#so I think it's totally ok for you to use some of these tips so you can help yourself in bad moments without reaching out

[icewindandboringhorror]

sometimes looking at like Self Help Strategies lists for the symptoms I'm having is always just like:

thing that I already do

thing I have tried 10 times

thing I already do

thing that I don't have the money to do

thing I already do

thing I've been doing since I was 10yrs old to no avail

thing that is impossible given my situation

thing that doesn't apply to me

thing that I already do

thing I have already tried

hrmm, oh wait, maybe finally- OH, yeah.. okay. thing that I already do but it was just phrased slightly differently

thing I have already done

[maxxiemoa]

Erik Campbell x virgin reader

An: I LOVE WRITING FOR YALL! The response I’ve been getting on my posts, especially my Erik ones, has been so lovely. I can’t wait to write more for y’all. I hope you freaks like this one. It’s very long. Just like him. WHO SIAD THAT?!??!?

Summary: readers first time with Erik and first time in general. M4afab (no gender talk but afab anatomy)

Warnings: Nsfw, thigh riding, fingers in mouth, sex, lack of condom, virginity taking, piercings, talk of penis piercing (ps I’m imagining his is pierced with a bar right under his tip) , MINORS DNI

You and Erik have been friends since you started working at the shop. You love clocking into work. It’s like being payed to hang out with your best friend and bitch about your boss. You have recently been over to his house for bbq parties. His family is sweet. Bobby is so close with Erik so it’s no surprise you two became quick friends. Julia is so fun to gossip with. She tells you about what her weird neighbors have been getting up to late at night while the two of you watch terrible reality tv. You have come to learn that Charlie is basically the family’s adopted son. He’s sweet. He comes over after school and tells us all about his crappy teachers and girls he had a crush’s on.

Erik is sweet. He’s the perfect mix of stupid immature boy and a genuine friend. The two of you were up in his room working on your tattoo books. He was drawing some basic flower designs and I was working on some vine work.

I lean over to see how his work is coming along and one of the designs catches my eye. “Oh I like that one. I’d totally let you tattoo that one on my arm or something” he rolls up the sleeve of my jacket and points to where he thinks it would look best.

“Maybe one of these days after the shop closes I can do it. You want it in color?” He asks obviously knowing I don’t want it in color and that he is teasing me. “Yeah I want it in pink to match with my black wardrobe and other black ink tattoos. How did you know?” I shove him playfully and he exaggeratedly scoffs at me.

We start shoving each other and soon all of our drawing supplies is kicked off the bed. He picks up a pillow and swings it at my face. This means war. I pick up one of his pillows and start walking him with it unforgivingly. Somewhere in the fight he looses his pillow and wrestles me for mine. I put up a good fight but he eventually grabs the pillow from my hands and throws it away from me. He grabs pushes me down on the bed seeing that I was trying to make a grab for the pillows on the floor.

I am pined on the bed and trying to wiggle my way out. We are both laughing uncontrollably. “Not so strong are we now?” He taunts me as he pins my legs down with his.

“Ok, ok I give up. I surrender. You win. Now get off of me you are crushing me.” I look him in the eyes and realize just how close he is to me. His body is right on top of mine. His long hair is falling past his face and tickling mine. He has my wrists in his hands as he traps my legs between his. He is essentially straddling my body.

I suddenly became so aware of how immobilized I was. It made my body start to feel warm. Erik picked up on my sudden change in demeanor. “What You’ve never been pinned to a bed before?” He asks me raising an eyebrow at me. “N..no. I’ve never had anyone this close to me before” I can feel myself progressively getting more red. Sure I’ve noticed how attractive Erik is. Long brown hair, pretty blues eyes, and my god his pierced body. I haven’t seen all of his piercings but I know of them. What I wouldn’t do to see them. To feel them.

I am snapped out of my wander state of mind when I feel Erik pull me up and close to his body. “Are you telling me no boy has even taken you to his house and laid you on his bed and had his way with you? Really? A pretty thing like you?

At this point my heart is pounding in my chest. Being this close to him I can smell his faint cologne. He mostly smells of pen ink and sweat. He pulls me onto his lap and runs his fingers through my hair. “You seem shy babe. Now don’t tell me you are a virgin.” His questions pull me deeper into my venerability. He looks at me with a growing smirk on his face. “You are! I’m gonna have fun with you”

With his fingers tangled in my hair he pulls me close and our lips meet. It’s sweet and he tastes like mint gum. He starts off slow and lets me set the pace. Once he can tell I am getting the hang of it he pushes his tongue past my lips and rolls it around my mouth. The metal ball of my piercing is being pushed around as our tongues swirl into each others.

He parts his legs a bit and pats his thigh. “Swing your leg over and I’ll show you what to do” I do as he says and now I am straddling his right thigh. He gives me a look and I can tell what he is trying to tell me. I slowing start moving my hips back and forth on his leg. I start to feel the warmth grow in between my thighs. His hands are on my waist helping me along. One of his hands snakes up my back and sends shivers through my body.

He catches my lips with his and I increase my pace. With his hands guiding my hips I take the opportunity to explore his chest with my hands. I let my fingers run over his pierced nipples with caution. He lets out a breathy laugh.

“You like my piercings baby?” With one quick motion he pulls his shirt off his body and I am now face to face with his unclothed chest. The sight of his toned figure has me unconsciously whimpering. My hands ghost over his body and trace his tattoos. God I need him. I’ve never so much as kissed anyone before today and here I am whimpering and clinging to the little friction I am getting from grinding on his thigh.

I guess it’s quite obvious how desperate I am for more of him as he pulls me off of his leg and starts unbuckling his jeans. “We can start slow. I’ll show you what to do but you let me know if you want to stop at any point.” He tells me to kneel on the ground and I do as I’m told.

My head is now at the same level of his crotch. His bulge is very obvious through his black boxers. He is huge. Sure I have nothing to compare it too but I can’t help but notice it is above average. Before I can think about what he is going to have me do his boxers are now around his ankles and quickly kicked aside.

I had always thought he was joking when he said his cock was pierced. I thought he was just being funny and I never took the idea seriously. But here I am, face to dick with his pierced tip. The bar goes through the underneath of his pink tip. Thinking about the delicious pain he went through to get that piercing have my walls clenching around nothing.

“Fuck….” Is all I can manage to get out before he is sticking his fingers in my mouth. “Suck” he says is a subductivly demanding tone. He lets me swirl my tongue around his fingers curiously. He pulls them in and out of my mouth and with every thrust I can feel his fingers going deeper and deeper in my throat. Fuck it feels good.

He pulls his fingers out abruptly and I whine at the empty feeling I am left with. “I know baby I know” he coos at me brushing my hair sweetly. “Now I want you to be so good for me and take my cock in your mouth just like that baby. Do you think you can take it?” I nod eagerly and lick my lips in anticipation.

He lines his glistening tip up with my lips and I take his tip into my mouth. The taste of his pre cum is slightly salty and his metal tasting piercing have me wanting more. He grabs a fist full of my hair and slowly pushes more of his length into my throat. He painstakingly pulls in and out of my mouth and I moan around him.

Soon I am getting the hang of it and I am bobbing my head up and down his length. I get a little too ambitious and take more of him than I can handle and I gag hard around him. I pull off of him to catch my breath and he pulls away.

“You are doing such a good job for me baby. Come up on the bed now.” His voice is soft and makes me feel floaty. He guides me to lay down on the bed and he pulls my clothes off. I feel shy but safe with him. He once again sticks his fingers in my mouth. This time I don’t need to be told what to do and I suck on them moaning as they dip deeper into my throat. When he pulls his fingers out of my mouth they quickly disappear into me. The abruptness of his finger in my folds makes me squirm underneath him.

“So good and wet for me aren’t you. Do you think you can handle another finger?” He lays a few kisses on my thighs and I nod my head as I let my eyes close. Two of his long calloused fingers are thrusting in and out of my virgin cunt. Sure I’ve masterbated before but I’d really never fingered myself. But holy fuck does it feel good. It doesn’t take long before I become a complete mess moaning and buckling my hips into his touch.

He pulls his fingers out of out of me and uses one hand to pull my leg to the side and his other to line himself up with my hole. My own wetness makes it easy for him to teasingly slide his tip up and down my folds. God that piercing would feel so good inside me I just know it. And I don’t have to wonder for too long as he pushes the tip of him inside me. He takes my whimpering as a sign to push deeper into me. He stops moving and lightly dances his fingers up and down the inner of my thigh.

“Please…please more…please don’t stop Erik” I try and move my hips to continue the lovely feeling of him filling me up but he grabs my thighs and keeps me in place.

“Angel, I’m not even all the way in. It’s your first time, I want to take it slow and give you a chance to adjust.

I make eye contact with him and use my deer like eyes to plead with him. Whimpering and pouting my lips, he folds.

“You are so needy baby, do you really think you can take a few more inches?” He asks me and is suprised when I start frantically nodding.

After a a few more inches Erik bottoms out. His pelvis is flush with mine and it feels so good. He is not too big but just big enough to fill me up all the way. I will admit feeling him stretch me out I can’t help but wonder if it hurt because it is my first time or because of the girth of his boyfriend cock.

He holds my legs as he thrusts in and out of me. Slowly increasing the speed until we are both moaning and sloppily making out. His teeth nip at the soft flesh of my neck and it has me clenching around him. His pace starts to get sloppy and he starts to grab at my body. Pulling on my hair, nipping at my skin, clawing at my back. The sweet pain of his actions has him sending me other the edge. I grab onto the blankets on the bed and manage to mutter out “Erik….fuck..I’m gonna..”

He speeds up his pace and we both crash over the edge together. He pulls out of me but quickly fills me again with his fingers as he pumps his length. In a few moments he is cumming on my stomach and fingering me through my orgasm.

Erik and I are left trying to catch our breaths as we lay next to each other on the bed. After a few moments Erik gets up and pulls his boxers back on. He goes into the bathroom and come back with a warm wet towel and cleans my up. He throws the towel to the ground and pulls his shirt over my head. We lay together in his bed and drift off to sleep.

[nekonaps0]

Ok. This is the first time in a long time I asked someone for something on Tumblr.

What if the Housewardens/dorm leaders found out that Female MC is the daughter of the goddess of Love and Beauty. Aphrodite!

I’ll totally understand if you don’t feel like doing this. I’m like so nervous. ;-;

Your little high and mighty

✦fem!reader

✦characters: dorm leaders

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle was already struggling with how effortlessly you turned heads. You were always so graceful, eloquent, heart-stoppingly lovely… and he hated how flustered he got in your presence.

But when Crowley casually mentions your divine heritage during a Housewarden meeting, Riddle nearly drops his teacup.

“A-Aphrodite?! You’re her daughter?! That’s why everyone becomes irrational around you…”

He goes red to the tips of his ears.

He spends the next week rereading Every Magical Law About Deities & Demigods, trying not to look at you too long or think about how good you looked the last time you smiled at him.

Eventually, he admits to himself

“It makes sense. You’re love incarnate… no wonder I couldn’t help falling.”

Leona Kingscholar

He always knew there was something dangerous about you. The way you walked, spoke, smirked at him, everything about you screamed temptation. He told himself you were just annoying.

But when Jack slip your parentage after accidental.

Leona stares. Blinks. Scoffs.

“Makes sense. Aphrodite’s kid, huh? Guess that explains why every guy in this school loses their damn mind around you.”

He acts cool, but the knowledge kills him. Now every time he looks at you, he can't help but imagine you lounging on some cloud in a silk robe, dripping in divine perfume.

He starts avoiding you.

…Only to later press you into a wall with a growl:

“Tell me right now, herbivore—did you use your mom’s powers to mess with my head, or is this just how you are?”

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul always prided himself on control, charm, and strategy.

So why did he fumble words every time you got close? Why did the lounge fill to bursting on days you worked a shift there?

Then one night, Floyd lets it slip:

“Shrimpy’s a demigod~! Her mama’s that hot love lady~!”

Azul spills his drink. His first reaction is panic.

“Does this mean I signed a business contract with a goddess’s daughter?! Oh Seven…”

He spirals. Hard.

But once he calms down, it all clicks—your allure, your emotional intelligence, your strange way of getting even the most stubborn eel to obey. Eventually, he shyly pulls you aside.

“I… I hope you don’t think I treated you differently because of your heritage. It’s just… you’ve always been radiant.”

Idia Shroud

Idia almost short-circuits. He learns about your divine heritage through an obscure, outdated wiki link Ortho finds—and immediately spirals.

“This is a love interest route I’m not leveled for!! She’s literally part of the Olympic pantheon!”

He becomes too afraid to talk to you, convinced you’re out of his league. He avoids eye contact, stammers more than usual.

Eventually, you confront him with a smile and a soft,

“You don’t have to treat me like a goddess, you know.”

He turns neon pink.

“T-Too late! You’ve already unlocked my heart’s hidden event!”

Malleus Draconia

Malleus is intrigued. A goddess’s daughter? A being who understands the weight of lonely legacy?

He’s not threatened, he’s fascinated. Your aura has always glowed in ways beyond the human, and now that he knows why… he feels closer to you.

“Daughter of Aphrodite… I wonder, does your magic rival mine?”

There’s a strange kinship in your connection now, two ancient bloodlines drawn to one another.

“I, too, know what it means to live among mortals, yet never truly be one of them.”

And when he next kisses your hand, it lingers. Reverent.

“Let us walk this strange mortal world together, my radiant deity.”

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim is the most excited of all. When he finds out from Jamil (who knew, but definitely didn’t want to say), Kalim literally gasps and nearly trips over himself.

“That’s AMAZING!! No wonder you’re so kind and beautiful! Your mom’s literally the goddess of love?!”

He starts calling you “goddess” playfully, and showers you in compliments and gifts.

He never treats you differently, but he’s constantly in awe.

“Can I ask what love magic feels like? Do you sparkle? Is there, like, a divine aura?”

The truth is… he’s always been in love with you. He just didn’t realize how fitting that was until now.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil suspected it.

No mortal girl should have skin that glows without highlight or lashes like that naturally beautiful. You were natural perfection, and it irritated him—until it fascinated him.

When your divine lineage becomes public? He’s quiet for a long moment, then simply says:

“So. You’re Aphrodite’s daughter. Hmph. I suppose. It’s explains a lot.”

He plays it off like it doesn’t affect him, but he’s watching you more closely now—studying you. Trying to understand how you walk that fine line between allure and divinity so effortlessly.

Eventually, he pulls you aside.

“Let’s have tea. I want to know more about your mother’s beauty rituals… and you. You fascinate me, potato.”

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[monstersholygrail]

HI HI HI I LOVED UR PUPPY BF BLURBO BTW- HI ! um food for thought... cat bf? maybe? like the total opposite of puppy but still absolutely needy lmao HI!

When you walk into your home the silence that greets you automatically unsettles you to the bone. While usually your Cat bf is all over you as soon as you walk in the door after you come home, now he’s nowhere to be seen. You close the door behind you, looking around the empty hall.

“Bubba, where are you?” You ask sweetly, even using his favorite nickname as you wonder if he’s upset with you for some reason.

Entering the living room you look around for him, thinking he has to be here. All his favorite napping spots, besides your soft squishy body, are in the living room. Just as you’re about to look behind the couch, a heavy weight pounces on you from behind and you both tumble to the ground.

A mix of soft purring and rough growling echo in your ear and vibrate into your back with your bf’s chest so tightly against you. Your bf grinds his cock into your clothed core, showing you how needy he had grown without you there. You can’t help but moan, arching into the girth of his length.

“You’re late,” your bf grumbles, his tail flicking in agitation before it curls tightly around your leg.

Your breath hitches as you realize why he wasn’t at the door. He is very much upset with you and by his hardness you know exactly why. So as soon as he starts clawing at your clothes and practically shredding them, you immediately help him get them off till you’re bare for him.

He stares at you, his pupils dilating wide at the sight of your glistening pussy already so wet for him. He can’t keep his hands off of you a second longer and he races to grab handfuls of your flesh, kneading them and watching your curves shift deliciously.

You yelp as he uses his hold to finally yank you back against his body. A shaky moan leaves you as his dick slides between your wet folds, catching every drop of your essence he can. You can hear him sigh and his body relaxes almost completely now that he’s about to be inside you.

He leans his chest over till his form is surrounding your large frame. The weight of him is comforting and a smile tugs at your lips at he nuzzles into your hair, taking deep whiffs of your scent.

“Waited so so long for you, it was torture. Weren’t back when you said. So unfair,” your bf whines and you can feel the pout of his lips on your head.

You gasp sharply as his tip rubs into your clit with every rock of his hips and you know it’s on purpose. Your bf wanting to torture you just like you had him.

“L-let me make it up to you,” you breathe out, arching your hips. Prepared for him to finally take you.

Before you can process the movement, your bf is flipping you onto your back, clearly needing to see your face. Trying to gain your senses your bf easily throws your legs over his shoulders and plunges into your wet heat. You mewl, back arching to take him inside you even faster.

“Just wanna fuck you, baby. Can I please fuck you? Wanna feel you clench around my cock and milk me dry,” your bf whines, his cock already fucking up into you with shallow thrusts. You don’t even think he realizes.

“Go ahead, it’s ok, it’s ok.”

With another whine he picks up his pace, his claws digging into your wide hips so he can pound away at your pussy like he’s been waiting to for the entire day. He ducks his head into your neck as if trying to get as close to you as possible. His whimpers quiet in your ear.

You moan, your hands clawing down his back in a way that has him hissing and pumping into your tight cunt with fierce determination. You meet his every thrust, wanting to reach so deep inside you that you feel him in your throat. Your bf’s whimpers grow louder and you try and squeeze his cock in reassurance.

“It always hurts being so far away from you. Just wanna stay with you, stay inside you, please,” he whines, rutting into you so hard the sound of your bodies meeting fills the room.

Your heart aches for your bf, even as your pleasure climbs higher from your mixed desperation to be together. You moan with every snap of his hips, barely even able to talk but you have to try.

“T-then come inside me. Fill me up to the brim so a part of you can stay inside me. C’mon, bubba. Need your cum. Let go,” you beg breathlessly.

Your bf growls and shifts to push your knees to your chest. Ripping a gasp from your throat as he stretches you even further. Your orgasm sweeps over you a few thrusts later and you scream, clenching onto your bf in every way. Forcing him to follow you into ecstasy. His cum gushing into your eager pussy and making you feel even more full.

Neither of you can get enough, your bodies still furiously meeting even as overstimulation begins to set in. When he whines again you relent and you both slow down until he sags on top of you. You stay like this for who knows how long and you know your bf doesn’t want to leave and risk his cum gushing out of you by the way he clings to you.

“How about you get the plug, love? Can make sure it all stays in. Then we can have some more cuddles.”

Your bf jerks up to meet your eye, a bright smile on his face. His attitude completely turned around from when you first walked into the door now that he’s had you. It won’t be for the last time tonight but he can’t resist cuddles for the life of him.

He carefully pulls out before rushing down the hall to your shared room. You watch him with an adoring smile, having hated being home late almost as much as he had.

[seishroo]

— attention , ft. sae itoshi ✧˖°.

cw. smut mdni, profanity, brat taming, degrading, praise, sexy sexy sae itoshi mmmhhh

lying restlessly on the large, king-sized bed inside of sae itoshi's bedroom, you stare up at the ceiling in annoyance. sae’s been busy all day and it’s driving you insane. you just want some time with your boyfriend :(

getting all riled up, you slide out of bed and storm to sae’s workspace, your little footsteps sounding against the hardwood floor - pat pat pat. 

you creak open his door, finding him still working. you cross your arms and clear your throat — glaring nastily at him. upon notice, he turns to look at you from his desk, lips twitching into a small smile at the adorable pout on your face. “something wrong, doll?”, he asks, his tone full of amusement.

“bitch”, you say before you abruptly turn around, your back now facing him. he notices your act, but lets you revel in your brattiness instead of giving you what you want just yet. 

after a few moments of silence, you huff a bit louder than necessary and storm out of the room, slamming the door behind you. you hear sae call your name almost immediately but you don’t respond. his fault for ignoring you!

or so you thought, cause now he’s caught up to you — grabbing your wrist before you can make it any further. “what’s with the attitude?”, he questions in a low, serious tone — but you can see the amusement swirling in his irises. you roll your eyes before turning your head to the side, refusing to answer his question. “fuck you”, you mutter. 

“what was that?”, sae says in response, his hand coming up to lightly grasp your chin — forcing you to meet his eyes. “couldn’t hear you, baby”, he says teasingly.

you fail to come up with a retort, the way he’s looking down at you in accompany with the tone he’s using has you in a chokehold. instead, you settle for biting the hand that’s grasping your wrist and making a run for it back to the bedroom, once again slamming the door behind you..

it takes a total of 30 seconds until that exact wrist is pinned down again, this time against the soft pillows while sae pounds into you. “needy little brat,” he whispers in your ear before placing wet kisses down your neck. “gonna say sorry now, hm?”, he teases while he continues to relentlessly abuse your sopping cunt.

you can only mumble a series of adorable, desperate little mewls as his tip kisses your cervix, the pain and pleasure sending you into a state of pure bliss. 

“answer me, baby”, sae repeats with a hard flick to your throbbing clit, effectively snapping you out of your daze. “hah… m’sorry sae”, you whine, reaching your hand out to hold onto his arm as he begins mercilessly torturing your clit with his thumb. “too much.. can’t take it”, you squeal as you feel that familiar coiling in your tummy :(

“you’re being such a good girl f’me though”, sae coos, lifting your legs over his shoulders. the new angle allows him to go deeper, hitting your sweet spot deliciously. “this is what you wanted after all”, he says while delivering a few light slaps to your puffy clit. 

he thinks you look so adorable like this. eyes glossy, cheeks flushed, and that pretty little tongue lolled out all because of him. you were drunk off his cock, it hit you in every way you could’ve wished for and more. “what a mess..”, he mutters as you gush all over him. “i didn’t say you could finish, did i?”, he says before flipping you onto your tummy, delivering a hard smack to the plush of your ass.

all you could do was whine and apologize, but on the inside — you knew you weren’t sorry, and he did too. he hated the brattiness but luckily for you, he clearly knew how to handle it. a win is a win!

an: need sae rn lol Ok

© seishroo | much love ꨄ

[sashi-ya]

𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗿 +18 figarland shanks x f! reader x figarland shamrock

🩸 tw: one piece manga #1137 spoilers! if you don't know who shamrock is, careful! 🩸 tw 2: mdni. nsfw. threesome. dp. oral. rough. man handling. insults. 🩸 a/n: hi, how you doing ~ I said I wanted to write it, and I did. Did I totally ignore the fact I need to pack my suitcase? yes. And did my slutty needs win? also yes. Please enjoy. Don't expect much characterization about Shamrock or a very accurate relationship with Shanks as we barely know him. also, I now asume the "shanks" on the left is not shanks but Shamrock since he went to see the Gorosei and we all thought it was Shanks. 🩸wc: 1.5k

“Who could have said it was that easy to bring you back home, brother!?” “Leave her alone, she has nothing to do with this”

In between two men that look so alike, and still so different, you find yourself. Restricted by soft, noble hands with ill intentions… you were maybe only a bait.

“It’s ok, Shanks. He didn’t hurt me!” you scream, trying to tame his instincts. You know that the red-haired pirate’s Haki can stop you from breathing -and destroy everything around as well-

“See? She is not lying. I have taken care of her, brother! You shouldn’t leave your little toys scattered around the ports of this world, or else someone else might stole them!” Shamrock Figarland mocks Shanks, yet he does in such refined way it ends up sounding like a truth you might already believe.

Shanks eyes fix on yours; perhaps he knows something you still don’t know. Perhaps, he understands his brother might be right. Leaving you on that port some months ago, crying, feeling used, was something he didn’t want, but ended up doing.

“I must admit you have a great taste, brother. She is such a sweet treat” Shamrock purrs, having your waist surrounded by one of his arms, while his free one caresses your cheek. “Aren’t you?” he continues.

The emperor can’t stop himself; even if Shanks is rarely bothered by immature and stupid actions that are meant to tease him, this time it did actually enraged him.

Gryphon’s edge ends on Shamrocks neck, with you in between two man exhorting dominance and testosterone. Shanks sun bathed skin, with salty traces from the sea… Shamrock’s one, pale, clean, soft, used to the finest things…

“Stop!” you whine, pressed in between their chests. “Stop, please! Stop fighting over me!”

Shamrock laughs; he doesn’t seem disturbed by the burning blade against his carotid, and in fact he keeps adding fuel to the fire.

“You are scaring the lady, brother… do you think she is gonna prefer your brutal attempt to save her instead of being treated like a queen?” he smirks, pulling you against him more and more.

Shanks puts down the sword, slowly. He needs his hand free now, to touch your face, to lure you back at him.

“Should I save you then? Or should I let you choose in between him and I?” he whispers, using his fingers to lift your chin up.

The difference is notorious even though both have the same purpose; possess you. Shank’s calloused hands, versus, soft, never used hands… how to pick just one? If both are irresistibly desirable?

“I don’t wanna choose; I love you, but you left me alone… I don’t love your brother, but he gave me what you took from me” you murmur, perhaps already regretting your decision.

“Ah… then you want us both, don’t you?” Shamrock says, moving your head to look at him instead of his brother.

“You want us both, (Name)?” Shanks asks, this time forcing you to turn your head to him.

Both have their hands on your mandible now; cris crossed, their thumbs close to the commissures of your lips, and their hips plastered against your body. Both hard, both erect. Both desperate to assert dominance, to devour you like beasts, like a hungry dragon.

Oh, sweet prey you must bleed to death in between their jaws. And you are totally fine with that… “I want you both; I want you Shanks. I want you Shamrock-sama”

The tips of his similar swords already cut your clothes, tearing them to pieces, leaving them like rags scattered around you.

Nudity, delicious and tempting, served on a silver platter to them. Shaking, you receive their fangs on each side of your neck, carving marks on your flesh.

Shamrock’s fingers tangle in between your hair, pulling your head back, making your breasts bounce.

The Figarland brothers’ lips abandon your collarbones to kiss your nipples; each attack one; sucking or biting. The difference on stimuli you loudly whine, with legs trembling and slowly failing you to keep standing up.

“Don’t fall, come here” Shamrock lifts you up from your waist, pretty much ripping you from Shanks’ mouth. You get seated on a rocky bed, somehow like a sacrifice altar. Elbaph castles all look the same.

Shanks grunts, watching his brother walk around the cold cot as you lay on your back. And, immediately after, he crawls in between your legs.

The pirate pleasantly finds out you are dripping wet, something he knows very well about you.

“Go first if you wish; as an act of kindness, I’ll let you have her first” the knight spits, acting as if he is the only one commanding. “I’m gonna have her warm mouth around me, anyway”

You gasp, as they both look with pure hatred into each other’s eyes. Yet, the moment breaks as you are given little pats and slaps to look to the side; as Shamrock just said, he wishes your mouth surrounding his sex first.

“Open, baby” he orders, softly. And you do, sticking your tongue out while you wait for his hardness to go deep into your throat.

His white pants don’t even need to go fully down; he is not even bothered to do it; his sex out will be enough. Drippy and delicious, it lands on your tongue. You receive it, pleased.

And as he begins to pump in and out your mouth, you begin moaning and choking.

“Such a slut…” Shanks whispers, looking at your oral spectacle, at the way the corner of your eyes fill with tears as you gag with his brother’s dick.

And, while he thought he cared about your body being used by someone so close but still so different from him, the idea of you being exactly used is what got him harder than ever.

“Now let’s see if your cunt can still handle me” the Yonkou grunts, dragging his palm up and down your sex, getting it coated with your juices. From your perineum to your clit, fast, enjoying the humid feeling of more and more wetness, forcing your legs open as they tend to close in response.

Shanks changes his palm for his two fingers, gladly anticipating the way your walls will clench around his dick when he finally buries deep inside you.

Shamrock laughs while using your face as a fuck hole; a tight grip on your hair to move your head, to make it bob, like you didn’t matter, like you were just made to please his “holly” dick.

“Keep your legs open, little slut” Shanks orders, going faster and harder, masturbating and getting your insides ready for his upcoming intrusion.

And just before you could burst, the redhaired stops the fingering. Maybe to punish you, or maybe just because he can’t wait no more. He needs to replace his fingers for his rock-hard shaft. It has started to hurt from the desire, from the desperation to fuck you.

That desperation, leads the pirate to slide his dick deep inside you without a warning, without any delicacy or love. Just pure madness, making your insides revolve and your body retort.

“Wow, easy brother…” Shamrocks grunts, forcing your mouth to keep surrounding his shaft. “You are gonna break her” he continues, laughing as if he wasn’t doing the same.

“Shut up” Shanks grunts back, going harder, using his arm around your waist to keep you from shaking, manhandling you for his own pleasure. “Keep fucking her, use her, it’s all she wants… slut”

In any other situation you would have feel yourself sad or insulted, but Shanks is right… all you want now is to be used, fucked by them…

“Then, let me fill her whole too” “Now you are asking for permission?” “Come on… you know me, I still have some codes”

Shanks scoffs; stopping his hips from punishing you with brutal rams, he lays flat on his back.

“Come here, ride me and get ready… slut” the pirate commands, allowing you to crawl and straddle your hips on his lap. You let your shaky body to fall on his sex, feeling all the length reaching deeper than ever. “Good girl…”

You start riding him, while Shamrock’s presence quickly surrounds you from behind. He kneels and pushes you from your back to fall a little on Shanks chest. “I’m sure your cunt can handle the Figarland pride just as well” Shamrock whispers on your ear, tickling your shoulder with his long hair, letting his tip slowly slide your already occupied entrance.

It takes barely seconds for both to be finally penetrating you, and also for them to start fucking you at unison. Your hips lost the war, and now it’s theirs that move.

“That’s good slut, that’s very good… you can take us both so well…” “Let us fill you up until you can’t keep it inside…”

You are just a toy, trembling, stretched, used, fucked by two of the strongest men in the world. And what a pleasure it is to know you took the right decision, why picking one if you can have both? ~

[kaiserthebiter3]

How would the l&ds men react if they find out about you telling your bestfriend about what happens between you two in bed ?

Xavier , Zayne , Rafayel and Sylus x reader (separately)

requests are open btw :)

Xavier

making yourself comfortable on the couch of your guys' living room , giggling and kicking your feet , totally letting your guard down thinking your handsome boyfriend is still napping .

"I'm telling you tara he may look nice and gentle , but in bed?? noo that guy is the exact opposite of gentle , not that I hate it though" , this was a message sent to your best friend Tara while you girls were discussing how the intimate time with your boyfriends is like.

Xavier passes through the hallway and notices your little giggles and the way you were pretty glued to your phone's screen , curious , he enters the living room without you noticing and gets behind you , and yes he pretty much read everything before you finally noticed him standing behind your back .

you were met with his raised eyebrow and a look on his face that clearly says *really?* , "Xavier what--" he cuts you off "I'm the one who should be questioning you right now , don't you think?" he sighs and proceeds "honey ..what is that , that you're doing?" , you hide your phone behind your back , your cheeks heating up "I mean....nothing important? " , he sits besides you making sure to face you , "nothing important?" you could sense the teasing tone in his voice , he's mocking you "ok , ok i know it might seem weird but it's just tara you know ?" you say brushing it off, "lovely I know you're close with tara but.. to that extent?" he asks , "yeah don't worry it's pretty normal between us....I mean this isn't our first time talking about...this.." xavier raises his eyebrow again but this time in amusement.

"well then" he gets closer to you then raises your chin with his hand "why don't I give you two more stuff to talk about?" with one swift motion , he ripped the buttons off your shirt staring dangerously into your eyes while at it "you make sure you tell her exactly of what is about to happen to you" he mocks you with a wicked grin.

Zayne

You've been waiting for your husband to pick you up from your work place for quite sometime now , however, thankfully your best friend Tara decided to keep you company while you wait for his arrival.

and somehow your conversation had took a rather an interesting turn , "ohh zayne is almost never gentle during it" you say sighing then proceeding "but it is because I , most of the time , rile him up" you remarked proudly , tara gets intrigued "ohhh? do tell your secret" ,she gets closer eager to get some tips from you , "darling" a voice cuts you both off , and you both flinch at the sudden voice coming between you , "it seems like a very important topic you both are discussing , but I'm afraid we have to go home" he says this with the most normal collected tone ever , like you two weren't just talking about his habits in the bedroom , tara gets embarrassed and excuse herself , but she does shoot you a look of "good luck" before leaving you two to be.

on the way home zayne never mentioned it , in fact he was asking how was work today and some other normal questions , so the ride was quite peaceful.

however as soon as you guys are in the house , he finally comments "so I'm almost never gentle huh?" he says so out of the blue with a smirk on his face , catching you off guard , you were hoping he'd actually ignore it and never mention it "well? am I wrong tho??" you reply trying to save some face by attacking him , "no you aren't" he says simply , "but only because almost everytime you rile me up" he said emphasizing the 'you' in the sentence , "zayneee" you whine "stop teasing me ok? you might think it's weird but it's quite normal between girlfriends to.....gossip" you said the last word while hiding your face in the palm of your hands , he chuckles at your state , approaching you he grabs your hands removing them from your face to look at you all flustered , but you moved your gaze away looking at everything in the room but him , "darling look at me" he says gently , and you can't help but fold "I'm not mad , but in fact a little invested in what you tell her" now his tone changes from a gentle to a very teasing one again "I'm pretty sure you've told her about what makes you feel good" he whispers in your ears seductively determined on teasing you , you pause for a few moments but ending up nodding to him defeated , "well then I guess you have to tell me as well , providing me with specific details that is".

Rafayel

it wasn't weird for you that rafayel drags you beside him sometimes , when he wants to paint , he claims that he's able to concentrate better when you're by his side.

but the more your boyfriend painted, the more focused he became, giving you the perfect opportunity to answer the texts tara sent you earlier, unnoticed .

"so you were talking about how your boyfriend is such a tease huh?" tara's texted "yeah exactly , this man has no shame he'd tease me at his workplace sometimes" you reply not knowing that you were smiling unintentionally while writing this, "although i can't say I dislike the thrill that comes with it" you add completely absorbed in the conversation , not noticing your boyfriend who's been trying to talk to you for a minute now , he eventually gives up and snatches the phone out of your hand bringing it up to his face "what's got you so entertained that you forgot about my presence?" he said looking through the screen trying to identify the reason , "rafayel don't---" you said trying to get your phone back before you get busted

"too late my love too late" he winks then gives the phone back to you willingly "I saw everything" he says leaning back relaxed , totally unbothered , but rather amused , and this got you more nervous than you already were , you wanted to say something to defend yourself , you really did ,however you didn't find any .

"ohhh you poor little girl" rafayel mocks getting closer , "seems like the cat got your tongue" his hands are now resting on your hips feeling them up and down slowly "I should tease you like I always do" he parts your legs with a swift motion startling you "only then I could get your sweet sounds to come out".

Sylus

sylus was never the one to pry , but when he overhead you on the phone with tara , he raised an eyebrow.

he had heard some very interesting remarks coming from you , of how he left you breathless and weak in the knees last night , all described in thorough details .

You didn't even notice him standing in the doorway until his deep voice cut off your conversation .

"so that's what you tell your friends?"his tone was a mix of amusement and curiosity , you jumped , clutching the phone to your chest "uhh sylus....I didn't see you there" you said flashing him an innocent smile .

his gaze lingred on you for a while , scanning you , before speaking "I wasn't aware our nights were a topic of discussion between you two" he says crossing his arms.

you huffed , setting your phone aside still red faced , "well it's normal , ok??" you explained defensively "girls share these things with eachother , and tara is the one that I go to for....stuff".

"Stuff?" sylus repeated clearly enjoying watching you flustered , he moved closer backing you against the wall as he leaned down , his face inches from yours , "care to share exactly what kind of 'stuff' you told her?".

you tried to maintain your composure , but your face kept heating up at the memory of the stuff you told her "just ...you know??" you muttered, looking anywhere but his eyes , "no I don't know kitten , speak up" .

you huff again "I...might've mentioned...how rough you are" you admitted , voice barely audible , sylus on the other hand was satisfied with the answer "I see" he hummed with dark amusement , leaning to whisper in your ear "next time , I'll make sure there are a few things you can't quite put into words".

[catiuskaa]

your type

SUMMARY: It doesn’t matter how pretty you are, because, Jeongin’s been working in that cafe long enough to notice as soon as you walked in: he knows your type.

WC: 1.5k

CW: silly kind of enemies2lovers, except ‘enemies’ is just Jeongin being dramatic for a bit. It’s fluffy but also a smol tiny bit suggestive too tho. (reader being really hot kinda deal) teehee. (Also, heads up for fem!reader.)

[🔅☆☕️☆🔅]

God, no.

He clenched his fists under the counter, his eyes glued to your figure.

Jeongin shrieked in his place. No way. Why him? He groaned lowly, blinking slowly, trying to process and calm down beforehand, yet he still squinted towards the small bell above the coffee shop’s door, almost as if he could’ve blamed it for the impending dread horror he was about to face.

The smell of toasted coffee beans was almost not strong enough to cover that of your perfume as said bell announced your entrance, and it was then when he knew. Jeongin had covered enough morning shifts and worked several —if not more— evening shifts to know your type.

Pretty.

Disgustingly pretty.

So, so pretty.

Pretty hair, pretty legs, pretty nails, pretty, pretty, pretty. He held back the need to roll his eyes, your tone of voice still able to make itself heard even if the slightly crowded coffee shop was brimming with many other conversations, there it be the small child that blabbered to herself, giggling as she played with some small cars her mother had given her, or said woman, who also played with the colourful toys from time to time, while managing something on her laptop. Jeongin liked her very much. She tipped nicely.

Still, he couldn’t help but grimmace when he noticed your frown as you approached the counter, phone in hand, glued to your ear. Now, could it be that he was maybe being a bit too dramatic? Well, why, of course. His shared shifts were with Hyunjin, after all. Who, to make matters worse, was running late. Again.

“No. And I’m hanging up.” You stated towards whoever was unlucky enough to be at the other end of the call. “No- Jisung, kindly, I don’t give a fuck. If the big man says he’s not gonna pay me, I ain’t doing nothing. I am not some goody-two-shoes he can mess with.”

Your hushed voice still had the classic tone of anger he was familiar with. But Jeongin’s gaze towards you changed, almost reluctantly so, had anyone asked him. He had to hold back his eyebrows from shotting up when even if you were scoffing, still on the phone, arguing with that Jisung man on the other side, you still smiled widely at him, a grin that, had it been somewhere else, it would’ve certainly got you his attention.

But, he had to remain focused. To think, use the head that’s above your shoulders, Jeongin, he told himself. He couldn’t get sidetracked, or else you’d catch him in your spell.

Which wasn’t going to happen, because he knew your type.

Or so he thought.

He noticed an elderly woman waiting behind you, who was obviously not ready to place an order. Ah, there it was. Now you were finally going to turn off that charming attraction of yours, by—

“Oh, please,” You muttered lowly to the woman, a kind, adorable, toothy grin as you moved away from the queue. “I’ll be fine, really.”

Jeongin’s eyes trailed to you as he prepared the brownie the woman had asked for. He couldn’t believe his eyes when you smiled at him, —ouch—, a grin weirdly apologetic, which took him by surprise as you tucked a troublesome strand of your bangs behind your ear repeatedly. Disgustingly cute —yeouch— and without causing a total connundrum over nothing.

Ok. Sure. Yeah. That was totally out of character. But, no, Jeongin didn’t mind. Not at all. Definetely not. Not if you kept smiling at him like that.

“Listen, Ji." Jeongin almost flinched. He felt so lucky for not being the one being scolded by you. "The album is awesome, dude, but I ain’t touching it without being paid. We’re friends, and I love you to death, but if you call me again to make me work without a contract, I am killing you.”

Oh. Well. Jeongin may have not blushed due to your words, but certainly blushed at the way you smiled at him —again, not helpful with his situation—, but also the way you passed a hand through your hair. Ah, fuck.

He had been caught in your spell, hadn’t he?

No. No, no, no. He cursed in his head. Sure, femenine rage was hot. You were hot. Very. But, by all means, this wasn’t something he could indulge in, because—

“Um.” You snickered. “Sorry I was on the phone. Can I… er… may I order now?”

Because… um… what was the reason again?

“O-of course.” He heard himself speak, his voice sounding strange, as if it hadn’t came out of his mouth. He smiled, a bit awkwardly, indeed, but a smile nontheless. It got better when you matched it, chuckling lowly.

“It’s fine. Really. Sorry, again. I can see you’re busy, so by all means take your time.” You grinned, a smile with matching levels of innocence and cheekiness. Damn, he was already that down bad? “Could I have an espresso machiato?”

Espresso. Espresso. Not only you pronounced it right, which made the small barista inside him started to glow and shake Jeongin’s heart, that had started to beat like crazy, but the mere sound of your voice had the young man whipped.

“You're fine." Very fine indeed. "No worries at all." He nodded politely, feeling his cheeks grow red.

He started to note the order on the machine in front of him. Easy enough thing to do. Just tap here, there and… eh… um…

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He muttered, frowning.

“I, uh, is everything the matter?” You blinked, your expression showcasing a small yet sincere amount of worry.

So odd. So out of character. So, so, so cute, his heart screamed.

“This machine is just the worst.” He gulped apologetically. “Does whatever it wants, really.”

A line started to form behind you, and Jeongin panicked. Why him? Fuck, shit, fuck. That was it. Jeongin was so getting fired after this—

“Do you mind if I step in?”

Jeongin’s eyes almost got lost in yours as his gaze locked on you.

“I don’t think I can…”

“I’ll wait for my coffe, and I’ll fix your machine. Promise. I know how these work.”

The head above your shoulders, Jeongin.

"I think Hyun- um, my coworker knows how to fix it. He should be here in no time..."

"Oh, please. Just let the girl fix it." A customer groaned behind you.

"Actually, I'm still in the wrong. Don't push it, sir." You argued with a smile, shocking both the man and Jeongin, who now saw a sort of halo surrounding your figure.

“I, uh… good luck, I guess.” He sighed, shrugging and letting you behind the counter.

Oh, he was so getting fired. Letting a client step in behind the counter? Nevermind how good she smelled, how cute and hot she looked or how pretty her smile was. You rolled up your sleeves, and he almost thought he had seen traces of ink. Oh boy. He was going to get in so much trouble, in about two sec—

The machine dinged funnily, and you smiled.

“Fixed!” You sighed cheekily. “A reboot and a shake still works just fine.” Jeongin blinked, puzzled. “Guess I gotta speak with Chan and Hyunjin.” You giggled. “Thought I had taught them better.”

...

“H-huh?”

Your smile got bigger, as you chuckled again.

Oh.

Dimples.

“Didn’t they tell you?” You smiled again, taking a hair clip from your purse, swiftly tying your hair up. “I opened the cafe with them a bunch of years ago. Chan owned the building, Hyunjin had the style, and I was the coffee enthusiast.” The way you beamed had him hooked.

The both of you seamlessly got to work together, making coffes and taking orders and serving. It wasn't rush hour, by any means, so Jeongin quickly started up your order, apologizing lightly, a blush on his face.

"I really appreciate it, though." He grinned sheepishly. "Here you go, noona."

You tried to get out your wallet, but jeongin's body worked faster than his head, only able to settle his hand over yours.

It was as if a shiver overwhelmed his whole body just because of that simple touch. A system reboot.

"It's on the house." he smiled, trying to play it off and calm the fuck down. "You saved me back there. I owe you that much."

Then the bell rang again.

"Hey, Innie, sorry I was late, I was walking my fish..." Hyunjin blabbered nonchalantly, unbothered, looking at his phone until he got behind the counter. He stared at you, then smiled widely. "Noona!"

Surprisingly to Jeongin, you didn't match his welcoming. Instead you scoffed. "No. I have to walk my fish, you see." You clicked your tongue, and Jeongin couldn't help but laugh at his mate. "Actually, I think you're fine on your own for the rest of the shift. We'll go watch your fish."

Jeongin had been too busy laughing to mentally prepare, and blushed furiously when you grabbed and linked your hand with his, giddily taking him to one of the free tables.

"I don't think I should go walk fishes still in my shift." Jeongin joked lightly, still flustered.

Your hand left his, and strangely to him, the action felt almost reluctant.

"Maybe we can chat over some coffee, then?"

Jeongin smiled.

"I'd love that."

He thought he had known your type, almost as gorgeous as annoying. Which didn't came as a surprise was how happy he was to be wrong.

[🔅☆☕️☆🔅]

kats, who has to confess she hates coffee with a passion.

catiuskaa, july 2024 ©

[chris-prank]

Thinking about Vincent going on a secret lowkey mission to investigate the hero darlings head quarters and he accidentally stumbles upon hero darlings strap on collection and like. Looses his mind finding them all , imagining his sweet darling using them on him 🥰💖 (hope this was ok to send as an ask I love ur ocs !!!)

I know it took a very long time before I answered, so anon whoever you are, I hope you see this! 🫡 

And yay it’s totally ok to send ask like this! 

CW: NSFW, strap-ons, masturbation ?, jealousy and horny fantasies

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Vincent had always been invisible when he wasn't in his Dr. Seraph persona. With his small stature and shy attitude, no one even batted an eye, seeing him walk around the hero headquarters in a janitor's uniform. He was still nervous though, glancing around every two minutes to be sure no one had caught him. At least, it didn't take him too long before he found your room, thanks to the map provided by a secret source and maybe because he’d previously snooped around for that information.

He held his breath of excitement before opening the door since entering such a private space was where he could learn the most about you! Before he could look suspicious by muttering to himself with the biggest grin on his face and with his uniform doing nothing to hide his bulge, he walked past the threshold. Although as much as he wanted to immerse himself in your room, he still had a job to do.

He began searching everywhere, without losing his chance to borrow some of your belongings while he was at it. Surely you wouldn’t be missing that pair of underwear, it was at the far bottom of your drawer and that pen was long forgotten behind your desk. He, on the other hand, was going to use them thoroughly, that’s for certain. Finally, his attention fell upon a box under your bed. If you had anything to hide, it had to be there! What could it possibly be? A new superhero suit? Or maybe a new gadget?! He excitedly got on his knees, grabbed the box and opened it. 

The lid fell from his hands the second he saw the insides of it. He must have been hallucinating since the box was… filled to the brim with strap-on. He blinked once, then twice before his mission was thrown out the window completely. There was no mistake to be made, these were dildos… YOUR DILDOS! And they were clearly made to be use with a partner, since all of them could be put on a strap. 

Vincent rubbed his aching dick while his mind wandered to the potential positions he could experience with you. He had to bite down on his lips to prevent his whimpers to be heard by the people in the hallway, but just thinking of having his mouth filled with your length made it almost impossible. He even ended up raising his ass, his free hand coming up behind him to rub away the itchiness from his needy hole. Would you be rough with him or gentle? Was your kind hero persona hiding a more sadistic side in bed? Either way he would thank you for simply letting his asshole swallow the tip of your strap. But then, his sweet fantasies turned into horrible ones.

If-if they have this here… does that mean they use it daily… on other people? 

He could feel tears filling his eyes at the thought of someone else having the chance to be ravished by you and to get all the praises HE deserved! Without thinking, Vincent grabbed the longest one, that had the color of your skin tone, and stuffed it into his bag. He was soon going to be yours, so what was wrong in wanting to be ready for you? He left after that, not noticing the little stain that had formed at the front of his pants.  

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Hero reader coming back to their room like: where the fuck is my limited edition costumed made dildo? 🥲

[sunniques]

saw your post and thought i’d send in a request (or just more of an idea that you can do whatever you want with)

i feel like joshua x priest kink is a pretty usual combo but i’d love to see your take on it (if you’re comfy!!)

ok so my idea: reader’s parents thinks that reader is possessed or something and hires joshua to inspect the situation. reader (very clearly not possessed) pretends to go along with it just to keep seeing joshua, come to find out that joshua isn’t as holy as he pretends to be? something like that

if you’re not comfy, totally understandable and i’ll think of another idea instead! but i would love to see your take on this if you are!!

- 🎀anon

— a priest’s guide to sacrilege

cw/tw: manipulation, sacrilege, josh is immoral af, bondage, gagging, unprotected sex, creampie

“Shh, sweetheart. This is all part of the procedure.”

Your moans are stifled by the fabric that was shoved in your mouth moments ago. Arousal drips out of your clenching pussy as long fingers slowly caress your folds. The priest—Josh—is watching you with dark eyes as you arch your back and gently tug on the restraints he insisted were necessary.

It’s all bullshit, but neither one of you would ever admit it out loud.

You’re not sure how or why your parents thought there was some sort of demon in you, but it was too late to make them think otherwise. At first it had been funny to see them be so scared of you since it gave you the freedom to do whatever you wanted. Then they got serious and brought you to some hot priest who assured them that he could help you.

That’s how you ended up in the church basement on some dingy bed, tied up and left to his mercy.

Not that you were complaining. You found the entire thing unbelievably hot.

“Such a naughty girl.” He tsks, shaking his head as he starts to undress. “So impure.”

You almost laugh since the sicko has you tied up and naked under the guise of helping you, but you only lift your hips to entice him.

“Filthy little thing.” Josh murmurs in delight, stroking his thick cock as your juices drip onto the bed.

His smirk is so hot, and you can’t get over it. If only your dumb parents knew what their beloved priest was really like. It almost makes you laugh.

“Don’t worry.” Josh says as he crawls on the bed. He slaps his cock on your pussy, gathering you slick on his dick. “I’ll make sure to fuck any demons out of you.”

Your eyes roll back when he buries himself in your pussy with one rough thrust. His groan is guttural, whispering quiet praises about how tight and wet you are. His leaking tip slams into your g spot, making you gush and leak all over his huge cock.

Lewd squelching fills the basement, the smell of sex permeating the air along with Josh’s groans and your stifled moans. He’s splitting you open deliciously, bringing you a pleasure you hadn’t felt until him. It’s almost too much, but the sexy little priest doesn’t seem to care.

“Fucking shit.” He hisses, watching how tightly your cunt grips him.

You pathetically whimper as he keeps fucking his cock into you. His movements are rough and fast, yet they’re precise. Josh smirks when you gush all over his cock, staining the length of it with your orgasm. His brutal pace doesn’t change even when he’s spilling his hot cum inside you. That’s when you learn the devious priest plans on using you until he can’t anymore.

Or until you’re no longer possessed… whichever comes first.

[laora-ryn]

Just in case anyone was wondering, I am in fact a federal employee and I am in fact having A Fucking Time Of It

In roughly chronological order, here's all the things that have fucked us over the last two weeks:

Hiring freeze effective immediately, which involved rescinding final offers to people who were about to start their job. A final offer is something you can get a mortgage with btw. It's what you get after months of paperwork. It's something you move cross country for. Eighteen people just at our hospital had a final offer rescinded

A demand for a return to in person work, with no explanation given for why they want this so badly. No explanation on people who have teleworking written into their contracts, or people who have teleworking as a reasonable accommodation

Related to the hiring freeze: no creation of any new jobs in even a preliminary way, even to prep to fill existing vacancies after the 90 days are over

Closing of all DEIA teams groups, webinar series, webpages, department gatherings... Anything you can think of. This included the queer teams based communities that were just a place for people to chat

Related to this: our acting secretary sending out an email that sounds straight out of the fucking Gestapo, where "we are aware of efforts by some in government to deliberately redefine DEIA positions in an attempt to keep their jobs. If you know of this happening, here's an email line we've set up for tips. There won't be adverse consequences for reporting, however, failure to report may have adverse consequences"

What appears to have been trying to be a total freeze on federal spending, which threw literally everything into chaos, I was not able to follow it at all, but the hospital is still running so I'm assuming money is happening somewhere

Two strange emails from OPM.gov, marked EXTERNAL, saying they're testing a new distribution list and to please reply yes. These were considered so universally sus by employees that they had to come down from central office and confirm that yes, these are legit, please reply

A day later, an email from that same external address offering voluntary resignation, which I'm pretty sure is the bit that's been all over the news for (checks notes) being word for word the same email musk sent to Twitter before proceeding to Not Pay Them

A restriction on communication and travel. "No speaking engagements or attendance at public facing events, seminars, or conferences (unless approved by chief of staff) for 6 months. VA only events are excluded." Which was later clarified to mean "well if you're going for continuing Ed, as long as you aren't presenting, it's ok" but then backtracked to "it's probably ok but you still need approval which can take upwards of a month." Why are they restricting speaking at conferences? It's not a money thing because traveling for VA events still costs money. It's like they're looking to prevent staff from interacting with anyone external, for some reason

And today, an email this morning that "leadership has received guidance from the office of personnel management [regarding the EO about "gender ideology extremism and restoring biological truth"] and is working to execute the EO fully, faithfully, and thoughtfully."

This afternoon at 4:30, this began with an all employee email saying that all personal pronouns are being removed from Outlook display names by IT, which was a system implemented several years ago and broadly popular! But nope, we'll need to go back to guessing what genders new coworkers named Quinn, Alex, Morgan, and Taylor are.

(oh I forgot! I can't use the word gender at work anymore. Using Proper Terminology (as interpreted by our ~~~Illustrious President~~~) in all communications at work is now required)

It's been a fucking week and a half and I am so goddamn tired guys. Sorry I haven't been on again but I'm spending most of my energy on Not McFucking Losing It rn

[thewertsearch]

JASPERSPRITE: Whats a timeline? :3 […] AC: :33 < ok imagine a long tempting strand of yarn […] AC: :33 < now imagine instead of being made of wiggly enticing stuff, its made of what lets you exist AC: :33 < and you are right at the twitching tip of it, dont you s33? […]

I like Nepeta's perspective here, that a timeline is made of 'what lets you exist'. She's saying, I think, that timelines are made out of reality - out of the firmament that distinguishes the multiverse from the Furthest Ring.

Her imagery suggests that she understands at least the basics of her world's deeper mechanics, despite not actually using this knowledge during her time on-panel. I would have liked to learn more about her perspective, but we're almost out of time. From where we're sitting, Nepeta's already dead.

AC: :33 < […] look at the sky! JASPERSPRITE: Meow yes i see the sky and can tell that indeed something is going on. JASPERSPRITE: But aside from that i dont really understand what you said being a cat and all.

Even though he’s a Sprite, the poor guy just doesn’t have the brainpower to use this information he's getting - and that's if Sprites are even told about Scratching.

The world’s being ripped to pieces, and he’s just going to watch the pretty colors until there is no more Jaspersprite. Someone please get this cat a ticket to the Yellow Yard.

AC: :33 < im a bit nervous for you, especially since you remind me so much of someone i already lost AC: :33 < but maybe youll be ok? i dont know

It’s difficult to say. The troll sprites were implied to have died when their session ended, but this session isn’t really ending; it’s being rebooted. Sprites might be doomed in a normal game, but we’re pretty far outside of normal parameters, so there may still be hope.

...right, Sburb? I'm right, aren't I?

...Sburb?

AC: :33 < did you ever have someone nice back on earth who you loved? […] AC: :33 < […] i bet lots of girl cats would have loved to be with you, if only there had b33n some around to hear your lovely meows :33 JASPERSPRITE: Youre really nice to say so nepeta what about you though? […] AC: :33 < […] yes i have liked somebody for quite some time, but alas he doesnt know it

Nepeta’s tale is one of missed opportunities. She never got to wax poetic about her love of shipping, never got to confess her feelings to to Karkat, and - let's be entirely honest with ourselves - never really got to be a character at all.

Now, if you’re an optimist, you could take this as evidence that Nepeta’s story isn’t over – that we’ll be expanding on her character in the Dream Bubbles, perhaps.

I'm... let's say I'm a realist.

I think Nepeta is simply a victim of Homestuck's enormous character roster. Ever since Hivebent started, it's become increasingly obvious that there are some 'important' trolls, and some less important ones. This isn't a bad thing - it's just how fiction works, and it would be borderline impossible to juggle rich, satisfying, 8000-page arcs for sixteen primary characters, no matter how quickly you're putting up panels.

Nepeta simply isn't a protagonist. She's a total sweetheart, but in the end, she didn't make the cut.

JASPERSPRITE: Maybe you can win his affection by rubbing your cheek against him thats what i would do. AC: :33 < ohhh no no no, im too shy even for that! […] AC: :33 < its hard to explain, maybe cats think diffurntly, but trolls tend to be pretty cautious about expressing their f33lings when it comes to the flushed quadrant JASPERSPRITE: Whats a quadrant? […] AC: :33 < a quadrant is a thing in a group of things that consists of four similar things JASPERSPRITE: Like paws? AC: :33 < EXACTLY like paws!!! :DD

But damn, if she isn’t a sweetheart.

[sallyfisher1312]

HELLOOOO

The Bad batch (with Rex too??? 🥺) reacts toooooo...

Probably during the Clone Wars? (Before order 66)

Jedi reader puts herself in danger to save them and the squad, after the battle somewhere private reader is about to get a lecture about how reckless it was and blah blah blah but the reader shuts them up with a kiss 🤭

Please and thank you! ♥️ take care love u 🫶

Jedi!Reader Interrupts His Lecture With A Kiss

Bad Batch x reader

Masterlist

A/n: Hii!!! Thank you for your request @naoblack87 <33. And sorry for the long wait, tumblr decided it wouldn't notify me of your request :/. But I hope you like it just as much as I enjoyed writing it! <3 (and about Rex, I'm not confident writing him yet, sorry :c)

Summary: During an especially harsh mission, you put yourself in danger to save your partner and, afterwards, as they scold you for such recklessness, you interrupt them with a kiss.

Warnings: The boys are upset, emotional, afraid, in need of comfort, you get it. Lots of arguing, Crosshair is mean to reader a few times, tiny bit of suggestive content but still SFW, Star Wars cursings, not proof read. Let me know if I missed anything.

Characters: Hunter, Echo, Wrecker, Crosshair and Tech x reader.

Word Count: ~2.6k.

Blaster shots came from all directions; explosions echoed in your ears as fire spread quickly. This has to be one of the worst missions you ever had, it was total chaos everywhere you looked. You two hid behind debris of a fallen ship, trying to take cover, but the rain of shots was relentless. The ship’s structure deteriorated with each strike taken; it wouldn’t last long, you had to do something and fast.

Suddenly a grenade from maker knows where blew up your cover, leaving you and your partner exposed to the marching droids. “Go back to the Marauder! I’ll hold them!” You didn’t think twice, reading your lightsaber and dodging their advances while he begrudgingly scurried to your ship.

The travel back to Kamino was uncomfortable, to say the least. Everyone was busy either fixing their damaged equipment or taking care or their wounds, except him; he avoided you and chose to isolate himself instead of talking it over. You figured such a difficult mission was weighting heavy on him, so you let him be for the time being.

But once you two stepped into the Batch’s private barracks he locked the door and turned to face you.

Hunter

“Are you ok? All that action must have overwhelmed your senses, right?” you inquired with a soft tone as you approached him, intending on taking his face on your hands.

“You think that’s the problem?” Hunter scoffed, turning his head away from you. “I thought I had established that we’re not like the regs, we don’t let our Jedi do all the hard work while we run away!” He raised his voice unconsciously, an emotional storm raging inside him.

“Look, I’m sorry, it’s all I could think of in the momen-”

“The only solution that ran through your head was fight dozens of droids by yourself?” He cut you off, anger getting the best of him before he sighed and shook his head. “Cyare… Do you have any idea of what could have happened?” He started again, calmer this time.

As he kept rambling you took the opportunity to step towards him, standing close enough so he scrunched his eyebrows again. “I’m serious, will you stop messing around and listen to me for onc-”

This time it was you who interrupted him. You latched on his lips, leaving him stunned for a bit before he visibly melted, allowing you to lace your arms around his neck while his pulled you to his chest. Your lips danced with each other’s for some time, until both of you broke the kiss breathless, gasping for air.

He opened his eyes and stared with low lids all over your face, from your lips, to the tip of your nose, then your eyes, and all over again. “I never thought I would care this way for anyone other than my brothers… so, please, promised me you’ll let us figure things out together, promise me you won’t put yourself in danger like that ever again…” The clone breathed as his eyes fell closed once more, resting his forehead on yours.

With a final peck on his lips, you smiled, lingering in his embrace for a little more before you whispered in response.

“I promise.”

Echo

“Don’t ever think about doing that again.” Echo started, keeping his gaze lowered to the ground.

Silence filled the room, and once it became too much, you sighed. “We were trapped, Echo. I did what I thought was right.”

“Right? Dodging a whole army of droids alone so your men who are meant to fight with you get away?! That’s right to you?!” He glared at you for a moment before averting his gaze again, beginning to pace around the room.

“If you mean ensuring my men survive unharmed is right, then yes! It’s what matters to me more than running away to safety!” You lashed out, following him with your eyes.

“What about my feelings?! Is that not a priority to you?! How do you think I felt when I saw you fight all alone?!”

Your eyes widened, being speechless at his words. You let your emotions take the best of you, so much that you completely ignored rational thinking; now that he mentioned it, you realized your mistake.

“Echo, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that…”

The cyborg finally lifted his iris to you; only then did you see the way his brows pinched together in a conflicted expression.

You made your way to him, placing both hands on his shoulders. “I shouldn’t have left you there…” You could feel the guilt in his trembling voice, knowing he was beating himself up on the inside.

“I should have protected you; I should have done anything other than abandoning you in the middle of the battlefie-”

You wouldn’t have him spiral like that, so, before he could finish that phrase, you slowly pressed your lips to his, to which he instantly relaxed.

You departed from him, leaving him entranced in front of you. “Don’t blame yourself like that. I made a reckless decision; you couldn’t have stopped me…” You whisper to him and he quietly nods at your words. “I won’t do it ever again, ok?” He sighed, eyeing the ground again.

“Thank you…” Echo murmured as he wrapped his arms around you.

“We had a long day, we should rest. Would you like to come with me?” You offered, knowing well that was a proposal he’d never refuse.

“Yes, please…” He agreed with a smile, allowing you to take him to his hammock to take a much-deserved nap.

Wrecker

Wrecker fidgeted with his fingers, shifting his gaze from you to the room.

“Is everything alright, darling?” You ask, approaching him with a worried expression.

“Um… I… You scared me back there. There was no need for that.” He confesses before looking down at his feet.

“Oh, right.” You sighed, raising your hand to his cheek “I wasn’t thinking straight, all I could think of was taking you to safety.”

“What? Look at me… I could have thrown that whole ship at them, ya didn’t have to do all that.” He explained, his brows scrunching further.

“Wrecker, just because you’re stronger than your brothers, it doesn’t mean you have to put yourself in danger all the time.”

He gently, yet firmly held your hand and took it off of his face. With a harsher tone, he argued again. “And just ‘cause you’re a Jedi it doesn’t mean you have to fight all by yoursel-”

You chuckle before crashing your lips on his, hushing him.

He yelped at the sudden touch, but, after a few seconds, softened and reciprocated by cradling your head in his hand, while the other rested on your waist. You smiled into the kiss, which only stirred him up more, to the point where he swiftly picked you up and started walking.

“Wrecker! What are you doing?!” You exclaimed through a set of giggles.

He set you down on his bunk and watched you from the side of the mattress. You observed him puzzled, though your staring context didn’t last long as he brought his hands to your stomach and began tickling you.

“No! Wrecker! Sto… Stop!” Your words merged with the involuntary laughter leaving your mouth, trying your best to pry his hands away, but to no avail.

“That’s what ya get for makin’ me worry!” He giggled from above you, a contagious smile on him.

He kept on with his punishment until he deemed your writhing form and wheezing sounds enough, halting his movements to let you catch your breath.

“Ok… I get. I get… I’m sorry….” You told him still breathless.

“Hmm… I’ll think about it.”  

“What? You won’t accept my apology…?” You inquired, leaning on your elbows to get a better view of him.

“I don’t know… Maybe if you repay me, I’ll consider it.” He gave you a cheeky smirk at that.

“And what exactly can I repay you with…?” You eyed his facial gesture skeptically, even more at his suggestion.

He maneuvered your body, making space for himself before settling down on the bunk with you. You chuckled at his smooth move, but snuggled closer to him, putting your head on his chest, and the clone responded by wrapping his arms around your middle.

“Just messing with ya… It’s obvious I accept your apology, just never do anything like that ever again…” He whispered in your hair, and, after feeling your nod, you both were ready to rest in each’s others arms.

Crosshair

“What the kriff were you thinking?!” Crosshair yelled the instant the door slid close. “Now you’re doing things on your own?! There’s a reason why we fight in squad!”

You were taken aback by his sudden outburst, though you quickly figured it had to do with his previous isolation. “Hey, calm down, Crosshair. Let’s talk this over.”

He only snarled at your suggestion, closing the distance between you two in long, heavy strides. “Oh, no. We won’t.” He emphasized his words, conveying his unusual aggressiveness. Sure, he was rather hostile with regs and strangers, but never with you. “You didn’t think it over when you fought all those droids, did you?!”

You sighed. Part of you knew this would happen, yet, the adrenaline rush forced you to overlook it. “No, but I can fix this now.”

He scoffed at you as he resumed his approach, making you back off otherwise he’d crash on you. Even with your retreat he kept going until your back touched the wall, staying chest to chest with him, then, he put both hands besides your head, caging you between him and the wall.

“You think you can play with me like that?” His breathy, coy tone hit you, leaving you perplexed for a moment. “It must be so easy for you to disregard people’s feelings with all your Jedi training bullshit.”

“Cross, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking straight…” You replied sincerely, looking deep into his dark eyes.

“Sorry won’t change what you did to me.” He punctuated, glaring down at you the whole time.

He was being harsh, yet, you couldn’t blame him. In the moment you felt his distress; you could feel, even with his helmet or with the way to tried to conceal it from you, how his pupils contracted, how his breath hitched and, the most remarkable, how his heartbeat quickened at a sick speed. Still, you proceeded.

“I know this is hard for you…” You started, placing a hand on the hard armor where his heart would be. “…let me make this right…”

The unresolved storm of feelings was apparent on his gaze as he maintained them on you, before scrunching them close and shaking his head. “Stupid. That was… So. Kriffing. Dumb. For a Jedi, you’re so kriffing reckless. You could have died.” The words were whisper-yelled, trying to be angry at you, but the trouble expression on his face betrayed him. “And so… So, selfish. You were going to leave me after I opened myself to y-”

You couldn’t take this anymore. His body was screaming for him to get to you, to feel you; to feel your soothing touch reminding here and alive. So, you took it upon yourself to interrupt his emotional lecture.

You latched on his lips, and, to your surprise, he didn’t even try to fight it. He fully accepted you, moving his arms to press you against him, if it was even possible with your proximity; a hand on your waist, the other one holding the back of your neck, after all, he had been so vulnerable already, time to take back control of the situation.

His grip tightened as his lips and tongue moved against yours, not asking for permission to taste you; demanding it. He briefly parted from you, recovering his breath before he abruptly manhandled you, getting behind you and, with his hands on your shoulders, pulled you to his bunk.

He unceremoniously tossed you on the mattress, not wasting time to hover above you as his hungry gaze wandered from your body to your face.

“It’s time you pay me back. You made heart throb so damn much, I’ll guarantee yours will too, just as much.” He muttered though a devilish smirk, and you knew that, even after such an intense mission, you wouldn’t be getting much rest tonight.

Tech

“Until earlier, I believed there was no need to ensure why confronting a whole battalion of droids without assistance was extremely dangerous. Yet, you did exactly that.” Tech started, a scowl present on his face as he looked directly at you.

“You know it was in the heat of the battle; we were cornered and the chances of retreating to the Marauder were low.” You counted, voice stern and already sensing the inevitable argument coming.

“That’s not a reasonable statement; we face seemingly unsurmountable situations every day, nevertheless we get away every single time.” He replied already raising the tone of his voice.

“At that moment I couldn’t think straight, I just needed to guarantee your safety.” You huffed before continuing. “Look, I admit that it was reckless, but can you let it slip just this time? You and your brothers do much risky things, it’s hypocritical of you to scold me like this.”

Oh, maker. He visibly, preparing to reply in kind. “I do not think you understand the clear disparities on our ranks. We are clones, manufactured to be expendable; you, however-”

That was the exact moment you stopped listening to everything he was saying. Anger bubbled inside you; how could he dare say something absurd like that? You wouldn’t- couldn’t- ignore it.

With decided steps you made your way to him and, despite his protests, shoved your lips on his, earning an annoyed grunt in response.

He carefully, yet securely, pushed you away, then carrying on with his lecture. “General, I need you to take this seriously. You are a Jedi, not only tha-”

At his persistence you pecked his lips again, waiting a bit to see if he’d stop this time. Seeing as he opened his mouth to start, you pressed another peck, causing him to stumble at the force of it, then another, and another, and one more…

…and kept on until he completely lost his balance, falling backwards on the floor, consequently taking you with him.

You hid your face on his chest, unsure of his reaction. You didn’t mean for this to happen, but you had to admit it was funny. Slowly, you peeked one eye from his chest, and, unfortunately, he was already glaring at you with that same angry expression.

“Sorry…” You murmured, unable to contain your smile.

Tech sighed from beneath you before helping you get off him and sit up.

“As I was saying…” This time he paused to check if you’d let him talk for once, then proceeded after your shy silence. “You are a valuable member of our squad… specially to me. Thus, please, do not expose yourself like you have today. You should always count on us to help you.”

You smiled further at his words, gently taking his chin between your fingers and letting your gaze run across his face. “Ner mirdala jag*…” You whispered, enamored with his worry masked by a lecture. “I’m sorry…”

He didn’t answer verbally, instead, he nuzzled his face deeper into your palm, shutting his lids to enjoy the warmth.

Now that you think about it, he must be in need of some comforting, you weren’t considering how he felt when he left you alone in the battlefield.

“Don’t worry, I promise not to do that anymore, alright…?”

“…thank you…”

(*Ner mirdala jag: My clever man in mando’a, but I’m not sure if it’s correctly translated.)

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Reblogs, comments and feedback are appreciated. Let me know if there are any mistakes, English is not my first language. Thank you for reading! <3

Do not copy or translate!

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Cliché

A cliché is an expression that was once innovative but has lost its novelty due to overuse.

Tips on How to Avoid Clichés in Writing

Clichés play such a big role in how we communicate that it may seem impossible to avoid using them in your writing. However, clichés can often be rephrased to convey the same meaning as the original expression. Here are some steps to take if you find clichés in your work:

Think about the meaning of the cliché. Use a dictionary to identify synonyms that could replace the word or phrase that is cliché.

Decide whether or not you need to include the cliché. Often, clichés are unnecessary placeholders in writing and can be deleted.

Rewrite the sentence with new words in place of the cliché. For example, if you’re describing a musical with the cliché “comes full circle,” the description could be changed to say that the musical “returned to the themes with which it started.”

Common Clichés to Avoid

There are a number of clichés that are so overused that they should be avoided like the plague (including that one). Here is a list of clichés you should avoid.

“The wrong side of the bed.”

“Think outside the box.”

“Loose canon.”

“A perfect storm.”

“Can of worms.”

“What goes around comes around.”

“Dead as a doornail.”

“Plenty of fish in the sea.”

“Ignorance is bliss.”

“Like a kid in a candy store.”

“You can’t judge a book by its cover.”

“Take the tiger by the tail.”

“Every rose has its thorn.”

“Good things come to those who wait.”

“In the nick of time.”

“If only walls could talk.”

“The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

“The pot calling the kettle black.”

“The grass is always greener on the other side.”

“Beating a dead horse.”

Example: “As red as a rose” —a universal descriptor for the color red that is now commonplace and unoriginal.

Other examples of clichés include demarcations of time, such as “in the nick of time” and “at the speed of light.”

Clichés also include expressions about emotions, such as “head over heels” to describe love, and the phrase “every cloud has a silver lining” to express hope in difficult situations.

The word “cliché” comes from French.

It was first used to describe a stereotype: a metal plate used for printing an image.

Both the words “cliché” and “stereotype” derive from printing jargon but now have negative connotations.

Why You Should Avoid Clichés in Writing

Overused clichés can show a lack of original thought, and can make a writer appear unimaginative and lazy.

Clichés are often specific to language and cultures and may be a communication barrier to international readers.

Some old clichés have been repeated for so many years that the original reference is archaic and irrelevant.

When it’s OK to Use Clichés in Writing

There are a few instances in which the use of a cliché as a literary device is acceptable, but clichés should always be chosen wisely. Here are some examples of admissible usage:

To sync with a readership. Clichés of idiomatic phrases and slang words can work for specific audiences. If you’re writing for a baby boomer audience, the cliché “back in the day” would make sense. By contrast, millennial readers would be familiar with the cliché “the struggle is real.”

To simplify. Clichés can be used to explain beginning level concepts. For example, a how-to guide for expectant mothers might use the phrase “Remember, you’re eating for two!”

For characterization. Writers might have a character use clichés to demonstrate that they are not an original thinker.

A thought-terminating cliché is a phrase that offers a reductive answer to a complex idea.

The term was popularized in the 1961 book Thought Reform and the Psychology of Totalism: A Study of ‘Brainwashing’ in China by physiatrist Robert Jay Lifton.

They are also known as semantic stop signs or thought-stoppers.

Here are some examples of thought-terminating clichés:

“To each his own.”

“You win some, you lose some.”

“I’ll cross the bridge when I get there.”

“Take it or leave it.”

Source ⚜ More: References ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

[foli-vora]

FOLI!!! CONGRATS!! you deserve the world and all the followers, you’re the one writer who has kept me reading on here!! i’m honored to be a part of your readers. thank you for sharing your talent and words with the world. i hope your inbox is full of prompts but i also love a good restful break for you haha. i would love a FLUFFY #16 (“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”) and i’ll let you pick with who! preferably frankie, din or ezra! or maybe frank or matt!

Hey sweet angel, thanks for your request! We're totally ignoring how long this took me, ok?? God I'm so sorry. Thank you so much for being here, I appreciate you! And I hope you enjoy your fluff-fest xo

attention seeker

frankie morales x f!reader

word count: 1.4k  warnings: no use of y/n, swearing, alcohol consumption, brief fainting spell, fluff and sweet drunken declarations, i have missed this man

The night is comfortable and warm, the buzz of the occasional mosquito flying by your ear as you recline into the cheap camping chair Benny had unfolded for you.

It'd been a while since he had successfully pried you out of your weekly take-out and true crime routine, but as he sits next to you now, yelling some shit at his brother across the table and spilling half of his beer in the process, you realise how much you've missed his drunken shenanigans.

And his hot friend pilot friend that you've been crushing on for an embarrassing amount of time that you've also struggled to say more than a few words to all night.

Maybe that's why you keep accepting the shots of tequila Benny keeps pouring. Liquid courage and all that. Maybe tonight's the night you'll go further than 'so how have you been?'.

“You’re wrong. Angel, tell him he’s wrong.”

“Don’t drag me into this,” you grin around your beer, shrugging loosely when Benny throws you a playful glare.

“You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“Leave the poor girl alone and just admit you’re wrong, you piece of shit,” Fish pipes up from beside Will, grinning widely at the way the younger Miller turns his gaze of betrayal on him.

He turns that smile on you and you swear you feel it in your damn bones.

"No, fuck the lot of you."

"Oh, Benny boo."

"No. Pope, fuckin' Google it."

"Man, let it go."

The urge for more snacks brings you to your feet and you laugh as the argument continues as you leave the table, the warm familiar rush of alcohol running along your limbs as you all but stumble your way into the humid air of the kitchen.

You hunt through the treasure trove of sweet and savoury treats in the cupboard before reaching for a bag of Doritos, groaning softly when they slip through your loose fingers and land with a light slap at your feet.

Life is too hard sometimes.

Your head spins as you bend to reach them, and you’ve either had too much to drink, or you stand back up too fast, because the last thing you remember is the dizzy spell that assaults your brain and the sudden blackness taking over your vision.

Vaguely you hear someone call out to you through the ringing in your ears, and you don’t quite know whether the arms that suddenly cradle you are real or just a figment of your imagination until you come to.

Sure enough someone’s there, sprawled out on the floor with you and pressed up hard against your back. 

“Hey, you good?” Fish asks, his voice tinged with concern rumbling into your ear. 

Oh, God. Of course it had to be him. It couldn’t have been Benny, or one of the other guys that you felt comfortably at ease around, no. No, it had to be the one that managed to get your stomach flipping and twisting if he so much as glanced your way. 

“I think so,” you mumble, raising a hand to rub along your forehead as the room swims in your vision before slowly coming into focus. “What happened?”

“You fainted—straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

He’s teasing you. A heat bites at the tips of your ears as you smile, and you weakly slap at the arm curled around your waist. You swear it tightens for just the slightest second. Or maybe that's just the tequila swimming in your mind.

“Stop it. I’m so sorry—”

He chuckles, the jump of his chest against your back and your heart warms from the deepness of it. “Don’t be. I’m just glad I was here—don’t want you hitting your head.”

“You're my hero,” you sing quietly as he starts to untangle himself from you, backing away just enough to give you room to sit up on your own.

“Seriously though, are you okay?”

He’s frowning when you look at him over your shoulder, the concern back and twisting the edges of his features. He lifts a hand, the roughened pads of his finger tips dragging across your forehead and leaving butterflies in their wake.

“Do you need anything?”

“No, I’m good," you say, smiling as he pulls his hand away and gives you another grin. "Thank you for not letting me hit my head.”

"Happy to help," he shrugs, fixing the ever present hat on his head as he stands before offering you a hand. “You need help getting up?"

You take it gratefully, enjoying the slightest squeeze of his fingers around yours. "I think this might be my safest option."

The shots must be catching up on you all at once, because even with Frankie's hand holding yours, you struggle to stand steadily on two feet let alone find the strength to stand completely with the sudden knock of intoxication assaulting you from all angles.

“Maybe you should sit down for a few more minutes,” he laughs along with you quietly, both hands now steadying as you shakily sink back to the floor. You miss the heat of his hands as soon as they leave your skin.

Humming softly as you shuffle to lean against the kitchen cabinets, your head rolls and threatens to drop as the alcohol continues to swim through your bloodstream but you fight to blink up at him, smiling when you find him watching you with the shadow of concern lingering at the edges of his expression.

“You good?” he asks again, brows coming together.

“Yup,” you hiccup, grinning. “Can you keep me company, Frankie?”

He seems to soften at your question, the concern melting away the longer you manage to stay awake and upright where you’re propped up. He gives you a small smile, something softer, sweeter. 

“I will if you want me to.”

You tap the floor next to you, watching through slightly blurry eyes as he slowly drops into the designated spot and stretches his legs out with a long tired sigh. He must feel you watching him, and he meets your gaze from the corner of his eyes with a slight shine of hesitancy.

“What?”

“This is nice,” you murmur softly, warming when his eyes meet yours fully. “I never get you all to myself—Benny’s always in the way.”

His smile returns, and he dips his head somewhat shyly. “Do you want me all to yourself?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I? You’re cute as hell.”

He chuckles, hands smoothing along his jeans as he makes himself more comfortable beside you. “You’ve had too much to drink.”

“Nope, I’ve had just enough. I needed the courage.”

His eyes find you again, this time swimming with obvious curiosity as he studies your expression. “What do you need courage for?”

“God, to just talk to you. You make me all nervous.”

“I don’t mean to.”

“I know—you’re a nice guy,” you breathe, cheeks aching from your tired smile. “You’re a really nice, really hot guy.”

“Cut it out.”

He laughs again, his shoulder softly bumping into your own and you can’t help the drunken giggle that the small show of playfulness pries from you.

“No, that’s why I have a bit of a crush on you.”

The alcohol has the little confession falling from your lips before your mind even knows what's happening. You don't have time to regret it, though. You don't even think about regretting it. You'll worry about it in the morning.

But he doesn't seem to take the news badly, and it doesn't seem to make him uncomfortable. He merely makes a low noise of thought, the smile now wide along his lips as his head rests back against the cabinet door.

“That’s good to know.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I have a bit of a crush on you, too.”

The alcohol burns beneath your skin and you scoff in disbelief, unable to get rid of the smile still tugging away at your lips. Maybe you did hit your head on the way down.

“You do not.”

“I do. Just ask the guys, they give me shit about it all the time.”

“We need to address this in the morning when my brain isn’t so wobbly,” you murmur, your head finally giving in to the heaviness weighing it down as it settles softly on his shoulder.

The tell tale feel of lips press against your head before the soft reassuring warmth of his cheek follows.

“We can do that."

[slayfics]

PST. PST! Over here! I need a cockwarming sesh with hitoshi 🥺❤️ like they're having a movie night with guys or just us two and he whispers "just the tip"... Which we both know won't happen so when the guys leave after the movie ends (cockwarming the entire time) does he fuck you stupid 🤤🤤

Movie night with Hitoshi.

Warnings: Hitoshi aged up | NSFW

1,200 words~

"Ok, so we're totally binge-watching all of the new season, right?" Denki asked, entering Hitoshi's dorm with Eijiro.

"Yeah man, we have to! I have to know what happens!" Eijiro responded enthusiastically making his way to sit next to you and Hitoshi on the bed facing the TV.

"Yup, we agreed to watch as much as we could tonight," Hitoshi said.

"Aw man- I don't want to sit on the floor," Denki complained looking at the now full bed.

"I can make some room," You offered and climbed up to sit on Hitoshi's lap. Hitoshi's face pinkened at the feel of you in his lap.

""Ohhh~," Denki sang teasing you both.

"Shut up!" You retorted, smacking his arm playfully.

"Ok ok, I'll leave you two love birds alone," he said, moving to the newly opened-up spot on the bed.

Hitoshi cleared his throat trying to stay oriented to the situation. He knew he was around friends but- the sensation of you on top of him was making his mind wander.

"Everyone ready for me to start the show?" He asked.

Everyone nodded in agreement and Hitoshi pressed play. As much as he was excited to finally watch the new season of the show, he found himself unable to focus at all. He might as well have been blind to everything else except the stimulation he felt from you on his lap.

It didn't help that you'd laugh at the show occasionally or adjust to get more comfortable, rubbing up even more against him.

"Wait man pause it!" Eijiro spoke.

"What's wrong?" Hitoshi asked, pausing the show.

"We should have brought up snacks!" Eijiro answered.

"I was just thinking the same thing! You guys want to head downstairs real quick?" Denki suggested.

"No- you two go," Hitoshi answered quickly.

"Sure, but want us to bring you two back anything?" Denki asked.

"Popcorn please," You smiled at him.

"You got it! Be right back," Denki spoke, as he and Eijiro exited the room.

As soon as the door shut, Hitoshi rested his head on top of yours and wrapped his arms around your waist pushing you tighter onto him, a small groan escaping him.

"You're enjoying this too much, aren't you? I can feel your excitement," You teased him.

"Mmm," He nodded, nuzzling more into your hair and slightly pressing his hips up to grind even more into you. "Popcorn takes a while to make you know?" He said suggestively.

"What are you trying to hint at Shinso?" You giggled.

Hitoshi moved to press a kiss on your cheek before whispering, "I have time to feel you real quick, just the tip." He proposed.

"They are going to be back any moment," you said, but couldn't deny the rush of adrenaline you felt at his words.

"Hmm- I'll be fast," he pledged.

You didn't answer in words but worked to pull down your panties under your skirt. Following your lead Hitoshi undid his belt and pulled out his cock eagerly.

Hitoshi placed a hand on either of your hips as he guided you to sit back down- sliding himself inside you.

A moan escaped him as you slowly sank down taking all of him inside.

"Fuck- that feels good," he groaned.

"Mpf-," You squeaked out in agreement.

Just as you were about to suggest getting decent before your friends came back- the door flew open.

Denki's back was to the door and as he hip-checked it open, hands full of snacks. Hitoshi quickly grabbed the blanket beside you and threw it over you both- hiding the cockwarming situation you both now found yourself in.

"Alright, let's get this show started again!" Denki said, sitting back in his spot.

"Oh, here is your popcorn!" Eijiro said placing the popcorn just a bit out of reach from you.

"Oh... thanks Kirishima," you said eyeing the popcorn, unsure how to reach for it without removing the blanket, and exposing that Hitoshi was inside you.

"Uhh, you ok?" Eijiro asked, eyeing you confused.

"Yeah! I'm fine," you said and slowly began to reach for the popcorn. Hitoshi understanding, held the blanket carefully in place as you moved. You stretch to grab the popcorn causing his cock to slide back out, just the tip now resting inside.

Getting a grip on the popcorn you paused, aware that once you adjusted to sit back down, you'd be taking in his full length again. "Um... Shinso you- mm- ready for some popcorn," You asked subtly, hoping to prepare him for you to slide back down on his cock.

"Fuck yes," he said too enthusiastically.

"Man, you're really excited for popcorn," Eijiro laughed, tearing open a bag of chips.

You slid back down onto Hitoshi's lap, his cock sliding back inside you simultaneously.

"Mhmmm~" Hitoshi groaned.

You let out a deep sigh trying to bite back a moan that threatened to escape you.

"Alright well press play already," Denki said.

"Right," Hitoshi blinked hard trying to focus as he started up the show again.

Hitoshi paid no attention to the show- how could he while his throbbing cock rested inside you. To make it worse- every so often you'd tease him by adjusting your hips slightly or pretending to reposition yourself on his lap.

Hitoshi bit his lip so hard it broke skin- but he didn't have a choice. If he didn't surely a moan would break loose and expose you both. He couldn't remember ever being so aroused and tortured at the same time.

Finally, to his relief, the episode ended.

"Start the next one!" Denki suggested.

"I'm actually feeling pretty exhausted," Hitoshi said.

"WHAT!?" Eijiro exclaimed. "I thought we were binging this today??"

"I know I'm sorry- tomorrow we can watch more," Hitoshi suggested.

Denki eyed him suspiciously, then snapped his eyes to you on his lap, giving out a chuckle. "Yeah, sureeee~," he said with a wink. "Come on Kirishima, I think that was a nice way to say they want to be alone," Denki said teasingly, pulling his friend off the bed.

"Oh-," Eijiro blushed as they both swiftly excited.

"Fuck~" Hitoshi groaned out as soon as the door closed, wasting no time he thrust into you grabbing your waist for support.

A mewl escaped your lips at the sudden movement.

"Down," he said, pushing you forward, and changing your position. Your face now resting against the sheets- ass exposed to him. "I'm going to have to repay you for that torture you put me through for the last hour," he said devilishly.

"Awe~ don't pretend you didn't like i-" You spoke but your sentence was halted at the hard thrusts from Hitoshi. Giving you no time to speak or catch your breath, he slid himself in and out at full force. Moaning at finally being able to feel your walls slide around him.

Your face buried deeper into the sheets with each hard thrust- and your brain turned to mush at the intense pleasure.

"Shit-" Hitoshi groaned out of frustration. He wanted to punish you longer- but his end was already coming. After being teased for so long he couldn't hold himself back. Losing himself in one final thrust- Hitoshi pulled out and painted the sheets next to you.

"Well, that repayment didn't last very long~," You teased, coming back to your senses.

A devilish laugh erupted from Hitoshi, " Maybe not- but we're not done. Now it's your turn," he said, a smirk on his lips.

Oh my I felt so dirty writing this haha. I hope you enjoy this! Thank you for the request~

Tags: @unofficialmuilover @maddietries @fiannee