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ghostbsuter · 4 months
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"Date? Me?'
Tim nods, milkshake in hand, sitting outside of McDonald's with his study buddy, Danny.
The other teen looked flabbergasted with a firm blush building up.
Tim found him utterly adorable.
"I can't date anyone? I'm property of.the goverment."
Tim Drake-Wayne, aka Red Robin, has various questions to that statement.
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myfeetrcolddd · 2 months
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Down bad...and a little unhinged
It only got worse after Theodore realized just how much he liked her violence. So much more worse that he thought that if he died by her hand it would all be worth it because not only was it by her hand but that she was touching him.
He was sure he was insane. His friends agreed on that fact, especially when he started to provoke the girl even more. His notes had also become more than promiscuous. Reddening the girls cheeks every morning. He was yet to receive a reply from the long haired girl, but her visual reactions were enough fuel.
The Slytherin boy was sitting at the breakfast table, right across from the pretty girl as usual, his chin resting in his hand as he stared at the girl.
Despite what she said, she was affected by him, all of him. It was infuriating, really. The words and promises on those papers he sent her every morning, every day, without fail, sparked something in her. Something she wished to bury deep down forever.
Sure, he was handsome, charming, rich, but he was arrogant and rude, and so immensely hot infuriating. He made her want to punch him. So far it was only slaps and harsh pushes, but she was close to punching him. So very very close.
It also took too much effort to avoid his gaze like this. It was insane, and a wonder as to how he continues to get good grades in all his classes when it seemed that his attention never left the girl when she was around.
The owls swooped into the great hall right on time, brings a grin to Theodores face as he watched his owl perch on her shoulder and neatly give her the note.
Despite her best efforts, the girl had become attached to the bird, so she reached up and scratched beneath the owls chin. It cooed contently and Theodores jaw twitches, he'd never wanted to be a damn bird in his life.
He'd ask what was wrong with him, but he knew there was no point because she was what was wrong with him. And he wouldn't be right until she was his. Not that she wasn't his already.
"Are you listening?" A blonde Slytherin girl snapped her fingers in front of Theodores face and his lips twisted into an annoyed frown. Blondie, as Theo had been calling her since he could not remember her name, would not leave him alone.
She claims that they had slept together once, and that it was the best thing she had ever experienced and that after months of denial she had finally realized that they were meant to be. Theodore thought the girl must be more delusional than him, and that's saying something.
Apparently the girl had been living under a rock since they're supposed "Best Night of Her Life" because everyone in Hogwarts knew Theo was more than obsessed with Y/N, and nearly everyone backed off, not bothering to shoot their shot with her or Theodore.
But there were still a few idiots, like Blondie beside him. "Teddy!" She whines and Theo cringes at the sound. He hated that nickname. It was ridiculous and childish.
Still, he ignored her, watching as his girl put off reading the note he'd written for her. The Blondie surprised him, by touching him. She had grabbed his chin, yanking his head towards her and forcing him to take his eyes off of his girl.
Did she have a death wish?
Theo didn't hold back his glare as he looked down his nose at her. He grabbed her wrist roughly and pulled her hand away from him. Her needy look paled and turned into something fearful, "Do not touch me." He utters the words low and threateningly.
"B-b-but-" She stutters, "But-"
"B-b-b- spit it out!" He snarls and she winces, perhaps he was being too harsh. But if he were anything less then she'd think she had a chance and Blondie needed to know that there was no one for him than the girl who had his owl perched on her shoulder.
"She!" She points across the room, "She touches you!" At this a smile touches Theos lips. Damn right she touched him, sure it was only her slapping, pinching his side, pulling at a strand of hair, and pushing him into fountains and other things, but she touched him nonetheless. And she'd touch him much more if Theo got his way.
"And only her." He says simply, then releases her wrist like she burned him, "Now leave me alone. And get rid of the ridiculous notion that we're soulmates, because my soulmate is sitting right over there." He points across the room, extending his arm fully, with the full intention of others seeing. He knew many people were listening in on the conversation.
Good, he thought. Let this be a message, let everyone know that she is his as he is hers.
That's it for this fic. Dunno how to continue. Might make another one, this is the second one and a follow up from this fic.
Also, sorry if it's a little confusing. I really hate using 'Y/N'
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piercedmysoul · 7 months
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this just showed up on my pinterest homepage time to DIE
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Listen, the fact that House literally had Lisa Cuddy in front of him and was still thinking about Wilson is all that has to be said.
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vamps-hmu · 4 months
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doodle while I feel like shit
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chiiyozakki · 6 months
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-- punishment --
n: nsfw?
❄️ wriothesley x reader
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when you came to fontaine, the last thing you expected was to be arrested and held prisoner in the fortress of meropide.
as soon as you were locked up in your cell, the only thing on your mind was to escape.
however...
the more days you spend in the fortress, the more he claims all of you as his. everyday he'd be extremely nice to you, so much so you'd think he's acting strange (and he is, just for you)
and once night falls, wriothesley would come to your cell to ravage you inside out, your moans echoing out the empty halls.
no greetings, no words spoken, only his urges to ruin your insides.
he fucks you so good that with each thrust your mind goes blank and the only thing your feeble brain could remember is the feeling of his shaft inside you.
it's so good that it hurts.
but even if you protest him to stop because it's hurting you, the more he feels the urge to fuck you senseless as if there's no tomorrow.
as a result, you could never keep your mind focused on planning an escape. you want to, but you can't.
you want to, but your body's addicted to his touch now.
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aldoesthings · 2 years
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will points a gun at hannibal and threatens to fucking shoot him but hannibal just starts giggling and kicking his feet
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iamaniconicmess · 1 year
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Nico: Come on, Reyna. Nobody actually believes that Jason is in love with me.
Reyna, to The Squad: Raise your hand if you think that Jason is helplessly in love with Nico.
*Everyone raises their hand*
Nico: Jason, put your hand down.
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novermilion · 2 years
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Loid "For The Mission" Forger, everyone. Buys apple tarts and caramel nut cakes knowing his fake wife loves apples and his fake daughter loves nuts.
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teyamaa · 11 months
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“You're not leaving, are you, Jake? Knowing I'm out there? Knowing that I'll never stop? I'm coming for you and when I do, I'll kill your whole family.”
Colonel Quaritch
Stephen Lang
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felayslay · 1 year
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normal finding hermies scam attractive is hilarious
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existential-queeer · 2 years
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"I want Rhaenyra. I'll take her as what she is."
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http-paprika · 3 months
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Y'all I just came across the most scrumpscious Ghost fanfic draft I forgot about... I'm fiening over it. Full on screeching while I knaw on it and attempt to finish it GOD IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH
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hes looking at john.
hes looking at john with THAT FUCKING FACE.
GOOODDDDDDD
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odegoob · 6 days
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declan with his trademark havertzpost he's so predictable
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How would incel childe respond to reader all of a sudden calling him daddy? I imagine him just grinding on some game and reader just whispers in his ear in the most sultry voice "daddy~" I want this man to plow me QwQ
any ounce of affection has him trembling and busting in his pants. i believe I've mentioned how much he LOVES hentai and anime girls but like...….. he REALLY loves them. he's watched enough hentai to last several lifetimes. mainly tentacle and corruption related things. he likes seeing girls cry and get realllyyy destroyed for the first time. however, anyone that's consumed any level of hentai or related content is well aware of the... ahem, names the girls usually use for their male partners and he does salivate every time he hears your whiny voice repeat or come up with any adjacent terms. call him sir, master, daddy, or just his name and he's tripping over himself to get inside of you.
that being said, the first few times you two went at it nothing like that was thrown out. he was too busy getting pussy for the first time and you were too busy getting railed into oblivion. no thoughts, just sex. but after that? the amount of nasty shit he began adding to your sex life increased drastically and fast (I'll make a post soon indulging all the kinks he has don't u worry). the second he hears any sweet names flowing from your mouth his pants are off, if they aren't already; he doesn't let you wear any at home. easy access and whatnot.
i do imagine he prefers hearing all of your words come out soft and sweet, bordering on pure innocence. he just loves it when his little girl whines and talks all cute to him :( existing all sugarcoated and adorable isn't a hard task for you though if you take into consideration all the training he does to teach you how to be perfect for him!! he's so loving, isn't he? <33
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