NERDGIRL

I don't even know who I am anymore ;-;

[bringmethebands934]

I am become a slut on April 23rd

[oscarwetnwilde]

[astro-vee]

I will never not reblog this.

[mrositonegro-deactivated2020110]

Ding

[amusementforme]

[dogpuppy]

[safirefire]

Cassian waiting outside Nesta’s house in the human lands and hyping himself up to go inside:

[safirefire]

Cassian waiting outside Nesta’s house in the human lands and hyping himself up to go inside:

[potatoplace]

Im not sure if your taking requests for your bingo card, but if so, could you please please please do a daddy kink bat boy story? There are absolutely none that exist with all three of them with a daddy kink, and not just the word, but like daddy dom? Maybe also omegaverse???

Author's Note: I liked writing this one, there's never enough poly!batboys imo 🤭 I hope you like it, sorry that it's so late 😬 but better late than never I suppose lol

Daddies

Bat Boys x Reader, daddy kink

Poly!ACOTAR x Reader Masterlist

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamic, lemme know if I missed something

18+ only pls

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You rolled over in bed, searching for the warm body that you knew should be there, but were met with cold sheets. Your head popped off of the pillow as you looked at the empty space, a frown falling over your face.

"Dada?" you asked, looking around the room to see where he'd gone to. It was then that you noticed none of your partners were in bed with you anymore. Your frown deepened as you slid out of the covers, shivering at the cold air. A dressing gown went over your bare body, the ribbon tied into a bow just how you liked and your bunny slippers on your feet. Normally, your mates would dress you.

"Papa?" You were met with no response, the hallway empty of your mates. "Daddy?" You padded down the hall, getting poutier by the second. "Where are you?" you whined.

It was only when you were in the kitchen that you found them, each of them working to prepare breakfast.

"You left me alone, daddies," you pouted, standing with your arms crossed in the doorway. Three heads snapped to look in your direction, two violet and four hazel eyes landing on you.

"You weren't supposed to be awake, baby," Rhys said, abandoning his task of cooking pancakes once he lifted the last out of the pan. "We wanted to surprise you."

"For what?" Your lips were still pulled into a pout, but the idea of a surprise had you peeking up slightly.

"For being our good little girl," Cassian said from where he was still cooking bacon, hazel eyes roving over you appreciatively.

"Hmm... I'm still mad at you," you sighed, letting yourself fall into Rhys's arms. Your nose just barely reached the crook of his neck, and you melted into him at his scent. "Morning Papa."

"Good morning to you too, baby," he said, arms holding you close as one hand rubbed up and down your back, just how you liked.

"Where's my hug?"

"In a minute, dada," you murmured into Rhys's chest. "Papa smells yummy today."

"Did you want a different surprise?" Rhys asked quietly in your ear, heat rushing between your thighs at what he was suggesting. You smiled brightly and nodded, a giggle escaping you when he hauled you into his arms.

"Hey!" Cassian yelled, and you saw him drop the spatula he was holding and move to follow, only to be stopped by Azriel's hand on his chest.

"Finish cooking the bacon, Cass. Then you can join us," Azriel said, his words growing fainter the closer that you got to the bedroom. You felt his shadows swirl around you, the only way that you knew Azriel was close.

Rhys set you on the bed gently, untying your dressing robe like a present on Solstice morning. "You're such a pretty girl, darling," he sighed, immediately spreading your thighs and sliding between them. "And such a pretty cunt, too."

His mouth was on you as Azriel moved over the bed, coming to claim your mouth. "Daddy," you sighed when his lips left yours, one hand coming to thread through his hair, the other through Rhys's.

"Hey, baby girl. You feeling good?" You nodded then moaned at the first flick of Rhys's tongue against your clit. Azriel's chuckle against your neck sent a wave of heat through you, doubled by his teeth biting down gently on the sensitive flesh.

"Gods, I take five minutes and you've already claimed her cunt, Rhys," Cassian chuckled, taking the space on your other side in the next moment. His mouth wrapped around one of your nipples, sucking and biting softly while his fingers played with your other breast.

Azriel paused his ministrations on your neck to respond, "Papa always does that, right baby?"

You nodded, gasping when a thick finger pressed inside of you, quickly followed by a second. "Pa-" your moan was cut off by Cassian's lips, your hands slipping from your other mates' hair to grip his instead. Your eyes screwed shut when Azriel's mouth covered your breast, teeth nipping at your sensitive bud. Cassian swallowed your moans, keeping your mouth occupied while Rhys and Azriel drove you to the edge.

A third finger slid into you with no resistance, and all it took was Rhys's fingers curling inside of you to have you at your peak, body going rigid with pleasure. Your daddies worked you through it, their gentle grip bringing you back to reality.

"You up for more, princess?" Daddy asked, his scarred fingers brushing over your cheek with reverence.

"Mm... Mhm," you moaned, well aware that Papa's fingers were still inside of you, stilled and waiting. "I want Dada first," you demanded, ready to reward him for the cooked bacon that you knew you'd be eating later. His patience in not running after you made him deserving after all.

"Good, I've been looking forward to pinning you down all morning," Cassian growled, nearly shoving Rhys from between your legs, shedding his pants as he went. He pressed the head of his cock into you, giving you a moment to adjust before he forged his was forward. You were breathless beneath him, hands clutching at the sheets. "You can take it, baby, just relax for dada, okay?"

You managed to nod, words escaping you for the moment. Your hands were pinned above your head a moment later, your other mates taking control of the rest of you.

"You gonna be good and take my cock, doll?" Azriel asked, already freeing himself from his pants. You nodded, gasping when his fingers pinched your nipple harshly. "Answer me."

"Y- yes, daddy," you said, just managing to push the words out before his cock was at your lips. You opened wide, letting him take what he needed from you, doing your best to control your gag reflex.

"Such a good girl for us," Rhys purred, his free hand playing with your breasts.

Already, you were overwhelmed with pleasure as your daddies used you. The way Azriel fucked your mouth without a care for your lungs made you clench around Cassian's cock, drawing a groan from him.

"Such a tight little pussy, baby. Are you going to come for me again?" You tried to nod, but Azriel's fingers threaded through your hair and held you fast, chasing his own release.

Pleasure built and built within you, bursting when Cassian lifted your hips slightly, somehow managing to reach even further within you.

You shook in their hold, desperate for air as Azriel spilled himself down your throat. You gasped when he pulled out, sucking down air greedily while your pleasure was drawn out by Cassian's cock, still moving within you. One peak rolled into the next, amplified when Cassian stilled inside of you with a groan, warmth flooding your core.

"My turn," Rhys said, pushing Cassian off of you without warning. "I want you to ride me, darling. Can you do that?"

"Yes, Papa," you moaned, following Rhys's guiding hands to straddle his hips. Your thighs were still shaking, but the hungry look in his eyes had you forgetting all about them.

You could do anything for them.

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[marcylimmac]

[ddejavvu]

cassian is like, ridiculously good at giving head. It’s of course because he likes it, and doesn’t have to be begged for scraps of affection. He doesn’t play about you, he’d lick the sweat from your armpits if you told him to and he’d probably do it even if you didn’t tell him to. So naturally when he gets between your legs he’s not messing around.

He eats like a man starved. He moans and groans into it, creating vibrations that flow to your core in such powerful bursts they’re what tip you over the edge sometimes. He’s sloppy, your slick coating his chin and nose and beard and cheeks, and more of it trailing over your body wherever he licks you. He growls into it sometimes, coaxing you over the edge, prying for your release, ‘come on, sweetheart, give it to me. let go, I wanna feel you finish in my mouth. I want you riding my fucking tongue- come on, let go.’

His tongue is sinfully good at its job, curling and twisting and slurping and sucking and flicking and pressing and licking until you’re screaming just as loud as you do when he’s pounding into you. It’s never less-than, it’s never inferior to other sex, cassian gives you his all every time. He pairs it with teeth and lips and hot breath, scraping his teeth against your clit, biting your thighs, panting against you as you come down from your high.

Sometimes he lets you clamp your thighs around his head. Sometimes he wants them putting pressure over his ears, blocking out everything that isn’t the taste of your pussy. Which he prefers to be actual pussy, by the way, so go ahead and put down those nasty floral soaps that fuck up your ph levels. He wants your pussy to taste like pussy. He rests your thighs on his broad, muscled shoulders, beefy biceps curving around them so that you’re free to slam them shut around his head and suffocate him in your hot, wet sex. He wants to die there, he wants to die with his tongue buried in your folds, his mouth full of the taste of you, his hair nearly ripped out from your grip on it.

Sometimes he pins your legs down so that you can’t move them at all. He loves being enveloped between your thighs but he loves pinning you down too, staring at your wide open cunt, spreading you open and devouring you with his eyes before he does it with his mouth. It gives him more surface area to drag his tongue across, it means he can flatten his tongue out and lick broad stripes over your sex that have you writhing beneath his muscled arms still holding you down. He likes to put your ankles by your ears, baring your entire backside to him as he licks and bites and sucks whatever he pleases.

He gets lost in his own pleasure sometimes, forgetting that you’re halfway to an orgasm and taking the time to drag his tongue out of your cunt and over your thighs, across your shuddering stomach, around your nipples and whatever red marks he creates from biting at your breasts. It brings you to tears sometimes, wanting so badly for his tongue to be back inside of you, but he always remembers to supplement it with his fingers until he kisses his way back down between your legs. He prefers to lay you down, one because of the easy access it grants him, and two because he intends to keep you there for a while, and he can’t have his pretty girl’s knees giving out on her, can he? So you’re always kicking out, legs flailing and shaking as he ravages your pussy with his mouth.

[ottosump]

I added pictures to try and explain the cartoon better!

[catchymemes]

[viostormcaller]

You really can’t find this type of humor anywhere else

[dogpuppy]

[dogpuppy]

[gothicbabydollz]

i just saw a tik tok saying that Lucien, Vassa and Jurian definitely f*cked.

And now all I’m thinking about is how you’re introduced to their little band of exiles and are invited to stay, to join. You hear them whenever the three are tangled up together and every night your fingers are buried between your legs. Imagining how Vassa’s tongue would feel gliding up your cunt, how Lucien’s fingers would reach so much deeper than your own and curl so perfect, how Jurian’s cock would fill you up so nicely. The picture is so beautiful in your head. Of Vassa’s blissed out expression as she bounces on Lucien’s cock, watching in awe as he sucks on Jurian’s length, gagging so prettily around him.

They’ve wanted you from the beginning but their silly, innocent little girl hasn’t picked up on their many advances. But Lucien’s heightened senses allows him to smell you every night you play with yourself to the sounds of them fucking.

So, one night they get you where they want. Naked. Sprawled out on the bed before them. Vassa’s cunt is dripping, she can’t wait to rub herself against you. Jurian’s eyes are glued to where you’re biting your lips, he wants them wrapped around his cock. And Lucien’s mouth waters at the sight of your glistening pussy, he’s hungry, he wants to bury his face between your thighs and make a mess.

Enjoy my last words.

That thought just killed me 🤞

[gothicbabydollz]

reblogging this cause it’s still my favourite thing atm

[stevenrogered]

I have been enduring intense conversation with myself.

[hiveswap]

Everyone go look up the song nasa banned from space

[hiveswap]

Don't forget to play it loud as fuck

[kowai-kabuki-tanuki]

please….listen to the whole thing. And imagine that you are IN SPACE in 1973 and you JUST woke up. Every time you adjust…it escalates somehow.

This song had to be designed in a lab for the sole purpose of fucking with astronauts. whoever added it to the NASA playlist was a genius.

[hiveswap]

It took them two tries to ban it?

[kvotheunkvothe]

[saywhat-politics]

[onethirdofimpossible]

Okay, I was just going to reblog this without commentary, but I can't keep this to myself. I'm a PhD student in environmental science and this is my fucking highway.

The first published study about climate change (that I am aware of-- feel free to point out if there's an older one) is an 1896 paper by Svante Arrhenius. He pointed out the link between the greenhouse effect and changes in atmospheric CO2.

Plate tectonics, which the geoscience community now recognizes as near indisputable, was a fringe theory until about the 1960s.

Just in case anyone thought that climate change was a "recent fad" in research.