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MONSTER (モンスター) (2004)

INTRO

dir. by Masayuki Kojima

[missrobinn]

CAPTAIN CARTER vs THANOS

What If | season 2

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WANDAVISION (2021) - Episode 3: Now in Color

Together one plus one is family!

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𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘. ━━ ❦ caliban, the prince of hell.

𝐀/𝐍— ❦ hi! this is my first caliban imagine in almost over a year n omg it feels so amazin writing for my baby again... hope y’all like this. also, i changed the request just the tiniest bit... there is fluff, but it also got a lil dirty in some parts? sorry, anon! anyways, please reblog, like n share if you enjoyed this lil thing. also, feedback is very much appreciated! thank you for reading.♡

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓— ❦ ANON ASKED; Can I please request a Caliban imagine where the reader (female) is mortal but he’s superrrr whipped for her and calls her “my lady” and keeps saying how much he loves her and is just really sweet to the reader??? Thank you. Xx // also, you may send in a request(s) here.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘— ❦ caliban, the prince of hell, is totally whipped for his girl, you.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆— ❦ caliban x fem!reader.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒— ❦ 18+! slut shaming! fluff n mentions of sexual themes! adult language! & any grammatical mistakes are my own!

𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵.

♡࿐ Caliban was in love. No, scratch that. He was so fucking in love, it hurt. The whole ‘love’ thing was new to him, like a foreign language one was just beginning to learn. Once he started feeling this strange emotion, it was like he became a whole new person. In his eyes, he saw himself as a better, new and improved version of himself.

Caliban always thought love to be a weakness, that he didn’t need it or that he felt it wasn’t worth his time. But with you, it was different. It felt different. Because of you, he was in love. Happily so, might I add. The two of you have only been dating for a little less than a year, but unholy Satan, it felt like decades had passed. It was like the two of you knew each other for centuries.

In all honesty, Caliban thought he would’ve been alone for all of eternity, which at the time, he was perfectly content with the thought of that. At least, before you – he was used to bringing whores to his bed chambers every night. Whilst he enjoyed himself most of the time, when he grew bored and had no more desire for said whore any longer – he’d either toss them aside, or kill them.

Although, now was different... All because of you. Speaking of you, Caliban had just finished ordering one of his most trusted followers to bring you to his chambers – and shall there be even a single scratch on you, he’d tear them apart limb by limb and watch with glee as their souls burned in the pits of Hell. “My Lord, as you requested, here is Lady –“

“Yes, yes – Beelzebub, you may go. Now.” Caliban commanded carelessly, looking up to see you stepping around Beelzebub cautiously, your eyes lighting up at the sight of him. Caliban smirked, standing up from the leather chair he was resting on, tossing the book he was reading aside and rushing towards you, wrapping you in his strong arms. Beelzebub bowed respectfully, but not before throwing you a disgusted look on his way out, the large wooden doors slamming shut behind him.

“Caliban,” you greeted, your heartbeat starting to race. You felt like a lovesick fool. “I – I can’t believe..why d-did you...?” you stuttered, craning your neck back to look up at the handsome Prince. “I can’t believe you sent one of the Plague Kings to come and get me,” you gasped, sounding like you were trying to keep that information strictly a secret. “You know I’m not supposed to be down here and what if –“

Caliban smiled down at you, quickly silencing your worried ramblings as he bent his knees down slightly to press his lips against yours, both of his hands reaching up to cup your face, your lips meeting in a frenzied, passionate kiss. You practically whimpered into the kiss, parting your lips as you felt your boyfriends tongue run across your bottom lip, knowing what he sought out for. Once your lips parted, Caliban wasted no time in slipping his warm tongue inside of your mouth, tasting you and groaning at how sweet you tasted, both of his thumbs lovingly stroking each of your warmed cheeks as he kissed you senseless.

“I missed you,” Caliban groaned into the kiss roughly, suggestively grinding his hips into your pelvis. You giggled in response, running your tongue along his, your teeth slightly clashing together with his, but neither of you cared enough to stop. You two could never get enough of each other – ever.

Your hands ran up to tangle themselves into his dirty blond hair, digging your fingernails into his scalp, causing him to hiss in pleasure. “I missed you more,” you breathed, before opening your mouth wider for him, feeling Caliban’s tongue run over the roof of your mouth. Next, he started slowly sucking on your tongue, swirling your tongue around with his, almost choking you in the process with how long his tongue was, but you didn’t care. If you had it your way, you’d never stop kissing him. Fuck, he tasted amazing... like spearmint gum and some sort of sugary sweet, he tasted delicious.

Then, Caliban began to run both of his warm hands down your sides, gripping and squeezing and touching and – fuck. He was so amazing and perfect. You loved him so much, he drove you absolutely mental sometimes. His hands were so big and strong and you were so obsessed with them when they were caressing you, you swear the feeling of his skin on yours was pure euphoria.

“My Lady,” Caliban murmured, trailing his lips to the corner of your mouth, then to your cheek, kissing it tenderly. “My Lady, my lady, my lady...” Caliban praised, causing your stomach to erupt in butterflies and your pussy to start gushing uncontrollably, knowing how much it drove you wild when he called you his lady, like you were royalty. Which, in his eyes, you were. You were his, always.

Caliban’s lips moved down to your neck, kissing the skin underneath your ear so gently that it barely felt like he was doing anything, while his hands were now firmly massaging and gripping your ass through your tight jeans. “Caliban,” you sighed, growing frustrated, your pussy now starting to clench down on nothing but thin air. You wanted him, you wanted him so badly you thought you’d snap any second.

It’s been days since he last visited you in your bedroom in the Mortal realm, and he fucked you so good and hard that night that the next day, you could barely walk. That night he was absolutely feral, he wasted no time in fucking your brains out, and you could’ve sworn you felt his cock in your guts as he pounded into you from behind that night. Although, that goes without saying that hours before, he was a complete tease. Eating you out for hours without letting you cum, which made you annoyed and crazy and you really thought you’d start crying hysterically if he didn’t quit his teasing then. Luckily – for the both of you – he did, and he – of course – slowly and sensually slid his cock deep inside of you, before fucking you like a good little slut.

Caliban loved you, there was no denying it. He’d do just about anything for you if you asked him, and he could be so sweet and charming, and most of the time so cruel, just the way you liked him to be. But praise Satan, he knew how to fuck you just right, like when to be soft and gentle and affectionate, with a dark twist of being rough and quick and downright sinful. You swore it was a talent only he possessed, which wouldn’t be a total shock since he did live in and helped rule Hell sometimes.

“My Lady,” Caliban sighed, grabbing your attention as you came back down to – well, Hell – and looked back up at him, snapping out of your sexual daydream. “Hmmm?” you questioned, batting your eyelashes up at the scowling Prince. Fuck, he was so pretty. The Prince of Hell smirked down at you, reaching one hand up to gently grasp your chin with long fingers, holding it as he examined your pretty face up closely and rubbed his calloused thumb over your swollen, bottom lip.

“Was my angel daydreaming again?” he chastised, his tone sickly sweet, as if he were talking to a five year old girl. You were always so fucking cute, playing dumb and naïve, but he knew you knew better. And oh, oh – he was teasing you, the bastard. Two can play that game. As expected though, your plans always seemed to backfire on you as you unconsciously started to rub your clothed thighs together desperately, knowing what was about to come.

Fuck the consequences.

So, you played along, praying that he would have mercy on you tonight. “No, my Lord, I’d never disobey –“ Caliban snorted, cutting you off completely as you amused him at your failure of attempting to lie to him. Him, of all people. Caliban chuckled, shaking his head fondly and kissing your lips once more, making you respond instantly as you stood on the tips of your toes, kissing him back eagerly. Your arms reached up to wrap themselves around his neck once more, pulling him so close that both your chests were pressed so tightly together, your hearts beating against one another’s as one.

Before speaking, Caliban wrapped you tightly in his arms, interlocking his fingers together behind your back, resting his interlocked hands right above your ass. “My Lady, I thought you learned your lesson the other night,” Caliban spoke in false kindness, leaning down to lightly drag his tongue along the shell of your ear. You hummed quietly, tilting your head slightly to give your boyfriend more access, feeling excitement flow throughout your body. Or, were you just a horny little slut, like your boyfriend said you were?

Caliban paused, taking in a short breath, feeling his cock harden almost unbearably at the thought of punishing you again, just like a couple of nights ago. “Bad girls don’t get to cum unless they tell the truth. And you, my lady – have sinned.”

fin

[hadeswrxtes]

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“I brought more dead fish.” He removed his bow from across his chest and passed it over to one of his guildmates, who reached for his quiver as well to take note of their inventory.

Name: LilacConnection: Guild mate, fellow archer and past fling

Lilac and him had been in the same training class since day 1. They joined Catalyst at the same time and had been the top archers of their batch, always going head to head for the number one spot. Their rivalry was friendly (when they weren’t hurling insults at each other) and though he wouldn’t admit it when sober, she pushed him to be better. 

And then they started sleeping with each other and things kind of got complicated. They never told anyone, always hiding in closets or sneaking around at night. It was fun while it lasted, but Hades soon was promoted to Battle Strategist and Lilac moved on to training their newer recruits. 

They laugh about it now, and only recently did it come out that they had slept together once upon a time (Gemini was a terrible gossip, especially when intoxicated). Lilac’s girlfriend enjoys teasing Hades about it whenever she can. 

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Jude’s best friend growing up (she lived next door and they went to the same school) was Ria Stevenson . After Jude went away to college, the two kept in touch, calling nearly every day, and Jude asked her to be her maid of honor when her ex proposed just before they entered Velia together. They may have also kissed as youths. A lot. For practice. 

[usernameachilles]

“many atrocities have been done in the name of the greater good.”

a court of mist and fury sentence starters !!   @userluna

Lecture Hall (Pt 1)

Rowan eyes landed on the sullen face of Ophelia in the front row of the lecture hall. Not at all surprised that she had spoken up now; she often made it a habit of giving her two cents in the middle of his lectures. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was arguably one of his best students… he would have kicked her out of his lectures a long time ago.

“By all mean Miss Sousa,” he said a smirk on the corner of his lips as he crossed his arms. “ Beguile us with your thoughts.” stretching his hand out for her to continue. 

She raised a brow, placing her pen down. Leaning towards him almost in a challenge. “ Had someone not been brave enough to do what was needed then nothing would have changed. It’s not pretty but it was necessary, isn’t that more important.” 

“ Sure. I’m sure that's how dictators spun it too.” he chuckled, garnering a few chuckles from his ethics class. “So my next question Miss Sousa. Where does it stop? If we approach it with your view in mind, that atrocities are a necessary product to obtain the by product of good, what’s to stop the world from breaking out into chaos. When is enough, enough?”

Rowan eyes scanned the room,  Ophelia remained quiet as did the rest of the class. “ It’s a slippery slope isn’t it? When the only way to obtain peace is through monstrous deeds. Thats when a person or nations ethical standing comes into play even more. Because the answer to that question is unknown. We are govern by our own moral compass. The dictator that said the spilling of innocent blood is needed for survival will have people who fall in line because logic says that one plus one equals two. Ethics forces people to look beyond the logic to find truth in the grey area and govern their behavior   according to their moral principles .”  His gaze landed back on Ophelia now, eyes kind and warm. “Any one else like to add onto Miss Sousa’s comment?”

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[Mean girls (i picked it whatever)]

Ismitta, had little time to herself nowadays, constantly planning large parties and events, school, social life, her reputation. These things were most important to her, and Bri, they had a very meticulously manicured look they had to maintain. Ismitta had no shame in her trust fund baby status, or in the fact that technically she grew up in a castle, it made her even more of a princess, besides the obviousness of her birth. It was something she’d never admit, but she was afraid of how hard it would have been to make friends, like in the past, even when she was young. Bri didn’t have as much of a hard time, but Ismitta, she was always so prideful, brash, so self conscious, and it showed in her interactions. But Ophelia never seemed bothered by her behavior and inherit catty-ness. She was like, another sister, her skin thick and her clapbacks strong as fuck, un-admittedly Ismitta loved that, and the little bickering they did. Bri was already at their usual lunch spot, Ophelia beside her, doing what she did best, giving Bri the low down on everything, well researched and well informed on local gossip. Her sources, always A plus. Ismitta, sat on the other side of her, the twins flanking O, “Reclaiming my time.” She blurted out, avoiding Ophelia’s irritation by meeting her twins gaze, before placing an apologetic hand on O’s back. “Just for a second, but I have to tell you something so much more important than these peasant on goings. We always have time to mastermind later. I’m throwing yet another gala, for the coming fall solstice.”