Your Fav Curse

MC eventually joins Onychinus because she finds out that people in the hunter organization are tied to EVER. I feel like she gets up to a lot of antics that she just never reports (she wears that watch everywhere so of course they know. There’s also no way it’s not a tracker) but they let it slide because she’s a great “asset”

So, MC just got her memories back about EVER in the N109 Zone, her adoptive grandmother was a scientist for EVER, and the people in charge at her dream job basically just want her on their side as a weapon.

‼️MDNI‼️ Showing the lads men that untamed feral side we all have. [Requested by: Jayhyunglover] A/N: You freaky frogs

You women shouldn’t ever experience a man talking you through it because yall will end up in love, not high school love but bat shit crazy in love w that man and he was meant to just be a sneaky link.

And let me just say —

The Men That Talk You Through It Even if They’re Your Sneaky Links:

Sanji, Nanami, Bokuto, Kuroo, Tengen, Shanks, Ben Beckman, Rayleigh, Killer, Fatgum, Gojo, Rengoku, Ace, Luffy, Zoro, Jean, Connie: They meant it. They know the consequence of talking you through it, hell they even do amazing aftercare. They can’t help their feelings for you EVEN THOUGH you both swear it’s just about sex. “That’s it baby.” “Just like that, mama.” “Fuck, you’re so pretty like this.” “I know, baby i know, look at me, princess.” “Good fucking girl, one more for me?”. Maybe with enough talk he’ll convince you to stay the night and be more than just an occasional hook up and an empty bed space when he wakes up.

mdni

it really shouldn't be affecting him this much.

it's supposed to be something cute, something wholesome, for god's sake. just a cute petname that you call him, nothing more. it even started out as a joke—you weren't keen on doing something so drastic anytime soon—and yet…

and yet.

"how's my future husband doing today?" you greet upon answering the phone.

he grunts out some reply, putting his phone on speaker as he continues to drive home to you. you begin making small talk, talking about your day and whatnot, and he's doing his best to focus. he really is, he swears.

he just can't help it if he gets rock hard whenever you call him… that. he just loves you that much. maybe it's even romantic, in a way.

"so, husband, are you almost home? i made your favorite." you say cheerily, seemingly entirely unaware of the effect you have on him.

"fucking hell." he mumbles.

"what was that?"

he takes a few deep breaths—in through the nouse, out through the mouth. he can't be getting this damn horny over a simple name. a term of endearment. but, hell, it feels like he's discovering porn for the first time. there's just something so intimate about it, something that has a glow of warmth spreading from his heart to the rest of his body. it consumes him in the best way.

"i'm going to need you to do me a favor."he says, finally.

"sure, anything."

his voice comes out deeper than you expect, "cover the food and keep it in the fridge for now. we won't be eating dinner 'til late."

//

"mmh— fuck— baby!" you moan, your boyfriend has you folded in half on the bed, pounding into you ruthlessly. you're on your back, ankles resting on his shoulders as he thrusts deeper and deeper into your sensitive hole.

this has been going on from the moment he stepped into your shared apartment.

"that's not what you call me, darling. try again." he says, giving your nipple a light pinch.

"hnngh— my— fuck— husband!"

"that's it," he groans, reaching to rub your clit in time with his thursts, "my pretty wife, so good for me. taking your husband's cock so well, huh?" 

"mmhm," you nod, "love m' husband's cock so much!"

he feels you tighten around him, and he knows you're close. he isn't that far behind, either.

"you like it that much too, huh? wanna be my little wifey?" he asks, angling so he can hit that spot that gets you over the edge.

"yes, please!"

"then cum all over your husband's cock."

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cw. mommy kink, mean dom!raf, degradation, dumbification

you’d finally gotten rafayel to agree to let you be on top. it took a lot of begging and a ton of coaxing to get him in this rare, vulnerable position—but you won. you should’ve been satisfied with just that… except his pretty moans and breathy little whimpers made you greedy. his scrunched up face and sweet pleas made you want more.

“you should try calling me mommy,” you breathed, palms gliding slowly over the firm planes of his chest.

and this snaps him out of his pleasure induced trance, his hands coming to your waist to halt your movements. he’s heaving, but he’s able to pant out a bemused, “what?”

your lips slowly stretch into a grin, “c’mon, don’t you wanna be a good boy?” you tease, your fingers moving to tweak his peaked nipples. “don’t you wanna be a good boy for mommy?”

it’s when his cock twitches in your soaked cunt that you realize he doesn’t hate the word. in fact, he might actually like it. 

so, naturally, you push it even further.

you peel his hands off your hips and drop back onto his aching length, riding him with a rhythm that borders on mean. every filthy word you purr only deepens the color blooming across rafayel’s cheeks, his ears burning a furious beet red as he watches you take him exactly how you want.

Your body is pressed against his bike as he drives through the dark N109 Zone, both hands on the handlebars. Your hips buck your bare clit against the vibrating leather motorcycle seat as you drip shamelessly onto it. Your short skirt hides your nakedness, but as Sylus speeds through the chaotic roads, everyone who could catch a glimpse of you would know exactly how good the Onychinus leader's cock feels and how desperate you are for him to finally give you sweet release

It's only when your squirming finally makes him reach the limit of his self control that he screeches to a halt in a secluded parking lot, stomps on the kickstand to steady the bike, and grabs your hips, thrusting into you like his sanity had finally snapped

S: Did I say that?

MC: You said I could eat all I could at this restaurant.

S: I did.

MC: This restaurant has 3 Michelin stars!!

S, laughing: Are three stars not enough for you? They don't go any higher, kitten.

MC: No, I mean, they don't have an all-you-can-eat option here!

S: Has there been any other option when you eat with me?

MC: They don't even put the prices on the menu.

S: Meaning you don't need to worry about the prices.

MC: I don't even understand what all this means.

S: They offer two tasting menus today. Pick a menu and they'll bring us each course one by one.

MC: Oh, like those pretentious plates of food that have one grain of rice surrounded by splotches of sauce.

S: Exactly.

MC: Each course could be like a million bucks!!

S: And?

MC:

MC: You'd really pay for anything I want?

S: As much as you want.

MC:

MC: Why?

S:

S: Sweetie, the more you hesitate, the more the servers will think we're poor.

S: Just pick the menu that catches your eye. If you don't like a course, we can send it back and demand something better.

S: The chef is a... friend of mine. I'm sure he'd be more than happy to accommodate your tastes, along with your hunger.

S, muttering under his breath: He also deserves some criticism for his arrogance.

MC: What?

it’s giving Dracula @tbaluver

sukuna should not know how to navigate tumblr, and yet somehow he’s become terrifyingly good at it. he’s lying in bed, one arm behind his head, the other holding his phone way too close to his face as he scrolls through your tag like he’s checking security footage.

he’s doing it casually at first, just looking, just being nosy, just being… him. and then he sees it. your name. followed by “x reader.” he stops breathing for a second.

he actually blinks at the screen like it’s a joke, like there’s no way people have been writing fantasies about you—about touching you, about fucking you—right there in the open where anyone can read it.

and of course he clicks it. of course he does.

the fic opens and the first line already has you arching into someone’s hands, calling out some generic male lead’s name, and sukuna’s entire jaw flexes like he’s trying not to react. like reading this doesn’t immediately punch heat straight into his spine.

he tells himself he’s reading it out of curiosity. research. nothing more. but halfway through the second paragraph his hand is already pushing into his sweatpants, rubbing himself through the fabric like he’s trying to keep up appearances even though there’s no one around to see.

the fic gets filthier—way filthier than he was prepared for—and his thumb slows on the screen, skimming every line about you: your mouth, your thighs, the noises you make. his breath gets heavier. he’s stroking himself in lazy, frustrated pulls, hips lifting every time the story mentions you going soft and sweet for someone who isn’t him.

it pisses him off. he keeps doing it anyway.

by the time the fic hits the part where “you” beg for another round, sukuna’s hand is moving faster, grip tight, precum slicking his fingers. he’s breathing like he’s annoyed, like every stroke is a mistake he can’t stop making. he keeps scrolling with the other hand, needing more—more words, more lines, more descriptions of how you fall apart.

and when he cums? it’s embarrassingly hard. thighs tensed, brow furrowed, a low groan ripping out of him like he’s been holding it back for hours. he spills across his stomach in hot, messy streaks, phone slipping onto his chest while he tries to catch his breath.

the fic is still open. your name is still highlighted.

he wipes his hand on his sweats, picks his phone up again, and mutters under his breath: “…they don’t know shit. i’d ruin you properly.”

then he clicks on the next “x reader” fic about you. like the least subtle man alive.

wait imagine tho? also idk where these random ass ideas keep coming from so lowkey just ignore me…

um. sorry wait a minute [grabs mic]

“Nine months,” Caleb murmured, staring at the tiny baby in his arms. His baby. Their baby. His eyes were shining with awe—but his voice carried a hint of betrayal. “Nine months inside your mom’s womb… only to come out looking exactly like me.”

You rolled your eyes, the corner of your lips curling up into a soft smile. Your attention remained fixed on the minimally interesting documentary playing on the TV. “Good job, baby.”

“Good job?” He continued to pace in circles while cradling the baby. Caleb ran a finger along his son’s cheek, gently poking it, amazed by how soft and chubby it was. “It’s not that I don’t like him—he’s cute, and I love him. But I wanted a mini-you running around the house, giving me headaches. Instead, I replicated myself.”

“Yeah, sometimes genetics do that.” You replied, starting to feel a little sorry for your husband. “Besides, he hasn’t even turned one month old yet, maybe he’ll pick up my personality or some other trait of mine?”

Caleb sat down next to you, careful not to disturb the pillows surrounding you. “You think?” He spoke a little too loudly, then flinched as he felt the baby stir, waking up. Slowly, his tiny eyelids fluttered open, granting his dad a glimpse of his purple irises.

There was a long silence between you, the only sound being the narrator’s voice echoing through the room.

You took a deep breath, trying to suppress a laugh. Caleb held one of the baby’s tiny hands, attempting to entertain him. “Your genes didn’t even try…”

I have a family friend who worked at our local Salvation Army headquarters as a a secretary. This particular office took all the Christmas donations for children in need, put them in a warehouse, and on a designated day the staff and their friends picked through them all, taking whatever they wanted. She saw people hauling away bikes donated for specific families. Some local children had hundreds of dollars of gifts donated in their name, and on Christmas they received three cheap things, items likely not even from the person who sponsored them.

My friend quit, and I’ve not given them a dime of my money since then.

I’m a wildfire and disaster logistics specialist.

I deal with a lot of agencies who provide disaster relief.

I used to say the Salvation Army’s disaster services were the one (literally the ONE) good thing they did.

They would come in, set up a canteen trailer, make and pass out hot coffee and donated food in a disaster, usually being one of the first agencies to get there and the last to leave.

Then I found out.

Every time they did this, regardless of if they were actually invited or deployed by the agency in charge (usually FEMA, sometimes others) they would SELF-DEPLOY. Meanjng they would just show up. Ok. That’s not TOO bad, sometimes agencies have to take initiative and get there before the red tape is sorted out. BUT. They, after they left at the end of the incident, they would send FEMA or the host agency a BILL. They used one or two paid employees (usually the driver of the truck and a supervisor); and many VOLUNTEERS, but they would bill for EVERYONE’s Labor at standard federal rates. They would bill for the food they distributed even though it was all donated by another agency or private parties. They would bill for the coffee they made and the supplies. Except they would use electricity from the shelter location, water from donations or from the shelter, and in many cases, they would get the coffee and industrial filters DONATED, but bill for them at retail prices.

Salvation Army reached out to Milknmuffins and asked what shelter she’s at with the promise to address the abuse in it. She…ended up saying where she was. She was thrown out onto the street. It’s also all on Twitter.

They invited her to a personal talk so she could explain the situation in person.

And then they threatened her with a screenshot of a rape-threat made supposedly by her:

And then threw her out into the street while claiming she broke house rules that

I’m sute they are. I wonder how much they are going to try and bill FEMA for this shit.

• had a player arc but ended it bc he met u

• he’s still playfully flirtatious with others and when you address it he says ‘it’s just my personality’

• either you put up with his shit or y’all can be on and off, because either way he’s not leaving you alone

• definitely will try and gaslight you like ‘oh you need me’ but deep down he needs your loving more than anything

• completely obsessed with you

• leaves you with a feather until he loses them all

• will make loads of sexual jokes

• matches your energy

• he’s good at picking up on things, so he can tell when you’re upset but won’t pry you to talk about

• will express himself if you bring it up, other than that he doesn’t really care

• protective in a laid back way, will kiss you infront of his opponent’s

• yellow flag