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thoughts on price w a lactation kink?? 🫣
Plenty. See Exhibit A and Exhibit B, if you will.
But, if you just want some thoughts... 😈
NSFW MDNI TW: lactation kink, breeding kink, sacrilege? but in sort of a Hozier kind of way...
I don't think that John Price has a lactation kink purely for the selfish satisfaction of watching your face twist into a complicated smear of shame and pleasure as he sucks the sweet, life-giving warmth from your swollen breast, using his jaw to knead your flesh, his tongue to help guide your nectar between his lips, sucking in long, deep pulls to drain you of your rich milk.
Price doesn't just get off on the little, desperate mewl you make when his thick beard scrapes the softest skin of your nipple, rolling the tip of his strong tongue around your pert peak, coaxing your body to let down even more of his prize. Even though he tries his best to stay focused on keeping a steady rhythm, your silky stream rushing down his throat makes his cock twitch and drool like a starving, snarling beast, hungry for its own hot supper.
No, he yearns for that one, singular sound. The siren's song of his heart. He wants to hear you breathe it in your lungs and form it in your mouth and let it escape like a dove from its dark cote, quiet and yet cooing right into his eager ears.
Your sigh of relief makes his dick pulse with a sort of sick pride. From all of your soreness and tender pain, the constant ache of bearing your decadent burdens, he is the one to deliver you to peace. He is the one to bring you comfort. Him and his hungry, suckling mouth are your sanctuary.
Price's zealous thirst is your release from hurt, from pressure, from the leaking rivulets staining your sheets, a bright, new-found freedom from being so overfull that it makes you want to sob, and it's that mind-wiping alleviation which makes you so pliant for him, so ready and willing to spread your legs just a little wider, love, so he can feed his prick deep into your sacred, sacral center; that throbbing, shining, nearly-opalescent shell which welcomes his girthy offering.
As you feed him, he feeds you. Your milk in his mouth, his dick in your cunt. Your keening, his grunting. Your gushing, his pounding. There is a war between you; an infinite entropy of gain and loss and take and give - a roiling, tumbling, undulating wave of pleasure and pressure, rocking you like a ship with slackening sails, soaking at the mercy of the tide.
As you feed him, he heals you. With every crave-wild swallow of your milk, he revels in your satisfaction. Price listens to the timbre of your moans morph from troubled and weary - the hiss of a breath - to sonorant and needy - the hum of a moan - and he hunts that relaxation for you like a lion on a gazelle, dragging it towards you in offering: your protector, your provider.
And yet... there is something else. There's a second shadow, a double exposure. There is something lurking beneath the surface of all of his heroism. Something dark and unmanaged, like a forest and its fire, the flames of his desire licking for you and glowing ever-closer.
You are his to eat. His. Like a snapping mutt with a fresh bone, he subsumes you. You are not just a fleeting fancy, a sneaky kink to enjoy and destroy; no, you are his obsession. His belly is full of you, his cheeks are full of you, his balls are full for you. You. You. You. Just you. Only you. There is nothing else but to suck and to fuck and to drink and to love and to breathe in the breaths that you scream out, gulping them in sharp gasps when he comes up for air, quickly to return to his plush, writhing meal, eating you until he is drunk on your creamy vintage.
Your breasts hang for him like fruit on the vine, heavy and ready to be plucked, and he drowns in the wine of your body. He is wet from you; your pussy's frothy come coating his cock, your sugary cream coating his throat, all of it innocent and white and sacred like an offering. And it is. Your body is his sacrament. He is on his knees as he bends over you, praying for your release, for your blessing, for that twisting clench of your trembling temple. Every thrust is a sin-stained reminder that his work brings about your joy. His effort delivers your delight. His feasting is your fulfillment. John is devout.
And when you're empty, when he continues to drag weak, lax lips over your devoured flesh, mourning the loss of his delicious font, he fills you back up. Price fucks his length into you with complete, shameless abandon, his body arching and sweating and tensing and laboring for you, bending like a bow to shoot rope after rope of sticky come into the deepest part of your shuddering, stretched quim. His mind races with lurid visions of your womb flooding with his seed, of planting a bountiful garden of life with you there, helping you cradle his gift inside of you by sheathing himself fully, letting not one drop escape.
It's the bath and the bubbles afterwards that make him hard again because there you are: sleepy, sated, and sighing so sweetly for him. He tries and fails to hide his flagging erection as he washes your body, covered in temporary tattoos of his teeth and fingers, massaging the muscles that held him so close during his feeding, the arms that cradled his head and hugged his shoulders, the legs that squeezed his hips and wrapped around his broad back, holding onto him and refusing to let go. It's the balms and the lotions, all to keep your skin soft and comforted, and he applies them liberally, rubbing you in soporific circles until you are as far from suffering as you have ever been, floating in a peaceful Eden of his own foddering.
Price admires you as he lays you beside him in his bed, tucking you close to him, letting his belly press against the small of your back, clutching your hip just so that he can rest his cock against your folds, reminding you, even in your sleep, that he is your safety and your source of mindless bliss.
And when you wake up in the middle of the night aching and full again, leaking from your heavy tits? Don't worry. He's always hungry.
#uhhhh#thanks for the ask!#sorry i got a little carried away#can you tell i have a k!nk#my bad#i mean... you did ask for it#hehehe#lactation kink#call of duty fanfic#captain john price#call of duty#cod mw2#cod#john price#cod mwii#captain price#captain price x you#captain price x reader#lactating kink#captain price mw2#captain johnathan price#john price smut#john price x reader#john price x you#price cod#price mw2#price x reader#price
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I'm re-reading the main game and this line from Normal 6-7 got me thinking 🧐
If this is true... It means everyone would know when MC and one of the characters spent the night together. In other words, everyone looks at Barbatos funny when he starts smelling like a certain human..
a;fksdfjf
This has to be one of those details they put in and then forgot about lol. I wonder if they ever mention it again.
I kinda think Barbatos would have methods of disguising such a thing if he really wanted to. Like he seems to know a lot about scents and perfumes and such. He could easily make up something to mask it.
However, I don't think he actually would do that unless MC asked him to.
Because while Barbatos is always a proper gentleman, he's also possessive. He would quietly walk around with your scent on him like it's no big deal, in fact he might act like it's expected. Doesn't comment on it at all, just goes about his day. And if any demon happens to make note of it, he just says something like "why yes, of course. I am often sleeping in the same room as MC." as if that demon is dumb for even wondering about it.
And if anyone complains... like perhaps a demon says they're jealous and why don't THEY smell like MC? To which Barb's response would likely be, "I'm afraid no one will have that honor aside from myself, as MC belongs to me." Cue ominous dark aura of magic freaking everybody out lol.
#sorry I got a little carried away#man I miss him#I need to write about him more again#obey me barbatos#mjoria#cc mutuals#misc answers
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he's from the 90's and every trade and twink at the gay club wanted him BAD. wore white tanktops, mesh shirts and jeans exclusively. he was in love with the brunette harness-babe couch-queen boy that didn't date anyone because they "couldn't afford" him. people catch them making out in the bathroom
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Re your last headcanon ask: I ABSOLUTELY think we get an unfair balance of jealous Aventurine as compared to Ratio. Do you have any thoughts on how Ratio's jealousy/possessiveness would manifest? Aventurine-centric again, but I love in fanfic/fanart when he's being all over the top friendly to Ratio and then sends whoever Ratio was talking to The Death Glare™. Real gap moe.
I also love when jealousy is the thing that makes them realize "oh Shit I think I care about him more than the average coworker amount"
Okay I think. The thing about Ratio is he's so resigned to his own isolation that he probably doesn't usually GET jealous bc he's just like "of course people want to spend time with others over me. they always do. I don't care." and I think it would be a pretty new feeling to him. He'd beat himself up a LOT for getting possessive because he'd be so annoyed at how irrational it is. So his possessiveness would probably be more lowkey than Aventurine's.
I think pre-relationship he sits there and silently seethes watching aventurine flirt and YES that would probably be the thing that makes him realise he likes him a little too much. Just imagine Ratio on the sidelines watching Aventurine show a little shoulder at a bar, distracting someone he's about to fleece, and he's just hit by this competely irrational emotion he has NO idea what to do with. All he knows is he wants to march over there and throw the mark out the window.
But in a relationship he'd know that was a Tactic aventurine uses, and I think he'd kind of get off on the "Aventurine is playing all these people they don't know he's only interested in ME" (Top 50 ratio ego moments) In fact it might be a tactic of theirs on missions, to have Aventurine seduce someone and then have Ratio show up like "hello darling. mwah." and Aventurine introduces him as his Husband. (They are not married.) It makes the mark uncomfortable and also makes them feel like they can confide in Aventurine because they Share A Secret with him.
(And maybe Ratio Thoroughly Enjoys kissing Aventurine in front of them to make a Statement, and Later, Alone, reminding Aventurine who he's always going to go home with.)
Sorry another cut, I rambled again but way more this time.
I think it's easy to enter more complicated territory with Ratio's possessiveness, with Aventurine's past being what it is. It would be important that what Ratio feels possessive of isn't Aventurine, but Aventurine's feelings and attention. When Ratio is jealous he's usually doing something to get Aventurine's attention back on him. But - traumatised king that he is - Aventurine ASKS for marks and growly, frustrated possessiveness. He taunts Ratio. Asks him to "claim me", that type of shit. Asks if Ratio will buy him a collar to replace the one he wears for the IPC. Asks if Ratio would wear his collar instead, with Aventurine's address on his nametag, instead of asking him to move in like a sane person.
(Sorry my "Aventurine takes his trauma and regains power over it by sexualising it on HIS terms" agenda is so strong.)
Ratio says he's just going along with Aventurine's kinks to let him work through shit in a safe environment, but he's definitely into having Aventurine whine that he's His, or dig his nails into his hips and tell him he's HIS. He's never really been Wanted like this, enough that Aventurine covers him with bites that make him feel warm whenever he sees them, and he's never Wanted anyone else like this. It's a thrill, even if it is humiliating that Aventurine reduces him to animalistic urges. (And even more humiliating that he's then into Aventurine making fun of him for that.)
And then he buys Aventurine a necklace with his little owl eye symbol on it, and Aventurine wears that Everywhere.
.... and buys Ratio a collar with a small aventurine stone attached instead of a nametag.
#long post#hsr#ratiorine#minors dni#sorry I got a little Carried Away#bc I think they've definitely had Possessive Sex and aventurine has said things no mortal ears should hear about how ratio belongs to him#lauwrites
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i've been sucked into women's hockey and women's soccer now......... ik hockey rules so im fine with that, soccer on the other hand. yeah idk anything about it. all ik is that leah williamson is my pookie and wifey.
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soccer is so easy to understand trust me i used to play 🤓☝️
i used to have a leah poster in my room i was in LOVE she was my gay awakening. actually fuck i take that back ALEX MORGANN i have like 8 of her jerseys holy shit she IS mother
name your kid after something you love THIS PARTICULAR GAME HOLY FUCK
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what if: merman! diluc?
OHHHHH YOU’RE OUT TO GET ME ANON. MER!DILUC….. 😵💫😵💫😵💫 yk what. as much as i crave him shirtless and soaked i think diluc might be better suited as a fisherman….. do we see the vision.
he is so gentle and peaceful and when he finds you washed up and injured on the beach he doesn’t hesitate to patch you up…. brings you freshly caught fish so you can eat and regain your strength, guts them himself and cooks them on an open fire, and you can’t help but wonder what it’d feel like to be under those hands. hands capable of something so cruel but also so tender. he ties a piece of cloth around your injured fin and you want his touch to burn your skin, to feel that devastation. etc. you get it
#sorry i got a little carried away#anyway lulu is a gentle giant and i <3 him#he’s a baby!!!!!!#sorry for deviating from the trope you gave anon :’3 i rlly do love mer!diluc too!!!!!#he would be so stunning……#also . mer!kaeya 😵💫😵💫 phewwwwww#but yeah in conclusion i need fisherman!diluc desperately#ask tag ✩
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Yeah I noticed that too. All of a sudden people who found joy in OFMD are like, "it's just not as good. It's not as deep." But it is and it IS. Just because the waters are calm doesn't mean the pool is shallow.
Yeah exactly!!
"Not as deep" people were writing multiple page analyses of the subversion of romance tropes and gender stereotypes and stuff when the first season came out!! Just because it isn't dark doesn't mean it isn't deep! There's nothing wrong with liking dark impactful media with a lot of badass anger and dry humor, but there's also nothing wrong with the opposite! There's nothing wrong with liking the representation of a flamboyant gay man sauntering around in a silk robe!! People are really like that in real life too!! "Black Sails guy would eat Stede for breakfast" no shit! So would half the pirates IN OFMD and that's the fucking point! Stede is unusually soft and gentle for a pirate and the fact that he keeps accidentally killing and maiming and escaping death is the whole point and appeal of the show. Truly I don't know how people look at two shows of two completely different tones and genres and say "well this one is bad because it doesn't do it like that one" BITCH WHAT DO YOU THINK A GENRE IS!!!!! Do you hear yourself??? "A Cinderella Story starring Hillary Duff is bad because no one gets their foot chopped off and the protagonist ends up happy and comfortable" that's what you sound like!!! "Barbie and the diamond castle and LOTR are both about the hero's journey and friendship and how power corrupts but barbie is bad because they have dancing puppies and their songs aren't about death" fuck off!!! Let people enjoy levity and happiness!!
#ofmd#anonymous#sorry i got a little carried away#im just tired of the 'its not good media unless its more drama than comedy'#theyre supposed to be goofy thats the fucking purpose of it!!!!#dont watch if you dont like things being goofy but that does not mean that everyone who does is wrong!!!
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Yesterday I went to the supermarket and it was the most crowded i have ever experienced any supermarket in my life. Like. They made us queue up to even enter and i was waiting for like 30 minutes to pay. So today i am very scared to return because What the fuck was that and is it over now???
#my mouth dropped open behind my mask and remained that way for the entire time#and yes i did consider to leave again as soon as i saw the queue in Front of the entrance#but i'm generally too stubborn for this so i went in and waited patiently in the roughly 50 meter long queue to pay#(they had colored duct tape leading to each of the 7 registers so everyone could choose a line and had to stay On the tape#love the coordination of this. germany could never)#and i saw a banner with the dates November 17th to November 19th on it but i did not take the time to translate what it said#but i do hope that means it is over now and i can buy my silly little salad today without waiting for 30+ minutes#it wasn't even that bad before chuseok#I've never seen anything like this even the day before Christmas eve when the shops will be closed for 3 days and people act like it's the#apocalypse#and funnily enough my mother and i talked about what to buy for Christmas so she can get everything before i come back#because otherwise we'd have to go to grocery stores on December 23rd and that's not something we're willing to do#sorry i got a little carried away#I'm still. flabbergasted. what the fuck was that#void screams
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Okay so to make up a little for almost giving you a heart attack, I have a genuine ask. (God, I hope this makes sense)
What is your favourite fictional scent? E.g the petrichor in DS after timefall, the smoke of Delsin's powers, the unique flora and fauna in Horizon Zero Dawn.
I love this question so much, you don’t even know! Also sorry for completely zoning out and forgetting to answer 😅
Because I’m me, I’m listing multiples, and not just one.
-the aroma of a bowl of Ichiraku ramen as I’m surrounded by fellow shinobi after a stressful mission, warm and hearty broth filling my senses as we all laugh as a way to dissipate the trauma and stress of battle, and the way the white haired man that I lean my head on smells like the woods, like cedarwood and moss, and the healing ointment we all carried, as tears of merely surviving and loss and joy and a million other complex emotions I carry with me at seeing the faces of my remaining comrades with me fall down
-the overwhelming scent of a campfire on my clothing and in the air as I watch Delsin dash off, heeding the call of a hero’s endless job, the way he glances back at me as he grins, a promise that he’ll always return for our late night chats by the waterside, where the diesel gas and salt from the water gently bathes us in a dreamy haze
-the harsh, acrid scent of chiralium lingering in my senses as I taste salt on my lips from where he kissed me, just moments before he vanishes in the blink of an eye. It smells like hot molten metal, and…and somewhere in the back of my mind, blood. Traces of sandalwood linger on my neck, where he caressed me without his cold gloves, warm skin against my flush skin. It’s this memory of the man etched into my very being, the heat of his blue eyes as the earthy aroma of petrichor surrounds us as he tells me the truth. As he kisses me for the first time.
#sorry I got a little carried away#😅#leo rambles#ask meme#thank you Pandora!!#naruto#death stranding#infamous second son
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reader being the pretty little victim he left alive out of all his friends! typical Stockholm syndrome trope yk, he keeps her in a pretty pink room in his house never letting her leave 😞 i have no type of creative skills but that’s all i have
oh em gee this is so yandere haru! something about you just has him so interested and he truly doesn’t know why :( he keeps you around as a sort of test subject but his insatiable lust for you only grows stronger and stronger until he feels like he might die without you. you’re better than any drug he’s taken, he wishes the high you give him lasts forever. and ofc you love him just a much 🥺 he does so much like giving you a nice expensive home to live in with him, meals from only the finest chefs, and who can forget the breathtaking dick you struggle to take almost every night. he’s so good to you, you see no evil in him whatsoever—maybe that’s what he wants.
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seol☀️: https://pin.it/73QSPDHK1
moon🌙: https://pin.it/6F1ZyUSfY
🎄mommy issues!JK
“say aah~ om nom nom~ see? isn’t it good?”
“mooom..you’re too loud. i can’t hear the movie”
“then go to your room, seol. did you forget you have a TV in there?”
“no, but i want to stay and watch it with you”
“then, mommy’s gonna be a little loud”
seol pouts as he keeps his eyes trained on the television in front of him. your attention is back on your now 1-year-old daughter, moon who is whining for another spoonful of dakjuk. “sorry sorry” you apologize as you feed her more of the delicious porridge. you hear your phone go off causing you to look at it:
from hubby💍💕
i found that iron man toy seol wanted!
look at how cute this is for moonie
[photo attached]
to hubby💍💕:
you better not buy that for moon & are you still buying seol a phone?
he wrote it on his christmas list three times 😅
~🫧
It’s the best time of the year.
Jungkook enters the house with a sense of relief. The bags of gifts in his hands feel heavy,
but the excitement of getting back to his family makes every step lighter. He slips off his shoes, his eyes already searching for the warmth of his home.
He can hear the faint sounds of the TV from the living room, Seol’s quiet voice barely audible over the noise of the Christmas movie playing.
The soft clink of the utensils in the kitchen tells him you’re taking care of Moon, feeding her her porridge as always.
He pauses for a moment in the doorway, watching the scene in front of him. Seol is sitting on the couch, his eyes locked on the screen, the familiar pout on his lips as he tries to focus on the movie.
“MY MOONIE!!!!” Jungkook coos.
But as soon as Seol hears the door creak, his little head snaps in Jungkook’s direction.
“Dad!” Seol exclaims, his face lighting up as he jumps off the couch and runs over to him.
Jungkook laughs softly and kneels down to catch him in his arms. “Hey, buddy, you’ve been good today?”
Seol nods, bouncing in his dad’s arms with excitement. “Can we do the presents now? Please?”
Jungkook grins, ruffling his son’s hair. “Yeah, we can. But remember, no peeking, alright?”
Seol’s eyes widen in exaggerated shock. “I won’t peek, I promise!” he says dramatically, his tiny hands gripping the presents he’s already been eyeing, ready to help.
Jungkook’s heart melts at the sight. He watches Seol carefully arrange the gifts under the tree, making sure they’re placed just right.
“You’re doing a great job, kid,” Jungkook praises, standing behind him and watching with pride.
With the presents under the tree, Jungkook stands up straight and looks around the room. His eyes land on you, and his heart skips a beat.
You’re sitting on the couch, Moon resting in your arms, her little eyes bright and curious as she looks up at him. His gaze softens, and a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.
“This is perfect,” he murmurs to himself, before walking over to join you on the couch. He places a hand on your shoulder, leaning down to kiss the top of your head.
The world outside may be cold, but in this moment, his world is perfect. He wraps his arms around both you and Moon, feeling the warmth of your little family.
Seol hops over to him with a piece of paper in his hands, excited to share his creation. “Dad! I wrote my note for Santa!” he says, holding it up proudly.
So fucking cute.
Jungkook lifts him up and sits him on his lap, looking at the crayon-written note with amusement. “Let’s make sure it’s extra special,” he says, smiling down at Seol as he starts to write out his wish.
Jungkook can’t help but laugh. His family is everything to him….
each moment with you, with Seol, with Moon, is a gift in itself. He watches Seol write,
Moon quietly snuggled against him, and he pulls you in close, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I love you so much,” he whispers, feeling his heart swell with gratitude.
He knows that this is the life he’s always wanted. A family, a home full of love, and you—his everything.
His gaze lingers on you longer than it should, an unsettling intensity in his eyes. He’s careful to mask it with a soft smile, but in his mind, a darker thought swirls.
You’re mine… The words echo in his head, but he can’t help it—he wants you all to himself, every piece of you. No one else could ever compare, and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep it that way.
“Merry Christmas, babe,” he says softly, his voice thick with emotion, but there’s a possessiveness in it too, an edge that only he understands.
As the laughter of his children fills the room, he feels that familiar protective instinct flare up.
He tightens his grip around you, ensuring you’re close, making sure no one could ever take you from him. Not Seol, not Moon, not anyone.
But his thoughts take a darker turn as he watches you laugh, your eyes twinkling. The way you look at them, the way you care for them.
He looks down at Seol, who’s now tugging at his sleeve, ready to move on to the next part of the Christmas tradition.
But his thoughts are still on you, on your laugh, the warmth of your touch. He won’t let anything—anyone—ever threaten the peace he’s worked so hard to build.
“I’ll make sure of it,” he mutters under his breath, his fingers gripping the paper Seol is holding as the weight of his thoughts presses down on him.
The house is filled with the laughter and warmth of the season, but a darkness simmers just beneath the surface, threatening to rise.
He just loves Christmas.. It’s so beautiful, so merry.
He’ll protect his family. Always.
And no one will ever take you away from him. Not now, not ever.
#ask: mi!jk#oh my God I’m so excited for this one#THIS FAMILY IS THE CUTEST#sorry I got a little carried away
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Okay I feel the need to say that they are most definitely not childhood friends in the mainline 616 comics. They didn't really meet officially until college. And even THEN, Harry was sweet on Flash Thompson far before he even liked Peter. But then guess what? Peter showed him one (1) microcosm of kindness and compassion (because Peter was growing as a person!) and then Harry just straight up fell in love with him (and so did Flash, and so did Gwen).
So yeah, they are BETTER than childhood friends to star crossed lovers. We don't acknowledge Howard Mackie rewrites in this house. It's about the GROWTH it's about the DRAMA it's about the parallels between them it's about the tragic doomed polycule that was the Coffee Bean Gang and how Harry's death was the climax of it all. It's about the love that wasn't fated to happen, but did anyways, because Peter Parker pulled his ass out of his head for the first time to try and make Harold Osborn have a less shitty day one random morning when they were both in college.
Parksborn is, at its core, about evolution.
propaganda:
childhood best friends to lovers + doomed yaoi in every universe (except for that one universe where they’re both girls + canonically dating)
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Hey CC check this out
I tried it few times in different chats and found this extremely hilarious for some reason Can you imagine him having any other eye color than green? jeez
LOL. Just another reason not to use AI. How dare it get Barb's eye color wrong three different times???
It almost sounds like it's looking at his nails instead. Dark purple nails, right? And then it's like well, that color could be interpreted as dark blue, so I'll guess that. And then it's like oh no? Still purple maybe? How about light purple?
Not even close!
I wouldn't mind seeing Barbatos with any of those eye colors, just because it'd probably look interesting, but yeah obviously still incorrect. Easy ways to spot an imposter, you know??
I'm just imagining one of those scenarios where there's a clone of someone and the other person has to figure out which one is real.
Fake Barb: You must see that I am the true Barbatos, MC.
Real Barb: I trust you to make the correct choice, MC.
MC: *points at the fake* You're obviously not real.
Fake Barb: Are you certain?
Real Barb: How do you know?
MC: Because the real Barbatos has green eyes! *proceeds to punch out the fake lol*
Real Barb: *tears in his eyes* MC, I have never felt this understood. (Also horny, but he won't say that.)
Also you know what a dumb mistake. Giving yourself away immediately with that oversight, Fake Barb!
#sorry I got a little carried away#but that is what it made me think of lol#obey me#obey me barbatos#kroskimk#misc answers
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no thoughts- just Logan smoking some big ass cigar at any given moment.
#logan howlett#logan howlett x reader#james logan howlett#marvel imagine#marvel bts#he’s actually just a big ‘ol’ cat#i want to snuggle him#i’m delusional#i need him so fucking bad#like literally#WOOF WOOF BARK BARK#sorry i got a little carried away there#yeah he’s so fine#he’s so pretty#i love his fluffy hair#smooch#marvel boy#marvel men#i love you hugh jackman#hugh jackman#wolverine#wolverine x reader
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listen. if you don’t like sabrina carpenter that’s fine, but that woman’s outfits are so stunning and i can just imagine ghost going absolutely mad seeing you in them.
especially in something like THIS. that man would go absolutely fucking feral.
normally he would be ripping your cute little outfits and lingerie at the seams, but oh no, not this one. the baby blue just looked so perfect, hugging your curves in all the right places. he had to keep this outfit safe no matter the cost.
one night, you slip it on right before he comes home from work, and set yourself up all pretty for him. your hair fanning out across your face, skin glowing, an angel amongst a sea of blankets and pillows right there on top of his bed.
simon’s angel.
and oh he is on his knees for you.
he’d worship every last inch of your body. those perfect, round tits that he’d suck into his mouth eagerly. he’d kiss down the plump of your tummy, the dip of your hips, until he’s nestled in between your legs.
he’d kiss along your inner thighs, moving his thumb up to rub at your sensitive nub, your back arching up into him, whining out his name like the pretty little thing you were.
simon would take his time with you. always does. he doesn’t want to hurt his girl when he finally does settle himself in between your legs, his cock heavy and sliding against your folds. the lingerie is still on, panties tugged to the side around his thumb.
“all this for me?” he’d ask in that deep, loving voice, reserved only for you. strands of his golden hair, that have grown out a bit more than usual, stick to his forehead. a handsome grin is plastered along his scarred face, lust filled eyes gleam down at you and you’d whine.
god, you loved him so much.
and he’d let you know he felt the same, wrapping his hands around the curve of your waist while he pressed himself into you. pressed himself into heaven.
“look at ya. so pretty.” you swear you hear him whine.
“takin’ me so well like a good girl.” this time you whine.
his thumb comes up to rub at your clit again while he pistons into you relentlessly. his tip hits that sweet spot so deep inside that you see stars and he backs off for a moment before hitting it over and over again.
your moans only encourage him further, his free hand roaming you like he can’t keep off of you, can’t get enough of you.
he grabs your jaw, your lips pursing from his grip. simon looks down at you with an expression so feral you could have orgasmed from that alone.
“gunna fill ya fulla me, sweet’art, that alright?”
you whine and beg for him.
yes. please, simon. inside, please.
“sing for me, angel. i wanna hear tha pretty voice.”
and you do sing for him. his name falling from your lips like a hymn, a gentle song only meant for his ears. simon can’t help but hold onto you tighter, gruff hands digging into the meat of your hips as you clench around him so tight he feels dizzy.
and he all but loses his damn mind, fucking you into the mattress despite how overstimulated you are. tears stain your pink cheeks and he thumbs them away, pressing into you so far you can feel him in your guts.
simon’s rambling, his forehead pressing into your temple as you cry out, your tears dampening his cheeks.
“ya look like a fucking goddess in this damn outfit. so beautiful. dunno wha tha fuck i did in my past life, but damned brute like me doesn’t deserve ya.”
he won’t stop talking. it’s all so much, yet the praise is sending you over the moon. your skin is on fire where his thrusts meet your ass, and you know there will be purple hand shaped bruises blooming along the expanse of your body when the morning comes.
“fuckkk,” his hips stutter slightly, your core becoming tight as he pulls himself completely out and slams himself right back to the hilt continuously.
“gunna breed this pretty pussy,” and you clench around him so fucking tight he almost collapses, a guttural moan escaping his chapped lips.
“ya like that, baby? want me to make ya a mummy?”
your back arches and you scream for him, white consuming your vision. simon’s hands grab ahold of your plump thighs and his hips roll down into you one last time. he twitches inside of your warmth while his spend coats your velvety walls. his arms reach up to wrap around your torso that’s still arched, his forehead pressing into your ribs as he catches his breath.
you both sit this way for a while, until he regains his composure and lowers your tired body back down to the bed.
when he sits up right your eyes are closed, long lashes tickling the apples of your blushing cheeks. your breathing is even now, and your skin is somehow glowing even more than it was when he first walked in. your hair cascades out around you like a wave. his palm hesitantly glides up along your tummy as if taboo. as if someone like him was undeserving of someone as soft as you.
and simon swears when he looks up at you, taking you in completely, he sees the glow of a halo above your head and a pair of angel wings nestled against the silk sheets of the bed beneath you.
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