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immediatebreakfast · 1 year

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This chapter hits harder when I realized what the assault attempt of the brides to Jonathan meant if we take his expressed love, safety, and comfort for the feminine.

Jonathan has been expressing how the mere idea of being in a room in which a lady was writing letters gives him a sense of calm. He looks up to the fictional heroines of his novels to give him strenght, and ideas in order to survive Dracula's façade. Jonathan comforts himself in the memory of Mina, and his love for her. He even goes out of his way to disobey the Count, and sleep in the unlocked room, why?

Because Jonathan feels safe in the ladies' chamber. He has the themes of a gothic heroine, so Jonathan is comforted when he is sure that he is surrounded by the soft, and protective femininity, instead of being within the grasp of Dracula's aggresive masculinity.

"I determined not to return to-night to the gloom-haunted rooms, but to sleep here, where, of old, ladies had sat and sung and lived sweet lives whilst their gentle breasts were sad for their menfolk away in the midst of remorseless wars."

"I want to get away from the Count, and this ladies' room is unlocked. It's old yet beautiful because women have lived and loved here. So, if I stay here, hidden, with the memories, and ghosts of these ladies as company I feel safe, and away from that man."

And then, the brides appear in front of him. Jonathan recalls the incident on his journal with fear, and rage, yet there is a point of his writing prose in which he stops his fear, and instead feels... Sad.

The brides appear, and the first thing that Jonathan calls them is ladies. The strong adjectives that he used with Dracula are gone to give room to a softer tone to describe their appearances. How Jonathan admits that he felt attracted to them, with shame since he feels he is betraying Mina. The way Jonathan immediately starts to use words like "repulsive" and "animal" when he realizes that the brides are going to do what Dracula has been implying for a long time.

How Jonathan passed out of horror when he realized that the brides were going to kill a child.

The femininity that Jonathan loved, and felt comfort in is now tainted by the monsterhood of the brides. He realized that not all women are going to be soft, and give protection to the unprotected, how these vampire ladies would have killed him if not for the Count arriving. If Jonathan can't go to the brides, and their femininity for safety, then the Count and his masculinity is the only thing that is keeping him safe.

"As I look round this room, although it has been to me so full of fear, it is now a sort of sanctuary, for nothing can be more dreadful than those awful women, who were—who are—waiting to suck my blood."

Jonathan is now alone, without anything to comfort him, and the Count has him exactly where he wanted him to be.

#Jonathan realizing that the brides are monsters just like Dracula must have hit him like a truck #He has the assumptions that women are protectors and kind and give warmth #But these women do not care #The want to treat him the same way the Count treats him #I wonder if he feels weirdly betrayed by the brides in the sense of ''I am in the same situation as you were why are you attacking me?''#dracula daily #dracula #jonathan harker #brides of dracula

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archersartcorner · 1 year

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So Starstruck Odyssey grabbed me by the throat and rocketed it’s way to second place campaign for me (TUC still has first in my heart ❤️) but uhm. Can you tell who my favorite character is. It’s definitely not Skip I promise why would you think that-

#okay I like his lil brain slug autistic ass. sue me LMFAO #my art #described #dimension 20 #dimension 20 a starstruck odyssey #a starstruck odyssey #norman takamori #skip takamori #prince valdrinor #before I got to the last episode I was thinking up an au where Norman and Skip learn to coexist symbiotically in the body. then the finale-#-came around and was like ‘HEY THATS CANON ACTUALLY’ and I’ve never felt more satisfied in my LIFE THEY LEARN TO LIVE TOGETHERRRRRR #I was thinkin of the fact that the sorta fatherly desires came from Norman. and Massive Daddy Issues Skip. put those two together and-#-what if Norman just adopted the little slug that was sharing his body with him. whabbout that #I just like the idea that they become close like OUGH inject close Norman and Skip directly into my bloodstream thanks #I wanted to draw Skip more like a slug too so. slug boy. I gave him eyes just cus I wanted to give him a lil more expression but he still-#-can’t physically see. they’re more useful for his psychic/life sensing but he has no physical sense of sight through them #he’ll come out of the body sometimes cus he knows Norman and the crew will keep him safe. and after spending so long in the cold he-#-enjoyed the warmth and safety the folks on the wurst provided him.#I feel so many things about Skip good fucking god HE’S A SLUG AND I LVOE HIM #skipperskip

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enden-k · 10 months

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im sorry to hear people are stomping all over your boundaries, big props to you for sticking up for yourself and putting your foot down. I hope you're doing ok (/gen)

on another, hopefully happier note, i noticed your info post mentions that you self ship! I'd love to hear about your favourite self ships if you're comfortable talking about them some time?

i actually never did or had interest in this but then haitham waltzed in so hes the first and only one (this whole thing flusters me so its smth i indulge in for myself in private by reading or daydreaming or sometimes i babble and ramble about him very in depth)

(most hkvthm things i draw is just me going 'wish that was me' and drawing it LMFAO)

ohh also same w kaveh but in a slightly different way than haitham (theyre both the only ones) i want them to hold hands. i want them to hold my hands. there

#i dont feel attraction to ppl irl mostly bc im just not comfortable around ppl #and the ones i am are my friends and theres obv no romantic attraction #so when i saw haitham and learned more and mroe of him and how he and i share so many traits and ideas and things it was #instant comfort and the feeling of being understood #that its like #if he was real i would seek out his warmth and presence instead of getting away frm it like with my ex partners when it was too much for me #knowing that he would understand me therefore knowing how to handle me without making me uncomfortable or upset #uhh so basically. he made me realize all i want is just someone who perfetly understands me and knows how to treat me #when to come close and when to give me space #perfectly knowing me and reading me #i cant speak and in the rare moments i am able to im often struggling to form my thoughts into sentences that make sense #so he would still understand and put together that garbled mess and know exactly what i mean #not misunderstanding and acusing me of things or tones i never said or used #ppl and things messed me up quite a bit in the past that im having trouble w lots of things unless im alone #only when im alone i feel truly comfortable and safe bc nothing can hurt or upset me but even then you kinda realize in some moments that #you actually want someone with you but it has to be smn you trust and who knows you inside out and all that #i dont have anyone like that and idk if i ever will but rn this character is jsut rotating in my head giving me these things i crave and #thats enough #sorry that was a lot of gay rambling there but yea idk if it sounds stupid or nah but my #mental health issues got way better and balanced ever since haitham so he really #grounds me and gives me strength and comfort to deal with things i would have be unable to do in the past year #bc even if i dont have smn who truly knows and understands me #inside me there is someone #reply #tags tbd #in case i get embarrassed LMFAO

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whiskingskin · 2 months

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I saw one [1] complaint about the brotherhood not having sex education and I just. Yall how much more needs to be done before you realize the BoS is a cult just as much as vault 4 or the Children of Atom. They manipulate the info they give their recruits to further control them. PLUS I'm getting 'southern health class' vibes- abstinence over all, yadda yadda.

I will say the show has fucked a lot of things up [retconning ghoul lore for one which erases SOOOO many cool opportunities] but the treatment of the Brotherhood is soooo correct sorry not sorry. They felt TOO approachable in games, for a military cult that's sole purpose is to hoard information and technology, and "exterminate" those who don't fit into one of their neat little categories. Like yessssss make them as shitty as they actually are

#fallout #brotherhood of steel hate just dropped #jk it dropped eons ago but im yelling about it now #“but the brotherhood doing this doesnt make sense-”#brother the brotherhood doesnt make sense. they told us that with Lucy and Maximus's scene- before she spoke abt feeling the suns warmth #its a hypocritical sideways ass corrupted organization of power hungry egomaniacs #even Maximus instantly abused the GREAT POWER that power armor gives you #its taught to them to TAKE WHAT YOU NEED #sorry im just passionate about the “southern bible school/military school” mix that theyre getting #the lack of sex education doesnt shock me at all #but it does make for some funny shit fr fr

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femcelhood · 4 months

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Finally…a new ambient song to obsess over

#it’s been months since I found one that really captured my attention beyond sounding nice #and it’s titled. last minutes of a dying star #idk why but star death and supernovas. they really get to me #the giver of life and warmth and light that’s seem unmoving and changing…it dies #and with its death it brings everything with it into oblivion #irreversible. catastrophic. an apocalypse in the greatest sense #it makes me cry #like yeah that mean kids when they learn that the sun will explode in 5 billion years #but that fact made me so somber when I learned it #it made me scared to disrespect the sun. like if I ever insulted it it would give up and kill us all #hmm…

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patrice-bergerons · 1 year

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LOSING MY MIND at how well James knows Robbie's flat (how comfortable he is in it) and it's only season bloody 2.

they carry on a work conversation when he comes in while Robbie wordlessly gets him a beer from the fridge (Robbie is drinking wine but he knows James would want beer, including what type of beer, and keeps that in his fridge)

then James while still carrying on the same work convo walks past Robbie to open the bottle and finds the bottle opener in the drawer easy as drawing breath because of course this is not the first time he's done this.

Then he whinges about the fact that Robbie is listening to Wagner and he is downright petulant, playful, in the way you are with people you are the most comfortable around, until Robbie gives in and lets him change the music

so he changes it to the boys are back in town

after which they sit on the sofa (no room left for Jesus in between, mind) drinking and bantering, domestic as you please

and the very next thing that comes after this? is life born of fire. kill me now

#itv lewis #music to die for #GOD like OF COURSE #ofc lbof makes sense #when you are so used to being on your own - to the cold - and then suddenly you have this. warmth.#this domesticity that's given to you as long as you know how to accept it and not acknowledge what it is you are doing #wouldn't you lie (and lie) if it meant keeping that version of yourself #the one that can be loved and trusted to share a drink (an evening) with - alive in Robbie’s eye for a bit longer?#and robbie? gosh james is so competent and...he is in robbies *space* for the lack of a better word #like he HAS robbies trust (access to his home- his couch - his heart) when those are not things he gives away easily #so OFC he trusts james #when james should not be trusted #hhhh #*forget the case forget everything else you lied to me TO ME* if you know what i mean #but at the end - when james is so sure robbie would reject him if he knew #and robbie did tell him to go away #and saw him at his absolute lowest #robbie runs into a fire for him #UGH KILL ME NOW

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cripplecryptid · 8 months

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I HATE CHANGE!!!!!!!! WHY DOES MY FACE LOOK DIFFERENT IN MY NEW PHONES CAMERA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#genuinely so upset over this #:)))))))#i cannot express how upsetting this is #like....... ahhhhh i hate how my phone gives me a sense of what i look like #bc then now it suddenly is DIFFERENT.#bad. bad bad bad for my mental health #Ok i played around with it a bit and i think if I zoom in more the shape of my face is more normal #BUT I HAVE TO MANUALLY ADJUST THE WARMTH OR OTHERWISE MY CHAIR DOESNT LOOK GINGER ANYMORE #I also turned down the resolution bc baby no one needs that much detail of ANYONE'S face #It just looks sooo oversaturate yknow #And good GOD. The manual adjustment of the brightness and saturation sucks ASS. it's WAY too intense

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rosicheeks · 1 year

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😭

#do you guys ever listen to a song that you used to listen to nonstop and it just kinda hits you #idk how to describe it #lately I’ve had to use pandora cause Spotify has been acting up for me #so it’s been playing some random songs that I usually don’t listen to #and on my way home #it played #arms by Christina perri #and I almost started crying #even though I haven’t heard that song in YEARS #I still knew it word for word #I just find that so crazy #I mean it makes sense #I remember laying in my bed and I would play this song and a few other songs from that cd on repeat #I’m going to make a post with the song cause one of the lyrics is giving me so much warmth and comfort #one day I’m hoping I’ll find that person #I’ve been hearing some songs that I’m like #man that would make a super cute wedding song #like the first dance or whatever #I’m so fucking sappy it’s not even funny #I mean there’s reasons for it and I don’t want to get into that on here #but my love life is just kind of a mess and idk if it’ll ever work itself out #I feel like I’m always going to be the bridal stylist or the bridesmaid or attending a wedding #idk if I can see myself getting married which is so sad to me #cause I feel like that’s one of my biggest dreams and goals in life #to find that person #that person who makes the bad days a little better #who can make me smile even when I’m sobbing… who wants to learn me inside and out cause they love me so much #wowowoowowowowow that song made me SO sappy and emotional #I just want to find the loml and get a house and have some fur babies and maybe one day actual babies #shut up rosie

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jeoseungsaja · 2 years

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word of advice, hyuk! you should take your shirt off around patrick more often- it really gets his heart pumping if you know what i mean 😊 ( i have a job so that it keeps me from embarrassing hyurick on the daily JFKSLDJFKLSDJ but also feel free to skip this if it doesn't sit right with you alex!! )

@ofgentleresolve ♚ from x.

♔ ———–

Advice shared catches him off-guard. Here he is, thinking that guidance was going to be about the usual: ‘you should smile more’, ‘you should take a break’, ‘you should wear colorful clothes sometime, you’ll look less gloomy’, ‘you should wipe that scowl off your face, at least for a few minutes’ --- the list goes on and on; suggestions he never follows just because others say so. But no, this isn’t about the sourness of his face or the choices he makes in clothes; this isn’t about his attitude or restlessness. This is about...Patrick?

“What?”

He heard them, alright. He’s just delaying his answer by vaguely acting like he didn’t catch the whole swing. It’s a good thing he hadn’t taken a sip of his sweet iced Americano yet, otherwise he would’ve been coughing and spluttering all over the place.

Taking his shirt off. Why? Patrick has seen him like that before, hasn’t he? More than once, since that’s the way Hyuk sleeps: shirtless. Actually, the last time his dear friend saw him without clothes on his torso was when he ----- wait a minute.

When Patrick stayed for a week for work purposes. When he choked on his tea and kept looking down. When Hyuk...kissed him on the cheek.

Was that the reason why Patrick initially refused to look at him? The reason behind warm cheeks and stutter; bashfulness and the need for him to run and attempt to make breakfast? Because Hyuk didn’t have any clothes on from the waist up?

He unconsciously begins to gnaw on his bottom lip. ‘It really gets his heart pumping, if you know what I mean’. Does that mean Patrick likes...what rests under his shirt? The way he’s built? Is he attracted to this? If so, does Patrick know Hyuk’s attracted to him, too? Maybe he’s been able to tell --- his best friend’s undeniably observant.

The detective’s starting to remember the moment he accidentally hit his head when rearranging his brushes; how his heart started beating wildly against his chest just by looking at Patrick unfolding and buttoning his sleeves. Moves that used to be nothing now are more than something. He remembers, too, how Patrick’s hand smoothly caught his own; how he squeezed and wouldn’t let it go (thankfully, because he adores feeling his touch, no matter where it might land).

Eyes blankly stare at the swirls of cream that are still waiting to disappear under layers of coffee. What if this was revealed during that time? Confessed, that Patrick likes the sight of him shirtless? That the view gets his heart pumping? What if instead of keeping his hand there, hovering on air, he used it to lead Patrick’s palm under his shirt? So he could know what patterns Patrick would draw on his skin, so he could feel his caress --- would it be as careful and gentle as it usually is, or---

Oh, God. Cheeks threaten to get warm; he starts to feel a little hot under that turtleneck and jacket of his. He shouldn’t think about this at all; Hyuk wanting to scold his own head for being this audacious with its thoughts. Besides, it’s not like...it could ever happen. Why would it? It’s too bold of a notion, isn’t it? Even if it’s somewhat noticeable that something else seems to be stirring besides their long-lasting friendship, he just...well, he doesn’t want to jump into swift conclusions or assume.

He snaps out of it. Or tries to.

“What is that kind of advice, huh? Why would he---how do you even know this?”

Now he has the sudden urge to add more ice cubes to his coffee.

“Word of advice for you: mind your own business, leave me alone--”

It’s all he can muster, before bringing the cold drink to his lips and drinking most of it in one sitting.

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#ofgentleresolve #♔ || answered.#♔ || answers.#♔ || the puzzle of our friendship is the most comforting (patrick).#the man was too stunned to use full bitterness against you IWUEDHKDEHIUEDHASKHDUWIEHD #ALSO HYUK MY SON WHAT ARE THOSE THOUGHTS I'M (WHEEZE)#Hyuk having the hots and getting embarrassed I--EWIUDHWIEUDH #but not him saving this word of advice in the corners of his head #y'know as the good detective Hyuk is --- perhaps he should test this theory and see if it's true #Because the last time it happened Hyuk thought Patrick was just getting sick when he sensed warmth on his skin LMAO #BUT FERRE!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS IN ;WWW;#I HOPE THE REPLY'S OKAY?? BUT IF IT CAUSES DISCOMFORT OR SOMETHING ABSOLUTELY LET ME KNOW AND I CAN MAKE ALL THE CHANGES NEEDED!!!#EMBARRASSED!HYURICK GIVES ME LIFE 😂#But also not them having those 'it's not like it'll happen' moments/thoughts IWHDIWUEHD PLS---pining at its best IWHEDIUWHED #I'm also chuckling at how...Hyuk could've just...#shut the whole thing down #considering how he tends to be---#but instead he kept thinking about it IUWHEDKASHDWUIEDHUIEHD #THANK YOU AGAIN FOR SENDING THIS IN AND PLS HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY!!! CARE YOU HEAPS <3!!!#♔ || queue.

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rusalkaandtheshepherdgirl · 2 years

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A Wind in the Orchard and A Lure of Sirens are the exact same song change my mind

#it's the yearning and the inevitability #the polite earnest manipulation that they give up everything for you because that's the only way to be together #the begging for your lover to die and the undercurrent of how dare they be alive #the abandonment that them being alive entails #to misquote shakespeare:#I am water and air. my other elements I give to baser life. so what have you done? / Come then and take the last warmth from my lips #you can tell me 'rio you're not making sense' but do you get it?? do you get it??#the forgetmenauts #rio remarks

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v-67 · 2 years

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Sometimes, I feel like I'm strong and I'm okay and whatever trauma it was, it hasn't really affected my life and I've coped up, or I'm coping but it hasn't affected my life.

But, the way my body reacts to things before my mind can even comprehend them, just blows my mind.

If I'm talking to a guy, my body has all the defense mechanisms ready

I feel like I'm getting attached to someone, my body would immediately withdraw before it escalates

And i realise it later, and so many such things make me realise how many walls I've built without even knowing it.

It's difficult to break them, but realising they're there is a little progress.

#trauma #writeblr #random #tumblr #writerscorner #writer #thoughts #body #mindpower #defence mechanisms #mind blown #i wish i could just break those walls and let my body know that we'll be okay #but i also love how my body tries to protect me #gives me a sense of warmth #and i really appreciate her

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swinging-stars-from-satellites · 2 years

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the fact that Helen Gamble, vicious, ruthless prosecuting attorney, would do just about anything for Lucy Hatcher, a defense firm's flighty pest of a secretary, is something that can be so personal

#generally this show is a comfort watch for me but also I'm SO emotional about helen and lucy's relationship #it's like lucy is helen's little sister that's how she acts #helen would do anything for this girl and i wonder if lucy even knows it #helen will argue even with lindsay- her best friend of many many years!- but as soon as lucy is involved she gives #it's insane to me bc helen projects SUCH a tough woman attitude she's SO sharp and icy and vicious in a courtroom or office #but if it involves snarky little lucy she can get almost to the point of being *soft* and that's SO close to being out of character #except for that it isn't!! because helen is a very very KIND woman even if her methods aren't always #which is the main tension of the show- the primary d.a. and the defense attorneys all believe in unfailing kindness #no matter the cost or drain on their own morality #but they have different beliefs about what that means and how it should be done #but another thing that makes them the same? they all have a tremendous soft spot for lucy #listen i don't usually rant about this show but HNNDNDJNSJCJD having feelings about this tonight #helen is actually very protective by nature and i love that about her. she's sharp and cold but she has the capacity for warmth #if that makes sense at all.#Lu rambles #the practice #meta finding tag

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ghost-with-a-teacup · 1 year

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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader

Summary: Everyone at HQ was convinced there was something going on between you and Miguel. Just...no one knew what. But one group of spiders were determined to figure it out.

Warnings: None! Just a lot of goofiness and a whole lot of fluff :3

When you have a superhuman with superior senses, they’re bound to be perceptive to their surroundings. Now when you have an entire lobby the size of multiple football fields filled with superhumans with superior senses, very few things will go unnoticed.

It’s why people very quickly realize that you and Miguel have…something between the two of you. It’s just that no one is quite sure what.

Camaraderie? Maybe, you were one of the first spiders to join the society.

Friendship? Perhaps, but it was known that Miguel wasn’t one to do friends. Not with the amount of loss he has gone through.

A relationship? This one seemed the most unplausible. Miguel was, well, Miguel. Stoick, cold and calculating. Meanwhile, you were you.

You had a light that drew people in, kindness that knew no bounds and warmth like a fire on a cold winter’s day.

Everyone knew the saying ‘opposites attract’, but it was like comparing night and day with the two of you. Regardless, a small little group within the society were set on trying to figure the two of you out.

“Ain’t no way the two are together, she’s too good for him!” Hobie argues, his legs kicked up on the table in front of him.

“I don’t know, maybe that’s why they work together. Because she makes him better?” Miles says, but his tone of voice failed to hide his skepticism.

“I think you should just leave the two of them be. Besides, what happens if you figure it out or not anyway?” Peter says, feeding Mayday as he does. Immediately a chorus of arguments breaks out from the group.

“OKAY! Okay, forget I asked,” he says with a shake of his head, while Mayday just laughs at the commotion.

They spot the two of you walking into the cafeteria making conversation none of them could make out.

“Look at them,” Gwen says, “have you ever seen the guy happier than he is with her?” she asks, and Hobie snorts.

“C’mon mate, you call that happy? Mans got that frown tattooed on his face, can he even be happy?” he says, but they all continue watching intently.

You glance over to the table they were surrounding, and they all brush off your gaze pretending as though they weren’t just studying the two of you like specimens under a microscope.

You wave your hand, a bright smile on your face while Miguel only glances over for a moment before continuing to walk. You jog to catch up to him, grabbing a tray and picking up things you wanted for lunch.

They watch as they see Miguel pick up the empanada, the last one left. He pauses for a split second, holding it before turning to place it on your tray. Almost as though they were straight out of a cartoon, they freeze at the interaction.

You seem to be slightly surprised as you, saying something to him but he only brushes you off before continuing on.

“Did…that just happen?” Pavitr asks. Everyone at HQ was aware of Miguel’s fondness for the food (even if he did hurl one right at Miles when they first met), there was no way he would give one away so easily for just anyone, right?

“Somebody pinch me,” Gwen says, and Hobie jumps at the request.

“OW!”

Miguel never lets anyone help him out when he’s injured. That was just a known fact. He could walk into HQ battered and bruised and wouldn’t even look in the infirmary’s direction once. After depending on himself for so long, he wasn’t going to stop now. Besides, what were First Aid kits for after all?

The only way he was going to the infirmary was if someone dragged his unconscious body there themselves.

Well, unless you were there.

“Miguel O’Hara I swear to god, you better get your ass to the infirmary or so help me I will tie you up and drag you through the halls myself,” you say sternly as you both reemerge in the Lobby. The rest of the Spiders there continued with what they were doing, but their attention was zeroed in on you both.

“I’m fine,” he says, glaring at you as if trying to say ‘Just try’. Had you been anyone else, you would have backed down by now but you didn’t.

“You wanna test me right now? That was a nasty hit, I will not be letting it get infected under my watch,” you retort, and he puffs.

“This is nothing, I’ve dealt with worse,” he scoffs, and in an instant your finger shoots out, making contact with the side that got hit with the anomaly’s flames. Miguel can’t help the sharp intake of breath as the pain from the impact hits him.

Your eyebrow raises, an expression of disbelief on your face before it softens. Murmuring softly, you say something that only he can hear.

For a moment he studies your face before sighing, finally relenting. With a triumphant smile, you place a hand on the man’s broad back, leading him towards the infirmary with a gentle but firm hand.

There, Pavitr is laying in bed recovering from an awry mission of his own. The doctors had ordered bedrest for the next 2 hours at least. Superior healing or not, they were not going to risk it. So there he lay, slinging his golden bangles up and down bored before he hears the two of you come in.

“Mr. O’Hara-" a doctor’s voice can be heard, but he is quickly interrupted.

“She’s got it from here,” he says, Miguel’s tone final. A small “yes, sir” can be heard before footsteps fade away, the doctor’s office door closing once more.

“You know, you should really let the professionals help you,” your voice can be heard.

“You dragged me here, you can deal with the consequences,” he says, and you just laugh fondly before your voices quieten, murmuring too quietly for Pavitr to hear.

Curiosity builds as he recalls the conversation he and his friends had, and before he can stop himself he shifts silently to the side, just enough to be able to catch a glimpse of you both from the small gap between the hospital curtain and the wall.

There, Miguel sat on the bed, a disgruntled expression on his face but his eyes were soft as he watched you fuss over his side.

He only watches for a few seconds before pulling away, this being a clear invasion of privacy, and his boss’ privacy no less.

It wasn’t going to stop him from telling everyone else though.

“This is a bad idea. This is a really, really bad idea,” Miles says, grasping onto the ceiling like his life depended on it.

“It’s only a bad idea if we get caught, so Shut. Up,” Gwen says sharply, hanging from her place on the ceiling as they watched the fight from above.

Gwen had come up with the mighty fine idea of sneaking into a mission between the two of you. It wasn’t often that it happened, Miguel more often than not only went on missions with only Lyla by his side. But when he needed a partner, it was always you.

“Why did you have to bring me with you,” he whispers, “Miguel already doesn’t like me. He doesn’t need more of a reason to.”

“Because I needed backup and you can turn invisible. And let’s be real, Hobie would be laughing his ass off getting us caught, Peter would bring Mayday which would get us caught, and Pavitr is already on a mission, now shhh,” she whispers, turning back to watching the scene below.

You swung from pillar to pillar in the abandoned factory with practiced ease, a carefree laugh escaping your lips as Miguel stands on the ground fiddling with his watch.

“The anomaly’s last known location was here,” Lyla’s voice echoes out, and you let out a sigh.

“Why can’t villains have easy powers. Maybe a giant blob that is easy to take down? Why do they have to be so complicated? What’s this one again, a freaky shadow monster?” you think out loud.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Miguel retorts, glancing up toward you for a moment before turning back to Lyla. “Do a scan of the place, will you?”

“What do we say~” Lyla responds, and you giggle softly while Miguel huffs.

“Please,” he mutters.

“What was that?”

“Please, Lyla,” he says a little louder now, irritation growing in his voice.

“Already done,” the AI snickers, and he groans out loud as your laughter bounces off of the walls, a fist held out for Lyla to bump.

“The two of you will be the death of me,” he says lowly.

“Oh, don’t be like that, grumps. You’d be too stubborn to die,” you retort before tensing up, the hairs on the back of your neck rising with the familiar feeling of your heightened senses at work. The moment you sling yourself up is the moment a loud thud sounds out from where you once stood.

“Oh, I forgot to mention that the anomaly was in the far right corner,” Lyla says before disappearing.

“I really need to do a rewrite of her code,” Miguel mutters to himself.

In your previous spot emerges a dark figure, plumes of smoke emerging and dissipating from its form and allowing it to disappear into the shadows with ease.

With a simple nod, you get to work. Like a well-oiled machine, you work in practiced synchrony, bounding across the walls and slinging webs.

And just like that the anomaly is captured, the force field around it effectively trapping it for the ride back to HQ so it can be sent back to its own universe.

“That was…kinda lame,” you snicker, pulling off your mask

“Told you so,” Miguel says as he opens up a portal for you both, dragging the anomaly behind him.

“Don’t say that to me,” you pout.

“What, can’t handle the truth?” he retorts, a smirk playing across his lips as your bickering voices fade through the portal.

“…was that a smile,” Gwen asks as she watches the spot where they both had stood.

“Was that what it was?” Miles asks, a shudder racking through his body.

It was late at night at the HQ, and at this time everyone else had already gone back to their own universes. The few that lingered were the ones finishing up after a late-night mission.

Or, you were Peter B. Parker frantically searching through the kitchen for a bottle of milk for Mayday after a playdate with a select few spiders that went on for way longer than expected.

Mayday was an easy baby. Always happy and smiling, but that all disappears when she was hungry and you did not want a spider baby on a rampage.

“Alright, alright, give Daddy a few seconds to warm up your milk please?” Peter pleads as Mayday continues to babble angrily, crawling all over him.

She pauses for a moment, attention drawn elsewhere as she hangs off of her father’s back before leaping.

“Hey, lil spider!” You say with a laugh, catching her in your arms. “What are you doing here so late?” you ask.

“Playdate with Miles, Gwen and Hobie. Time really flew and she refused to leave until now,” Peter sighs tiredly, and you pat him on the back before putting her up onto your shoulders. “What are you doing here so late?”

You shrug, grabbing two mugs from the cupboard.

“Working late. Like you said, time really flew,” you say, but Peter knew that wasn’t the full truth.

“Working so hard that you need two cups of coffee?” he asks, holding out the bottle for Mayday to take, which is what she does happily as she snuggles up in her father’s arms.

“What can I say, caffeine doesn’t really work on me,” you grin, pouring the coffee from the machine. “Goodnight, Peter, Mayday,” you say, ruffling her red hair fondly.

And as quickly as you appeared, you disappear.

People didn’t often disturb the big boss man Miguel when he was working. Not if you wanted to stay on his good side.

It was even less often that someone barges into his room full of screens as he monitors the Archno-Humanoid Polymultiverse, let alone a group of them.

“We heard you talking to someone! And laughing,” Gwen says hesitantly as if she couldn’t even believe it herself. But she was invested in figuring out what the deal was between the two of you now.

“Well, do you see anyone around?” Miguel deadpans, his arms wide and gesturing around broadly. You could barely stifle the giggle as you sat on a beam high up on the ceiling, going unnoticed.

“W-well, no…But!” she says, and Miguel raises an eyebrow which makes Gwen shrink in her spot slightly before recovering. “But we heard you. There was someone here, wasn’t there?”

Hobie, ever the perceptive one tracks his eyes along the ceiling before spotting you swinging your legs with an amused look on your face. It seemed as though no one else had noticed though.

Miguel watches Hobie spot you and his eyes narrow in his direction, as if saying ‘I dare you to say anything’ to which the spider only raises his hands in mock surrender.

“No. There wasn't." He says, his tone final. "If that’s all you’re here for, I have important work to get to. So why don’t you go bother someone else, yeah?”

“I give up,” Gwen says, slumping in her chair. “We’re never going to figure it out.”

“Figure what out?” Jess asks, walking up to the group.

“Whether or not there is something going on between those two,” Miles says, nodding towards you and Miguel talking over in the corner of the room.

Jessica only hums, a knowing look in her eyes but she doesn’t say anything. Only asks a simple question.

“What makes you think so?”

“Everyone here knows that there’s something there, even if they want to admit it or not. She’s one of the few people he tolerates, they’re together almost all the time and he actually seems happy around her,” Gwen reasons.

“You could have just asked, you know,” you say, coming up on their conversation with an amused look on your face.

Their expressions range from flustered to simply amused and you can’t help the laughter that bubbles up as you make eye contact with Jess.

“And to answer the question,” you reach down your suit, pulling out a simple chain with a ring dangling off of the end.

“We’re actually married.”

The group goes silent for a moment, eyes wide as they stare at the necklace in your hands, trying to process your words.

Then, all hell breaks loose.

A/N: Hehe, I'm quite happy with this one :3 This is my first attempt at writing Miguel, sorry if I butchered him but I am absolutely hyperfixating on him after seeing ATSV in theatres yesterday.

Based on the prompt by @imslightlycreative though slightly changed :)) I hope you all enjoyed <3

Part two out now!! Read it here.

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #across the spider verse spoilers #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #spiderman #miguel x reader #miguel ohara x reader #spiderverse x reader #miguel o hara #spiderman 2099 x reader #marvel

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𝓯𝓸𝓬𝓾𝓼

∘ desc: studying is always best when you're getting your pussy played with <3

∘ ft: nanami

∘ a/n: for all of my loves approaching finals week, hope this helps <3

∘ includes: fingering, pussy slaps, choking, overstimulation

“Focus for me, sweetheart.”

Nanami’s calloused fingertips hovering just slightly over your soaked cunt was the only thing your clouded brain could focus on. Sitting with your back against his chest, legs spread and notebook in hand, he wasn’t referring to you to focus on him. No, he wants you to try your hardest to absorb as much information from that notebook as you could. With your finals coming up, it’s incredibly important to make sure you’re effectively studying in order to get the best grade possible. Nanami thinks that your education is important, and he will do everything he can to make sure that you pass all of your classes.

“You’re always so wet for me.” Nanami mutters to himself, always in awe by how beautiful you look all spread out for him. “Go ahead, read the next paragraph honey.” Your eyes search on the white page for what you read last, finding your place before reading out loud.

“This n-next section illustrates -fuck- the essentials for…” You trail off, brain fogged over at the feeling of him finally making contact with your throbbing clit. He circles around it slowly before applying just the right amount of pleasure, causing you to throw your head back onto his chest. His fingers leave your body just as fast as they got there, making you groan in frustration.

“Kento, I can’t do this anymore. Please just touch me already.” You’re growing increasingly frustrated at this point. Fuck your exam, you just want him inside of you. Nanami has other plans, however, shaking his head no at your request.

“You know I can’t do that, love. This test is more important than whatever this pretty little pussy of yours wants.” Nanami gives your cunt two quick slaps, making you jump in surprise at the sudden contact. “Finish reading this page and I’ll reward you, come on.” You could feel Nanami’s warm breath tickling your ear as his fingers made their way back, teasing you so much that it’s driving you insane. You’re growing more and more desperate by the second, hands shaking in anticipation as you continue reading. The further you get down the page, the more Nanami is willing to give you.

“...and with that, c-concludes the end of this chapter.” As soon as you get that last sentence out, Nanami plunges two thick fingers into you, curving them ever so slightly to hit that gummy spot that causes you to cry out in delight. You’re gripping his biceps with so much force, trying anything to keep you grounded as he shows you no mercy. He’s putting his forearm to work, tiring his wrist out to push in and out of you as his other hand grips your neck to push your head back against his chest. The eye contact is so intense, hand wrapping around your throat making you clench around his fingers.

“So greedy.” Nanami chuckles, watching the way your eyes flutter closed in your pathetic attempts to keep them open. “Gonna cum all over my fingers? C’mon baby, let it all out for me.” Nanami’s words made your heart pound even harder, legs shaking as that feeling deep in your tummy starts to overwhelm you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, thighs closing around his hand as you gush all over him. He groans at the sight, fingers slowing down inside of you as he works you through your high. He kisses all over the side of your face and neck, each touch of his lips feeling like sparks of electricity over your skin. Sensing that you’re finally coming back down, his fingers make slow movements inside once more. You whimper at the feeling, pleasure coursing through your veins once more.

“Too much, Kento!” You cry out, hands gripping his wrist in a weak attempt to pry his large hand away from your warmth. He doesn’t move an inch, instead adjusting the hand on his neck to slowly move down over your collarbones, fingers twisting over one of your nipples.

“I’m sure you could take it. You’ve been such a good girl for me, let me give you a treat for all of your hard work.”

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader smut #nanami x reader #nanami smut #nanami x reader smut #nanami kento

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Say His Name | SUKUNA

Say his name three times and he shall appear, fucking virgins before he disappear.

tags: (18+, minors and ageless blogs dni) corruption, virginity loss, monster-fucking, double cocks, mouth fucking, pet names (pet, my human, female), oral(f! receiving), handjobs, nipple play, fingering, creampies, copious amounts of cum, tummy bulge, sex in sukuna’s domain, overstimulation, mirror sex

notes: early i did originally plan an entire kinktober but lol (18+ banner/divider made by @/cafekitsune. repost from my first ever kinktober 🥂

“SUKUNA, SUKUNA, SUKUNA.” Call it childish for believing in such tales. But you wanted it to be true. Looking in the darkly lit bathroom of your dorm bathroom you groaned, blowing the candle out. You flipped the light switch back on.

You’d been hearing about it all year. But you should’ve known better than to believe a silly little legend like this. But you were a blushing and bubbling mess of a virgin. So hearing of some mysterious sexy man who fucks virgins with no strings attached seemed too good to be true and you just had to test this theory. But really you should’ve known better. You were too old to believe in such things but you were all dolled up just for him.

You’d been waiting until everyone on your floor was gone and you put on your best and sexiest lingerie. You weren’t expecting to wear this for such a man that everyone has described but you were ready. You were thinking maybe for a boy who’s eventually won your heart you’d wear this to give yourself away.

Your hair was down in a medium length silk press, wearing puffy pink ugg slides and a short pink fuzzy nightgown that hugged every inch of your body, amplifying your busty breast all for show. You even went with no panties.

All for him.

All for a no show.

Sighing, you reached for your shower caddy and got prepared to wrap your hair.

But a deep chuckle from behind, startled you. Every fiber in your being was begging you not to turn around. Your stomach clutching with a sense of fear and your mouth running dry.

“Little human.” His voice alone had you shaking but surprisingly it wasn’t all just fear, something else deep inside, something not so pure filled your body. Lust. You were still too afraid to look at him, your knees growing weak as he continued to speak.

“Too scared to turn around but all dolled up just for me. I can practically smell your sweet nectar from here.” He purred, his breath on your neck and you could feel the warmth of his body heat all over you. “I haven’t even touched you yet.” Taking his tongue, he licked up your ear before biting your lobe. “I could smell how sweet you are even before I got here. I couldn’t believe how delectable you smelled.” With hard hands, he softly grasped both of your breasts.

You released a small yelp with such surprise but your tummy fluttered. “Oh, my little human likes that…” He took note, pressed hot kisses against your neck. Squeezing your breast. With rough hands he stroked your nipples until they grew hard.

You were letting him have his way with you and you still hadn’t even seen his face. You moaned when you felt the soft drag of his claws, tugging at your gown.

“Tell me how badly you like my touch female…or I might just stop.” He pressed his hips into yours, allowing you to feel just how hard he was. “Don’t you want my cocks?” His voice was laced with something unfamiliar, he pressed his nose in your hair and did a quick inhale.

Desire pooled in your belly whenever he talked. “C-cocks?” You squealed. “I… I don’t think I can handle such a thing…” You muttered, trying to move away from him, keeping your eyes trained on your feet.

“Look at me.” He gripped your jaw in his fingers and forced your eyes to the mirror. Your pussy clenched against nothing when you saw his face. He was truly a beautiful demonic man. With sharp teeth and dark eyes that ate up your entire figure. There was colorful dark markings over his face and a sickening grin on his lips when he noticed you staring so hard. His spiked pink hair looked so soft that you wanted to pet him. “You desire is all in the air,” His told you. “Let me please you, my little human.”

“W-wait! I-um…” Your voice was hoarse and completely choked out as you stuttered, trying to find any excuse.

“You wish to deny me this?” He palmed your pussy. Dragging his hand all over the mound before trailing lower. “You are truly ravishing… in all these places.” You we’re panting and hanging on to every word he spoke, opening your thighs wider so he can feel you.

“Tell me…beg me…” His hand ran down lower, inching closer and closer towards your puffy clit.

Then he pulled away.

It was awful and your body felt cold, you even almost tripped over yourself, to which he chuckled. “Why did you st—”

Pressing his hot lips to yours he kissed you, squeezing your ass and adding his tongue. His tongue was sucking and sliding in every inch of your mouth, you could barely breathe. It felt so long and so deep, almost like he was in your throat. “I want you to beg me for my touch, I know you want it… so beg for it, or you won’t get it.” He said as he pulled away, drool on the corner of his mouth.

“Please…touch…me…” You forced the words he wanted to hear out. “I want your fingers, your tongue, your…cocks.” You whimpered a deep pout on your lips. He smiled at your honesty and he clipped your lingerie down with his claws in one swift motion.

His thumb caressed your folds softly and he groaned watching the wetness drip to the floor. Slipping one finger inside, you gasped, holding on to his wrist and grinding down a bit. Loud squelching noises filling the air every time he pushed in a bit deeper. “Tight little thing. All for me.” He dropped to his knees and licked his lips once he spread your folds open.

“Pretty little pearl.” He rasped before taking it in his mouth. Your hips buckled and thrashed against his face, your moans echoing and bouncing off the walls. He added another finger, hard. Slamming them both inside of you, stretching you wide. So much cream and slick ran down your thighs, he pumped faster inside of you.

Both of his cocks were leaking and aching but all he could think about was your pussy and just how good it taste. He groaned with his eyes closed, spreading his fingers inside as you sobbed above him.

“Please, please…” He didn’t know what you were begging for. He sucked, putting his entire mouth on you, licking up and down your sensitive clit. He pressed deep kisses before removing his fingers from your insides. He dipped his tongue deep inside of your tightness and he felt you tighten up, fisting your hand in his hair, rocking your hips.

“Sukuna!” Your eyes were filled with tears as he moaned for more of your virgin taste on his tongue. Hearing his name on your tongue had him throbbing but he resisted touching himself — wanting only to come in your tight pure virgin body.

“I’m going to— ah.” Your body snapped and shook but he continued to feast on your insides, his long tongue hitting all your sensitive spots and every muscle, you came around his tongue and he welcomed everything you gave him. Your walls fluttered against his tongue and your hands grabbed even deeper into his hair, toes curling and small sniffles filling the room.

He placed his tongue back to your sore clit and gave it a few more sucks before he smirked up at you, the pretty noises still in your throat as you tried your hardest to be quiet. Looking up at you with such desire that you felt yourself shrinking. “I was waiting so long for you…” He told you, standing to his full height. “Don’t know if I can let you go this time…”

You didn’t understand. You were still reeling down from such an orgasm. He inhaled against your neck. “Pretty little human. I’m not going to let you out of my sight. Too precious.” He took your lips again and you closed your eyes deeply, gripping his arm as you tasting yourself on his tongue.

When you finally pulled back and opened your eyes, you didn’t know where you were. All darkness surrounded you, dimly lit candles and a beautifully made canopy bed with dark sheets. You could see some sort of throne in the other part of this dark place, which took up almost the entirety of that space. The room seemed to go on forever, almost endless. You felt empty, he wasn’t there anymore. Confusion bled through your mind until you felt him take your hand, dragging you to the bed.

“What did you mean… with what you said moments ago?” You swallowed, trying not to look him in the eyes. But those deep red eyes made it almost too hard to do that. He stared you down before pushing you down to the bed.

“It means you’re mine. All mine.” His hot tongue trailed down your neck and it burned you, your weak legs thrusting against him. He lowered his hips flush against yours and you could feel just how big and thick his cocks were, it was almost disgusting how badly you wanted them. He sniffed and did a devilish grin at you. “Why fight it? You called me here. I have you. Don’t tell me you’re still scared… I won’t hurt you.” He promised.

The way his eyes held such sincerity you couldn’t look away. The flimsy material he wore, slipped off and you got a glimpse of everything he was hiding from you. The rippling abs and those dark marks similar to the ones on his face, you could feel yourself leaking when your eyes drifted to the pretty cocks he possessed.

Throbbing and veiny. Angry red tips coded in leaking creamy pre-cum. You didn’t mean to but you licked your lips and he groaned in your ear: “Female, it looks like you want to taste my cocks…” More pre-cum dripped down and you were panting at the sight, something coming over you. With a trembling hand, you reached out between you both and gripped the base of one, he twitched in your hand but you didn’t stop your assault.

He was thick. You couldn’t imagine doing this to both of his cocks at the same time, you needed both of your hands just to cover just one of them. He thrusted his hips upward, sliding himself through your hands with strained moments. He didn’t want to cum, only wanted it to be inside of you but fuck, this was heaven.

You stroked him, nice and slow. Feeling every bit of him and keeping your clouded eyes on his, both of your breathings harsh and in sync, hot and turned on. Rubbing your thumb on the tip, you watched as a bit more liquid leaked out, slipping between your hands.

“Knees. Now.” He rasped, he needed to be in your tight little mouth now. He needed it. You barley had time to move before he was thrusting himself inside of your mouth. “Fuck…ing, pretty little mouth.” He muttered, thrusting his hips harshly in and out of your mouth. His other cock begging for attention, you squeezed it hard and be released a beautiful moan continuing his rhythm.

Swallowing around him, he bellowed. “Fuck!” He had manners and didn’t want to mess up his female’s hair but he wanted you to take him deeper into your mouth. Pulling you slightly by your hair, he buried himself deeper into your mouth. Bucking his hips, you slid your mouth up and down — saliva covering his length — then you lapped at the tip, rubbing your mouth on it before slipping him back into your throat. Moaning around his cock, then you decided to switch to his other cock.

He was amazed and his toes were curling, watching you. He could see just how much of him was buried in your throat. He could hear the amount of sucking and slurping and you still had time to fondle his balls.

He was going to cum. He could feel it in the pits of his belly. Sweet moans leaving your mouth and he couldn’t take it anymore. With a deep groan, he pulled you flush to his hips and came deep inside of your mouth, his other cock jerking and spasming — raining cum on your face.

He looked at your cum splattered face and his cocks grew hard again and he knew the perfect way to end the night. “Need to be inside of you, now.” He didn’t want anything to stop him. He didn’t clean you off or anything, he wanted to fuck you as filthy and dirty as you looked.

And he would.

He pulled down your panties and looked at your leaking cunt. Smiling in delight, “All this just from sucking my cocks…naughty girl.” He lined up both of his cocks to your small hole.

“Both of them?!” You squealed with wide eyes. “They can’t both fit…” You swallowed hard and he did a roar of heavy laughter.

“Gonna just stretch you out with this one,” He rubbed his throbbing tip along your slippery glistening folds as you cried out. “Then once you’re all full, gonna add my other cock and make you cum all night, my little human.”

He lined himself back against your tight heat, almost slipping inside, he eyed your face before he thrusted forward and buried himself inside of your virgin flesh. Your nails were digging into him as you screamed, it hurt bad.

He was so massive inside of you and your walls wouldn’t let him go, clinging to him. “So damn tight.” He groaned, his hips snapped and with each thrust he was able to get deeper and deeper.

He couldn’t bare to look at you, hearing your small sniffles was hard enough. He wanted this pleasurable for you. His fingers were fast on their way to your little clit that was already throbbing for his attention, he pressed two of them against you and felt you roll your hips against his with a sharp moan, “Ah!”

He did a few sloppy thrust, his balls hitting the cusp of your ass and he could tell that you were feeling good based off how you were reacting. “Please make me cum.” You groaned, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. Now with a newer angle he pressed deep into a gooey wetness that had your tongue out and you squeezing his cock even better than before.

He slammed his cock inside of you, now going at any intense speed. Rocking his hips into yours, trying to hit your sweet spot again. He pressed deeper inside of you, bottoming out. “Say my name.” He told you, softly against your lips before claiming them. His thrust going hard and reckless, stretching you out.

You felt so full, he reached down and jerked his other cock. Squeezing the tip and continuing to thrust faster, rocking the bed. “Say my name.” He said again, his hips slamming down on yours. He felt heavy inside of you and you couldn’t focus on him, drowning in a warmth of endless pleasure.

He bucked his hips and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look up — to look into the mirror above you, watching yourself getting fucked before saying again: “Say my name.” This time annoyed and with a growl.

“Sukuna!” He pumped his cock inside of your little pussy, stretching it just for him and thrusting more — the hold your cunt had on his cock made him bite his lip when he withdrew himself slightly before slamming back inside.

Your eyes roll back when his tip hits your special spot again and your moans has him in a chokehold, “Sukuna, right there, please… again.” You arch your back and he grips your waist, pushing you back down into the mattress.

With a last long thrust, he fills your cervix with creamy cum that leaks out of you. His other cock bobbling before spraying you down as well, you clench around him for the final time and almost breathlessly you say his name again.

Body weak and your eyes fluttering. He pulls you closer to him and kisses your lips.

“My little human stuffed with my cum.” He purrs, wrapping a strong arm around you and you say something that he can’t hear as you drift and drift…

And drift to sleep.

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