#it’s A FUCKING SANDWICH

[slicksquid]

me not having any insane awful asshole customer experiences for my 3 years working at this place has come to an end

[frog-0n-a-l0g]

That’s just a chick-fil-a sandwich w no top bun

Is this so outa pocket for you?

[bearsandswears]

Revisiting the conversation you can have with Gale about Halsin’s proposition. I think it should be worse.

[shotmrmiller]

the trope of you accidentally catching a peek of someone having sex with another and instead of fucking off you stick around and hope they don't find out except they already know but:

you're roommates with active military soap and it works because he's hardly there, he's real easy to be friends with and when his hands wander it's not totally repulsive because he's hot.

and then he brings his boyfriend over and you'd only meant to get some ice cream from the freezer but they left the door cracked open. you, as the good friend he doesn't fucking deserve, close the door while keeping your eyes glued to the ceiling and go about your day.

(you're so teasing him about the fact that he sounds like a bleating sheep while getting rawdogged lmaoooo)

but the one that catches you in the kitchen minding your own business isn't soap. it's his boyfriend. and his boyfriend is as forward as a freight train on a downhill slope.

"saw ya lookin' at us."

? you did no such thing.

"if ya were lookin' for a fuck, coulda just said so."

you were doing no such thing but it doesn't matter because you're but a simple hot blooded individual and having two doting meat heads fighting over who gets to taste you first is something out of a romance book.

[pixiecaps]

​big fan of whatever this was

[hausdellamorte]

rook and lucanis make go crazy i swear

rook is the first kind voice he's heard in a year and they're here for him specifically.

lucanis has spite who he thinks has turned him into someone else to escape their prison meanwhile rook has solas actively turning them into someone he needs to escape his prison

lucanis flirted with viago by giving him a knife and the first thing rook grabs for him is a knife... with wyvern nonetheless.

lucanis is trapped in the fade with his past regrets and sorrows and fears keeping him there. rook is trapped in the fade with their past regrets and sorrows and fears keeping them there.

lucanis initially fears he never actually escaped the ossuary. rook struggles with accepting that they actually made it out of solas' prison.

rook pulled lucanis out of his prison. lucanis pulls them out of theirs.

lucanis kills ghilan'nain, mother of monsters. rook kills elgar'nan, god of vengeance.

[oxymoronicdumbass]

second stage of fandom is wanting to make a reference to your show, but not being able to because the reference is to a fanfic, and it is almost guaranteed that even among fellow members of the fandom, nobody will understand what you are talking about

[feketeribizli]

diversity win! the cars from your childhood are bisexual

[klintoris]

Keep going im close….

[miraculouslumination]

"But AI makes art more accessible to disabled people!" your AI schlop is clogging the search results and making it actively MUCH MORE DIFFICULT for ANY artist to find a real reference for their project

[spoonmoment69420]

HE IS SO 💥💥💥💥💥

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

[fettuccin-e]

Tag-Teaming

Kinktober Day 5: Threesome

Tags: Frankie "Catfish" Morales x Reader x Santiago "Pope" Garcia, afab!fem!reader, tag-teaming, unprotected piv (wrap it up gang dont be dumb), fingering and oral (f!recieving), Santi and Frankie both have filthy mouths how dare they (w/c: 1.1K)

A/N: I have been wanting to write a Santi x Frankie x Reader fic for forever okay and kinktober really gave me an excuse, but writing threesomes is so HARD (in more ways than one hehehe) so props to anyone who can write threesomes regularly because it's so difficult. Anyway these two can sandwich me between them anytime (I have been following prompts from this list by @flightlessangelwings!)

It shouldn’t surprise you how good they are together, how well they work. They’re a team. They've always been a team. Why would this be any different?

But fuck, it’s so much different experiencing it, not just seeing it in the field. Frankie plastered against your back, your legs braced over his thighs as he spreads you apart, spreading you so wide for Santiago. Fucking Santi, his cock pressed so deep inside you it’s like you can’t breathe, pressing kiss after kiss to your lips as he breaks you open around him.

“Fuck her harder Pope,” Frankie grumbles, pinching your aching clit between two wonderfully calloused fingers. “Fuck her like you goddamn mean it.” His voice in your ear, his filthy fucking mouth, make your cunt clench around Santi’s cock, and the man groans at both the feeling and Frankie’s command, pounding his cock into you hard.

Frankie rubs furiously at your clit, sending your back arching against his chest, gasping for air. “That’s it, baby, that’s it. Let yourself fuckin’ feel it. Santi’s cock feels so good, doesn’t it?”

“God, yes, oh my fucking God,” you whine. Santi chuckles, all smugness and delirious pleasure. He rocks into you at an angle that has him jamming into your sweet spot relentlessly. “He feels so fucking good, ‘s so fucking big.”

Santi leans forward again, capturing your lips with his. “You think I’m big, hermosa, I can’t wait to see how you take Frankie’s cock. He’s gonna split you apart, stretch this pussy so fuckin’ wide,” Santi mutters against your mouth.

The thought makes you moan, pressing back against the unmistakable length of Frankie's cock, hard and aching, pressed against your skin. You hear Frankie suck in a labored breath, his fingers pausing on your clit. “You wanna cum, sweetheart?" Santi says, his voice dark with promise. "Get all loose to take Frankie so deep in this little cunt?”

This time, Frankie groans from behind you, deep and rumbling. The sound is intoxicating, especially as his fingers start rubbing at your pussy all over again. An endless mantra of “please, please, please,” escapes from your lips, and Santi growls, fucking into you so hard it makes tears spring to your eyes. You claw at Santi’s back, into Frankie’s forearm, gripping onto them both for dear life.

“C’mon, baby, cum on Santi’s cock, bet you look so pretty when you do. Wanna feel this pretty pussy clench around his cock,” Frankie murmurs darkly in your ear. He snakes his other hand up for body, pinching one of your nipples between his fingers. “Don’t you want to see Santi cum, cariño? Won’t he look so pretty?” 

A look up at Santi, his curls drenched with sweat, flush high on his cheeks as his hips work between yours, has you nodding furiously at Frankie’s words, and fuck, you’re cumming at the sight of him, of Santi, so beautiful and debauched between your thighs. Your body locks up with it, your pussy clenching around his length still working into you, Frankie holding you tightly to his chest as Santi fucks you through it.

“Fuck, yes, that’s it,” Santi growls, pressing himself as deep into you as he can, his hips twitching as he fills you up. And God, Frankie was right, Santi is beautiful, twitching through his orgasm, jaw clenched and pupils blown wide. He leans forward to kiss you in a way that is fucking filthy, licking into your mouth desperately, swallowing your moans. You breathe together through it, and when you finally stop trembling, Santi pulls away from your mouth with a feral grin.

“Wanna give Fish a turn, baby?” he whispers, and you manage to mumble a yes, even though your brain has been turned to mush. Santi chuckles, the smug bastard, and slips out of you, the emptiness making you whimper.

“I know, bebita, I know,” Santi says, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Frankie’s gonna fill you up again, I promise.”

You lift your hips, turning  your head to press a kiss to Frankie’s lips as Santi grabs Frankie's cock, pressing the tip to your entrance. Fuck, it’s thick, popping past your entrance as you sink your hips down, down, stretching yourself around him. It seems fucking endless, how deep he reaches into your cunt.

“That’s it, baby, it’s so big, isn’t it?" Santi whispers, "Frankie fills you up so good, yeah? Treats this pretty pussy like it fucking deserves?”

“Santiago.” Frankie growls, his fingers digging into your thighs as you clench around him like a vice at Santi’s words. Fuck, he’s so close already. Watching Pope fuck you already had his cock throbbing beneath you, and now, in the hot clutch of your cunt, he feels like a goddamn virgin. And with Santiago whispering some of the filthiest shit he’s ever heard in his life between the three of you, there’s no way he can last very long.

He’ll make you cum first though. Of course he will.

You nearly scream as Frankie pumps his hips up beneath you, spearing you deep on his cock. He holds tight to your thighs as he pounds furiously in and out of you, ripping you to pieces on top of him. He’s so fucking warm against your back, Santi radiating heat against your front, and you swear to God that you could pass out then and there. Fuck, it’s so good, Frankie’s cock drags against your g-spot with every fucking thrust, unrelenting and utterly debilitating.

And then, Santi lays down on his front, eyes trained on where you and Frankie are connected, and sucks your clit into his hot mouth.

This time, you really do scream, your hands flying down to tangle in Santi’s hair while he licks feverishly at your clit, and you cum, Santi licking between your legs, Frankie pounding up into your cunt. You thrash between them, utterly lost in the feeling of it, hot tears leaking down your cheeks.

“Fuck yes, baby, that’s our good girl,” Frankie groans from behind you.

“Please, please cum Frankie, need you to fucking cum,” you cry, and Frankie has no choice but to follow your orders. He sinks deep inside, biting into your shoulder as he drowns your pussy in his cum. The thought of it mixing with Pope’s inside of you has him shaking through his orgasm.

“God, look at that,” Santi murmurs from between your legs, watching you clench around Frankie so tight he can barely move, cum leaking out around where Frankie is buried deep inside you. His cock twitches at the sight. Later, he thinks, later, we’ll do this again, over and over.

For now, he helps Fish guide you off of his lap, laying you between them. The three of you plaster yourselves against each other, breathing together. A unit, a team. 

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[nappingmoon]

thanks to that fic i’m now thinking of mewling out a little “umeeee” when uraumes got your face in their hands.

your entire body jolting rhythmically as sukuna thrusts his hips against yours, filling you so well each time. he’s grinning at them over your back, teeth glinting in the dim light, menacing and seductive at once. when uraume looks down at the tears lining your eyes, your pout wobbly and eyebrows furrowed together in frustration and need, they find it harder to breathe.

“please, please, ume kiss me I need it!” you cry, voice crackly and whiney thanks to the screams you’ve let out all night. contrary to the belief of many of the concubines, he does not take you every night. sukuna spent centuries without sex, finding the pleasure of orgasms second to that of eating food. that is, of course, until he met you. being intimate with you gave him a high not even slaughtering entire towns for feasts did. even so, his libido does not match yours. after spending so long without regular inter course, his refractory period was much longer than a humans’. once he came, it could take days until he was ready again.

that meant that every time he was ready, you were at his mercy, subject to every whim and behaving to his exact liking. his occasional nick name for you, doll, was not the endearing term many others use it as. you truly are his little doll, existing to please only him in these moments.

and yet, when he found out about uraumes little crush, he found the idea of bringing them in to watch him play with his doll enthralling. and, as kings do, he got what he wanted.

now here you are drooling, begging to be touched more, to be kissed more, needing more, more, more. since adding uraume to your dynamic, your pleasure has been much more of the focus of these sessions, which, while possibly sounding enticing, has led to your utter ruin. the overstimulation takes over all your senses— muddling thoughts and releasing you of your power over your body. all you can do is be tossed around by your lovers, paying no mind to the numerous marks now littering your body. they serve as small mementos of these sessions during your recovery days following.

and even though all coherent thoughts seem to have escaped you, something in you knows that though you’ll never be able to break your king, uraume is where you’ll find your bidding done.

it is why, when you plead sweetly, tears finally spilling onto your cheeks and chin desperately seeking their touch, uraume gives in, leaning down and pressing their lips against yours. firmness and intent meet a lolling tongue and satisfied giggles and uraume knows that even though they will get punished later for giving in, the sound of your pleasure spilling into their mouth is enough to make it all worth it.

[dragonroilz]

he doesnt know

[wigglebox]

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