oblige.

“Are you sure you can take it? Because if you try to tap out and whine to me that you can't take me anymore...I'll make you take it"

After that, you found yourself buried in your pillow and your ass red with slaps. Nanami pulled you back by the hair, careful enough to not hurt you too much. He leaned down and put his left arm on the pillow and let go of your hair, your face fell in the gap between his elbow. His muscles flexed as you clenched around his cock. Sucking him in deeper. Your cheeks were squished between his arm and you were struggling his breathe, not that you didn't like it. He thrusted in deeper, rolling his hips and leaving wet kisses on your back and neck. Making the darkest love bites on your soft skin. He groaned and used his free hand to reach down and rub your clit because he was close to his orgasm and he knew you were close too. “F-fuck baby...you hear her? She's sucking me in so hard, the wet noises? You hear em’ ?” you were fucked dumb and squashed between his arm. You couldn't think straight and yet managed to mumble a broken “y-yes!”

He rubbed on your clit in a circular motion and when you clenched down on him one last time. He shot hot ropes of cum inside you. His hips stuttering and and his thrusts getting sloppier. Soon after you came, coating his cock with your cum.

He pulled out and turned you over, placing you on your back. He looked at you with loving eyes and cupped your cheeks “Was my squeeze too hard love? Your cheeks are red.” his eyes showed a bit of concern for you. Making you smile. “no you didn't...actually, you should squeeze me harder next time!”