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itsjustjackie55 · 3 months
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Sweetness & Sweets | Justin Herbert X Reader
Warning: Smut ahead!! 18+ Minors DNI
A/N: this is shorter than what I thought it would be, I also gave up proof reading. I’ll fix it another day. Also to the anon that requested something I will work on it when I have a chance school is starting and Ive been busy im sorry. Anyway enjoy! 🫶🏽
🪽 ⋆ ⟡ 𓂃 ゚。🪽 ⋆ ⟡ ゚。🪽 ⋆ ⟡ 𓂃 ゚。🪽 ⋆
Justin and you had a natural way to pet names when your relationship had first developed. You two went out on dates and had casual talks where you’d refer to each other as basic nicknames and pet names. He’d call you baby or babe and vise versa, occasionally you’d refer to him as amor, “J”, or even by sweets.
Overall your names for each other were fairly natural, but as your relationship grew your list of names for each other grew with it. Especially during your shared time in the bedroom.
There were nights where you’d want to be as close as possible to Justin. Where you’d give him soft kisses everywhere and melt into him. Feeling the heat from his body while you tried cock warming and failed, leading to a round of slow love making. During nights like those he’d pull you much closer and call you sweetheart or princess.
On other nights where he’d have you on your hands and knees begging for him to stop licking you and just fill you up. Those rough nights where he had been upset with work. His overgrown beard scratching at your thighs when he ate you like he was starved and where he left you bent over so he could easily pump into you from behind. Pounding mercilessly while he’d pull you to his chest by your hair or by his huge hand wrapped around your neck. Then he’d whisper how good you’ve been for him and tell you how beautiful you were while he was deep inside. On nights like that he’d look at your fucked out expression and call you beautiful or baby while he helped clean you up and tuck you in right next to him.
Now on this one night when you two were on the bed, he’d decided it was time to have a corresponding pet name for the one you had given him, Sweets.
You had only given him the nickname because he was very sweet, a true sweetheart and gentleman.
His new pet name for you worked perfectly with how you tasted to him. It also resonated to him with amount of love that exuded from you, you were Sweetness in his bland world.
This time in the bedroom he was laid flat on his stomach, you on your back, legs spread open to make room for him in between.
He had licked you up and down several times kissing and teasing your opening and clit. You couldn’t help but feel lightheaded as he continued to edge you. All you could do was look down and moan at the sight of him looking up at you while his tongue lapped up your juices. Moaning out “Sweets..” hoping it’d convince him to satisfy you with what you wanted.
“You taste so good baby, I can’t get enough…”
All you could do was throw your head back and grip his hair a little tighter grinding yourself onto his freshly trimmed face harder.
“My little honeypot.. all sticky, and sweet”
Moaning out “Sweets!” once again as he sucked on your clit hard, hallowing out his cheeks. One of his hands letting go of your hips and reaching up to grope your tits. He only answered, teasing.
“Sweetness, my sweetness..”
“Oh so sweet,”
You only felt yourself get closer to the edge, you were on high from him talking and moaning on your folds. The feeling of your body betraying you as the hunk of man you got to call yours pleasured you.
That’s when you felt his big hands go up the side of your hips and wrap around your thighs as he latched himself onto your swollen, puffy nub eager to get you to finish. Alternating between sucking hard and flicking his tongue.
Your eyes squeezed shut and mouth spread wide open, chest rising up and down as your legs shook. Justin couldn’t help but look over her tummy and mounds to admire his Sweetness looking as beautiful as ever.
Licking her clean and smashing a kiss to the inside of each thigh. Taking them into his hands, dropping them from his shoulders and placing them gently onto the bed. He made his way up kissing your body, when he got to your lips, placed a passionate but harsh kiss, bringing you back to reality. All you wanted to do was stay there, in his arms. Wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders, kissing him back as you came down from your high. His hands moving to caress your jaw and hip. All you wanted to do was sit him down and satisfy him the way he just did to you.
Reaching to pull his shorts down he couldn’t help but pull away and hiss because of his growing erection. Grabbing your hands kissing each one as he moved to kiss your forehead he pushed you to lay down with him so you both could get some rest for what would come later.
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sukunasteeth · 26 days
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Sukuna has never said no to you.
It didn’t matter what the request was, simple or complicated, easy to fix or a days-long job, Sukuna was always at your side, completing the task as fast as he needed to to keep you satisfied. He would love to deny it, you’re sure, but evidence proves time and time again that he puts your needs and wants at the top of his priority list. 
And you were curious how far you could go with it.
The two of you are sitting in your underwear at the breakfast nook, warming yourselves in the bay window while the morning sun starts on the leftover night time chill. It wasn't quite time for breakfast, still too early for the both of you. In the meantime, you sip on your morning brews, preserving the comfortable silence. Sukuna is flipping through the day's newspaper, his eyes are groggy with sleep and he hasn't said more than a handful of words to you yet. He wasn't a morning person.
You were starting to change that.
"Kuna," You call to him, nudging him with your foot from your corner of the window bench.
"Hmm?" He doesn't look up from the paper, but his hand reaches down and grabs your foot, pulling it into his lap. His thumbs start to subconsciously knead at your muscles.
"I want these." You hold up your phone, which you had previously been scrolling through in an attempt to find something ridiculous for this exact moment. You were sure you had found it, something even Sukuna would find unnecessary. 
And yet, he merely glances at your screen, takes in the sight for all of two seconds, and then returns his attention to whatever news article he was in the middle of.
"My wallet's on the counter." He clears the sleep from his throat not sparing a second look. 
You blink at him in surprise.
"D-Did you even see what it is?" You flip your phone around to make sure you were displaying the correct thing. 
Sukuna is frowning before he looks up again, curious at your persistence. He gently cups your hand, bringing it only a minuscule amount closer to examine your screen a second time. 
You were on one of the most luxurious brand’s websites, showing him an incredibly regular pair of panties, no straps, no details, all black- with one of the most outrageous price tags you had ever seen for something so ordinary. 
Sukuna cocks a brow at you over your phone, "Can't imagine you need more panties when you're constantly stealing my boxers. But whatever, hand it over. I know my card number-"
"Kuna," You interrupt him with a surprised laugh, holding fast to your phone when he tries to pluck it out of your hands, "they're a thousand dollars."
He glances back, his eyes focusing lower on the screen where you know the price tag to be. The newspaper in his hands drops down, momentarily forgotten by what he sees. For a moment, you think you've found his limit.
"Wait, are those red one's assless?" He points just below the price, where the recommended products are depicted. "Get those too."
You drop the phone down so that he meets your eyes, which are wide with shock.
Sukuna always took care of you. Always insisted on being the provider of any single thing that you may need; a warm meal, a soft bed, anything your eyes twinkled at that was available for purchase- even if you would never think of buying or owning it. Granted, you never wanted much in terms of material possessions, so you didn't realize the true extent of Sukuna's leniency until now.
It was slightly intimidating, and part of it felt wrong. Sukuna had money, plenty of it, but that didn’t mean he should feel the need to spend copious amounts of it on you just because you could ask him to. He was giving you too much power, it felt like.
You huff through your nose, frowning at him, which only has him tilting his head further to the side in question.
You ignore it, setting your phone onto the window seat and crawling your way closer to him, until you can gather up his face in your hands and lock his gaze into yours.
He glares at you past smushed cheeks, but doesn't make a move to break free of your hold, humoring you. "The hell are you doing-"
"You know you don't always have to say yes to me?"
Now that has him taken aback. His mouth automatically opens for a witty response, but your question seems to have effectively taken the words from his mouth. You can see the cogs in his head turning, and what you wouldn't give to peer inside his mind and hear his thoughts.
It takes him a moment, but eventually that familiar confident smile stretches across his sleepy face. His hands seem to instinctively slide their way up your bare legs until his fingers grip your hip bones, pressing into you. 
He hums, "When have you ever said no to me?"
You scoff, ready to give him a prime example, but end up coming up short. The two of you loved to tease each other with disobedience, but in the end you were eager to give Sukuna anything his heart desired. You loved to please him, it was one of your favorite things to do, in fact.
"You never ask anything ridiculous of me." You remind him, smiling as one of his warm hands slides back down your waist and dips into the pair of his boxers you were sporting that day. 
"You know what's ridiculous?” His voice wraps around your throat, and suddenly has you swallowing past the delicious grip. You're folding into him before you even realize it, at the mercy of his calloused hands. "The implication that I wouldn't do just about anything for you."
You can't help but sigh hopelessly, although it comes out as a desperate noise that pleads him for more. You really were all his, just like he loved to tell you.
"Now hand me your phone." It's a whisper, coaxing you. "I wanna see you in red."
You can’t say no. 
At least it was mutual.
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gildedoak · 1 month
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Sweet Tea: the staple of nearly every Southern household.
I think this is about to be a WHOLE DANG THING. I blame this brainworm on @notherpuppet and her Bread Pudding comic. Got me all nostalgic for foods from when I was a kid at my grandparents' house.
We all know Al loves jambalaya, so I'm focusing on some other dishes!
SOUTHERN COMFORT FOOD SERIES Chicken and Waffles Sweet Tea Peach Cobbler Hushpuppies Crab/Crawfish Boil Gumbo (plus character notes!) Beignets Fried Catfish Shrimp and Grits Cornbread Pecan Pie Biscuits and Gravy
Medium: Copic markers, gel pens, colored pencil
Image Description below the cut!
[IMAGE DESCRIPTION: a 6-panel Radioapple comic
Panel 1: Lucifer crouches by the kitchen counter, watching Alastor serve up a glass of amber liquid out of a large glass beverage dispenser. Lucifer: Whatcha makin'? Alastor: It's sweet tea.
Panel 2: Lucifer frowns, standing up straighter. L: But you don't like sweets. (aside: Sus...) A: (offers Lucifer the glass) Correct. This is for the hotel lobby. Taste test this for me?
Panel 3: Lucifer downs the whole glass in one go without hesitating. "Bottoms up!" reads the background with little cartoon stars.
Panel 4: Lucifer freezes, his brain buffering. A: Does it need more sugar?
Panel 5: Lucifer looks up at him, serious as can be, with little pink bubbles and golden Satanic-cross sparkles floating around him. L: Marry me. A: (recoils, hissing) NO.
Panel 6: End! (there's a small sketch of a full glass of sweet tea with a straw.)
END DESCRIPTION]
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milf-murdock · 7 days
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Simon muttering "what have you done to me?" when he realizes he’s in love with you.
Maybe it's the first time he catches himself draping a blanket over your form after you accidentally fall asleep on his lap.
Maybe it’s the first time he finds himself hurrying home after a mission because he just can’t wait to see your face.
Or maybe it’s the first time he catches himself eyeing a beautiful bouquet of flowers in the shops. “Ten fucking quid for flowers? Are they mental?” He sets them down with a huff and walks away to finish his shopping…only to begrudgingly grab them anyways on his way to the till.
He knows they will make you smile—that bright beautiful smile you seem to reserve just for him.
And as he sets the soft pink bundle on the checkout counter he can’t help but mutter aloud, “what have you done to me?”
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strawberryrnilk · 6 days
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can u imagine riding Simon and he tells you a shitty joke because he likes seeing you smile and you’re all giggly like
“Don’t make me laugh with your dick in me”
but you actually do love it when he smiles and gets a lil silly too. You throw a couple of bad jokes at him but he has a full arsenal of bad jokes so you’re out matched but it’s okay, you two just enjoy the sweet, tender moment together 🩷
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sweetnothingtm · 3 months
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simon riley who’s obsessed with a camgirl.
simon riley who has his card memorized so he can endlessly tip you with little messages of praise.
good girl. what a good dirty whore. that’s it, smile for daddy. finished so soon? i won’t ask twice - again, princess. wish i could fuck those little plump lips. nasty little slut.
simon riley who’s your top viewer and spends thousands of dollars donating you gifts.
simon riley who jerks himself off to saved videos of you smiling sweetly as you dip your hand in between your thighs.
simon riley, who bought you special lingerie for Valentine’s Day just to see you cum over and over and over in the tight red lace.
simon riley - pussy whipped for a girl who’s never met him but who he’s destined to ruin with all his dirty little fantasies.
damn my bad I’ll stop…
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m-ayo-o · 2 months
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Toji's hand grips the back your neck when you take his dick in your mouth. You slip your lips over the big, leaky head then down his thick shaft as far as you can go-
"nhh--" you gag on him, and repeat.
You can hear him sucking his breath through his teeth and his hand is starting to squeeze you tighter.
And that's when you hear him pant out his instructions-
"Slower... fuck, slow down baby-"
You're surprised to say the least, but you obey and look up at him to see a blush over his cheeks. The look on his face makes you moan and he has to bite his lip to maintain any semblance of composure.
But you're too good.
His head tips back and he releases his lip with a symphony of hot, breathy moans, your name mixed in between, and you realise...
You have made a mess of Toji Fushiguro.
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songthursh · 8 months
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Alright, I will start with this one then - everything starts with the glorious revolution and everything starts with the night watch 🌸
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sunsetsimon · 2 months
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more random simon headcanons <3
☼ his favorite colors are black, blue, and grey. his personal style is very plain, black hoodies, white tee's, and black sweatpants are his go to. simon doesn't want to stand out any more than he already does with his large frame, so he opts for comfort over style.
☼ simon is very helpful around the house, constantly tidying up and fixing anything with a problem. he has no issue doing the dishes or folding the laundry, but for some reason he hates sweeping and mopping? you don't get it, it's not an intense or demanding chore, but simon claims that "it's too boring" and he'd rather trade something else with you. it becomes an agreement for him to do most things in the room, and then you come in after to finish with a quick sweep and mop.
☼ he's extremely low maintenance. he always buys the cheapest products he sees, opting for a basic body wash and 2 in 1 shampoo/conditioner. when you first started dating, he didn't even own a proper face wash, using the bar of soap from his shower. simon isn't the type to have a whole routine, but he does pay more attention to the things he purchases so he can impress you with a new scented body wash or a moisturizer you'd mentioned.
one of his favorite gifts to ever receive from you is a bottle of cologne, loving the way you're drawn to him every time he gives himself a spritz. now every christmas he asks you to get him a new one that you'd like him to wear!
☼ cannot handle spice for the life of him. we all know that foods in the UK are usually seasoned with just salt and pepper, and not commonly spicy, so he's sensitive to it. something you may consider mild will have him breaking into a sweat and chugging down a bottle of water to ease some of the burn. his cheeks get flushed red and he just shakes his head in pain, reminding himself to never trust you when you say "oh it's not that spicy!" ever again.
☼ he has the lowest screen time, averaging about 20-30 minutes a day, and that time is spent either texting/calling you, taking photos of you, looking through photos of you, or making lists for you. the only extra app he has downloaded is goodreads, and even then you were the one that downloaded it and created his account. his passcode is set as your birthday too of course.
he's a little obsessed.
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xxsabitoxx · 3 months
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Yuta is sick of you getting injured, so he decides to take matters into his own hands…
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Yuta, fucking you with the intent of getting you pregnant so you have to stop being a sorcerer for a long while. All because he can’t stand to see you keep getting injured because of your strenuous curse technique.
Yuta who has you nearly bent in half, hands gripping the back of your knees with such ferocity that you’re sure there will be nail indents left behind.
Yuta who has your knees nearly touching your chest, his full body weight on top of you as his hips piston in and out of your sopping cunt.
Yuta who is babbling nearly incoherently about how this will keep you safe, that you’ll be such a good mommy, that you’ll never have to worry about getting injured ever again.
Yuta, who only whimpers in return when you babble the same sort of nonsense, begging him to make you a mommy.
Yuta, who’s coming inside of you in record time, not daring to pull out after and not even thinking about setting your legs down. Mumbling about how he needs to make sure all of it stays inside.
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suguru-getos · 2 months
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Imagine you have a four year old daughter with Suguru and she hears her dad yelling/angrily talking to someone in the cult/whatever. Something which just pissed Suguru off.
She breaks a vase and you rushed to her, “Oops- sorry mommy, I- broke it. Didn’t mean to..” your daughter has Suguru’s hair falling on her face as she pouts. You of course kneel down and smile, nodding gently. “It’s okay sweetie, I’ll tell Daddy and he’ll fix it.”
The facial expressions on your daughter’s face change a little, pouting and almost quivering as she hugs you. “Mommy please don’t tell Daddy I’ll never do it again.”
Now you have NOT a single clue why her favorite person in the world is someone she’s getting scared of. “Why baby?”
“Cus Daddy’s gonna get mad-” Suguru has never once been mad at her, or you in front of her, despite the arguments you might have.
That was the day Suguru stopped talking on the phone with anyone who can piss him off 😭
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itsjustjackie55 · 3 months
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Can I request one where you go to pre season practice with Justin. While you’re watching him play, you get all flustered and turned on seeing him in his element and wearing his uniform. He starts to notice and once your back home things turn spicy 🌶️ lots of fluff and smut please ☺️
Practice and Perfection| Justin Herbert X Reader
Warning: Smut!!! Minors do not interact!! (18+)
A/N: Hi anon! Im sorry this took forever I just started school this week, and my room flooded with all this rain in Cali. I hope you enjoy and I’m sorry if it’s not the best or what you wanted.
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Waking up early in sunny California is beautiful but truly not for everyone. For some like your boyfriend who had gotten into a steady routine, you bugged for him to let you tag along to see him in action.
You loved watching him on the field during games, it wouldn’t be that different seeing him on the practice field. As you got closer to the field and waited on all the players you sat scrolling on your phone. Hearing a few conversations of the players coming out the locker room, you knew the guys were about to start.
After a while of scrolling on your phone, sitting in whatever shade possible. You decide to look up and capture your man at the perfect time. Mid throw with his helmet off you couldn’t help but stare him down.
Looking him up and down. Seeing every vein in his big hands and his muscular arms. Watching all the sweat being sucked into his uniform. You couldn’t help but ogle his body and squirm to shake what you were feeling off.
Eyeing him more and more didn’t help you. You just kept imagining him shirtless, like if he was at home during your intimate time together.
As he ran off the field to switch with another quarterback he found you in the stands looking at him. He turned his head waving to you as he seen your face and smiled brightly.
Oh that man and his stupid smile made you gush. You felt almost ashamed to have thought of your boyfriend as the sex god he was. Especially when his face doubled as the adorable squish you liked to grab onto and squeeze.
When he noticed you still staring off into space after he waved to you. He noticed you weren’t staring at something random it was him you were staring at. He seen the heavy amount of blush and decided he’d take an earlier break and come check on you.
As you noticed him walking towards you all you felt was butterflies. His long legs bringing himself to you at a faster pace most people walk. Trying to gather yourself quickly, he couldn’t help but smile when he stood over you. Holding a hand up to block the sun from you so he could see your face more clearly.
God you loved the height difference. Him being this close and sweet made you want to climb him and never get down. Lost in your thoughts Justin shook you out of it asking,
“You okay Sweetness? You’re really red.”
Feeling caught you made it a point to bring up the heat and lack of shade where you were,
“It’s just really hot and there’s not much shade right here. Speaking of that you need some more sunblock Sweets, especially on your neck”
You felt relieved when Justin just looked around for your purse and told you to grab your things and move somewhere better.
Just when you were getting situated, you hadn’t noticed that Justin ran off to get some cold water for you to drink and cool off.
Thanking him and leaning in to peck his lips you couldn’t help but place your hands on his shoulders feeling the heat and stickiness of the sweat on his uniform.
God he looked and felt good. From his greasy hair, chubby cheeks, and the veins and muscles showing through his uniform you couldn’t help but give in and look deep into his eyes hoping he’d see the way you felt without having to tell him.
Looking down at your big needy eyes it was like he could feel your wetness and sensed your need. He felt bad work got in the way of taking care of his girl. He loved you and wanted to help get rid of that issue right of way. The way you smelt, the way you looked right now, completely clouded his mind and wore off the second they called him back on the field.
Looking over to see who called him, then turning back down to look at you he moved his hand to caress your jaw and stroke your cheek with his thumb.
“Later sweetheart, I know what you want, I’ll take care of it when I’m done. Just be patient.”
Gosh that man had you swooning and feeling messier by the second. You needed him bad. Feeling like time moved slower since he checked on you, you couldn’t help but grow moody. The heat not helping you one bit.
Once all the coaches drew the players in, you felt relieved and eager to see your man.
Once he was free he trotted right up to you big smile on his face. With his gear in one hand, he wrapped his arms around you lifting you slightly to kiss you and rock you side to side.
“ I need you bad baby,” you whispered. Liking your tone and reminder all Justin could say was,
“I think I can fix that, come on.”
Leading you to a private room with all the extra equipment Justin also felt as eager to please you. He loved being there in any way you needed him.
Lifting your dress up as he squeezed thighs and ass, you started to unhook his tight pants desperate for anything.
As he pushed you to a near by table lifting you up he grabbed you chin to press a kiss to your lips while moving your panties to the side. As you slowly pushed his pants and compression shorts down, you two continued making out while he circled your soaked folds with his skilled fingers.
Moaning into each others mouths, you began pumping him while he stood between your legs.
Finally growing tired of your hand he stepped as close as he could inserting himself into you. Groaning at your tightness he had to stay still to let you adjust. After all it was you who gave the word not him.
Growing impatient, you whined telling him to move. Doing as you told you couldn’t do the slow pace he needed to work through for himself. As he tried his best to meet your demands and his needs. He sped up a little bit in hopes to get you to be a little more quiet.
When he felt stronger to please you he started speeding up and pushing himself deeper, all while squeezing your hips and thighs.
Not caring if anyone heard you, you continued moaning and crying out even loader, throwing your head back. Justin lowering his head to kiss and suck at your neck he felt himself twitching inside you, emptying his sweet filling. As he got into a sloppier pace, you couldn’t help but feel so full growing closer. Clenching harder around him.
Hearing your moans grow loader and closer together, feeling just a little bit guilty for coming before you, he pounded you with the best amount of force that got you to come around him harder than ever before.
Kissing each other and taking deep breaths he stepped back admiring your pussy leaking with his load. He loved seeing your frizzy hair, naturally blushed cheeks, and your sleepy, fucked out appearance.
He looked around and seen a few fresh towels to clean you off.
Tucking himself into his pants and helping you make yourself look presentable, he kissed you once again before you two left the room. You were happily pleased with your man. And him high from your time together.
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nerdpoe · 5 months
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Lucius Fox is in the drive thru for some coffee, and like. He's just. He's had a time, okay?
He's stuck on some equations in regard to the amount of torsion a joint would go through if it's half in his dimension and half in another, and it's driving him up a wall.
He's been up for like forty-eight hours, he's tired, he's thirsty, he just wants a coffee, and also how to solve this dilemma.
He doesn't expect the barista in the drive-thru he's ranting about the engineering issues to actually provide decent feedback, and give him a few alternatives.
So he rushes to the pick-up window, not even caring to order, to look at this godsend of a barista.
It's a scrawny kid with black hair and blue eyes, looking startled. Boy can't be more than eighteen.
He asks what college the kid is going to, or plans to go to.
To his absolute horror, the kid-Danny, according to the nametag-says he can't afford college. That he'd had a stint in highschool where he just hadn't been able to focus, and his parents had spent every penny they had on their own inventions.
So that was why he was a barista; because if he worked there for four years, they would offer tuition assistance.
Which.
No. No no no no no.
Lucius pulls around to march into the store, Bruce Motherfucking Wayne already blearily on his phone.
He is getting this kid, and any friend of his, into college.
If Bruce won't foot the bill, he will.
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beamergirll11 · 10 months
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Imagine Konig and Ghost having sex with you, Konig is nervous and Ghost is barking instructions.
NSFW USE HEADPHONES
Full Audio
Credit:Badjhur
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thefabledpheasant · 4 months
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One of my favorite merthur scenes is Merlin’s “I didn’t want you to feel that you were alone” and it’s so beautiful for so many reasons, but what I don’t see ever mentioned is the moments right after Arthur opens the doors. Merlin doesn’t look at Arthur or give any indication he’s awake until he says Merlin’s name.
I think it’s so special because he’s giving Arthur the choice of what he wants to do. He can leave Merlin there and be alone or he can ‘wake him up’ and have a friend. He knows Arthur might not want to engage with anyone after an entire night spent with his deceased father. It’s a beautiful, understated act of consideration, love, and empathy.
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yuwuta · 4 months
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satoru physically withers and crumbles every time you return his belongings. he doesn’t know how to tell you that he can only accidentally on purpose leave his glasses on your nightstand, or his jacket on your couch, or his shirt in your laundry so many times before he loses his mind. every time you don’t take he bait, he folds into himself and wonders why you don’t love him anymore and it costs him $22.50 to hear ieiri tell him to suck it up and use his words because he literally has to buy her company (and drinks).
but when you do take the bait, when you do wear his things, satoru thinks it’s all worth it. he can’t explain why it does what it does to him. it’s a sinister kind of possession he wants to have over you, knowing you’re your own person, free to do as you please, but also knowing you’re caged in him. it’s a lovesick kind of gooeyness that melts his heart seeing you fumble with the sleeves of a sweater that’s too long for you. it’s the vision of you seeing you drowning in him—in his clothes, in his things, in him, in him, in him. he’s selfish, he wants to consume you in as many ways as possible, wants you to drown in him, would die happily knowing you were one tenth as enraptured by him as he is with you. he doesn’t know how or why or when you gained so much power over him, but he doesn’t care, he doesn’t want you to ever stop, so if he has to keep pretending to leave his clothes and bags and glasses around then so be it.
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