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bunnywrites1414 · 8 months

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"Why did you invite me if you weren't gonna pay attention to me?"

Kinktober 2nd, 2023: What kind of jerk invites someone over and then sits on a computer game for 2 hours? Suna that's who.

Warnings: Vouyarism, reader shows off over VC.

"Why did you invite me if you weren't going to pay attention to me?" (Y/N) grumbles from her comfy spot on Suna's bed. "I'm gonna pay attention to you, we're on a winning streak, can't stop yet," He says not taking his eyes off of his setup "No not you, fuckin stupid" he yells into his mic, probably at Atsumu. He listens to her sigh, then his bed sheets rustle, and then a heavy thump next to him.

She watches his expression shift from one of concentration to a sneaky smirk. "Not gonna work princess," he says. More shuffling. He sees her walk up to his chair, pretty legs now bare of his sweat pants. She yanks gently on his sleeve and whines "Wanna sit with you" she says. "Just a second Angel" he murmurs. About 2 minutes later the 'Victory' screen appears across the screen and Suna pushes back away from his desk to lets (Y/N) slip into his lap. She straddles his hips and tucks her face into his neck. "Hi, pretty baby" he mumbles rubbing her back under her sweatshirt and running his hands along her bare thighs. She can hear Atsumu and Bokuto fake gag through the headphones and she giggles into his throat. "That was so cute." a voice she doesn't recognize. She plants little kisses down his jaw.

"Princess the camera's on" his voice is gentle. He can hear her eyes roll and the "course it is" she mumbles is enough to make him chuckle into her hair. "Wave to the boys" He murmurs and she turns to wave shyly at his webcam. She watches Kurro, Atusumu, Bokuto, and some other blonde wave back at her. "Who's 'at?" she asks Suna pointing to the unknown face. "His name is Kei, a friend of Bo and Kurro" he answers and Kei's face scrunches "They are NOT my friends, I tolerate them at best," she hears him complain through the headphones. There are complaining whines from Bokuto and Kurro.

"Flip around baby" Suna mumbles against her shoulder sliding away from the desk. She stands and inches herself back onto his lap, folding her legs up under herself. Suna's arms wrap around her waist and his fingers return to the keyboard and mouse. She watches the screen flip from the lobby to the entry skit and the 4 others focus on a different screen. Suna feels her shift back and lean against him. "Sit still Brat" that voice isn't Suna. Her eyes flick back to the screen with his friends and Kurro wears a telling smirk.

"You're not the boss 'a me Rooster boy" she snaps back at him glaring into the camera. Suna's hand cracks against her thigh and she cries out, folding herself in half. "ow Daddy" she whines into the space under his desk. "Behave yourself," his voice is calm and smooth. "Daddy's so mean to you huh sweet girl?" Atsumu purrs through the mic and Suna's signature smirk plasters his face. She slumps back and grumbles to herself arms hugging her waist. "Don't pout honey you did it to yourself" Suna says and her eyes narrow again.

The conversation switches to the game and stays that way for two or three more rounds. Their winning streak persists and (Y/N)'s mood sours. "Pup's gettin' real grumpy there Suna," Bokuto says smirking at the camera. "Told 'er I'd get off as soon as we lose" he returns to his friend and a series of condescending whines drift through the headphones "Poor thing" "He's so mean to you" "Sweet thing" The blush that spreads across her face is visible even on camera. "Boys you spoil her" Suna laughs and she pouts covering her face.

"No..." Kei's voice is almost sweet enough to be genuine "... she needs more attention, she's been squirming since she sat down. Just want Daddy to touch you huh sweets? Gettin' needy sittin' all by yourself?" Suna watches her eyes blow at being caught. "Wow Tsuki you read her almost as well as I do" Suna muses and there's a series of taunts flooding the VC again.

Suna flips the mic on his headset off, "Shift for me princess. Got a few more games in me, but you can get started without me, right baby?" Suna purrs it, he's showing off to his friends, "w-with the camera on?" she asks turning to look at him. "You like the attention, I know you do. I can turn it off if you want" Suna says and the smirk falls from his face, a check-in. "It's alright Daddy," she says and smiles a little. "Atta girl," his smirk returns "get to it." She watches the mute button disappear again and voices flood the headphones again.

(Y/N) shifts and settles herself over Suna's left thigh. The boys through the computer catch her slight movement and all eye shift to her. They watch her hips start to move and her face shifts from concentration to bliss. "is she...?" one of the boys trails off. "She is." Suna confirms as the game continues. (Y/N) starts to whimper and whine against her sleeve, she hears the victory tune start and then feels the eyes shift back to her. "Jesus she's a vision..." (Y/N) is far enough away she can't hear the boys anymore, but she can hear Suna talking back to them. "I know she is, You should hear her, my princess makes the prettiest noises. " she keens and whimpers at the praise. "Daddy, want them off" she whines pulling at the waistband of her panties. "Not yet Princess," his hands pull hers to rest on her back, one hand pinning them together, the other pulling off his headset and slipping it over her ears.

"Give 'em a show baby," Suna purrs against her shoulder sitting back and watching her move. The other end of the call is silent for a minute, (Y/N) lifts her eyes to look at the screen full of Suna's friends, she watches the screen full of lust-blown eyes and expecting smirks. "Go on pretty, you heard Daddy, give us a show" Bokuto's voice is lower than she's ever heard it, his face clear of the golden retriever-esqe man that she knows, and is full of a predatory attitude she's never seen from him. When her hips start to move a loud moan falls from her lips and her head falls forward so she doesn't see the series of shifts from the camera. Suna doesn't miss most of the boys reaching down to adjust their hardening cocks. He also doesn't miss Bokuto not reaching for himself, keeping his eyes on her, his head resting on his hands.

Her whimpers and whines sound like a symphony and Kurro, Kei, and Atsumu are all willing and happy concertgoers. But Bokuto is an art connoisseur, he's not just listening, he's feeling, analyzing every note, and trying to put himself in her shoes. "Gonna talk to her Kotarou? or keep starin'?" Suna's taunting him. Bo's face changes, from concentration to a wolfish grin. "Hear him puppy?" bo growls "he wants me to talk to you. Tell you how hard you make me and how pretty you sound when your feeling good." Bokuto sits back manspreading and bringing his hands to the desk. "I heard Bo" (Y/N) whines back at him before she whines at Suna's hands ghosting over her thighs. "You know how pretty you look? How hard you're makin' me? Makin' all the boys?"

Soft pleads of 'daddy' fall from her lips for about 5 seconds before the second crack to her thigh makes her hips come off his thigh and a screech rip from her throat. "I'm not the one talking to you Princess. It's rude not to answer people when they're talking to you." He growls against her throat. "I'm s-sorry Bo. T-thank you" (Y/N)'s voice is shaky. "You gettin' close pup? gonna cum all over Daddy for me?" Bo can see how far gone she is, subspace coating her face and words. "I-I" her hips stop "Can I?" she looks back at her boyfriend, eyes shining, "You're not cumming for me this time sweetie. Ask Kotarou." he's nicer this time. (Y/N)'s head turns back to Bo and her voice is dripping with honey "Please Bo? I'm so close, it feels so good, my tummy aches Bo please" Kotarou's head tips back, and a loud groan rolls off his tongue. "No not yet pretty, don't want this to be over just yet" Bokuto watches Suna's eyebrows rise in surprise "But B-Bo..." another slap to her thigh "don't whine at him" (Y/N) whimpers and tears brim in her eyes. "Oh baby" Kotarou again, "I know it's hard pretty but I think you can do it" Suna starts moving her hips again, keeping her pressed hard to the muscle of his thighs. The moans she lets out are feral. (Y/N)'s eyes fly to the screen to watch Bokuto. His hands don't move from the desk, his eyes stay steady on her.

For the first time since Kotarou took over, someone else speaks. "Your daddy's a lucky man" Atsumu's voice is rough and you can tell he's already finished from the cigarette poking out of his mouth. "Thank you 'tsumu" her voice is small and it makes Suna's cock jump behind her. "Keep talking 'tsumu, looks like Bo's about done" Kurro teased, but it spurs something in Kotarou. "You still right there Pup? Nice and close for me right?" he asks and leans forward, (Y/N)'s head nods frantically and the moans don't stop. "Beg me for it." her head shoots up and she looks at the camera and she starts, begging and whining for it, hips moving frantically on their own. "That's it puppy, get right on the edge for me"

"Please Kotarou, I can't hold it, please!" her voice is getting whiny and Suna watches when he decides to give it to her. "Give it to me Pup. Make a mess of Daddy's sweats for me" Bokuto doesn't blink when she listens, waves of pleasure forcing her spend out of her, she soaks Suna's thigh and her hips continue to twitch for another 45 seconds.

About 2 minutes after she finishes, another swat to her thigh brings the whole chat back to attention, Suna pulls her up to sit back against him. "What do you say when someone gives you something Princess." His voice is soft, it's a reminder, not a punishment. "Thank you Tarou" (Y/N)'s voice is soft and it makes the whole chat gush. "Now what do you say Kotaro?" Kurro teases again, and just like that Bokuto is back. "You're Welcome puppy."

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chickenparm · 1 year

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Bad Decision (Dan Heng/f!Reader) - Part 2

if you read the gender-neutral part one, please note the addition of female bits for this part. they're mentioned by name only once, but otherwise there's not a lot of description for what's going on down there. this is part 2 of 2.

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Dan Heng/f!Reader 3,308 Words - NSFW (P in V, grinding, mentions of previous phone sex, FEELINGS)

Despite Dan Heng’s insistence, Himeko and Welt are far too akin to mother hens to ever let you slip onto the ship and not report everything that happened on the planet below.

Shifting from foot to foot, you listen to the two of them go around and round with March before the conversation finally winds down to a point that you can feasibly say, “Dan Heng asked me to stop by so we could update the Archives for the Express together. I should probably go do that before I forget anything important.”

“That’s probably for the best. You’ve had a long week; make sure you get some rest.” Welt turns to speak with Himeko a little quieter, but his eyes follow you as you leave the parlor car a little too quickly. There’s something to be said about his perceptiveness, but you can’t be bothered with it when you know Dan Heng is waiting for you.

The text that buzzed in your pocket in the middle of your conversation told you so. A quick glance in the middle of one of March’s tirades revealed it was only three periods; a reminder of his existence. Like you could ever forget, especially after what happened the night prior. Your hands are still shaking.

There’s no point in knocking. He knows you’re here, you know that he knows, and you’re far too impatient to look him in the eye and see if your imagination from last night was as good as you suspect it was. The door slides open, then closed, and you lock it for good measure.

Dan Heng sits at his chair, slouched with his phone in his hands. A quick glance at the screen reveals he’d been simply staring at the open conversation window between the two of you. On your entry, he drops the phone to the desk and grips the arm rests to push himself upright, looking over his shoulder.

Once he realizes it’s you, he lets out a breath and loses a bit of that stiffness. Jerking off on the phone with someone tends to make you a little more comfortable around them, it seems.

“How was your trip?”

“You and I both know we couldn’t give a shit about that.” You say bluntly, crossing the room. Dan Heng wanted you here, wanted you to listen, and then demanded you come to him. He made promises about what he’d do with you when you got here, and now that you’re in front of him, he’s stalling with pleasantries?

On any other day, you’d have basked in the opportunity to speak with him in any way possible. This time, there’s something new on the table; an irresistible offer that you’ve been pining over since you woke up with his face less than an inch from your own back on the space station. Now he’s looking at you, one elbow slung over the back of his chair, all but inviting you to make the next step.

It’s five steps across the room, two steps up on the raised platform, and only a half-step to finish crossing the distance. Seven-and-a-half steps for you to stop short and lose your nerve.

Dan Heng, with all his perception, picks up on your faltering almost as soon as you do. The chair squeals across the plexiglass flooring as he gets to his feet, nudging it out of the way so he can finish what the two of you started.

Like a meteor, he crashes into you with grasping hands and lips that feel impossibly smooth compared to your bitten ones. The tips of his fingers dig into your upper arms, almost as if he expects you’ll try to run. Even if you wanted to, there’s no escaping the way his hands only loosen enough to wind around you and crush you against his chest.

Against his lips, you murmur his name, but it’s muffled and completely disregarded. In fact, nothing seems to matter to him besides turning the two of you, then deftly winding a leg around yours as he shifts his weight and tips you backward.

The mattress on his floor is as hard as it seems at first glance. His hand at the back of your head and the arm around your waist keeps you from hitting it any harder than you have to, but it still takes your breath away. Dan Heng gives it back to you as he meets your lips again, something desperate crawling out of him now that the first of what seems to be many steps has been taken.

Dan Heng settles himself between your parted legs, your knees bracketing his hips as he kneels over you. From beneath, the pulsating blue light of the flooring casts his skin into something ethereal, otherworldly and barely conceivable. He pulls back, braced on his hands as he stares down at you in a single moment of quiet contemplation.

“Still with me?” The words breeze across your cheeks as he speaks them, rolling across your skin and nearly evaporating before you have the chance to comprehend them. The answer is almost no, for the simple fact that you weren’t yourself for the span of time between him kissing you and him bringing the two of you to his spartan bed.

But then you find enough of your faculties to breathe, to kick-start your thoughts and really take stock of the burning of desire in your gut. “Not going anywhere until you kick me out.”

“The others will start to get suspicious.” He leans in again, nosing along your cheek until he gets to your ear. As if he were telling some grave secret, Dan Heng warns, “We could just let them know we’re together, now. That’s simple enough.”

“Are we?” You respond, eyelashes brushing your cheeks as you close your eyes at the sensation. Every little exhale he makes is against the shell of your ear, and you almost think it’s simply his breath that’s caressing the shape until you hear the rustling of his movements. His fingers sweep along the arch before the featherlight touch of his knuckles drags down, down, down along the tendon of your neck.

It’s not a denial that comes from you, just a simple question of where he thinks the two of you stand. You’ll go with it regardless; Dan Heng hasn’t led you wrong before, and you’re not about to start doubting him now, when you’re most vulnerable. His laughter is a rare treat, and even now as it curls beneath his breath, it feels like the presence of something incredibly priceless.

“We are.” Dan Heng answers with ease and simplicity, like he’s so assured of all this. Like he hadn't panicked for a moment before you hung up on him the first time last night. Somewhere along the way, he’d pieced things together and sharpened his confidence into a blade that teases along your skin between the knuckles of his fingers, now.

And that’s enough of an answer for you. With him, there are very few hidden meanings to his words. Now wouldn’t be the time to start; you’re meant to take his answer at face value. Turning your head, you ghost your lips along his cheek in a silent acceptance. What happens now is up to him, but the way his shifts to press his hips against yours makes it obvious enough that the two of you are on the same page, here.

There are a thousand, thousand things that he could do with you, now that he’s got his hands on you. You have no idea, he’d said over the phone, a lingering promise to show you if you’d let him. But the choice he makes is the simplest, the most easy at this point in time. With a slow grind of his hips, he presses against you and his moan shudders against your ear, so akin to how he’d sounded over the phone.

Unfiltered, shot directly into your veins with the threat of addiction, Dan Heng repeats the same sounds he made for you over the phone, each accompanied by a roll of his body against yours. Each sigh, each moan, matched perfectly with the tone you remember vividly despite the slight static that accompanied it.

Like he’d been practicing, like he planned this. Digging your nails into his shoulders, beneath the fabric of his jacket but above his shirt, you needle at him for answers that you’ll gladly match with your own if he asked. “How many times did you get off while thinking of me?”

“Too many.” A single laugh leaves him, tinged with cynicism, as if he’s in disbelief of himself for such an answer.

Dan Heng, always so concise, hasn’t given you enough information. “For how long?”

“How many astral cycles has it been since you first boarded?” A question for a question, and while you were willing to answer them all, this one is a little obvious. Dan Heng keeps his cheek pressed to yours, the faint dusting of his eyelashes against your temple as they flutter with each of his movements. “I wish March hadn’t been there when I found you.”

At first, you don’t know what he’s talking about. What difference would it have made if she wasn’t there?

But then the memory of his face so close to yours, not unlike how it is now as he pulls back to gauge your reaction through half-lidded eyes. Of March’s hand planting on his cheek to push him away and cheer about your newfound consciousness. The faint murmurs about CPR, the flash of his scent in your nose as the first real intrusion on your senses upon waking up.

Whether it’s his idea of a joke or not, you still let out a quiet laugh and tug him back in for a kiss. A do-over for what he seems to think he was denied that day, though he’s had plenty of those since you walked through that door not so long ago.

Words lose meaning when they’re murmured into each other's mouth, so you stop altogether. Only conversation through actions is what matters, and Dan Heng is particularly good at body language with how he makes it clear how badly he wants you. Fingers that once brushed against your skin gently grow greedy and seek more. Untucking clothing and pulling at zippers, revealing more and more until you’re laid bare beneath him and he can touch where he pleases.

And that seems to be everywhere. The slope of your shoulders, your collarbones, the plane of your sternum and across your stomach. As if testing the give, he squeezes at your hips and lets out a pleased little sigh at what he feels there. Against your ear, his breaths come hot and heavy, an unexpected excitement starting to color them with each shift of his hands, each rock of his clothed cock against your bare pussy.

Why he’s dragging this out, you’re not sure. It could be some sick form of delayed gratification, but you’re finding it hard to see any positives to it when your skin is starting to feel too tight and your legs itch to kick out, to press down against the thin mattress and buck up against him. Dan Heng is exploring you thoroughly, but not in the ways you want him to.

Brokenly, you groan, “Dan Heng, come on-”

“I like to savor things I know I’m going to enjoy.”

Groaning and letting your arms fall from his shoulders, splayed out to your sides, you do your absolute best to coerce him into doing anything more than grinding himself against you and squeezing at every inch of your body he can feasibly reach without separation. “It’s not going to run out. This isn’t a one-time thing.”

Pulling back, he looks at you with eyes that are crinkled in the corners just so. Amusement of any sort is a good look for him, even if it’s at your expense. “Fine, but pushing me now will only make it worse for you later.”

“Then I’ll deal with that later.”

Carefully, Dan Heng pries one of his hands from your hip, using it to work blindly at belts and sashes around his waist that you can’t be bothered to learn the layout of just yet. Eventually, after much practice, but it’s best to leave things to the expert for now. Against your lower stomach, the weight of his cock slaps wetly - he’s just as worked up as you are.

“Alright. Later, then.”

Maybe there’s a little regret in not allowing him to at least get you ready. The rounded head of his cock bumps against your entrance, his hand hooks beneath your knee to spread you wider, and you’re given only a moment to recenter before he’s sinking into you with a swift, persistent push.

And the sound he makes. Beneath his breath, rumbling, eyes fluttering shut, Dan Heng moans so prettily that you’re convinced you’re not dreaming. If only because there’s no way you could come up with a vocalization so striking on your own, no matter how good your imagination might be during lonely nights thinking of the man pushing deeper into you with each passing thought you have.

Your arms that had been flung out to your sides search for purchase, finding it around the edge of the mattress, as your knuckles ache from the pressure of your grip. Dan Heng’s cheek presses against yours again, an attempt to comfort you with actions as well as words, “Take a breath. Give it a second.”

There’s an undertone to his words, a bit of teasing that suggests you might be regretting asking him to go so quickly. But the sharpness is exquisite, mingling with the sudden feeling of being stretched full. Shakily, you bring one hand to loop under his arm, splaying across his back as if he were stable enough to keep you anchored while also being the reason you’re out-of-body.

Fingertips press between his shoulder blades, your nails dig into the glass flooring, and Dan Heng pulls back. His teeth find purchase on your neck, his fists bury in the blankets, and Dan Heng thrusts forward.

And as soon as he bottoms out, one hand slaps over your mouth to muffle the sudden yelp that leaves you, undignified and embarrassing with its pitch. His thumb hooks beneath your chin, palm over your mouth, holding you still as he repeats the motion again and again, agonizingly slowly, as if he wants to make sure you feel every inch of his cock as he fucks you.

Between leaving little marks of his teeth against your skin, he warns you, “If you’re too loud, someone’s going to come asking questions. Do you really want to explain to March why we’re in here together with the door closed?”

As if you’d bother to answer the door in the first place. Surely she’s not naive enough to misinterpret whatever sounds would come out of here while Dan Heng is very obviously preoccupied with you in particular. Matters aren’t helped when he makes a particularly sharp thrust, enough that his own breath leaves him in an appreciative exhalation.

There’s a vague sort of awareness that you look like a mess. Sweaty, rumpled, writhing beneath him as he takes his sweet time working you open around him, each push accompanied by the increasing volume of your wet arousal, his skin slapping against yours, the quiet jingle of his accessories as his clothing shifts.

It’s unfair that you’re so bare while he’s removed only enough to do what he needs. Surely the rest of his skin would be just as beautiful as what you’ve been allowed to see so far. Alabaster and smooth marble, impassive unless you knew exactly where to look.

Instinctively, you note the little space between Dan Heng��s brows where they furrow together, the twitch at his jaw where his muscles tense. This is the closest you’ve seen him to coming undone, and it’s entirely attributed to the feeling of you clenching around him, the racing thoughts in your head bringing you to places that leave you treading dangerously close to the edge.

So many questions begin to crop up in your mind as it works too hard and too fast, a direct correlation to the way his pace has picked up accordingly. With each consistent, precise impalement of his cock inside you, a new demand flickers through your mind before it’s gone again.

Incoherence muddles any ardent words you’d like to speak. Ones that ask him to go harder, faster, give you more. Bliss floods your veins as you lock your ankles behind his back and keep him close, keep him deep enough that there’s no chance you’ll go unfilled as your walls flutter, and then your entire being shatters until you’re little more than a pulse synchronized with his own stuttering pace.

Maybe he fucks you for a thousand years in one go, or perhaps it’s only a few moments longer. But it still feels like an eternity until you come down to the feeling of each and every pulse of his release hitting inside. Dan Heng positively throbs inside you, fingers digging into skin wherever he can reach to keep himself from making the very sounds he warned you against.

At the very least, you can hear the quiet whine under his breath as he exhales and shudders against you. It’s a small mercy you’re coherent enough to ferret that away, just as you did with everything else Dan Heng provided over the phone, and the encore he gave you as a treat for coming to him as swiftly as you could.

The bed does nothing to cushion the blow as he all but collapses on top of you, resting between your thighs as his lips absently trace paths on your skin with minimal movement from his head. Occasionally, he’ll attempt to leave a mark, but out of laziness or exhaustion, there’s hardly enough force behind it to provide anything lasting.

There’s time later, certainly, because you’re not going to let him get away with just the once. It’s obvious it goes both ways, with how his arms worm their way beneath you to attach himself, as if he still wasn’t buried inside you to the point of feeling his heartbeat just off-tempo from your own.

Dan Heng’s breath is damp against your neck, mingling with the traces of saliva he left in his amorous wake. With your own weak limbs, you lift your hands to the back of his head and bury your fingers between thick locks, not quite tugging but not letting him go if he wanted to.

Maybe you should say something. Solidifying whatever this was is probably a good idea, but if you focus hard enough, you can feel the slight pout of his lips as his cheek presses against your collar and he threatens to let his weariness take over.

Dealing with matters the day after seems to be the running theme with this. With that in mind, you settle back onto the hard mattress and close your eyes. Shades of blue dance along your eyelids from the glowing floor, lending a cooling effect that soothes your singed nerves and lust-burned skin.

Dan Heng isn’t one to leave things half-finished, and you know for certain that neither of you are finished here. How much is left to be done is anyone’s guess, but if it turns out to be an endless sort of project, well… You wouldn’t be so opposed.

In time with your own, his heartbeat slows, his grip grows lax, and you try not to laugh at his expense. If he was up as late as you suspect last night, then he sorely needs his rest.

Just a short one.

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dailypoetryforyou · 1 year

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cryptidtyping · 7 months

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Daddy's Kitten

Diavolo x afab!reader | 3.9k words

18+ only! Minors do NOT interact!

Written as part of @mikage-rehoe 's "Yes, Daddy" collab. Check out the other entries here!

Summary: Diavolo asks you to come to the castle to help him with something. What could it be, you wonder?

No gendered pronouns or terms are used for reader, and little to no descriptions of their body (beyond the genitals, lol). Also, Y/N is not used, Reader's name is indicated by ____. This is my first time writing smut, so please tell me what you think!

Tags/Warnings: Daddy kink, light pet play, established relationship, collaring, dom/sub dynamics, multiple rounds, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, reader gets called kitten/kitty, non-consensual voyeurism, color informed consent (Dia checks in on Reader a few times), hints of aftercare, jealous lucifer, lucifer gets no bitches, two people in love fucking sloppy-style

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I require your help, darling. Please come to the castle at your earliest convenience.

It was the weekend, so you were just lounging in your room as you scrolled on devilgram. Upon seeing your boyfriends’ text, you knew there were only a few occasions he’d require your help for-

1) He was overwhelmed with paperwork.

2) He was horny.

3) He missed you.

4) All the above

Replying that you’d be on your way soon, you roll out of bed and slip into some lacy lingerie that Diavolo had bought you recently. Overtop was a cute red dress that fell just above your knees, and a dab of perfume (both also bought courtesy of your lover). Deeming yourself ready, you grab your bag and head out the door.

“____?” Called a voice that made you grimace, not that he could see it. “You look… nice. Are you heading somewhere?”

Smoothing your expression before turning around, you reply neutrally. “Yes. Dia has invited me over.”

“I see.” Lucifer’s voice is a bit clipped at your response. The two of you had had a series of arguments over the last several weeks, ranging from ‘sub-par’ grades (you’d slipped from the number 6 spot in class to number 10 after the teachers decided to start grading you more harshly. Still, that was 10th place out of hundreds of students!) to how you referred to Diavolo ‘too informally’.

The same Diavolo who you were dating. What, you couldn’t give your own damn boyfriend pet names?

Lucifer had yet to apologize or explain what had crawled up his ass and died, and you were frankly tired of the shitty attitude he’d adopted after your relationship with the Prince became publicly official. (You and Diavolo had been seeing each other privately for a few months before being comfortable about being public with your relationship.)

As the silence between you and Lucifer stretched on, you sighed in frustration. “Did you need something, Lucifer, or can I go meet my boyfriend?”

The dark-haired demon furrowed his brows in annoyance, growling out “No.”

“Excellent. I will be home either tonight or tomorrow, I’ll text the group chat once I know for sure.” Just as you opened the door, Lucifer called to you again.

“Would you-“ there was something in ruby eyes that you didn’t want to give a name to. He coughs into a gloved fist. “I mean, may I escort you to the castle?”

An olive branch.

Again.

How many had Lucifer given out, only to nitpick and neg you later? The man was exhausting, and not in a fun way.

“No,” you snip coldly, unable to stop your glare. Without giving him the chance to respond, you slam the door shut.

In the empty entrance hall, the Avatar of Pride gave a gusty sigh as he dragged a hand down his face. What was he supposed to do?

“Hello, my dear,” Diavolo greets you once you enter his office, rising to give you a kiss and run his large hands down your torso. Barbatos quietly closed the door, promising to return with some tea and cookies. “You look lovely.”

You lean into his warm embrace, kissing him again. “Thank you, Dia. What do you need help with?”

Golden eyes get darker, a smirk playing about handsome features. “Now, now, kitten, that’s not my name.”

A spark of excitement bloomed in your core, lust beginning to course through you. “I’m sorry, daddy,” you purr, running a hand through his auburn locks. “What can I do for you?”

“Good pet,” he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss below your ear, causing you to shiver. Thick fingers fiddle with the hem of your dress. “For now, I just require your company while I finish up some paperwork.”

“Yes, daddy,” you press a kiss to his neck in return, delighting in the shiver it caused. Diavolo gives a playful swat to your ass, making you gasp, before he sits back down behind his desk. At his feet was a familiar plush red velvet pillow with gold tassels. Without hesitation, you slip off your shoes, place them neatly out of the way, and kneel beside him, knees cushioned by the undoubtedly expensive ‘cat bed’.

You send a quick message to the HoL group chat that you were with Diavolo and would see them tomorrow. Then you turn your DDD off and tuck it back into your bag, excited to spend the night with the prince, uninterrupted by the needy brothers.

A few quiet minutes pass by, with you resting your head on Diavolos’ knee and his hand petting your hair, the scratch of his pen filling the air. Barbatos comes and goes with a tea service, barely sparing your kneeling form a glance. After a moment, the prince speaks again. “I have a gift for you, pet.”

You look up at him with big eyes, head floaty- kneeling at your lovers feet so obediently always got you quickly into sub-space. “Thank you, daddy.” You murmur, rubbing your cheek on his knee in affection. “You’re always spoiling me.”

Diavolos answering chuckle is warm and husky, and you squirm a bit on your pillow as it sent heat to your core. You could feel slick seeping into your lace panties as you got more and more excited.

“You’re so easy to spoil, my love,” he coos, patting his lap and pulling out a box. Following his wordless command, you crawl into his lap, facing him. What’s revealed to be inside the box makes you gasp.

“Oh, my!” Inside was a fine red leather collar, the inside padded with plush black velvet. The leather was studded with rubies and diamonds, with gold hardware and a large golden bell. Attached was a metal nametag, one side engraved with Daddy’s Kitten, the other containing Diavolos’ contact information. You wiggled in excitement, lightly grinding against your lover. “It’s beautiful!”

Diavolo pulls you into another kiss, deeper than the previous ones. It was full of heat and hunger, one of his large, tan hands encasing the back of your head while the other guided your hips to grind against his bulge. You moan into his mouth, looping your arms around his thick neck. A whine escapes you, unbidden, when he pulls away.

Chuckling, he wiped a bit of spit off your lower lip. “My pretty kitty deserves a pretty collar, don’t they? Stand up and turn around for me, darling, let me see how it looks on you.”

“Yes, daddy,” you obey, slipping off his lap and turning, your skirt swishing teasingly about your thighs. Diavolos’ hands are careful as he slips the leather around your neck and secures it.

“How does it feel?” He murmurs in your ear, flicking the bell so it jingles merrily. “Too tight, too loose?”

“Don’t know,” you reply coyly, glancing seductively over your shoulder. “Could you give it a few tugs, please?”

A groan rumbles through the prince’s broad chest. “Always so polite for me, hmm?” One of his fingers slips through the metal loop, giving a few pulls of varying strength, making your knees weak. “So, darling, how is it?”

“It’s perfect.” Your voice is breathless, but you are unable to catch your breath as you are suddenly bent over his desk with your dress flipped up to show your ass.

Another appreciative groan leaves your lover as he takes in the red and gold lingerie he had bought you last week, smacking an ass cheek to watch the skin jiggle. He leans over your back, grinding his clothed erection against your soaked panties. “You’re perfect. Always so fucking pretty and perfect for daddy.”

You moan as he slaps your ass again, pushing your hips back against him. “Ngh, daddy, please!”

“Please what, kitten? What do you need?”

“Need you inside me, please daddy please-“

Diavolo tuts in faux disappointment. Your logical mind, which was quickly fleeing, knew he wasn’t being serious, but your sub-space addled brain hated disappointing your daddy. “But I still need to finish my work, can kitten be patient?” All the while, he still slowly ground against you.

“Yes, yes, I can wait,” you pant, still bouncing your ass back on his cock even as you promised patience. “Anything for daddy.”

“Such a good kitty,” Diavolo coos. “What’s your color?”

“Green.” You respond immediately.

Diavolo whispers you more praises as he settles you back on his lap. “Stay still, okay? Don’t distract daddy while he finishes up and he’ll get you a pretty new leash to match your collar.” Little did you know he already had the matching leash, stashed in the drawer of his bedside table. He was hoping to use it later tonight.

“Yes, daddy, thank you!” You exclaim happily, pressing close to his chest. A warm hand rubs up and down your back, your prince working to finish quickly so he could play with you all night- or as long as you could last.

Diavolo could feel your pussy lips throbbing on his dick through the fabric of his trousers, slowly driving him insane. That, accompanied by your sweet smell and how eagerly you wore the low-necked dress he got you, how sweetly you called his title, how easily you followed his commands- it was a miracle he managed to finish his work tonight. (Or ever, with you around.)

Thankfully, the prince possessed an iron will (that always turned into something softer with you).

He doesn’t bother filing away the completed papers, just pushing them to the side of his desk space to place you in the middle like a beloved prize. He looked at you then, with your cheeks flushed and eyes dark with want, hair mussed up and the low neckline of your dress giving a teasing glimpse of your chest.

You were regarding him much the same way, seeing his eyes shadowed with lust and cheeks tinted pink with excitement, broad chest heaving in his dress shirt as he looked at you. Your eyes travel down his body to the prominent bulge straining against his zipper. Looking back at his eyes, you open your mouth to start begging. You needed his touch on your skin, needed his lips on your mouth, needed his thick cock stuffed in your wet cunt and you needed him now. “Daddy, please- “

Diavolo surges forward, capturing you in a fierce kiss and making you moan. Your arms and legs are around him in an instant, pulling him impossibly closer. One of his hands slips into your panties, coating his fingers in your slick before inserting two into your entrance, immediately finding and rubbing your g-spot.

You pull from the kiss with a “Fuuuuuuck~”, exposing the column of your neck as you toss your head back, sending your collar jingling. The demon prince immediately begins sucking and biting his way down, hickeys blooming in his wake. Between each one, he moans praises and questions against your skin.

“Such a good kitten for me, always wearing what daddy buys. Do you like being pampered? Do you like everyone knowing who owns you?”

“Yes!” You squeal as he adds another finger to your pussy and thumbs at your clit in messy circles, bucking your hips into his hand. Wet squelching begins to fill the office as you drip onto the expensive desk. “Love when daddy buys me pretty clothes, love when others know they can never have daddy, love being owned by daddy, love being good for daddy-“

Your first orgasm crashes over you suddenly, pulsing through you in waves as you wail. The fingers inside you slow down, but don’t stop, making you squirm.

“So good, so pretty,” Diavolo pants, golden eyes flickering between the way your cunt sucked his fingers in and the blissed-out expression on your face. “Color, kitten? Want to keep going?”

“Greengreen green,” you chant desperately. “Daddy, please, ‘m so wet, need your cock, please gimme your cock, please-“

Tan lips on yours interrupt your begging as the fingers are pulled out of you and leave you feeling empty. You clutch Diavolos black shirt with shaking fingers, pulling at the fabric insistently. You wanted, needed more of him, as much of him as he could give.

“You sound so good begging daddy,” he murmurs against your lips. “I’d give you the three realms on a platter if it’d make you smile, my love. Now strip out of that dress, okay?”

You do so with haste, pulling it off and casting it aside. Your lover matches your speed in shucking off his own clothes, his impressive cock bobbing proudly between his legs as beads of precum dribble down the shaft.

Laying back on the desk, you bring your knees to your shoulders and spread your legs. The thin strap of lace that covered you was shiny with slick, the matching bralette doing little to hide your pebbled nipples. “How’s this, daddy?”

“Fuck,” Diavolo swears, wanting to capture this image and hang it in his throne room, if only to show others what they could never have. Large hands push your thighs further apart. His cock jumps in interest. “I’m gonna fuck this sweet cunt raw-“

“Please,” you whine, pouting up at him with kiss-swollen lips.

“For you, anything.” Your panties are slipped to the side as he rubs his member between your lower lips, collecting your juices before the fat head slipped into your entrance.

His moan rumbled through you as he slid all the way to the base in one go. It took you only seconds to adjust to the pleasurable stretch, which is fortunate as that’s all you were given. Diavolo fucked you as though it were both the first and last time he’d ever be able to, reaching deep inside you with every fast, rough thrust.

You loved it. You loved him.

“Love you, love you, love you,” you babble, drunk on his cock, fingers clawing at his shoulders in bliss.

“Yeah?” He placed your legs over his shoulders, reaching deeper into you. His voice was gravelly and deep as he praised how well you took his cock, how wet your pussy was, how much your scratches stung, how loud you moaned his title and your adoration. His fingers quickly find your clit again, rubbing it in tight circles. “Want me t’cum in your pussy? Want me t’cum nice and deep inside?”

“Yesyesyes,” you wail as the knot in your belly gets tighter and tighter. “Cum in me, cum with me-“

The knot snapped for you both, your heels beating pitifully against his muscles back as Diavolo spilled inside. You arch fruitlessly beneath him, moving your hips against his as much as you could to tide out your orgasm. He leans down to kiss your panting mouth, trailing kisses down your neck and allowing your legs to go relax down against the desk. For a few moments, the two of you lay there in the glory of sweaty bodies and euphoria, the air filled only with panting breaths and kisses and the faint jingling of your bell.

Diavolo waits patiently for you to either give the go ahead, or ask to stop- if you took too long, he’d ask your color again. In the meanwhile, he was content to nip at your skin and trace his hands over your chest.

You break the silence after you’ve caught your breath.

“… Again.” You look at your lover, your prince, your Diavolo with bright eyes and a flushed complexion. Sitting up, you caress his sharp jaw and trail kisses up it, before biting just below his ear. “Please, daddy.” You whisper as he shudders and groans above you, cock perking up inside you with interest. “Please daddy, I can’t get enough of you.”

“You’re perfect,” he repeats against your neck, breathless. Slowly drawing back from you, he pulls out and watches with lust-blown pupils as his seed dropped out of your cunt, making you whine at the loss. “None of that now, kitten. Bend over for me.”

The look on your face could only be described as lovesick, body moving on its own to obey. “Yes, daddy.”

Lucifer looked again through his files for the data sheet showing the current budget, needing it to approve or reject various club proposals for equipment or field trips. Unfortunately, all his rifling and ruffling was for naught, and the paper remained unfound. Sighing, he leans back in his leather chair and contemplated whether or not he should go to the castle tonight to retrieve the paper that was undoubtedly hidden somewhere in Diavolo’s office.

On one hand, these proposals were the last thing he needed to get done, then he could spend tomorrow listening to his records, or playing piano, or perhaps catching up on some sleep. On the other hand, he had no desire to see you and the prince… canoodling.

Neither you nor Diavolo were shy about public affection, with you unbearably happy to cling to Diavolo’s arm or hand or press a kiss or two to each other’s skin, laughing together about in-jokes. Lucifer hated it, hated that he waited too long in-

Never mind.

He deserved a day off tomorrow. He was getting that data sheet.

You were absolutely dizzy with pleasure, face pressed against lacquered mahogany as Diavolo pounded into you. A myriad of moans and whines left your mouth, accompanied by the squelching of his cock in your fucked-out pussy. Your nth orgasm ripped through you, strangled moan muffled by the wood. Diavolo groaned behind you, eyes focused on how your little hole kept swallowing him, how your ass jiggled with each thrust.

“Fuckin’ love this ass,” he growls, punctuating his words with a slap to your rear. “Fuckin’ love this pussy, always takin’ me so-“ SLAP “-fuckin’-“ SLAP “-well. Can you cum for me one more time? What’s-“

“Green!” you manage to gasp out, answering his next question before he could fully voice it. Pleasured tears dripped from your eyes, pooling and mixing with the sweat and drool beneath your face. You jolt when another smack lands on your ass again, Diavolo slowly grinding his hard dick against your warm, wet walls. “Wanna be good for daddy, want him to fill me up! ~”

The world spins as you’re man-handled into a new position. Spread wide open on his lap as he sat back in his chair, back to his chest with his hands leaving bruises on your hips. “You’re so good for me,” Diavolo rumbles in your ear, forcing your hips to move in slow circles on his cock. “Are you ready, my love?”

You’re thankful for the small reprieve he gives you before you nod your head, whispering “please, please, please” as he hooks your knees over muscular forearms, wraps large hands around your waist, and bounces you.

“Fu-u-u-uck,” you moan in staccato, winding your arms around his neck and leaning further into him. The new position made Diavolo’s cock feel even bigger, and the way he had you spread out felt so lewd, as though he were showing you off to someone. The thought had you gushing around him. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, please-“

Your babbling was music to Diavolo’s ears as he fucked up into you each time he brought you down. One hand finds your clit yet again, rubbing tight circles on the aching bud. “Who owns this fucking pussy?” He growls, the vibrations from his chest felt throughout your smaller frame. “Who owns you?”

“You do!” you cry, knot again forming quickly in your stomach. Something felt different than the previous ones, though you couldn’t quite get your fucked-out mind to figure out why.

“And who am I, kitten?” he asks, thrusts getting sloppy as he too got close to release, eyes sparing a glance at the cracked door.

“Daddy! My daddy!” your voice cracks and warps around the pleasure, your hips doing their best to fuck down onto the sinful cock inside you. “I’m yours, I’m yours-!”

“Good kitten, good fucking kitten,” he circles his digits faster over your clit. The prince loved the way your eyes crosses, your tongue lolling out of your mouth, your body holding onto him like a vice, how your nails bit into the skin at the nape of his neck. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you breath hotly into his ear, looking up at him in hazy adoration. “I’m gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna-“

“Cum for me,” Diavolo commands lowly, briefly nipping at your neck. With just a few more circles of his fingers, you climax with a wail of his title. Your cum sprays out of you, covering his desk and going everywhere as the prince chases his own release. With a low bellow, he slams you down on his cock as it throbs and releases his thick cum inside it.

The smell of sex hung heavy in the air, both of you catching your breath. Diavolo murmured praises in your ear, massaging your sides and waiting for you to come back to the world. “How do you feel, darling?” He whispers. “Do you need a break?”

You nod wordlessly, taking a moment to find your words. “I’d like something to eat, please,” you say quietly, nosing at the junction between his jaw and neck. “And a massage?”

“Anything for you,” he responds, pressing a (hilariously) chaste kiss to your forehead. He stands, holding you bridal style, and walks over to the door adjoining his office to his personal chambers. “Let me lie you down and have Barbatos drop off dinner, okay?”

“Mmhmm,” you hum, pressing a less-than-chaste kiss to his shoulder. “We should watch a movie, too.”

“Of course,” Diavolo grins down at you, placing you on cool silk sheets. “Just a moment, alright, my love?” After another agreeing hum from you, he walks back into his office, closes the doors, and sits back at his desk.

“You needed something, Lucifer?”

Lucifer felt humiliated at having been discovered peeping, but it wasn’t his fault he caught you and Diavolo having sex! (Even though the dark-haired demon is the one who decided it would be a good idea to crash your date, and even though he decided to stand and watch like a filthy pervert instead of leave.) Still, he walked into the office with his head held high and resolutely ignored the erection straining at his zipper, as well as the fact the prince was naked without a care in the world. “I require the budget data sheet.”

Diavolo laughs jovially, searching through the splattered papers that remained on his desk. “Of course, of course. Sorry about that, old friend,” he smiles, but there was something unpleasant about the expression. The auburn-haired demon holds out the sheet in question and narrows his eyes. “Did you see anything you liked?”

Lucifer took the sheet with stiff fingers, ignoring the clear liquid that spotted it. “No.” he lies, even though he knows its useless- Diavolo always knew when someone was lying.

The edge in the prince’s gaze sharpened, contrasting the companionable slap he gives to the Avatar of Pride. “Good. And remember,” Diavolo guided his friend out of the room. “____ belongs to me.”

The other demon nods, walking away, intent on returning to the HoL as soon as possible. After all, he had a very busy night ahead of him, filled with fucking his fist to the memory of your voice.

#reader insert #obey me x reader smut #diavolo x reader #x reader smut #afab reader #collaboration #cryptids collabs #listen #diavolo gives off major daddy vibes #cross posted to ao3 #jealous lucifer #obey me fanfic #obey me smut #my first smut

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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 1 month

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Fundamentally, advocacy is about helping others, rather than helping yourself… to look good.

And my god, I know, the things I post on this page, certainly do not look good.

No, these issues will not look good on your social media feed, I doubt such discussions will make you many friends at parties either or win you top marks at your next class presentation.

There are no prizes, brand deals, coupon codes, or rounds of applause at @thetinmen.

No book deals. No invites to speak at conferences. Or photo ops with politicians.

You will not be thanked, likely shunned, and will probably find yourself uninvited to that next social occasion.

But these issues are real, and incredibly important.

That’s what advocacy is.

It’s about doing good, not looking good.

And the cult of wokeness has clearly lost sight of this.

Self-serving, self-centred, and painfully virtuous, the SJW guardians of equality have skipped past the area of men and boys' advocacy; clearly unwilling, or uninterested in examining their own failures, or in accepting their own portion of accountability, and would rather keep the self-aggrandising circle jerk going a little longer.

It is a mess.

A backward situation where the people who are doing harm, are not only unaware of said harm, but actually believe they are part of the solution, each of them the hero of their own story.

So, who will stand up to the cult of wokeness run amok?

Who will put their head above the parapet?

Because sadly, if change for men and boys is to arrive, many more of us will have to be sacrificed upon the altar of social justice.

So, who’s joining me?

~ [1] https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2022/10/boys-delayed-entry-school-start-redshirting/671238/ [2] https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/education-51313438

AIBM: https://aibm.org/research/male-college-enrollment-and-completion/

Mary Curnock Cook: https://www.independent.co.uk/student/news/head-of-ucas-expresses-concern-as-recent-data-reveals-gender-gap-in-uk-higher-education-is-widening-a6799081.html

UNESCO: https://www.unesco.org/en/articles/what-you-need-know-about-unescos-global-report-boys-disengagement-education

If your issues need to be spoken about in hushed tones behind closed doors, you're not the "oppressor." If you can demonize and shut down other people by calling them a name or accusing them of some imagined bigotry, you're not "marginalized," you're the hegemony.

For some reason, we're not supposed to notice this, but it's indisputably true. Yes, I see you.

When you get angry, call me a name or expect me to apologize for posting this kind of information, you're telegraphing and admitting that you believe you have the cultural and societal power to do so, and you're not the powerless victim you pretend you are.

#The Tin Men #education #boys in education #education gap #no apologies #come at me bro #try me #fuck around and find out #virtue signal #virtue signalling #virtue signaling #religion is a mental illness

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Affectionate gesture

Title: Affectionate gesture.

Ship: Brock Rumlow X Sinthea Schmidt (Love).

Word count: 636 words.

Rating: Teen.

Square: B2 “Weird Affectionate Gesture”.

Summary: Brock wants to show Sinthea how much he loves her.

Warnings/Tags: Weird present, guns, Brock tries to being romantic.

A/N: This is my entry to @marvelrarepairbingo @marvelrarepairs MarvelRarePair Bingo Round 2 2023. Annie MRP-066.

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Brock was thoughtful; in fact, he had not stopped thinking about the same thing the last few days. He had heard that Sinthea complained that he was not affectionate or romantic enough with her.

However, he had already tried several "common" things like giving her jewelry, flowers, chocolates, and stuffed animals, among other things, and nothing seemed to please her.

He had to think of something. A romantic dinner?

"A romantic dinner," Brock said aloud, not realizing he was not alone.

"I'm not interested," Steve replied, raising an eyebrow.

"No, you idiot, I'm not inviting you; it's for Sin," Brock explained, crossing his arms.

"She probably won't like it."

"I have an idea; of course, she's going to love it." Brock signaled for Steve not to continue; he felt his brain was working too fast. He needed to start working on the surprise right then and there, and maybe it would be ready by the end of the week.

"Maybe a necklace; he really likes her," Steve commented, not that he really wanted to help him, but he needed to talk to him, and probably then Brock could finish his rant and pay attention to him.

"Yeah, also, but my idea is fantastic," Brock said.

"Hey... " Steve was supposed to say something to him, but Brock ignored him and walked out of the office. He took off.

Brock headed to his car. He was to go visit the place first, then make some calls, and then take care of getting the gift personally.

Jack's expression changed when he started to listen to what Brock was saying; it sounded too strange and different, and although it wasn't the first time he said something like that, it was always uncomfortable when Brock asked him for help when it was about love.

"Are you sure he's going to like it?" Jack asked skeptically, arching his eyebrows.

"Sure, you must admit that for the first time, I've come up with something that will be successful." Brock's voice sounded animated.

"But it's all too red."

"It has touches of black, just the way she likes it, so take care of the decorations; I have to go get the main gift. I trust you. " Brock hurried to his car.

It had taken him a lot of work to get that gift, and as soon as he arrived at the meeting point, he began to move his foot with desperation, although when he saw his watch, he stopped. He had arrived a few minutes earlier.

"She's going to love it," Brock commented when he saw it, and then put it away again.

Now the hard part would be to convince Sin to go to the place where everything was ready. So he basically had to cover her eyes and tie her to the seat so he could take her.

"Brock, just tell me where we're going." Sin demanded, grumpily.

Just a few more minutes, and we’ll arrive," Brock said, trying to contain his excitement.

Sinthea grimaced; she didn't look happy, so Brock felt he should hurry before it turned into a fight.

After he walked her around a bit, he was pleased with her reaction to seeing the place.

After chatting and eating a bit, Brock offered her the box with the gift.

"Really, Brock? It's the best token of affection you've been able to give me in all this time." Sin began to weigh the weapon in her hands. "It’s beautiful; it seemed like a dream come true. I already want it to be the next mission."

"Did you really give her a gun?" Bucky asked incredulously.

"Sinthea has never been like the rest of the girls," Steve pointed out.

"All I care about is that she's happy now and I've had a good week," Brock commented.

#marvelrarepairbingo #mrpbingo #Brock Rumlow X Sinthea Schmidt

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lebizcanada20 · 1 month

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Canada PNP 2024- Provincial Nominee Programs for Skilled Workers

CANADA PROVINCIAL NOMINEE PROGRAMS

The Provincial Nominee Program (PNP) is a set of Canadian immigration programs operated by the Government of Canada in partnership with individual provinces, each of which having its own requirements and 'streams' (i.e., target groups). In a program stream, provinces and territories may, for example, target: business people, students, skilled workers, or semi-skilled workers.

While provincial governments manage PNPs according to their individual objectives, the federal government's immigration department, Immigration, Refugees and Citizenship Canada, ultimately administers and decides on permanent residence applications.

What is the process of Canada PNP in 2024?

Have a valid Express entry profile.

Choose a suitable PNP Program.

Check the eligibility & in-demand occupations

Create an account on the official PNP website

Get an invite to apply for the PNP

File an application by submitting docs

Get nomination from Provincial Govt.

Secure 600 CRS Points upon nomination

File ITA in Express Entry & Get a Permanent Resident Canada Visa

What Are The Available Canada PNP Pathways In 2024?

1 Ontario Immigrant Nominee Program

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2 British Columbia PNP Program

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First Express Entry PNP Draw Sent 893 New Invites For PR

Today, first PNP only Express Entry Draw of 2023 sent 893 invitations to apply (ITAs) for permanent residency (PR). Applicants having a Comprehensive Ranking System (CRS) score of 733 or above received the invitations. This is the first Provincial Nominee Program (PNP) specified Express Entry draw since June 2022. Below are the details of today’s PNP Express Entry draw. Provincial Nominee…

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Hi Franky!! These are all so good but umm can I request prompt 27 (karaoke) with Ace please? I hope you’re having a good day!

I really wanted to do this but normally you need to give me TWO prompts and TWO chars to choose from in the future anon <3

Ace x GN Reader SFW Prompt: Karaoke Modern AU Word Count: 635

“Thatch invited us, I thought it would be fun.” Ace said as he leaned on the wall to the entry of the karaoke club.

You looked at all the bright neon lights, the signs that promised a good time, that they had all the hits. Looking from the gaudy scenery you watched his expression, enjoying how his handsome face looked in the glow, his freckled cheeks tinged in blues and pinks.

Would it be fun? You weren't a super shy person but the thought of meeting up with all of Ace’s friends to go sing in a big room together was a little terrifying. You’d met them a few times before so it wasn’t like you didn't enjoy being around them or anything.

Singing loudly in front of the group, however, was another thing entirely.

“I mean, not like I can say no now we’re here anyway right?” You said and watched the grin spread across his face as he offered you his hand, “That’s the spirit!” He said and led you into the building.

“Ah glad you could make it!” Thatch said when Ace pushed open the door to the private room.

You couldn't help but smile when you saw Ace getting pulled into a hug by the older man, having his hair ruffled before the others all piled on. Marco slapped his back and chided Ace playfully about being late whereas Izou huffed and brushed back a strand of his hair before he noticed you.

“Hello again, I apologize for the madness that you're going to witness, if you've never seen these idiots after a drink your in for a ride.” Izou shuffled up on the bench and pat the seat for you.

Sitting next to the incredibly pretty man who was so perfect you always felt a little imitated. You watched as Ace finally noticed you’d sat down and plopped on the bench with you, arm around your shoulder.

“Alright first rounds on me!” Thatch proclaimed.

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The night was fun, you were enjoying yourself as drinks came round after round, snacks and food appearing every so often. Thatch and Marco sang most of the time, sometimes they managed to drag Izou up, who was drunk enough to belt out some old songs with Marco and Thatch.

“Why don’t you go up?” Ace asked as he sipped his soda and fiddled with the straw, chasing ice cubes around the glass before making eye contact with you.

“I don’t know, I don’t think I’m drunk enough yet but I don’t mind watching..”

“Awww what if I go up first?” He suggested and you nodded, maybe you needed that. Something to spur you on.

He kissed your cheek before getting up and heading to the front, flipping through the book and trying to find something that spoke to him. You watched the smile on his face as his eyes lit up, going to the machine and making his selection.

Everyone cheered when the song came out, Ace looked you in the eye, winked, and started to belt out Backstreet Back. And well, you thought the older three were drunk and overly enthusiastic…

You watched Ace shout, dance, wiggle his hips, and never miss a line of the song and you felt maybe you couldn’t make a bigger fool of yourself if you tried. Everyone clapped when he was done, he took a bow before handing you the mic.

“Only if you do a duet with me.” You said and felt his arm slip around your waist as you glanced at the book.

“Anything for you.” He leaned in and kissed your cheek.

You both proceeded to sing out of tune to one of your favorites, Marco clapping loudly, Izou was recording it and Thatch was hotting and hollering his support.

It was a great evening.

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okwritingandpain · 7 months

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Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da: The Beatles x Reader

Chapter 11

"Well, if it isn't John Lennon!" Scott remarked as John walked into the record store. Great, Scott was here. John didn't like Scott very much, and neither did the rest of the band. He was a very rude, blunt, and a manipulative person. John had already seen how Y/N had wrapped herself around his finger. It gave him no comfort knowing Scott was her boss. Sadly, he felt like he was sometimes similar to Scott, but ever since he met the man, he had tried to change his demeanor. He had met Scott less than a year ago when she had invited him to dinner. The entire band had expressed to her their disliking of him, but she said that they didn't know the other side of him. John disagreed with her but understood where she was coming from.

"Hey, Scott." He replied, putting on a fake smile. "I'm here to pick up Y/N."

"She's busy," Scott said, flipping through pages of his magazine.

"She shouldn't be." John frowned, trying to look past Scott to see if Y/N was around.

"Well, she is." Scott replied, ignoring John. His blood boiled with anger.

"May I see her?" John asked, walking towards the front desk.

"I said, she's -"

"John!" Y/N smiled, coming out of the back room. John's face lit up.

"You're alright?" John snuck a glance at Scott.

"Well, of course I'm alright." Y/N looked worriedly at him. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah." John replied, grabbing Y/N's hand to drag her away from Scott.

"Woah, calm down, John." Y/N pulled her hand away. "I know we're going out, but you don't need to rush things."

"You should consider her feelings, John!" Scott called, warrenting a nod from Y/N.

"I'm not -"

"You'll learn..." Scott muttered. John's face contourted into a menacing scowl.

"Well, things are getting heated in here. Let's go, John." Y/N started pushing John out the door. He didn't mind, but he wanted to throw a brick at Scott's head. Outside was John's bicycle, which lay on the side of the building.

"Hop on!" He said, patting the seat. Y/N sat on the seat as John stood and pedaled. She held on to him as they road down the streets of Liverpool. They passed shops and apartments that showed brightly in the glistening light of the day. The colors were like coral. It was like they were under the sea. It wasn't a long ride, but John could already feel himself getting tired.

"Who knew John Lennon could ride a bike!" Y/N giggled behind him. John smiled, thinking about Scott. It bothered him more than he liked it to, but he jut couldn't get it out of his mind.

"Yeah, who knew!" John called back as they rounded a corner down an alley way. Multiple salesman tried to stop them on the way, but nothing interested Y/N. John debated on going back to look at custom guitar picks. He thought they were cool.

"How far away are we from the date?" Y/N asked, jokily.

"Not far." John replied with a smirk. "I only prepare the best for those I find well...the best." He chuckled to himself. They turned a couple more corners before the bike came to a halt in front of a museum.

"A museum?" She asked, hopping off the bike.

"Not just any museum. A music museum." John left his bike on the side of the building. He grabbed Y/N's hand and they dashed into the building. John paid a small entry fee before they entered. Inside there were four sections to explore. Composers, Instruments, musicians, and famous songs. At least, that's what John liked to call them. He had gotten himself a tour guide job at this place a while ago, so he knew a few things about the place already. He led her to the instruments section where perfectly constructed instruments were sealed behind glass casing. John was most interested in the guitars, but Y/N wanted to see the pianos.

"These are so pretty. I've always dreamed of playing a grand piano." She said to herself, looking over the glossy multi-colored pianos.

"The piano truly is a marvelous instrument, isn't it?" John remarked, walking up behind her to put a hand on her shoulder.

"You should play for me sometime." She smiled, walking towards the orchestral section.

"How about you play instead." John laughed, following her. The place was mostly empty, except for a few people who John had the greatest respect for. People who actually appreciated the true beauty of music.

"John?" A voice asked. He turned around to see his aunt standing behind him.

"Hey, Aunt Mimi." John said with a shaky voice. What was she doing here?

"Who's this?" She asked, looking at Y/N who looked confused.

"Uh, Aunt Mimi this is Y/N, Y/N this is Aunt Mimi. She's the person who raised me for the past few years." John explained. Aunt Mimi smiled lifting her hand out for a shake. Y/N took it with respect.

"So, is this your girlfriend?" She asked, letting out a small giggle. John blushed as embarassment grew over him.

"I wouldn't exactly..." He trailed off, trying to think of the perfect excuse.

"Yes." Y/N butted in, keeping her composure.

"Why didn't you tell me, John?" She asked, admiring the young girl. "She's a pretty one and I have a feeling she's also rather bright."

"She's amazing, I just didn't know how you would act..." John rubbed his neck uncomfortably.

"What he means is that he didn't know if you could handle how impressed you would be." Y/N continued to act calmly as she covered John's weak act.

"Well, I'm certainly impressed by your quick thinking." Aunt Mimi complimented, making Y/N blush.

"Thank you." She replied, quietly.

"So, when are you coming over for dinner?" The older woman asked, looking at John who was trying to escape moments earlier.

"Uh, soon. Very soon." He said, still inching away from her. Both Aunt Mimi and Y/N glared at him. Sighing in defeat, John rejoined the pair.

"How about tomorrow?" Aunt Mimi asked.

"I can do that." Y/N relied with a smile.

"Well, then it's settled!" She cheered, clapping her hands together.

"Wonderful." John muttered, warranting a frown from Y/N.

"I must be going." Aunt Mimi waved goodbye disappearing behind them.

"That was quick." Y/N noted, turning to John.

"She's always busy. The only reason she even came up to us was because of you." He explained, walking towards the orchestral section with Y/N. "Lets get back to the date. Do you play a stringed instrument?"

"I play violin." She replied.

"Now I need to hear you play that too." He laughed as they continued looking over the many instruments.

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An old article but relevant with some moid musician turned activist attacking women on the basis that sometimes their views line up with conservatives

https://unherd.com/2023/10/does-billy-bragg-have-a-woman-problem/

Julie Bindel OCTOBER 3, 2023

Louise Distras was once a darling of the anti-establishment Left. An underground punk singer whose hits include “Dreams From the Factory Floor”, this working-class woman is unafraid to speak her mind. Five years ago, she was being invited onstage by Billy Bragg, the folk singer and progressive activist — but since then, a lot has changed. Recently, Bragg has publicly and repeatedly condemned Distras, because she had done what she has always done: speak out against misogyny. This time, though, she was criticising the backlash against women who refuse to recite the “trans women are women” mantra.

Distras has been expressing concern about gender ideology in private since late 2021, but the first time she went public with her opinions was in May of this year. “I’m a woman, and a woman is an adult human female,” she said in an interview with Louder than War, a music website. “I’m a woman that’s experienced domestic abuse.” She later made comments, on Twitter, about how women are silenced for questioning gender ideology: “No amount of rainbows and ‘kindness’ can hide the authoritarianism and misogyny and homophobia that’s on display here, especially in the arts.”

Born in Wakefield in 1987, Distras ran away from home in her teens and, she told me, “stayed with a lot of dangerous people who took advantage of me”. She turned to song writing as a form of escape. Her bravery is remarkable. But as soon as her straightforward resistance to gender ideology became known, she was met with horrendous abuse. Distras has been called every name under the sun, including anti-trans, Nazi, scum, prostitute, grifter, child serial killer, and witch. She soon realised that she had been “marked for life” as a “disgusting terf” — that no redemption would ever be possible. She was told she deserves to be chucked out of the music industry. Her booking agency has said that her attitude towards transwomen could “have detrimental effects on [her] musical career”. Radio stations have stopped playing her songs and venues cancelled her gigs. “If I go back to the industry as it stands,” she says, “if someone had the balls to book me for a gig, I would likely be physically attacked. It’s not safe.”

Having been rejected by the majority of her contacts in the music industry, Distras decided she might as well use her voice to speak out. Alongside five other women, her testimony featured in the Daily Mail about the experience of being ostracised for daring to question gender ideology. One of the first derogatory reactions was from Bragg. “What??”, he tweeted, linking to the feature, which included a photograph of Distras — who usually wears black and leather on stage — wearing a formal dress. “Louise Distras hates trans people so much that she’s willing to dress in a style acceptable to Daily Mail readers in order to have a go at them. What does this have to do with feminism Louise? Or punk rock?”

Bragg fancies himself a bit of a trans ally. And prides himself on being an all-round anti-sexist bloke. In 2014, he posed with a sign, “I pledge never to commit, condone, or remain silent about men’s violence against women in all its forms,” as part of the White Ribbon campaign.

Back in the early days of her career, Bragg championed Distras as one of a “new breed” of singers, tweeting in 2013 that her song Love Me The Way I Am should be our next Eurovision entry. Another of her songs, The Hand You Hold, is about how what women say and do should matter more than how we look, and she tells me that “Billy for some reason loved that song and that’s why he invited me to go play on his stage” — which she did that year, at Glastonbury, and again in 2017. “So for him to now take a pop at me and start criticising what I look like instead of actually listening to what I have to say means he is the biggest hypocrite.”

But it is not only men who have gone after Distras. In a recent interview with Kerrang!, Phoebe Lunny of the Lambrini Girls reacted to Distras speaking out against trans ideology and the silencing of women: “I will scrap any Terf, any day, in person, with my fists.” In a tweet, Distras pointed to the hypocrisy of claiming to be progressive while “inciting violence against women”. She also condemned Kerrang! for publishing the remarks, saying she is “ashamed my face was printed on its pages. Vile!”

Spoken word poet Amelia Vandergast also responded angrily to Distras’s public statements about being cancelled by trans activists. In a feature entitled, “Wipe away the terf tears: freedom of expression was never permission to perpetuate hate in the music industry”, published in A&R Factory website, she wrote:

“In the recent Daily Mail article, which attempted to portray women as the victims of their transphobic hate, Louise Distras bemoaned the journalists, radio stations, and her booking agency who rightly refuse to have anything to do with her for the self-piteous bile spewed across her social media platforms (anyone got a tiny little violin I can borrow?)”

For Distras, the hypocrisy within the so-called radical music scene is appalling. While the misogyny of trans activists is ignored, women are viciously attacked for daring to defend their sex-based rights. She is one of a growing list of female artists criticising cancel culture — a phenomenon of which Bragg denies the existence.

But Bragg has form. He has dismissed feminist concerns about self-identification and argued that, owing to our incompatible “hardware”, lesbians are biologically ill-equipped for sex with other women and should therefore understand the plight of men claiming to be female. When Maya Forstater was harassed by trans activists in the street, Bragg suggested that she could not possibly have been scared or upset, because she appeared to be smiling. This is a classic sexist trope. Too often, women are told by men to “Give us a smile” when we complain about being sexually harassed by them, and yet women are informed we must have enjoyed the harassment if we attempt to laugh it off.

“I think he’s a misogynist,” Distras says, of Bragg. “I think it’s just plain to see for everybody and the way he is — the way that so many men are in the music industry.” She talks about how uncomfortable she has felt with him, describing him as “creepy”. “He’s everything he says he’s not. His words and his actions just don’t match up for me… The way he goes after women over the trans issue has made it really clear to me that he’s just a misogynist, and that he just doesn’t care about women”. She says what many feminists have said of many men in recent years: “The trans thing is just an excuse for him to bully women with impunity and do it publicly and get applauded for it.”

Bragg also showed no sympathy for Róisín Murphy, another female singer-songwriter who has faced the wrath of trans activists. After a private Facebook conversation in which she criticised the policy of giving children puberty blockers was leaked, she was admonished by Bragg for holding the wrong opinion. “Them’s the breaks,” Bragg tweeted when it was suggested that Murphy was being punished by having BBC coverage and concerts cancelled. “Think before you post is my advice, especially on issues that are contentious.” This is cowardice.

Distras strongly feels that the music industry used to be about “freedom of expression and freedom of speech”, but is currently in thrall to gender ideology and “totally monotheistic”. “There’s an urgent need to build a new one, with a proper counterculture that isn’t dominated by misogynists like Billy Bragg, where women have actually got a proper say,” she says, telling me she has had numerous messages from female musicians who are too scared to speak out — especially after seeing what happened to Murphy. “It’s well established that violence towards women is a massive problem in the music industry,” says Distras, “and here they are inciting more violence, and the rest of the music industry just applauds them for it and tells them they are stunning and brave.”

“We need more musicians to come forward courageously and without apology. There’s been so much support for me, and there will be for the other women. And the more of us that stand up, the more these men like Billy Bragg will not be so dominant.”

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A casino on Valentine’s Day

Artes Year of Whump (w/ a focus on comfort and fluff) | February Entry for @yearofcreation2023 | William Tell x Lola (Ofc)

✨✨Summary: Working on Valentine’s Day, Lola tries to keep busy and focus on her money. The night takes an interesting turn when the handsome stranger shows up after disappearing for over a month.✨✨

Words: 4,895

Warnings: casino so drinking and gambling, mention of injuries/post injury healing for William, vague mention of a revenge kill (no details)

Hurt/comfort (fluff) prompts from this list

An: William may be ooc cause I fell asleep during that movie twice. All I need is the basics, his aesthetic and I ran with my own thing. He looked so damn yummy in that movie. A minor Pedro character is mentioned. :)

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Lola & William

Lola rounded the bar and switched places with the other worker. They have a brief exchange before he leaves.

The couple gets up and heads to play some slots, leaving only William and one other man at the bar. William follows Lola's movements with his eyes as he quietly drinks.

“Long time no see.” Lola leans over, a pleasant smile on her lips.

Her smile alone makes his trip worth it, it's the nicest and brightest thing he's seen in a while.

William rests his elbows on the bar, leaning forward, “I’ve been busy.”

“And that,” she pointed to the scar over his left eye.

In his silence, William’s brown eyes smolder with intensity, accented by his expressive brows. The corner of his mouth ticked upward in a grin, “disagreement.”

Lola snickered and stood up straight. She can tell from his eyes there's so much to that story, but it wasn't her business. William sits back and runs his palm over his hair, neither of them breaking eye contact.

Despite telling himself not to, Williams' eyes dip down to her lips, then further down, “Like the dress.” he commented with a slight tilt of the head.

“It seems to be a hit.” She replied.

When she started to say something, the other man waved her over. As she stepped away, William dropped his eyes to the drink, then raised it to his lips again.

As Lola finished up her conversation with the man, she glanced over at William and felt her heart flutter. He’s a beautiful man, handsome and sultry. She’s wondered before what a night with him could be like, the thought alone increases her body temperature.

Lola doesn’t go home with people from the Casino, or hotel; hooking up with him would go against her rule. But she'd be happy to break it for him, he’s just too tasty to resist and if he did extend that sort of invite or welcome it, she would take it. Before she could circle back to William, a new person comes over and grabs her attention….