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justawanderer · 8 months ago
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Chapters: 15/? Fandom: Shadowhunters (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood Characters: Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane, Isabelle Lightwood, Jace Wayland, Clary Fray, Simon Lewis, Ragnor Fell, Catarina Loss, Lydia Branwell, Imogen Herondale, original characters (minor) - Character Additional Tags: slow to medium build, Alternate Season/Series 01, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mutual Pining, Competent Alec Lightwood, Competent Magnus Bane, Smitten Alec Lightwood, Smitten Magnus Bane, Parabatai Troubles, Jace learns the consequences of his actions as a subplot, Things with Jace eventually get better, Derunement, Author fucks with the lore, Alec Lightwood is Demisexual, Alec Lightwood is Not a Virgin, Thats not plot relevant but I know some people are weird about it Summary:
AU Immediately following "I'd do you Pro Bono!"
Alec has been trained since birth to be a Shadowhunter, and for at least the past decade to be the Head of the Institute. When the Clave shows itself to be callous and coy in the face of the Valentine threat, Alec finds his biggest fear coming to pass.
 ***Do not copy or re-post***
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thatrandomblogsays · 11 months ago
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Annabeth: I, a child, had to earn Thalia’s love, that’s how the world works! I have to earn my moms love. Love is transactional, you gotta be worthy of it first silly :)
Percy, listening to this on the train
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tennessoui · 2 months ago
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it’s like baby gorl there’s no way I, the author who wrote the fic you’re commenting on and who is the intended audience for this comment, am gonna agree with you 😿🙏 some things can just stay on your chest 🙏
#there’s a threshold I think of what I accept in comments about characters#and their actions or about who is in the wrong or what should happen#because I do like reading people’s opinions#and sometimes when someone is like I didn’t like obi-wan in this fic#I’m like makes sense! maybe you weren’t supposed to or maybe the argument they had was supposed to not be clear cut on who is right#because arguments in real life don’t always have a clear cut winner or morally superior person lmao#I’m ok with that I’m ok with comments saying boo this character is annoying#because sometimes they just are (eg the amount of people who just don’t like obiwan in pbatmb like?? yeah of course he’s not gonna be nice#but I digress lol#anyway but there’s a threshold of when comments about not liking a character go too far and you’re just like.#saying mean things about the writing itself and that’s not something lm gonna allow to be normalized#no matter the intention behind it#you do not type a comment like this knowing it wil be send to an author#who will get an email notification about a comment#click on it and go oooo long comment :D and then go oh.#you don’t do that it’s rude it’s being a jerk#I’ve been here for like 3 almost 4 years I feel ancient in this fandom sometimes#and I’ve gotten so much feedback on my work through that time and so many nice comments and community#but mean comments can really hurt especially new writers#and they can make people who maybe would write fic for a fandom decide to not#like this isn’t even that mean I can almost see the writer just wanting to say how they feel#but sometimes you do not have to 🙏#also I just think this understanding of the characterizations in the fic and probably their understanding of the characters in the films#is a wee bit trash but that’s for me to say in the long tags of my own blog post and not for me to comment on their fics for the fandom#(they don’t have any but I did check because 3am kit felt nosy)
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palukoo · 15 days ago
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this is SUCH an insane thing to say in a random blog post/obituary especially as the author is ostensibly not a lesbian. like truly hello??? that said. well… points we’re made!! there WAS something vaguely dykey about her.
#‘if the right role had come along’ it DID if you open your eyes to the TRUTH.#I am of course referring to the second mrs de winter but I’m also referring to christabel caine of born to be bad as well as#(and say it with me here) peggy day of the women.#also lisa letter from an unknown woman is a beautiful portrait of insane comp het and eve the bigamist is of course bi. to me.#she did have something dykey about her! she did thrive in roles that I think are involved in toxic yuri situations!#old hollywood#joan fontaine#<- if someone is in the joantaine tag and just stumbles upon my insane ramblings. rip. I crave internal organization sorry#anyways this has been in my drafts forever I’m just finally bored enough at work to post it. if you’re thinking ‘hey wtf is this how did#you come across this’ see that’s easy I googled ‘joan fontaine gay’ just in case :) and now I am always thinking about this#truly I’m like 97% this was written by a straight man so I’m just like. well. look I know there’s something vaguely dykey about her but how#do YOU know that. how are you seeing that. what. it’s like (and this is topical) the production code being like hm rebecca too gay where#it’s like YEAH of course it’s gay but you weren’t supposed to know that!! also ftr I’m not actually saying anything about joantaine’s#actual sexuality here lmao. I just am like yeah you know there really was something vaguely dykey about her. why on earth did you say it#like this in your blog post from 2013 about her death. why did you say ‘much less enjoyed heterosexual thrusting’ what????#my post#there is nothing about this paragraph that isn’t a at least little bit crazy lmao. it’s beautiful. why did he say this??#also ‘may I say something I’ve never said before’ yeah sure buddy speak your truth
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towards-toramunda · 9 months ago
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As soon as a ship goes from “cute flirting omg do they like each other” to “they’re meant to be and they’re soulmates who would’ve always found each other” I lose interest. Theres just so much romance and passion in actively choosing someone even if the world disagrees that I will never get from “meant to be”. Like… where’s the tension? Where’s the leap of faith?
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tchaikovskaya · 1 month ago
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The worst part about that antm model’s answer to the question about the ethics of wearing fur is that I see her vision. she right even if she’s pollyanna about it!!!
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moonssugar · 1 year ago
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all this oppenheimer discourse reminds me of that time in middle school they had us write and essay and make a slideshow about whether bombing japan was necessary with the implication that they wanted us to think it was necessary and made sure that everyone’s essay said it was necessary at the end by always contradicting anyone who said otherwise until they fell in and agreed on presentation day. i mean going around critiquing anyone who was having second thoughts ‘well yeah but the prevention of prolonged war and death of us solider??’ they showed interviews of people from hiroshima and nagasaki who described in detail how they watched their children die under rubble and how people were burned and how people slowly died of radiation poisoning but still felt comfortable ending the class with “it was necessary because the deaths of american soldiers etc etc etc”. even after showing us that. i remember being the one of maybe two or three kids who never yielded to it. propaganda begins early
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viva-la-whump · 9 months ago
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Febuwhump Day 13
@febuwhump
And now we're back with Thrawn!
“YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO GET HURT”
Thalias winced as the doctor started stitching up the cuts on her back. She heard a sharp,  yet quiet intake of breath as the man standing off to the side had felt that prick of pain, too. Her mouth tugged into a small, lopsided smirk.
“I’m alright, detective. I promise.”
“You weren’t supposed to get hurt,” Thrawn said, taking a step forward.
“I knew the risks when I agreed to the assignment. I think I can consider myself lucky that this was all I walked away with. Those poor women…”
Detective Thrawn had come up with a plan to try and catch the  Ripper. It was dangerous and nearly reckless, but almost all good plans were, and Thalias hadn’t seen Thrawn come up with a bad plan yet. So that's why she’d readily volunteered to pose as a prostitute to try and catch the homicidal maniac before he could strike again.
Except, he had struck. And he had struck hard.
Somehow he had figured out Thalias wasn’t a real prostitute and had decided to punish Scotland Yard for this offense. So, instead of killing just one girl like he normally did, he killed four. And on top of that, he’d attacked Thalias from behind, knocking her out before she could even get a glimpse of him, and carved one word into her back: THRAWN.
“Besides, I should be the one apologizing. I must have done or said something to tip him off. If I’d done a better job–”
“No,” Thrawn said firmly, stopping her and closing the distance between them. Thalias wished she wasn’t lying prone and could look at his face, but he seemed to sense that and knelt down so they were eye to eye. “You mustn't blame yourself, Thalias. Those actions were his and his alone. And if blame must be placed elsewhere, then it is at my feet. It was my plan and I am your superior officer. I take full responsibility for what happens to my people and those  under my protection.”
She stared at him, seeing the conviction on his face and the apology in his eyes. He always meant exactly what he said. Thalias had known a lot of people in her life like that. In fact, she wasn't sure she’d met any. That was one of the things that made Thrawn such a good man, and an excellent leader. And friend.
Thalias winced again when the doctor gave too strong a tug on one of her sutures. She closed her eyes against the pain, but then opened them in surprise when she felt Thrawn’s hand squeeze her’s. She gave a small smile of gratitude and squeezed right back.
They stayed like that as the doctor finished and then Thrawn left the room to give her privacy as she dressed in clean clothes.
“I’m sending you on leave for the time being,” he informed her when he reentered the room. “Not only to give your wounds time to heal, but I suspect the Ripper will be keeping an eye on you now, perhaps go so far as to…finish the job. I do not intend to place you in that danger or to provide him with another victim.”
“But where will I stay? I can’t stay here if he’s watching me, and that will put Che’ri in danger, too.”
“I’ve already sent word to my sister, Borika. She and her husband live several days’ ride north of the city and have agreed to let both you and your sister stay with them.”
Thalias’ jaw draped open. “I couldn’t impose on them!” she explained. But Thrawn held up a hand to stall any further protests, a wry smile playing on his lips.
“On the contrary, she seemed rather eager for the chance to meet you. No doubt she wishes to interrogate you about me.”
“What? But why? You’re her brother.” If anything,  Thalias should be the one interrogating her about Thrawn, not the other way around…and she most certainly intended to. Thrawn’s smile turned almost sheepish.
“I do not write as often as she would like. She worries, like any older sister would.”
Thalias understood that completely, as he knew she would.
“My lips are sealed, sir.”
“I’m afraid that won’t do you any good.” A weary, yet slightly proud look crossed his face. “She has a gift for divining the truth through even the most well crafted lie. Even your silence will speak volumes. No. Feel free to tell her whatever she wishes to know. It will help ease her mind and even a younger brother should not torture his sister too much.”
A smile blossomed on Thalias’ face.
“Yes, sir.”
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I hate him so much his hair is stupid and his glasses are stupid and his weird pants are stupid and his shirt is stupid it is absolutely unforgivable that he’s my favorite. Why are all parts of him things that I can’t draw. Why does this keep happening with homestuck characters I feel targeted
#art#sketch#digital art#fanart#homestuck#dirk strider#like no you don’t understand he’s tailor made to include all of my weaknesses#like first his fucking hair. it is the stupidest shape in homestuck and homestuck has some pretty fucking stupid hair shapes#it is completely different from literally every angle and completely unlike any other hair I draw so I have NO muscle memory for it#his glasses are stupid too but in a manageable way and I love hal so they get rights. we can ignore the glasses#his fucking SHIRT#you don’t get it the wifebeater is my fucking nemesis#I don’t draw anatomy I draw loose clothes in a way that implies there’s anatomy underneath#HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THAT WITH A FUCKING WIFEBEATER#also he has like? actual muscles? you think I know how to draw muscles? think again fucker there’s a reason I give everyone sweaters#the hat on his shirt. WHY. I will figure it out eventually but until then WHY IS IT SHAPED LIKE THAT#hate it hate it hate it#his pants wouldn’t be a problem if it weren’t for the shirt but the shirt is a thing so now I have to figure out how HIPS work?#like y’all think I only draw twinks on purpose but it’s actually because hips are my nemesis and I do not understand them#so I just draw a straight line instead#to draw dirk properly I’ll have to get better at art and like I’ll do it but ughhhhhh#the worst thing is it is completely in character for him to be this way. he would get a kick out of it don’t tell me he wouldn’t#there’s a fucking reason I figured out all the other human kids first ok. I knew this was coming. my only failure was in underestimation#phase 42
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sluttyten · 2 years ago
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the vibe of the day is to be in a bad fucking mood
#like tell me why me and the opening manager are the only ones that actually showed up on time#one girl didn’t show up and sent the two managers that called her directly to voice mail but when the GM called her she immediately answered#then she comes into work with a bad fucking attitude because she claims she was supposed to be off today but she was literally scheduled and#didn’t request it off#and then the guy who was scheduled in at 6:30 but knew he might have to come in earlier because he was putting up our truck we got lastnight#ignored the texts and call from the opening manager telling him the truck came in early and then he was still another like 30-45 minutes#late on his scheduled time in#and then the guy that was supposed to be here at 8 called but claims the call didn’t go through and claims he texted the GM but the text did#not go through so he just texted the manager who’s actually here today and said he wouldnt be coming in because he can’t breathe?? so we#were all like fuck ok great got the No breather the one who’s late and putting up the truck and the one with the bad fucking attitude#but then!!!! the one who texted/called in shows up!!! randomly!! like bro!! you called out so why the fuck are you here#so it’s been chaos because we’ve been trying to do shit in a rush thinking we weren’t gonna have people#we’ve rearranged peoples positions like 17 fucking times we’ve been nonstop busy too and I’m currently on break and feel like ripping my#hair out and not speaking any more because my throat is dry from the nonstop order taking in drive thru and running around grabbing things#and then there are the customers giving me fucking attitude too like get tf out of here#oh also the line opener was at least 10 minutes late bc the opening manager texted me in a panic/a mood already because the two openers werw#late and it’s this manager’s first day opening#just like fuck today lol
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richardgrimes · 1 year ago
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i saw this crate in the trailer with the cow and i was like what’s in there?? PRAIRIE DOGS
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zecoritheweirdone · 2 months ago
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girl help i’m feeling the urge to make a drawing/comic about a friend’s fic instead of working on my own god damn fic orz
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seddair · 4 months ago
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#came across a post where op said they were tired of waiting for b*ddie and they don’t understand why it hasn’t happened yet#and i feel like these people are sooo close to getting it but refuse to grasp it because that would mean they wasted their time for+#something that isn’t coming and never was supposed to#‘why hasn’t it happened yet??’ because they don’t want to make it happen hope this helps!#because as i’ve said before they absolutely could suddenly pivot and make it happen sometime down the line (which would require buy that+#i’m fairly certain they don’t have)#but it’s been very clear for a while that it isn’t currently in the works or being planned#it’s not a slowburn because there’s nothing burning! the oven isn’t even on!#i am astounded that people can sit here and delude themselves into believing that there’s this grand plan in place to make b*ddie canon#when we have seen how tim operates for years and know he doesn’t plan things out like this#hell bi buck literally wasn’t going to happen until he couldn’t get lucy back on the show!#if you’re sitting around and watching the show just waiting for b*ddie to happen then i suggest you bow out sooner rather than later#(like i was going to after season 6! i saw the writing on the wall and was ready to dip. bi buck drew me back in.)#never say never but it clearly isn’t the cards right now and likely never will be#also something random but related to the above that i’ve been thinking about#i’m a little surprise b*ddie shippers weren’t more angry about 7x04#because uh… they were kinda (ship) baited a little lol#the whole episode sort of built it up that buck was jealous of tommy because of his closeness to eddie#but it’s revealed at the end that it’s the direct opposite lol#maybe that’s why so many have been in denial about it being tommy’s attention that buck wanted because otherwise they’d have to admit they+#were baited lmao#because at first even i was a little unsure if tommy’s attention was the only one he wanted (and i was pretty sure going in that tommy was+#the one buck was crushing on)#but both tim and oliver made it pretty clear that it was about tommy and not eddie after the fact#so lmao#anyway#ignore me
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screampied · 5 months ago
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‘ SHE’S A VERY KINKY GIRLLL ?! ★
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geto, toji, choso, gojo, nanami, sukuna. jjk men finding out your nasty little kinks
cw. fem! reader, unprotected, size kink, spıt, daddy kink, hair pulling, shibari, premature ejaculatıon, first time squırt, size differences, dirty talk, praise, brēeding, blindfolds, spānking, overstim, phone sēx.
wc. 4.8k
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☆ NANAMI KENTO + hair pulling.
“you’re gonna get me fired, sweetheart,” nanami jokes, a dry laugh following his words. he had you right where you wanted - bent over, arched right over his work desk like some slut. not that you minded, you were needy. the rumbles of the old wooden desk continues to scream out creaks and creaks until it sounds like a broken record. nanami’s belt buckle occasionally rubs against your skin, the repetitive clanks it makes on your flesh has you throbbing for more. “oh my, such a nasty girl. ‘s this what you wanted? for me ‘ta stop what ‘m doin’ to give you a little more attention?”
“y- yes, ‘ken,” you whine, not even caring that your was face was practically being shoved into his unkempt pile of documents. as your cunt’s being stretched open by the size of his twitching shaft, your lips part into a circular open shape. “mmf,” and you pause, feeling a familiar calloused hand grab onto the back of your head. a tiny yank suffices and your pussy pulses almost immediately from the pull. nanami felt it, and so did you. “do .. do that again, kento. please.”
with a low, timbre chuckle, his hips come to a sudden halt. “oh,” he mutters, and he’s a bit more amused at your sudden arousal. gentle fingers skim near your waist, another focusing on the crown of your head before he hums. “do what again, my sweet? pull your hair?” and you whine once more as those silk words pour from his lips like dripping honey. you were desperate, grinding back your ass against him in carnal want. with a soft smile, he gives your hair a more tugging yank before starting up again. “why of course. anything for the kinky wife, hm?”
nanami was balls fucking deep, every time he’d deepen and piston his strokes with his hips, your moans only get louder. he’s so thorough too, not missing a single spot with his cock that’s simply rummaging through your goopy insides. “k- kennn,” you whine, hearing his breathing significantly pick up from behind you. raspy, gruff pants from nanami bellow out from his raw vocal chords. it’s sexy, every few seconds he’d take a glance at his watch to check the time. you were gonna get him in trouble. “harder, mhm. h- harder.”
nanami smiles, and he’s so stuffed inside of you that he’s molding a little bulging mark that’s all due to the size of his thick cock. “make up your mind, my love,” he mutters in a low voice—beads of sweat racing down each sides of his face. his irregular pants doesn’t become unnoticed, and the grip against your hair tightens to your liking. “hey, goin’ somewhere? don’t run, gorgeous. you want me to pull so ‘m gonna pull.”
and you moan, feeling the elastic stretch of his girth blowing a fuse through your cunt. he finds the way you try to crawl forward from his dick, but only grabs you right back. it feels good, you’re shivering and not just from his touch. already, your knees start to weaken and buckle as he’s got you hunched over his desk, staring face first into various piles of papers he was supposed to be signing. instead, he was buried deep into your needy cunt, making it cry out squelches over and over on repeat.
“m gonna c- cum,” you babble out, although you weren’t even sure if that’s what the build up pressure was. as you clench down on your jaw, it’s something else. your breathing becomes a bit more pitched and you whine, fisting a ball within your hand, knuckles burning a single color. “kento, kento f- fuckkk. ‘s gonna come out.”
“make a mess, don’t be shy.” he gets right up close against your ear, his grip being a bit more secure.
your head tosses itself back and he flashes you a warm grin, lust and desire all in his mahogany brown eyes. “atta girl,” he purrs once he sees the white form in your eyes, you’re rolling them back toward the outer sockets until you’re not even seeing color anymore. succumbing and falling into the blissful pleasure, you gush out. nanami pauses, his cock’s remaining to tuck itself into your sobbing cunt before your orgasm finally shrieks out your throat. “there it is,” he brings a kiss toward the nape of your neck. you twitch, your body sending itself a wave of convulsing jitters as you’re coming undone on his dick.
the room suddenly feels hot, or maybe it was just you. nanami blinks twice, feeling your pussy continue to release itself for a few moments before he peers down. with a soft grin, he furrows a brow as a thumb bedaubs a long stripe down your soddened slick opening.
“did you just .. squirt on me, sweetheart?” and there’s a bit of wry humor in his voice. with a hand still raking against your head, his thumb still collects a swab of your filthy slick before he pops the same finger into his mouth. sliding his tongue around to savor your taste, he hums. “you did.”
☆ GETO SUGURU + phone sex.
i touch myself just thinkin’ about you.
geto always knew you had a thing for listening to his voice. you ended up 'accidentally' letting him know of your little kink and he now calls you every time he’s away. he’s a busy man, but that doesn’t mean he’ll never make time for his pretty baby. with two crumped up fingers curling inside of your weeping cunt, you dial his number by heart.
on the second ring he answers in a sly, “hey girl.”
maybe you were a little dramatic, but the abrupt twitch that ghosts against your exposed pussy makes you whine. a raspy chuckle breaks through the phone speaker and it’s a bit staticky. “sugu,” you pant, and you were already so close. so so close to your inevitable, incoming release. through short millisecond heaving breaths, you speak in a needy voice. “i miss you.”
“i miss you more, baby,” he whispers, and you can hear his heavy pants through the other line. “fuck,” he murmurs, purposely growing silent to hear the slippery slick sloshes of your responsible cunt in the background. “don’t tell me you’re playing with her when ‘m not here, aw.”
you dip your two fingers inside of your pussy, coating the entirety of your digits with your moist before pouting. putting the phone on speaker, you slouch. “s- sorry, you’ve been fightin’ all day ‘n i was just imagining my fingers were yours.”
“you were, yeah?” a low voice replies, and you can hear how his voice pitches deeper. it’s low, your throbbing only intensifies and you bite your lip. as you multitask, occupying your hand by holding the phone, another with fingers burying itself into your cunt, you sigh. “mhm, baby’s all out of fuckin’ breath. you close?”
“y- yesss,” you start to babble, feeling a wave of crashing shockwaves pulse through your clit. the shock of it all was electrifying - surging all through you. your eyes flick back for a bit until you’re seeing splashes of obsidian black. “keep talkin’ to me suguru, please. your voice ‘s gonna make me cum.”
he stays quiet for a few seconds before purring in a seductive voice. “oh baby,” and his pants against the line was enough to make your legs give out. your pathetic little fingers could never compare to geto’s. his was far thicker and longer, easily stretching out your cunt with just a few thrusts. you could almost drool from imagining him easing your tight walls with his two beloved digits. whether it was his dick, fingers, or even his long slick tongue, he knew how to make you feral.
“silly girl, you there? i said you can cum.”
“o- oh, sorry,” you whine, snapping out of your short fantasm. and with your fingers still shoved into your wet opening, you lean back against the cushioned mattress behind you. “s- suguruuu,” you whimper, hearing his candied sweet praises in the background. he’s telling you all the right words and you could tell he was probably touching himself from the few subtle grunts that would escape from his lips every few pausing seconds. the moment you come undone, it’s short and quick. it’s within a quick as a blink of an eye, one minute you’re whining and the next you’re covering your two slender digits with sprays of your juices. “ngh, fuck s- suguru.”
he snickers to himself, even his laugh was attractive on its own — it's husky, it turns you on a lot more than you thought it did. as you’re trying to calm down from your most recent release, geto hums into the phone. “god i wish i was with you right now. wanna see the mess you fuckin’ made,” and as he pauses to breathe, geto groans. “i already know you’re on my side of the bed too, messy girl.”
“y- yeah,” you murmur with a sheepish smile.
sucking his teeth, geto has a cunning grin forming on his lips before he responds. “ah, such a brat. but y’know what you can do for me until i get home, baby?” and once you respond a sweet ‘what’, geto speaks huskily. “put those fingers in your mouth ‘n your mouth ‘n send me a pic of it.”
“can you send me a audio of you whining though?” you plead, still panting.
as he tchs at your little question. geto eye rolls, secretly loving how you always wanted something in return. “yeah. but don’t blame me if ‘s like twenty minutes long though.”
☆ SUKUNA RYŌMEN + shibari.
you were sukuna ryomen’s favorite,
the minute you bring up wanting to try shibari with him, something lights up within him. oh, he’s adored shibari for centuries. eons. loving nothing more than to tie his precious lover up and have his way with them. so when you tell him you grew a special liking to it, he just had to indulge in your fantasies.
“tell me if it’s too tight, little one,” he purrs, his voice as rough as ever. you felt the brief tightening of the ropes around your body, securing your weight as you dangle near his chambered walls. your nude body’s like art to him. an empty canvas he’d soon fill with his own type of paint. you give him a nod, gasping once he restrains you in a way so that your legs sprawl widely open for him. “hmmm,” he groans, getting right behind you.
his growl sends you shivers, your cunt’s sopping wet and he brings a hand to feel against your body. sukuna’s touch itself was hypnotic.
“you’re already soaked, how amusing,” and judging from the devilish rasp in his tone, he sounds offended. leaning up against your ear, he dips a single finger inside. “tell me, did these filthy fingers touch her while i was away?”
“n- no,” you mumble, the soft padded strokes of his fingertips making your head throw itself back. he was right behind you, you were hanging with the safe gripping of ropes securing your thighs open before you moan. “didn’t touch myself all day, ‘kuna. waited for you to c- come back.”
“don’t like when my girl lies,” he snarls, and you moan again once he gifts the entrance of your cunt a mean smack. it’s rude—the way his palm hits against your folds causes the very center of his hand to get coated with your wetness. he’d be lying himself if he said that didn’t turn him on. in fact, with the attention he’s giving your pussy, it’s making his dick twitch beneath the expensive homemade fabric of his royal kimono. “ugh, gettin’ me hard,” and he pauses before another finger delves inside. you’re whining, feeling how easily he stretches your opening up with two solid digits. as your legs remain to spread, his eyes flicker toward the rope that’s got a nice grip against your breasts. “mhm, such a pretty body though. would be a shame to edge ya right now.”
“s- sukuna,” you whimper, leaning furthermore into his touch. a curling of your toes starts to make an appearance before he swirls both fingers in and out of your pussy. he’s so deep, a long dragging meal dies from your throat rawly before you’re already being pulled into a teetering orgasmic edge. “fuck, ‘s good. your fingers- please don’t s- stop.”
“quiet, princess,” he warns you, you throb from the mature authority in his voice. with his fingers getting lost into the deep never-ending exits of your cunt, you squelch all around his fingers. scarlet, ruby eyes stare at your exposed body and a long forked tongue licks against his lips. “keh, imaginin’ you touch my pussy ‘s almost laughable,” and your jaw hangs itself down the moment his lengthy digits locate your g-spot. it doesn’t take him long at all. with a sly smile compressing against his lips, sukuna brings a kiss toward your neck. “oh, you’re so predictable. you want me to tie you up but you have the audacity to touch yourself. ‘n ya can’t even do it right at that, you poor thing.”
his words did something to you — it wasn’t pity, no, it was more of him teasing you. maybe a sprinkle of humility, but either way, you throbbed from it regardless. and yet, the last thing you expect is for the demon to get right in front of you, leveling his head down toward your open legs before licking against your sweet cunt. “s- sukuna,” you whine, and your first instinct was to grab onto his hair for support. but then it dawned on you. you couldn’t, you were tied up. damn it all.
you’re shivering from his flat tongue. he’s like a cat, giving it a few subtle sloppy licks. the texture of his forked tongue makes you shudder before he pulls his mouth back. that’s all he’d give you for now. “mhm,” he grumbles, pressing a thumb against your pulsating twitching muscle. once he sees your pout, he chuckles. “oh, do you want me to continue?” and you nod, desperate for his tongue to go back to its place. “very well.”
and sukuna brings a sharp blackened fingernail towards your folds, gently grazing it near your nub before a tongue slowly slithers its way over his lips. you gulp, meeting eye contact with the king of curses.
and now, he knew what his brand new meal was.
☆ GOJO SATORU + blindfolds.
“thaaaat’s.. kinda kinky, gojo flashes a coy grin, carefully tying his blindfold around your eyes. once he secures a little knot near the back, he hums in amusement. “but okay. jus’ lie back, angel. ‘m gonna take good care of my girls.”
his ‘girls’ being his most precious beings which was—
you, what’s between your legs, and of course, your tits too.
but with those, he’d tend to them another day. right now, he was focused on you from behind. as his weight’s directly pressed up against you, he smears his leaky tip against your entrance with one hand. “easy, good girl. jus’ feel, let ‘toru the talkin’ angel,” and his body heat was so hot against yours. you pout from his teasing because he’s not even fucking you yet - but he just wants to toy with you for a bit. as his blindfold’s tied over your eyes, he makes your wrists pin behind your back. “so pretty like this.”
“s- satoru,” you frown and once he makes your back arch, you slump forward. gojo grabs a hand full of your ass before squeezing it. with a spank, it recoils against your skin before he’s sinking his way into your drenched cunt. “mhm,” you bite your lip, and the tremendous shaking starts. he’s thin, his cock was even thinner, but the fat girth solely makes up for it. with a gasping whine and your mouth becoming ajar, he’s splitting you open. it doesn’t take long before he’s bottoming out, getting you in nothing more but a prone bone position. “fuck me, f- fuck meee.”
“m tryin’ to,” he huffs, groaning at the way his peeling foreskin sinks its way into your clingy cunt. your grip was so good that it makes it fall back effortlessly. but fuck, he’s already about to cum. one pump champ satoru, he talks a big game for someone who can barely last sometimes. it’s been a while and he didn’t expect for you to feel so good. “s- shit.”
gojo grunts, swollen fat shaft making an attempt to bully its way into your walls. you’re still facing forward, your vision replaced with nothing but pitch darkness before you whine in rapture. he grabs onto your neglected tits, playing with your nipples with the hot tips of his thumbs, and that’s when he starts humping against you. it’s sloppy slow thrusts, grinding his rotating hips against your core as he’s trying to start up a pace but the sensation creeps up against him. “oh, f- fuckkk,” he groans lowly, snowy brows contorting together in pleasure. you’re sucking him in so good, swallowing him whole with your pussy it’s almost embarrassing. as your stomach caves in, you start to pant. chasing your breath ridiculously as if it was a marathon race—gojo was mirroring your actions. it was cute,
your body underneath him continues to jolt before his hand finds its way around your throat, wrapping around like a snake. a thumb caresses the tiny hairs that stand up against your neck before he spanks you.
again, and again and again,
“f-fuck, gonna make me cum. slutty little— hngh.”
right as he’s speaking, gojo spurts out a few droplets of cum, and it turns into a whole bucket. his teeth was shattering, jaw lowering itself open as he’s giving you a nice amount of warm, seasoned cum. it was raunchy, you’re struggling to stay still yourself as your arms could barely hold up your twitching body. your cunt was squelching for all of him and only him, puckering hole just aching to be filled that your tongue stupidly lolls itself out for a few seconds. you still can’t see, yet you can feel everything.
“s- sato—”
“be quiet, wanna listen,” he whines, lightly shoving your head into the mattress. with an oof, your head goes into the pillow as he’s dumping such loads of raw cum right into your welcoming hole. it’s a lot, it’s got him drooling all down your neck, he hates finishing early but he couldn’t help it. gojo’s shaking just as much as you are, pink lips of his press together as he stares at himself pumping you full. with a greedy pout, he flips you over abruptly and snatches his blindfold off you.
still feeling his slimy ropes of cum pour out your pussy and alongside toward the edges of your thighs, you meet his hungry gaze and he’s so needy for more. spreading open your legs, he gets a single taste of his own seed before nibbling against your cunt. “hold still. i- i need to clean you. let me eat, ‘m fuckin’ starved.”
☆ CHOSO KAMO + breeding.
“give me a baby, ‘cho.”
once those sweet five words come from your lips, his eyes widen. leering into them, all you could see was pure lust.
choso was always aware about your breeding kink, how you loved to milk his cock over and over and over again.
and despite knowing he’s infertile - a mere half curse half human being, chances were that he probably wouldn’t even able to give you what you really wanted. except, you liked to pretend. and besides, thanks to you—he started to develop a little breeding kink of his own.
“a b- baby,” he repeats, his words in the mere form of a sweetened question mark. choso’s got you laid on your back, stuffing your cunt full of cock before he pauses. with a thumb stroking your cheek, he has a timid smile. “how many do you want this time, princess?”
playing along, you hum to yourself— throwing your arms over his shoulders. “hmm, let’s try for triplets this time,” and you bring him toward you, planting a kiss against his forehead before feeling his dick twitch inside of your cunt. “can you do that for me baby? leave me full like last time?”
“yeah,” he nods, admiration sparkling in his eyes. the more he stared into your blown, doe irises, the more he falls in love. in love with love, in love with you. choso’s rough hands meet yours, intertwining with your fingers as they tangle with might before he starts up again. “m- mhm, i can do that. i can .. i can give you triplets, promise.”
he was so determined, he didn’t wanna disappoint.
choso’s pace was simply relentless. despite how sweet and tender he was, his rhythmic hips that struck deeply into your core was an entire different story. as bodies move and dance against each other in harmony, you whine against his ear. rough yet sweet yet passionate. “like that, choso. f- fuck, right there baby. don’t miss, p- please.”
your voice were so close up to his earlobe that he could hear the warmth of your breath cascading down from your lips. oh, you sounded like an angel. so harmonic and blissful. it makes his dick throb whilst it’s still plummeting in and out of your insides. skin against skin, it mercilessly slaps against each other, pap and papping away so roughly that it makes your toes curl. “promise, ‘m not gonna miss. gonna g- give you so much, ‘s gonna pour out so much, baby,” and he was even more whinier than you. with breaths of his own leaving out of his filled up lungs, he squeezes against your sprawled out thigh. “ugh, you’re so warm. ‘m not gonna last this time i think. o- oh.”
the thrashing crown of his cock extends inside of your walls and he leans in to kiss you. once, then twice, then thrice. choso’s lips were sweet like candy, as he’s rutting into you — your gummy walls gripping onto him tightly, it starts to pour into you in tiny volumes. it’s so thick, it’s so much that he starts to drool into your mouth. choso slows down as a wadding knot dribbles its way into your welcoming cunt. he whimpers as your lips mash against his, sucking against his tongue. “s- so much, so much to give you, pretty,” he babbles, breaking away from your lips a bit.
you pant right along with him, he goes back to holding your hand, giving it a firm squeeze before his eyes turn hooded. sable drawn pupils never leaves yours, and his cheeks flush with adorable heat. “that’s it baby, jus’ let go ‘n fill me up okay?”
as he’s growing quiet, listening to the sloppy tune between your legs pitch louder, he groans. piles and piles of cum pour into your cunt. it’s so much that it’s not even humanly possible to take it all. so it spills out, right between the crevices of your thighs. it’s insanely gooey, choso stares at it and he’s got the most smug cute grin, knowing he did that. it’s warm and sticky. his ears ring all at once as his tip’s still emitting such ropes of velvety seed into your entrance. “mhm, baby. you always t- take it so well.” he huffs, feeling the weight of his chest deflating. you remain still, laid against the bed frame as he’s just basking in your gorgeous sight. you looked like an angel to him. no, you were an angel, especially with how you were always so cute whenever he came inside. you were moaning just as much as him, eyebrows furrowing and mouth shaped wide and open, so so pretty.
with a huffing sigh, you wrap your arms around him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “thank y- you, ‘cho. feels so good.”
“should be thanking you,” he murmurs, his voice a bit more deep and raspy. as he’s still positioned between your legs, choso grabs your palm, giving it a sweet kiss. mwah after mwah, the texture of his lips couldn’t have been even more warmer. you were so full of cum that you couldn’t even move. you just stayed there, staring deep into his eyes before he whispers against your ear. “marry me, p- please. wanna give you quadruplets next time, baby. be my wifey.”
☆ TOJI FUSHIGURO + daddy kink.
“tch. can never work out without you givin’ me some shit,” he groans as your hips picks up its pace briskly.
toji, being nothing but the usual of covered in perspiring sweat, wears a simple white tee with basketball shorts. lazily, he slouches back against the bench. scheming green eyes peer at your twitching body and your sloppy cunt makes him gnaw on his lip. a big hand, calloused and all squeezes against the fat of your ass. the curvature, he acknowledges every little angle before tracing his fingers alongside your hips. “ya didn’t miss me, you missed dick, huh?”
“i.. i did miss you, toji,” you lie through your teeth, feeling the milky ring around his base stick against your rear. just a few moments ago, he’d just gotten done pumping a load into you. with toji, it was always a lot. he never half assed anything. you’ve been riding him for so long you were surprised your legs didn’t up and give out. collapsing and buckling from his fat cock. “i- missed you s’much, daddy.”
it was an abrupt pause — the silence was strikingly deadly.
a thin brow of his quirks up in amusement before he brings your hips to a sudden stop. you whine, seeing the stretching smirk grow against his face. the scar slashed near the right side of his lips curls in gladden before he grabs your chin. “missed who?”
“missed you, toj-”
“girl don’t fuckin’ play with me,” he side eyes you, gingery peeling your bottom lip down with his thumb. he inches his face closer, and you could smell the intoxicating whiskey on his breath. “who’d you miss? repeat that, y’know ‘m losin’ hearin’ in my right ear, heh.”
he was so sassy, you wanted to roll your eyes but you couldn’t even bother with how stuffed your cunt was. the stretch, another whine was about to rip straight from your throat before you lean into his touch. speaking shyly, you moan as he spanks your ass for you to hurry up. “missed you, daddy,” and the moment toji starts to bounce his thigh, your breathing starts to pick up. the friction has you weak, his jade, verdant eyes staring into your soul. “missed you all day.”
“mhm, y’er a weirdo,” he snickers, feeling his dick throb within you once you call him that. with his muscles flexing idly, you get the urge to touch all around them. so you do, running a hand up his burly biceps before he grabs your wrist. “no touchin’ daddy, gotta say please first. we talked about this, babygirl.”
hearing him address himself as your little kink makes your cunt twitch. as you try to create a bit a movement with your hips, he spanks your ass once more, baring a fang slyly at the gripping fat that recoils from his palm. “t- toji,” and he smacks your ass again, giving you a raising brow. “i mean daddy, can- can i c..cum, please?”
“hnnn,” he grunts lowly, his voice a mere vibration of itself. with the way his tone was so deep, it was raw and scratchy. throaty, he’s still buried into you and your cunt’s still deliriously sobbing for more. you just wanted to move, your arms sling around his broad shoulders before you whimper into his ear. “wanna cum on daddy, eh,” and your eager nod against his chest makes him chortle. you were so eager, entirely so — as you try to create haste, he rolls his eyes. “fine, give it to me.”
and the moment he complies to your desperate wants, you came, giving into your lewd pleasure with the cutest moan leaving your throat. you’re shaking within his hold, two rough hands sliding down your waist as he rests a chin against your neck.
“good, good girl,” he murmurs, cold voice still booming near your lobe. you’re so wet, unapologetically damping his lap with your slick as your hips buck forward. yet, toji wasn’t exactly done. with two thickset hands, he lifts you up before lightly shoving you on the bed, having you lie flat on your bare chest. “nah, don’t get up. stay there,” and his words sent a plethora of butterflies straight toward your pussy. toji takes a moment to stare at your drooling cunt from the back, stopping himself from getting a taste right then and there before he smears his tip against your opening, preparing to go in raw. “shit,” he groans, the left side of your face sinking into the cushioned mattress. as your whines ring and reverb through the thin walls, he lifts your ass right up against him. “arch for me, girl. daddy’s ‘bout ‘ta make ya a mommy, heh.”
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slvttyplum · 9 months ago
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turning your location off every time you get mad so suguru can come find you and put that attitude in check.
this was something that you recently found got suguru worked up.
it happened one day when you were at home, and he pissed you off, so you turned your location off. it wasn’t intentional for you to get him mad, but so he could realize you were upset.
well, it didn’t work that way.
five minutes later, he showed up at your house, busting in and giving you a piece of his mind. once he was done yelling, he said he was going to fix that attitude.
so he gave you that attitude fixer, his dick.
it wasn’t that soft, gentle sex suguru usually has with you; it was sensual and intimate, where he was giving you positive affirmations; this was that sex that had your eyes rolled up and drool falling out of your mouth.
you weren't one for the toxic shit; you've been there, done that; y’all were grown, but this was enough to not cause long term problems and get your pussy beat in.
he didn’t even know you liked it; he noticed that whenever he gave you dick, you were more obedient.
“stupid slut, look at you, drooling for this dick.” his hips pushing into yours as he takes his hand and cups your jaw tightly, brushing you into his chest.
your ears were hearing him, but you weren’t comprehending what he was saying. his dick was so submerged inside you that you felt like your stomach was getting stirred around.
that’s how it felt every time suguru would dick you down out of anger and push the attitude you had out.
he hated having to punish you because he just wanted you to be obedient and just keep your location on, but no.
whenever you got a little bit irritated with him, it would be “no location” found, and he would have to handle it; he had to get his baby in check.
all that anger he got from the possibility that you were somewhere you weren’t supposed to be went into his fucking.
he had to teach you to listen and not to fuck with him, and that he did.
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Day 1. Monster-kinktober: Marking the territory + Cockring-plugs/Massaging
Werewolf x fem!reader || marking, breeding, cock-ring, dirty talk (low key) || tw: pregnancy talk
When he told you he was about to go into rut, you were worried about babies, neither of you didn’t have an accidental pregnancy but you were both pretty into breeding, especially when he was that close to going feral because of his werewolf hormones. So you called in a few favors and got a witch to enchant a cock-ring. At first you were skeptical, so that’s why he was trying it today as you went to work.
You spent about fifteen minutes that morning massaging his knot until it was fully set in your hand so you could slip the cock-ring on him. It was supposed to keep him in that state for a long time and made it impossible for him to come. He was pretty cocky about it in the morning, as you massaged him, he kept telling you how there was no way that ring could fit around his big knot. How your pussy felt a lot nicer than your hand around his knot. How pretty you would look when it broke and you’d be left full of cum. How pretty you’d be full of his pups before the month ended. (And not gonna lie, that made you a little more than horny).
But you didn’t let him get away with it, massaging his balls until he was shooting his come all over your tits and his face was contorted with pleasure. You slipped the ring on before he could process it, and his cum instantly stopped. You giggled as he gave you the stink eye, trying to catch you but failing as you ran out the room to get dressed. You called over your shoulder and told him to be good for a couple hours...
And that’s why you come home to find him in your bed, rubbing his massive erection against the sheets, unable to come. He looked as pathetic as ever, whimpering and groaning your name, face buried in your pillow. He was so gone in his pleasure that he didn’t even realize you were there until you spoke.
“Hell-” But you didn’t have time to finish the word before he was turning around, eyes bloodshot and fangs bared. He looked feral, and a spike of fear bloomed inside of you. He looked at you for a total of two milliseconds before he was jumping from the bed and into your personal space.
He knocked you off and tore your clothes off in the same movement. You were expecting him to be desperate when you came back, but you weren’t expecting him to be like that, to be so desperate. And then it clicked. He went into heat. He went into heat when you weren’t there and his knot was unable to go down or release. You practically condemned him to werewolf sex-torture, and he had to endure it for two hours. Poor baby.
His claws were out and he was trying to get your panties off, but ended up tearing them, too. “Slow down…” You told him, pulling at his hair and making him bare his fangs at you.
“No,” he growled.
You laughed for a total of half a second before he was pushing his dick inside of you, his knot unable to slip inside because of how big it was. He kept grinding and fucking into you, growling like a madman because he couldn’t come. You shivered and screamed his name. You were on edge all day, wet thinking about him at home, alone and hard… And now you were stuffed full of werewolf dick and you couldn’t even focus on words anymore.
“Mine,” he growled. He started a frantic rhythm, your body moving on the floor as he thrust inside of you.
“Yours. Yours. Yours,” you chanted. He was being so rough and careless, his nails digging into your hips and his fangs so close to your neck that you knew you will end the night with a huge bite-mark there. That would be hard to cover, but at that moment, with his knot pressing against your clit and his dick hitting your G-spot you couldn’t care less.
“I’m going to mark you. I’m going to come so deep inside of you that you will be feeling me for days.” He punctuated each word with a thrust of his dick, his knot still outside your body. You were dripping, but it was not enough… not yet. “I’m going to fill you so much you are going to be full of pups by the end of it,” he continued. You knew that couldn’t be as long as he had the ring on, but the thought made you shiver and let out a big groan.
He kept thrusting until you came once, twice… and by the time your third orgasm was almost sneaking on you, you felt his fangs sink in your neck at the same time you felt something release and his knot slipped inside. You cried out in ecstasy when his knot filled you completely and he started to come in you.
You opened your eyes widely as you felt his release inside, unable to move or do anything apart from groaning at the indescribable pleasure running through your body. It felt better than heaven, and your brain was too fucked out to process whatever just happened when you were so full of hot werewolf knot.
“Did it break?” You asked as your orgasm receded. Your breath was labored as he kept coming inside of you, his knot pressing against your sweet spot. “Did the cock-ring break? I’m going to kill that witch,” you said as you felt the next shoot inside of you. There was so much of it that you could feel it slipping around his knot, making a mess out of you.
“Told you it wouldn’t work,” he gloated with the biggest smirk on his face, kissing your nose.
“Ugh, I hate your inhuman dick,” you grumbled. You wanted to be annoyed, but his dick was pressing against your G-spot and he was being so fucking cute you couldn’t even be mad about it.
“Liar,” he groaned as you felt another shoot of his cum inside of you. That felt so fucking good your eyes rolled back into your head. “You are going to be so full… Everyone is going to know you are mine,” he mumbled half asleep as he kept rocking his hips slowly. You tried to worry, but the pleasure was so great you didn’t care.
He was in heat, and that meant you would be stuffed and fucked for the next three days at least… you would enjoy the ride. Whatever happened would be future you problem.
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