#what pfps and covers they had

[lovingk9z]

Idfk what my brain's been on today but I've spent at least 7 hours organizing and sorting through my entire phone

[pan-magi]

pfp set (200x200) for the Magi

Something different, I dunno. Free to Use, if you want? Whatever the case, enjoy.

[monpalace]

!!! Pls post your art I wanna see

yh no she might be the reason i claw out of artblock

[inky-goddess]

HELL YEAH SET IT OFF

Idk if this is how we were supposed to do it, but im basing the picrew character off the song

(Yes im listening to my vampire playlist shush i was working on my vampire wip)

uhh open tags

i found a cool tag game on twitter and i really wanna import it (o^ ^o)

this picrew + the last song you listened to :]

no pressure tags: @blood-loving-leech @overtaken-boredom @lesbianthatyaps @kameonerd566 @hexedvampire @laczki @anonymous-shxtposter @fleurafae @flovqy + anyone who wants to do it <3

[halfbit]

i am getting started on productivity for the night but haven't figured out yet if i want to write or art first and there's also the tiny part of my brain that just wants to stare at kabru until it is ok to stop staring at kabru

[yawnderu]

Ghosty poo making reader cry and she locks herself in the room and he goes to apologize but shes all bratty and stuff but eventually forgives him idk im in a angst to fluff mood

HII love!! I didn't recognize the new PFP JBEFBHJFEJHB I missed u!! Answering this with another similar req!! ''Ghost and reader arguing and he makes her cry so she ignores him all day, and he feels really really bad and tries apologizing pleaseee???''

''Go away.'' You mumble softly, a frown on your lips as you hide from him under the blankets, not wanting him to see the tears rimming your eyes after the argument you had. It was something stupid, you barely even remember what it was, yet it was the first time ever he used harsh words on you.

''Talk to me, love, please.'' He was starting to get nervous, nibbling his lower lip softly as he thought about what to do or say to make things better. You're the one thing he can't afford to lose. He sits down next to you, running a hand up and down your back as he tries to sooth you.

''I'm sorry, baby. I'll do anything, just talk to me.'' His words take a pleading tone, laying down next to you and scooting you up close to him even when your back is turned to him and your body is covered by the blanket.

''... Takeout and flowers?'' You ask softly, sniffling as your hands reach up to wipe away your tears, hesitantly moving the blanket away from your face to look up at him.

''Takeout and flowers.'' He promises, arms wrapping around you and a firm kiss planted on your forehead.

[doe-eyed-fool]

Lucifer X Reader oneshot where the reader snorts when she laughs. Like between bursts of giggles and cackles there’s a short or drawn snort that follows. And since there’s some peeps that hate fun, reader’s gotten comments about her loud ‘obnoxious’ laugh so she tries to keep a lid on her laughter. Maybe Luci notices that she tends to cover and muffle her laughter when he’s telling her a funny story or joke and he pulls out all the stops to get a laugh out of her. Maybe telling her an embarrassing story or tickling her and when he succeeds she’s so flustered but can’t stop and is just laughing and snorting while turning bright red.

Lovely

Lucifer x Reader

Warning(s): Slight Angst, Fluffy Ending

(Pst! I love your pfp btw! I hope you enjoy~)

Dating Lucifer couldn’t have been more easy. Lucifer had to be the kindest, loving, and sweetest demon in all of Hell. Which, considering he is the literal king of Hell, that was saying quite a bit.

You couldn’t have asked for a better partner. Lucifer was very attentive when it came to you. He always wanted to make sure you were happy. And how else to make someone happy, than to tell some funny terrible jokes?

However, you hated your laugh more than anything. And so did others, at least, the people you’ve met in the past did. Your friends now had never heard you laugh, like, truly laugh.

Sure, you’d giggle every now and then. But never really laugh. And for good reason.

But there was no hiding things from Lucifer.

“Hey sweetie?” Lucifer joins you on the couch, you look up from your phone. “Yes?” You hum. “What has webbed feet and fangs?” He asks. You furrow your brows in confusion. “Uh, what?”

“Count Duck-ula!” Lucifer exclaims as he holds up a vampire themed rubber duck. You blinked before a light chuckle leaves you. “Oh? You like that one?” Lucifer raises an eyebrow. “Then…”

“Where do suck ducks go?” Lucifer pauses. “The duck-tor!”

Turn away from Lucifer and making a shooing motion with your hand as your chuckle turned into a fit of giggles.

“Come on, you never let me hear your laugh.” Lucifer inches closer to you. “Don’t tell me I’ll have to force it out of you?” He says teasingly. “N-No!” You squeak. “It’s awful!”

“Awful? I doubt it. There’s nothing awful about you, my love.” Lucifer says, placing his hand on your shoulder gently. You couldn’t help but smile, but your grin dropped after a second.

His words were kind, but you knew better. Your laugh really was awful. It’s best he didn’t hear it at all.

“And I’ll prove it.”

Wait. What?

Out of nowhere, you felt Lucifer’s fingers at your sides. You yelped in surprise, before laughter followed. You tried to get away, but he kept his hold on you tight.

“Luci! Stop! Ahahaha! No! Sto-Hahaha!!!” Your laughter grew the more he tickled you. Then suddenly, a loud snort left you.

You went dead silent after Lucifer’s tickling came to a halt.

Damn it.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to look at him, as your face became heated. The silence between you two made you want to die.

Then. Lucifer spoke.

“That…was so adorable!”

You quickly turn your head to face him, giving him the most confused look. What did he just say?

“A-Adorable?” You repeat.

“Yes! And here I thought you couldn’t get any cuter!” Lucifer coos. You blinked, unable to comprehend what he was saying. There was no way he could find your laugh adorable.

“But…so many people get annoyed by it. It’s…it’s obnoxious, and loud. I snorted for fucks sake Luci!”

“And?”

And!? And???

“And! It’s terrible!”

Lucifer chuckles before pulling in close. “My love, when I said I love everything about you, I meant it. Including, your cute laugh.”

You felt your face heat up again. But not from embarrassment.

“Y-You mean that?”

“Of course I mean it.” Lucifer says as he kisses your temple. “Don’t hide your laugh from me again, please? It’s lovely.”

You smile warmly before snuggling into Lucifer further. “Thank you Luci.”

“Also. If I hear anyone saying your laugh is annoying or obnoxious, I’ll tear them apart.” Lucifer says with a happy grin.

You laugh before kissing his cheek. “Good to know.”

[space-station-nursery]

◜ ❗𓂃 Space Station Reports ‧ ❕ ◞

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DO NOT INTERACT WITH @KODASWRLD

now that that's out of the way, we will be discussing NSFW briefly in this post, please make sure you are reading when in a safe mindset. All moots will be tagged at the end for further reach, i apologize to anyone i ping who does not like to be pinged[/g] however this is a serious topic to me and i want this to reach as far as possible

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Beforehand:

Hello kiddos, this is a more in-depth report from the one we made [here] about the up and growing agere creator Kodaswrld. I found their[i cant remember their pronouns rn] blog a few months ago, and absolutely fell in love. I loved their dividers, their text posts, and all the freestyling on their blog!

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September:

On september 10th, 2024, we created a post called "Agere Backpack ideas"! The next day [Sep 11th, 24], while scrolling through a creator i also thoroughly enjoy, i saw a post they had reblogged.... It was our backpack ideas, but it wasnt written by me... in fact, it was re-uploaded by someone who i thought created interesting content. I commented under the original post to take it down as we did not consent to our work getting re-uploaded. They deleted our comment. A few days later after fd calmed me from my panic attack, we sent an ask to take down our post as we did not consent to our content being reposted. At the start of our blog, i did have "do not rewrite" on our blog, however because nothing ever happened, i took it away when we changed into the space station nursery. They deleted our ask. a week or more later [unfortunately i dont remember at this point anymore] They closed asks under the guise of "getting hate"

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Current:

After everything happened, fd scoured around to create a blacklist. At this time, i had finally calmed down, and was ready to blacklist. Before we got to it tho, i saw a post created by another agere creator in which Koda had stolen from. This creator asks that all followers or people interacting report if their content was being reposted, as koda had taken one of their posts, and it got SIGNIFICANTLY more notes, as well as Koda copying their DNI banner, just changing the font and small images on the side:

Original post that Koda stole, at the time, post had at max 200 notes, minimum 150. OP name and pfp covered for privacy

Copied post made by Koda. Notice the amount of notes it has [if you check] 740 notes

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This is not the only instance of this happening with Koda, and no "but they add credits" is not a viable defense here. We did not tell them they could do this, and they did not ask, by the looks of all posts, they didnt ask ANYONE to use their posts. The little credits at the bottom is also hard to see, especially by those who are visually impaired. I had an almost blind friend check out their post, and that friend couldnt even see the credits without us zooming in and circling it for the friend to see. Thats a problem. And people who see it but dont think much of it [like me] will not click the credits. I didnt. and i apologize to those whom i contributed to as apart of the problem

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So what else needs to be discussed?

Well, before we get to the NSFW they interact with, lets go with the tracing and stealing. Thank you to the person that sent us this [will not name for the safey of the individual but they are free to comment and let you guys know! They sent a non anonymous ask but still, yknow?]

So-.... Proof?

This is a screenshot sent to us that shows a user by the name of @/b4bybear_ , crediting their BF and CG @/SEABUNE for creating an image we all know and love, and have MOST LIKELY SEEN amongst agere intros [all blue markings have been made by me]

As you can see in the second image, the user is written on the bottom, exactly how its written on the twitter post. This image is widely available, and many many individuals use it..... However, Koda didnt seem to care

As you can see, Koda NOT ONLY traced, changed a singular item, and erased the original creators credits, they then wrote their own name on the bottom and claimed this post as their own. And no, changing one thing on an art post while still tracing everything else is not "creating your own content" or "taking inspo" This is blatant copying. This is further than just stealing text posts, they are stealing

ART from other sources [nsfw below]

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And now, the NSFW....

Kodaswrld does have their following open, meaning that littles, middles, and anyone visiting their blog can see who they interact with. These are some of the blogs they currently follow, and content they post/reblog:

@/slvttyfied

@/firstladyofjuicycouture12

Whilst being 18+, there is nothing wrong with interacting and following NSFW content and blogs. However if you are running a blog with a minor following [not small amount of people, minors. people 17 and under] you should not have your follows seen if you are interacting with this kind of content. Minors are curious, and you are exposing them to things they do not yet need to see or know about. Especially when kinks/hard kinds are involved. I am 21 and fd is 22. We will NEVER, allow nsfw blogs or rebloggers to interact with our content

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Final thoughts:

Through our mini blacklist, we have found out that koda knows what they are doing, and are actively avoiding discussing it. We also learned that they ship real people [called rps or "real people shipping"], and for having almost 800 followers, do not deserve it. Please, spread this far and wide, show your friends, you moots, reblog it even if it doesnt fit your aesthetic. This person NEEDS to be stopped.

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Our moots: @oftlunarialmoon @nostalgic-woodwind , @zimswife , @deesblanketfort , @angel-bunnie @aprilsmabelmaple , @diaryofalittlestar , @h3ll0everybby1 , @xx-raines-space-kindergarten-xx [hi raaaaine]

[eternalgyu]

me if you even care?!

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ genre: fluff, crack

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ pairing: ot7 riize x reader

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ warnings: kissing

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ notes: riize brainrot for life

OSAKI SHOTARO

shotaro would find your bow agenda soo cute

especially when you put bows on every single thing you have in the house

like your hairbrush, your hair pins all your plushies had bows on them

he was scrolling on his phone one day when you tap his shoulder

“can i put bows on you :D”

would be confused you but would agree regardless because he is whipped

SUCH A PRETTY BABY

his curly hair would have 2 bows on each side and obv around his wrists as bracelets

WOULD DO THE CUTEST POSES WHEN TAKING PICTURES WITH YOU LATER

he'd be shy at first tho like covering his face

you would put ur lips on his cheek for another pose and after he would be like "okay kiss me properly now"

JDHSISIIAIA

giggling rn where's my taro

WOULD TAKE ONE OF THE BOWS AND PUT IT ON HIS BEANIE.

AND KEEP IT THERE

:(((

SONG EUNSEOK

he would find it odd but wouldnt rly say anything

mostly just because he doesn't see the hype

he might bully u sometimes but would still call u cute

until you come up to him w a roll of ribbon in ur hands.

at first he's super against it

and when you start begging him he gives in

reluctantly

"only because you look like a loser righr now and i pity you"

sigh.

what you don't know is that he's doing it because he's very whipped

gets super red when you get close to him to put on the bows

pulling you close to him when you take photos and videos afterwards

from then on he starts buying bow stuff for you!!

we've coquettifed him guys 🫡

JUNG SUNGCHAN

sungchan would pick up and comment on your new bow obsession pretty fast

would lowkey be fueling it by playing w ur hair when you had bows and kissing your forehead more

and would be confused but would let you when you offered to give him a makeover

PLS he'd be giggling the whole time tbh saying the ribbon was tickling him

"it tickles tho… WAIT BABE STOP"

AFTER the laughing fit

literally cutest poses when you guys are taking photos

bats his eyelashes HES JUST SO CUTE

hes so adorable I could take a bite out of him

what.

defo does this trend w u

fully coquettifed guys

AND

you start putting bows on his weights aswell <3

PARK WONBIN

i feel like wonbin would be well aware of the trend

definitely on the pretty ppl side of tt

and would just laugh when he sees bows everywhere

and when you ask him if you could put bows on him when he comes back from work

he would agree obv

bow on his neck as a choker <3

but SOMEHOW this man doesn't stop smouldering the whole time

serving face 24/7

and when you furrow your eyebrows in concentration he would let it slip for a moment

and smile at uuuuu

after you're done you snap a picture and send it to the gc w the rest of the boys

"hyung u look like a baby lamb" - anton

HIS FACE WOULD DROP

and you take your opportunity

and snap as many pictures as u can

blackmail photos <3

but in general he's the prettiest bby and he looks even prettier w bows <3

HONG SEUNGHAN

he finds your small obsession so so adorable

like he smiles so endearingly when he discovers yet another mug w a small ribbon tied to the handle

and when you ask him the big question he ofc agrees.

now this man can't have you this close to him without kissing you

like your trying to tie a ribbon and somehow his hand is behind your ear and he's pulling you down for a kiss

so after failing the second hair bow

you tie his hands together and finish the carefully tied knot with a bow

same thing for his legs.

you then proceed to take photos w him

"my hosta- boyfriend if u even care 😍"

where he poses adorably in the back

the video blows up and u become tiktok famous 🧍🏼‍♀️

u take more photos

wants atleast one picture where ur both kissing 🙄

cutie patootie.

LEE SOHEE

he thinks every single thing you do is so cute

ONE OF THE PICS OF U W BOWS IS HIS PFP

hes actually is the one fueling the bow obsession you have

"it looks a bit boring. should we put a bow on it?"

SO ADORABLE ACTUALLY

"yn, i saw this trend where people put bows on their boyfriends"

BOWS EVERYWHERE

he'd have small pigtails everywhere fastened by pink pretty ribbons

he probably has pink kiss marks aswell because he said it would "fit the aesthetic"

you definitely have a moment

where u turn around to kiss his cheek

and he turns around and his lips meet urs...

just saying 🤷‍♀️

coquetted to the max pookies

LEE CHANYOUNG

I don't rly think anton wouldn't pick up on it at first??

like sure he's chronically online but i don't think he's seen this trend

like he's see the bows and think they're cute

but wouldnt notice too much

which is why he's so surprised

"bows?? like jojo siwa…?"

anton knows all the trends except this one

JSJSJS U WOULD MAKE EYECONTACT W HIM

AND HE WOULD STARE BACK

and smile

and you would have to start again.

bow on his biceps.

it's self explanatory

WOULD DO CUTE TT DANCES W U

and suddenly when he walks into the dance room he's has a small pink ribbon tied to his headphones

AND HE SAYS IT REMINDS HIM OF U :((

taglist: @slytherinshua

[tiktowafel]

1-b social media pfps

monoma: photo he once managed to take of bakugo tripping over something. yes he gets threats over it, no he will not change it ever

setsuna: changes hers frequently, most of the time it's her newest cool selfie. sometimes the chosen pictures feature one or more of her geckos

tsuburaba: also changes his pfp all the time but in his case it's a dumb blurry selfie on monday, random cursed image on thursday and a dumb blurry picture of something else (sometimes also featuring his hand doing a thumbs up) on sunday

yui: just a solid color (im thinking peach or pastel pink) and it's been that way since forever

honenuki: somewhat poor quality picture of his cat that he finds endearing. it's also been that for a really long time. worth noting that his cat is incredibly ugly

shishida: it's not the exact same picture that's on his school ID but it could as well be

rin: originally he had no pfp and just went with the default. tsuburaba really hated that for some reason and kept pestering him to change it so eventually he added a hat to it bc he didn't know what picture to choose (tsub was pleased)

kinoko: fairly recent mirror selfie with a pink overlay and a bunch of cute effects added. her phone covers her face in the picture and the focus is on her frilly dress

reiko: pretty #aesthetic black and white portrait of herself taken by someone else

ibara: either a selfie taken from an awkward angle, boomer-uncle-on-facebook-style, or a bible quote image with a sunset background taken from the internet (too small to read)

tetsutetsu: cropped picture of himself with his friends taken in rather poor lighting. it is more on less centered on him but someone who doesn't know him could still have trouble telling which person is supposed to be him.

kendo: epic motorcycle pic (not her own </3)

kaibara: a nature photo he took once and liked a lot. he originally intended to change it every time he took a new favorite but ended up getting used to the first one he ever set his pfp as and hasnt changed it since

pony: cycles between selfies, picrews loosely based on herself, random pretty photos she takes (usually of the sky) and screencaps of her anime faves

awase: old photo of his dog, may he rest in peace

manga: goku

kuroiro: either a picture of himself wearing his favorite outfit with his face cropped off, or just solid black. can't decide

kamakiri: stick bug :)

shoda: slightly old pic of himself taken by someone else, zoomed out so it shows about half of his body. outfit and surroundings are nothing extraordinary but the picture has an inexplicably cool aura.

bondo: photo of a pretty flower. he's also never changed it

[taytrashmouth]

HIII!!!! could u do prompt 1 w peeta I think it would fit his character so well bc he’s actually the sweetest boy ever (also I love ur pfp robin lovers rise!!)

It so would!!!! Okay I love this!

Omg thank you! Robin slays- we should have a club…

Prompt 1: you’re being all cute and sweet and it’s making me want to kiss you

I hope you enjoy! This is just tooth rotting fluff.

Roses and kisses

Peeta Mellark x reader

Peeta was the perfect boyfriend. You realised this really early on in your relationship.

When you mentioned that you liked the smell of roses, the next day he was in your front yard planting rose bushes. You almost cried when you found out he came over every morning to trim, care for and water them.

You often visited him in the victors village, and today was a short, but difficult walk there. You were having the worst cramps which you mentioned to Peeta this morning when he tended to your roses.

“Peeta!” You called as you entered his home.

“Upstairs bathroom!” He yelled back and you began to walk upstairs.

When you turned into the room tears immediately filled your eyes. He had run you a bath, with rose petals floating in the water.

“Peeta-“ you could barely say anything.

“You said you had cramps…and I don’t know much about that stuff but I asked Katniss and she said heat helped sometimes so I ran you a bath.” He explained, completely oblivious to how perfect he was.

When you first started dating Peeta you were worried because of how the Capitol made it seem like he and Katniss had something going. But how could you be, he was so loyal and trustworthy.

“Thank you.” Tears fell from your eyes, more emotional today than any other.

“You don’t like it?” He asked, laced with concern.

“No no! Peeta…it’s perfect, you’re perfect. It’s just so nice and nobody has ever done something so sweet for me before.” You explained.

“Hey it’s okay.” He held you so tightly as he hugged you, stroking your hair. He didn’t mind if you cried on his shirt or were emotional. He was there for you.

“Well I’ll wait downstairs.” He smiled.

“No…you don’t have to leave.” You blurted out.

He nodded.

“I won’t look.” He stated as you pulled at the hem of your shirt. He looked at his feet while you got undressed. You hadn’t gotten there yet.

“I don’t mind if you look, Peeta.” You told him, his slowly raised his gaze. His eyes did a quick search of your naked body but they locked onto your eyes. It was small gestures like that, the ones he didn’t even know he was doing.

“Probably shouldn’t do this today.” Gesturing to yourself. “I’m all bloated and gross-“ you tried to explain.

“You’re so beautiful n/n” he stated just above a whisper. He was the only one that called you n/n. You smiled softly. How did you get so lucky.

You climbed in the bath, the water was so warm and soothing.

You spoke for a while, before Peeta offered to wash your hair.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to-“ he was nervous. “I want to.” You replied with a smile.

He massaged your head to gently, making sure soap didn’t go into your eye. He covered every inch of your head with soap and used a bowl to help rinsing it out. He used his hand as a shield from the water. Treating you with more care than you ever had. He finished by smoothing your hair back and softly kissing your forehead.

He was perfect.

He went downstairs to let you change and when you walked into the kitchen he was buttering some steamy bread.

“I thought you’d be hungry, so I made bread before you came. It just came out the oven.” He handed you a plate.

You could do nothing except smile at this perfect boy. “Thank you. It smells delicious.” You spoke as you took a bite of the soft bread. Warm butter on your lips.

“Holy shit!” You smiled widely. He smiled to himself, proud of his work.

“What do you wanna do today?” Peeta asked.

“Can we maybe just lie down. Rest.” You asked.

He smiled and nodded.

When you had eaten about six slices of bread, Peeta didn’t make a comment about how much you ate, he simply asked if you wanted him to make more.

Soon enough you were upstairs in his room. He walked into the on suite to drain the bath water before he lay down.

“Shit.” He spoke as he walked out of the bathroom, shirt covered in water. He obviously leaned to far forward when draining the water.

“Oh no.” You stood up, that’s when he saw you had changed into one of his plain t-shirts and your underwear.

“Wow.” He breathed out. “You’re really beautiful.” He told you so genuinely.

You smiled. Looking at him with nothing but love.

“Peeta…you’re being all cute and sweet and it’s making me want to kiss you.

He smiled shyly, blush touching his cheeks.

“Okay.”

You kissed him gently but passionately. Holding his cheeks.

When you pulled away he smiled with swollen lips, the sight made you giggle.

“Change you’re shirt and come cuddle.” You made grabby hands from the bed after you sat back down.

He looked nervous. “ I won’t look.” You assured him. He looked eternally grateful.

Peeta had told you before, he was littered with scars from the games, from his parents. He hated it. He was really insecure. He knew you would love him no matter what he looked like but it was still scary. He could barely look at himself in the mirror.

You turned to face the other way.

You heard some movement before you heard his voice again.

“N/n.”

You waited a second before turning around to see his bare chest. You smiled. Sure enough there were scars everywhere.

He looked at the ground, he looked nervous, more than you think you’d seen him before.

“You’re really handsome.” You told him and lifted his chin, stroking his cheek when you approached.

He smiled too.

“Thank you for showing me.” You smiled at him brightly. Teary again, it was a big deal.

You squeezed his hand to let him know it was okay.

You pulled him into his soft bed and you both lay entangled in each other. Your head on his bare chest and he played with your hair.

“Is this okay.” You asked as traced one of his scars.

He hesitated before nodding.

“You don’t have to say yes.” You say up slightly.

“I know. Don’t stop…it’s nice.” He held your head back to his chest and continued.

“Thank you for today.” You whispered. He answered simply with a kiss on your head.

Requests are open please send them in

[adobolover123]

bakusquad when they’re on instagram (headcannons!)

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bakugo’s instagram:

-doesn’t post a lot on instagram, but when he does OHMYGODDDJ

-he would post mirror selfies of him flexing with songs attatched. (maybe it’s just the camera angle but his arms r HUGE ASFFF—)

-does he post bakusquad? tbh rarely. bc of his big ahh ego. but since he’s getting better and warming up to them he’ll repost his friend’s posts if he’s tagged in them (hangouts, workout posts)

-he only posts stories

-his username is probably something corny as hell, like: 

king.explosionmurder , kb_explosionmurder , imbetterthanyou, LMAOO

or something else like that 😭

-omg. and if ur lucky enough to get on his close friends story, (from time to time,) he’ll post himself lip syncing to audios. DONT EVEN GET ME STARYEDDD

-he knows he’s attractive. like literally post more please.

-only thing on his acc is one highlight of himself.

-his pfp? mirror selfie covering his face 🤷‍♀️

kirishima’s instagram:

-omg y’all this cutie and his instagram.

-most-if not ALL of his stories are selfies with his friends, and he most DEFINITELY has a weekly dump of them.

-his selfies with them r mostly him and his friends working out, but he’ll post even the little selfies like them at lunch. 

-he WILL go on a story spam when the baku squad hangs out. 

-he’ll post his workout progress on his story fs 

-let’s be real he’ll post those motivational quotes

-his username would be his hero name or his regular name with his bday numbers 🤷‍♀️ (redriot1016, e.kirishima1016, )

-his main posts are kinda a pattern; himself, then his friends, then himself again.

-when he posts on main posts of his friends he would attach funny ass videos of them, and dumb challenges the bakusquad would do with each other

-his two main highlights r himself and his friends ofc, but he would have a highlight for each hangout to make it extra special ☹️

kaminari’s instagram:

-out of the whole bakusquad, denki and mina are the most active.

-i think we all know how he would be like fr 

-he is definitely that person who reposts EVERYTHING HE SEES ON HIS FEED; REELS, POSTS, MEMES,

— he spams his stories ( he made a gc on insta with the rest of the squad that are MAINLY him spamming them with reels; bakugo kept leaving it but kaminari keeps inviting him back in)

-but waitwaitwait; be careful skipping through his stories bc he WILL post some FINE ass selfies of himself for the hoes

-he also won’t hesitate to post himself lip syncing to songs on his public story

-like kirishima, he posts his friends a lot!

-he’ll post on his story with those add-ons that have to do with friends and he’ll make a mini collage of his squad :)))

-his username?… it’s probably one of those “theyluv___” “theyfw___” type shi 😭

-kaminari. has. a. lot. of. main posts.

-but they come out hella good; he prolly searches up “instagram post ideas” on pinterest

-his pinned post was when he had a whole photoshoot in a parking lot garage which funny story:

(the bakusquad decided to hang out at the mall, and they arrived at the parking lot garage. mina brought up how it was a good place to take pictures here and denki RAN with that. next thing yk;

bakugo was pissed asf waiting for them sitting down on the ground,

jirou was being denki’s photo critic,

sero was helping kirishima get the angles right,

and mina was showing denki what poses he should do. they were there for an hour. )

-he complains how his acc isn’t getting seen but he forgot that he put his acc on private

ashido’s instagram:

-second most active on instagram

-SHE HAS THAT HOT GIRL ACC FR

-she posts a lot, but her three pinned posts are: selfies of herself, a photoshoot of herself, and one of those cool hot photoshoots with the squad

-her highlights are: “💋” (herself) , “🔛🔝” (bakusquad)”, “my loves” (class 1A girls)

-her username is probably “iheart___” or something simple like “minaa_a”

-she posts herself a lot on her story AND EATS IT UP EVERYTIMEEE

-and she posts her friends on her story as equally as she posts herself ♡

-she posts a LOT on her close friends, she posts memes but mainly funny videos and pictures of the squad. including funny gc screenshots

-when her friends post she’ll repost them like 3 times, and spam/hype them up in the comments 🤗

jirou’s instagram:

-this girl got the whole themed instagram acc quickly.

-she only uses instagram to be up to date with music artists so she doesn’t care abt posting

-her username would probably just be her name or something like: “j_kyoka”

-but she does have one main post, and it’s a guitar she got for her birthday 🤗

-she posts reels of her doing all sorts of song covers with different instruments LIKE AHHHH

-her covers get a lot of attention, denki asks her how he could get attention on his acc

-since her acc got a lot of public attention (she’s thinking abt making another one just for song covers) everyone in class 1A is on her close friends so she could post stuff she’d like to keep a little private; like her friends, hangouts

-on her public story she would repost concert tour dates, music artists posts, stuff like that.

-she would post screenshots of songs she’s listening to on her public story

-sadly she doesn’t post herself—unless it’s a selfie of her getting a new instrument or something lol

-there was this one time she posted a cute selfie of herself in her cfs on accident, and denki and mina hyped her up sm fr ☹️

mina:

“YESSS”

“POST MORE 🗣️🗣️”

denki:

“OHMYOGF”

“U POSTED”

“OKAY JIRO I SEE YOUU”

jirou:

“sthu”

-she has a public highlight for covers, and her cf highlights are her friends !

-she doesn’t ask to take that much pictures with them, she usually reposts her friends stories when she’s tagged in them

-but she loves recording denki being stupid lol, she also has a cf highlight of that

sero’s instagram:

-almost like a bakusquad fan acc

-he’s like in the middle of jirou and denki when it comes to posting on his story

-he’ll repost memes, but not as much

-he posts sky pictures just bc 🤗 he has a highlight for them

-he doesn’t post himself ☹️😒 unless it’s a selfie with the squad

-in fact, he has a lot of main posts of JUST him and the bakusquad; he’s also the cameraman

-but he mainly takes pictures and videos a lot with denki, their pictures are funny ASF

-instead of just one highlight of the whole squad, he has a silly highlight for each of them!!

-funny videos, funny pictures, funny screenshots of things they said, you name it

-he also has a highlight for tiktoks the squad do together it’s so funny and cute

-his feed is everywhere tbh; a mix of memes and the squad

-his username is probably a meme quote or something like “notserohanta” 💀

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notes: (i wrote this at like 12am srry if it’s sloppy) those are my head cannons! i rlly don’t know wht to write for a fic anymore lol. i hope you enjoyed though!!

have a good day loves ♡

[yootaesowlwrites]

Do You Even Love Me? - Hwang Hyunjin

W/C: 2K

A/N: Happy 4 years of friendship @taichoushadow. May we have plenty more!

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog or a pfp. Minors DNI or get blocked!

Prompts: “Do you even love me?”

Warnings: Angst, Fluff.

Age Warning: No age warning applies to this.

‘He deserves much better than you.’

‘You’re just average, you have seen him, he is not just average like you.’

‘He deserved better than you…’

‘You’re just holding him back from getting the best.’

‘Have you ever thought that maybe… he doesn’t love you?’

The voice echoes inside your mind as you sit at the window nook in the bedroom, tears are pouring down your cheeks, and you are sniffing constantly, trying to keep your snot inside. You lean forward and place your elbows on your knees before running your fingers through your hair as you drop your head down.

‘And why wouldn’t he love me?’ ‘Because you’re just average.’

You squeeze your eyes tighter shut as all these thoughts run through your mind and the torturous voice keeps hurting you with those harsh jabs, you can feel your chest hurting as it begins to feel like you’re not getting in enough air, you lift your head and gasp for air as you loudly sob, why did that stupid voice have to sound so fucking convincing? You lower your head once again as your tears fall onto your lap before moving your hands to your face and covering it.

You hear a noise and try to slow down your breathing as you lift your head and pull your hands away from your face, it couldn’t have been Hyunjin, he was supposed to shoot content with the boys, and he wasn’t due back until tonight, you feel your heart hammering in your heart as you try to keep your sobs as quiet as you could in case it was an intruder, the door opens, and his face appears with a gentle smile on his lips.

“Hi,” He softly says, not yet noticing your state. “I forgot my swim shorts for the shoot,” He lifts his head and his eyes widen in horror as he sees your tear-stained cheeks and your eyes bloodshot red, he practically runs towards you as concern seeps into his entire being. “Hey, hey, shit, what’s wrong?” He reaches to wrap his arms around you, only for you to immediately swat them away, not wanting to be held by him right now, not when that stupid little voice had convinced you that he deserved better. You could see the heartbreak on his face as you refused to let him touch you or even try to comfort you. “Y/n…” His voice sounded so broken as it was just above a whisper.

“I… I…” You begin, but you are not sure how to respond. You weren’t expecting him home until much later, and your mind was an absolute mess right now, as you were in a losing battle with the hurtful voice inside your mind. “I just…” Your mind felt messy as you try to form a proper sentence. “Do you even love me?” You watch as his jaw slacks and his shoulders slump, while his eyes widen in shock at your question.

“I… of course I do,” He says. But the moment of hesitation from him had the little voice snapping at you, making you flinch at its harsh words hurting you. He lifts his hands and reaches for you, hesitating for a moment, scared you were going to shove his hands away from you again. “What’s made you think otherwise? I want to know, I want to fix it,” His hands gently touch your upper arms and he gently squeezes them. “Please… tell me what made you think that,” His scent engulfs you as he slowly inches closer to you. “I need to fix what it is that I did to make you think like this,” You shut your eyes, feeling your heart pinching with pain.

“Hyun….” You whisper. You could feel his body heat nearing your body and his breath hitting your face. “You did nothing wrong, it’s not you… it’s me,” The stupid cliché line, you never thought you would hear yourself say that. “I… I’m just me, I’m me… I’m so ordinary and you’re so…” You hear him inhale sharply, but he waits for you to continue, even when he wants to cut you off and stop you right there. “You deserve better, I’m just not right for you,” You could see pain filling his eyes and disbelief was shown fully on his face, which was making your heart clench with pain, but you needed to tell him what you felt at that moment.

“Why would you think that?” He whispers, his voice wavering as he speaks. “You’re more than right for me, you’re more than I could have ever asked for,” You could see tears starting to form in his eyes as they begin to turn red. “You say it’s not me, but did I do something that could have caused you to think this?” You shake your head and reach up with your hand and cup his cheek, you slide your thumb over his cheek to wipe the tear that was sliding down his cheek.

“No, no, no… you didn’t do or say anything,” You whisper. “You’re not the problem…” He releases your arm and moves his hand to yours that was on his cheek, placing it on top of yours and pulling it away from his cheek.

“You’re more than enough for me, Y/n, you take care of me so well, tend to me when I need it the most, and even during the moment when I don’t think I need to be taken cared of, you do…” He says. He squeezes your hand as you bite the inside of your cheek. “You’re right… you’re just you, and just you are all I need.”

“Hyunjin…” You sob as you lower your head. “I just think… you can do better, you need better,” You watch as more tears run down his cheeks before he abruptly releases your hand and your arm and taking a step back from you, he shakes his head, and you feel your heart being torn into shreds as he exits the room, you loudly sob as you drop your head and begin crying uncontrollably, you manage to hear the front door open but never heard it close, making you wonder if you had missed it before you hear a car drive away, probably the company van that had everyone inside it, which makes your heart break into a million more tiny pieces. Did he really just leave you here to yourself? Was he that cruel? Was he?

“I told them to do the content without me,” His voice makes you lift your head and gasp as he stood in the door frame, you hadn’t even heard him return. “I told them I can’t do it today because I can’t… I can’t leave you alone like this, not when you’re thinking like that,” He slowly steps further into the room. “Not when I know you need me by your side,” He stops in front of you, making you tilt your head upwards to look at him. “I should have told you that was what I’m going to do, not just leave abruptly…” He slowly lowers himself down to his knees in front of you, you lower your head as you follow his movements. “That was idiotic of me, incredibly stupid of me,” He hadn’t just left you alone… only for a moment had he made you believe he did, and accidentally as well. He reaches for your hands and gently grasps onto them. “Y/n… you’re the right person for me, some days I wonder how I even got so lucky to have you, to have met you…”

“Hyunjin…” You whisper. He squeezes your hands, making you stop with what you wanted to say.

“I know I can’t do or say anything that’s going to convince you otherwise because we all have our days of doubt,” He says. “We all have that moment of weakness where we wonder if we’re right for someone, if they deserve better… and I can honestly say, I want you to have the best, because my schedule doesn’t always allow me to be here for you,” You open your mouth to protest. “But I don’t want anyone else to have what I have with you, I don’t want anyone else to feel so lucky as I do with you, you’re mine, you’re my home…” You close your mouth as you feel your body relax, and your heart starts to swell with love and adoration for him. “You deserve the best… but I don’t want anyone else to experience it with you…” You lean closer to him, and he releases your hands before wrapping his arms around you instantly, he pulls you against him, and you move your face to the crook of his neck and let out a sob at his words.

The little voice had spent almost a full hour gnawing at you and hurting you, and Hyunjin had managed to make it go quiet and retreat, why did such moments have to happen? Why did that little voice even need to show up and make you feel so small? You knew, no, you know that Hyunjin loves you, so why did that stupid little voice manage to make you think otherwise and start to doubt everything you have with the man that was holding you. You wished you could actually throw hands with that little voice and tell it to fuck off.

“Come on, let’s go lay down,” His gentle voice breaks the silence in the room. He carefully helps you stand from the window nook and slowly guides you towards the bed, you pull your head away from the crook of his neck to check that you won’t trip over something and fall. “Should I turn on Lovely Complex?” He carefully releases you as you sit down on the bed.

“Yes, please…” You whisper as you move your feet onto the bed and move into a comfortable position on top of it. “And can you hand me that plushy also?” He nods his head before making his way to the shelf that contained all the plushies you’ve collected over the years, he had helped put it up and then handed you every plush as you placed them where you wanted them.

“This one?” He asks as he moves his hand to one of them. He glances over his shoulder at you as he waits for your response.

“The one next to that one, left side,” You say. He nods his head and moves his hand to the plushy. “Yes, that one,” He takes hold of it and takes it off the shelf before turning back to the bed and making his way towards it.

“Let me just get us a blanket also, and dim the lights,” He says. He extends his arm out towards you, and you take the plushy from him before he moves towards the closet where you keep all your blankets. You watch as he searches through the blankets before pulling one out and shutting the door before moving towards the lights and dimming them, he closes the bedroom door, not wanting any outside light to enter the room before moving towards the window and grabbing onto the curtain and pulling them shut.

He makes his way towards the bed, the room is now dimly lit and has a cozy feeling to it, he unfolds the blanket before throwing it open over the bed causing a gust of wind to blow against you before the blanket settles down on your legs, he pulls the corners into place before he climbs onto the bed and underneath the blanket, he grabs the television remote before moving closer to you.

“Ready to watch Lovely Complex?” He asks. You move closer to him before wrapping an arm around him while holding onto the plushy in your other arm.

“Hmm, I am,” You say. “I am,” He turns the TV on and quickly finds the series and hits play on it, you lift your head to look at him as he puts the remote down.

“Hmm, what are you staring at?” He asks as he turns his head to look at you.

“You,” You whisper. “I love you… and thank you for loving me as well,” He softly smiles before closing the distance between you both by pressing his lips against yours, giving you a gentle sweet kiss.

[cavydude]

Hey everyone guess what's back?

To celebrate the one-year anniversary of the remaster, we (the fine folks over at the Baten Kaitos fan Discord) are bringing back Spiriter Week! And now it's bigger than ever: we're going multi-platform!

So mark you calendars for September 15th-21st!!!

Wait, what's this now? Back in ye olde golden age of Tumblr, we used to have an annual thing we called Spiriter Week, a week-long celebration of our favorite card-game RPGs.

What do you mean, "multiplatform"? Due to fandom no longer being fully (or even mostly) within the confines of one website, we figured it'd be a good idea to have folks participate wherever they want to. Tumblr, Twitter, Discord, or wherever. Still have a Pillowfort? Go crazy there too.

Ok, how do I participate? It's super easy- just post something Baten Kaitos related every day. Could be a fic, art, videos, whatever. Wherever you're posting it, use the tag #Spiriter Week I am not blessed with creative prowess Neither am I we're all just bullshitting Doesn't have to be anything skillful like art or writing. Could be fan theories, a personal anecdote, ranking your favorite xyz or even a haiku. Like this example I stole borrowed from No's original post:

Holoholo bird All my apples are rotten Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

This sounds great but I'm super busy there's no way I can post every day. Again, same here friend. No worries, even just one or two during the week is fine. Let's face it, we've all aged a number of years since these were last a thing and life has a way of stockpiling responsibilities.

On what authority are you organizing this? Alright ya got me I'm just some rando with a Gibari pfp. But come on, why not have some fun and build some hype around these games we love?

That's a nice banner where'd you get it? Damn right! Credit goes to No, who still had the old banner and managed to change some digits :D

How can we follow for updates? Here on Tumblr, I (and of course anyone else who wants to say something on the topic) will be posting in the #Spiriter Week tag. Some major updates might also be posted in the baten kaitos tag but I don't wanna spam it too much.

But yeah, that should cover most of the major stuff, feel free to reach out with any questions!

[falling-star-cygnus]

Heard you’re suffering artblock and want requests so uhhhh—

Alastor helping Lucifer with molting season?

i love you for this, dewflake :0

uhhh, i wrote this and then reread your ask and only just now realized it says art block and not writers block... hope you don't mind?

your pfp tho oml <3

{Alastor sneezes.}

{The feather that had drifted past his nose, tauntingly red, marks for the third occasion he's had to bat one of those blasted things away. Once he could dismiss as an accident, two an unfortunate coincidence, but three?}

{Why, it was practically a challenge!}

{Though... admittedly a messy one. Not to mention sloppy. You didn't see Alastor leaving the velvet from his antlers everywhere, now did you?}

{...that wasn't a bad idea actually. Not everywhere, of course, the Radio Demon had class. But maybe a hearty covering over a certain king of hell's pillow would be enough of a deterrent.}

{Why was Lucifer leaving his feathers everywhere? It was hardly his usual go-to for irritating the deer demon. Before he could dwell too long, however, a familiar chipper voice breaks into his thought process.}

"Oh! Alastor!"

{Charlie, he notes. She's carrying a stack of boxes that's leaning just a little too far forward for comfort and Alastor can't help but use his microphone to tilt them back into her hands properly.}

{Purely so it wouldn't fall on him, of course. Not because he didn't want the princess to hurt herself. That would've made excellent entertainment if he was standing maybe a foot to the left. That's what he'll tell anyone that asks. Until it's true}

"Ack- thanks, Al!" "No problem at all, my dear Charlie. May I ask why you're carrying such a heavy load? With no help for that matter."

{Alastor would've thought her little girlfriend would've leapt at the chance to help. Especially considering he could tell she still carried the guilt of keeping what she truly was a secret.}

"It's no worries! Juuust busy somethings around in storage. Oh, oh! Actually- do you mind checking on my dad?"

{The Radio Demon tilts his head to the side, wondering why in high hell the darling princess thought that that was a good idea. He goes to say as much when-}

"Please, Al? For me?"

{He chokes on static. Somehow, Charlie had managed to peek over her stack of luggage and flash the most horrendous pair of puppy dog- ugh dogs- pair of doe eyes at him}

{It's shameful how fast it works.}

"...obey the five-foot rule." "Yay! Oh, I could hug you right now!" "Do not."

{Charlie giggles, hefting her haul back into the crook of her arm with a nod}

"I would go myself, but this could be a good bonding opportunity for you two! He always gets like this this time of year..." "Oh? And here I thought he was a hermit year round, hahah!"

{Alastor doesn't stick around to see her expression.}

{Unsurprisingly, the feathers become a more and more common occurrence the closer he gets to Lucifer's gaudy apple tower. He'll have to loose Niffty in here sometime soon...}

{The deer half-debates just leaving, the king of hell is more then old enough to take care of himself. But- no, he gave Charlie his word. Not directly, there was nothing making him do this actually. So why does he want to...?}

{Alastor knocks}

"Huh- Uh.. who is it?"

{The door is opening before he can answer.}

"Now, now, your highness, you didn't even let me introduce myself!" "Ughh, what do you want, Alastor?"

{There's something itching at the back of his brain at the sight of Lucifer's unkempt wings. The way the feathers puffed and clumped up in some places, the ceiling high piles of red and white... hm.}

{He invites himself in}

"Wh- hey!" "Our dear Charlie sent me over, of course! Something about your current issue being a yearly problem?"

{It's highly amusing to watch Lucifer waffle around for an answer, starting one sentence just to abandon it for an accusation. It almost makes him laugh as he watches over his shoulder. It's only after a minute of watching that he realizes the king is shirtless.}

{The final piece clicks into place.}

"Oh, I see. You're molting, aren't you?" "How did you-" "I suppose this goes to show even the most powerful of beings have their troubles, hm?" "So you admit I'm stronger then you!"

{Alastor's eye twitches}

"You mean you were doubting it?"

{Lucifer scowls}

{The micro king of hell manages to keep the staring contest going for about 10 seconds before throwing his hands up to viciously scratch at one of wings. The rough movement has the deer cringing and smoothing himself out before Lucifer rounds on him again.}

"Can I help you?" "On the contrary, maybe I can help you."

{His royal shortness barely has time to blink before Alastor is shadow slinking behind him.}

{The Radio Demon shoves at his shoulder until the little king is face down on his bed and ignores whatever noises of protest he manages to make at the sudden treatment.}

"What are you doing- oh. Oh, that feels nice."

{Alastor had sunk his nails into the clump of loose feathers closest to the middle of Lucifer's back and begun to gently scritch at the muscle underneath it; effectively, the feathers ready to fall were taken care of.}

{It feels like hours later of this rinse and dry process before the purring King speaks up}

"You're good at this... you done this for that bartender of yours or something?" "HAH- no."

{The deer contemplates leaving it at that, keeping whatever this calm air is between them going and stable and safe. He's not sure why he doesn't.}

"My ma- my mother used to look after the ducks that came by the pond."

{If Lucifer notices the correction, he doesn't say anything. No, he stays quiet as Alastor dusts his loose feathers into an idle pile.}

"She taught me how to do it." "...she sounds nice."

{The Radio Demon hums, a familiar song drifting through his microphone. He vaguely remembers it as something that would play in the kitchen all those years ago. Hm... didn't his maman say that molting fowl needed more protein? Perhaps then he'll make jambalaya for dinner tonight. Just in case.}

"...she was."

[fandomwritingbit]

hi!! would like to req a priest william smut with a fem sub reader :>> the events taking place at night would be great since it’s hotter that way lmao but the plot can be abt anything! tysm and super love ur work btw <3

Hiya, thank you so much for this request, I just love playing with religion, you and my pfp make eye contact like that one monkey meme. That being said, I’m gonna warn you, I’m Church of England, I only know basic things about Catholicism from studying history. But I done some research, and I think it’s decent- feel free to correct me though if something is grossly wrong.

Again, thank you!

Priest William x (fem) sub reader

Warnings: smut, inappropriate relationships, corruption, guilt.

A little over thirty minutes ago, you’d thrown yourself through the wooden doors of the church, the pouring rain making your clothes cling to your body and your hair stick to your forehead. The stormy weather perfectly summed up the torrential feelings, it was like a bomb exploded inside you and shattered any illusion of control or power you thought you had in your life. Your life, that notion is almost ridiculous. You hate it, and everyone, and everything. Your overbearing mother who demanded perfection, forced you to smile even though it killed a part of you to do so. Your father, god, if you could even call him that. Your work, the stress it caused you. All of it.

The emotions were so strong you couldn’t stay in your room and push past them. You were drowning in them and the only way to feel any semblance of sanity was to kneel in a pew and pray for some miracle to help you overcome your troubles. So you replaced your nightclothes with something more acceptable and fled your house, not even noticing the rain until you’re halfway to the church with a rosary painfully clutched in your hand, the beads pressing indents into your palms.

You don’t know what time it is when you arrive and enter the old building, the steeple silver-lined by the light of the moon looking like the cover of a horror story. Gothic and dark but strangely beautiful.

Inside a sudden calm came over you, the stained glass window over the altar casting stunning colours across the floor, intense twists of blue and purple swirling together and diluting the image of Jesus it portrayed. You drop to your knees before it, pressing your eyes shut and trying to ignore the warm tears that seeped between them. You shiver when you clasp your hands together, beginning to mouth your words of prayer.

You’re so lost in your worship, you didn’t hear the footsteps behind you, seeking to investigate the source of the doors banging open then shut again at this time of night. The church didn’t 'close', but a responsibility lies on the clergy to make sure people coming in so late are legitimate and not youths after a laugh.

The priest moves near silently, watching your figure before him. He recognises you from service, how could he not, sometimes he spoke directly to you, mesmerised by how you slung on to his every word. And now, the arch of your back is so pretty as you kneel there praying. A rhythmic sniffling makes him realise that you’re crying, a thought crossing him mind that whoever could make a sweet thing like you cry, deserves more than hell.

You pause in between prayers, needing a moment to catch your breath as your sobbing finally begins to subside. You knew this would work, something about the calmness of a place of worship settling your bones and making you realise your problems weren’t as massive as they seemed. Inhaling through your nose, you hold it for a few seconds to force your body to adjust to a more peaceful state. But a hand landing on your shoulder causes the breath to tear from you in a shuddered gasp.

“Ah-” you turn to the man standing beside you, your eyes moving from his hand on your skin to his face looking down at you with a small smile, “God, you scared me… father.” It takes you a moment to take notice of his collar, obviously there’s someone here, you feel like an idiot.

He chuckles, shaking his head with an almost mocking expression. “Blasphemy will add another Hail Mary to your list.” The words are professional but that hand on your shoulder didn’t feel so.

“Yes- I’m sorry.”

“Apologies mean nothing," The smile on his face grew wider, becoming a smirk that wouldn't have looked out of place on the devil himself. He pauses briefly, his fingers rising from your skin and catching a loose strand of hair, beginning to twirl it around his finger, the action making your browns furrow instantly. “You have to… demonstrate your repentance.” The way he plays with those words gives you goosebumps and you look up to the priest with a growing knowledge spreading across your face.

How you found yourself here is a mystery. A dark, twisted and sinful mystery. It’s almost an out of body experience, the rain bouncing off the stone building not helping to ground you but rather pulling you further and further from your senses. This is nothing like you, you wouldn’t dream of doing anything like this, or anyone like this.

A large hand traces over your naked breast, your nipples hard in the cold air making them achingly sensitive to the touch of this man. You couldn’t think for how wrong this was, your mind clouded by a guilty need spreading through your core. You don’t know how he got you here, laid back on a sheet of fabric draped across the floor, your skin prickling with anticipation, it’s sheer madness. You’re bare before him, completely naked but not freezing because the arousal kept you warm. And his touch dragging down to your stomach and then between your legs was more than enough to distract you from any thought of the cold night air.

The father kneels between your legs toying with the desperation there, your slick quickly coating his fingers. You don’t even realise what you’re doing until his lips are against yours, your hands around his neck pulling his body on top of you, letting him feel the gasp he elicits when he begins playing with your clit. He grins at your instant reaction, your hips rising to meet his touch and trembling at the patterns he draws on your sensitive nerves.

You felt so perfect underneath him, your smooth skin and the curves of your body reminding him of all the things he was supposed to give up under his occupation. He slowly moved his long middle finger down through your folds savouring the delicious heat of your need, before pressing it inside you, joining it with his index finger he pushed them both down to the knuckle, the most lascivious moan escaping you. Then he settled at a torturously slow and deep pace of fucking his fingers in and out of you. Each time his fingers curl inside you forces you to become more of a moaning mess, your hand grabbing his wrist as you get closer to reaching your peak.

You’re so close already, needily grinding your hips up against his hand, all sensible thoughts of caution or regret long lost in favour for feeling good. His pace adjusts like he can read your mind, now pressing his digits in and out of you faster, how deep it felt coupled with him brushing against your g-spot so perfectly brings you to the height. Your back arching and walls clamping down around his fingers tight whilst you ride out the waves of unreal pleasure. You can feel him hard against your thigh, eager to feel how good your fluttering walls feel squeezing around him, silently asking for him to fill you up.

The priest kisses you again, a firm hand on the back of your neck holding your position while the other raises your left leg to tilt your slick hold towards him. You smirk breathlessly as he positions himself, cock brushing achingly against your entrance, his head teasing you as it rubbed through the hot wetness there. A sudden feeling of nervousness spreads through you, he’s still dressed, his clerical collar a glaring reminder of what this was, but instead of having second thoughts all you want is to see just what celibacy does to a man.

He has to force his eyes from your face as he presses the tip of his cock into your heat, ducking his head into your shoulder so you didn’t see the shameful snarl on his face as he pushed inside, your blissful walls making room for him. He makes it halfway inside you before you reach out to still him for a moment, he’s big, stretching you open so much you almost cry. It feels good, almost ruthlessly so, but once he starts to shallowly move in and out, still not fully inside, you realise that the slight burn was more than worth it. There’s little patience left in him and so, with a cast iron grip on the plush of your arse he lifts you against him and fully sheathes himself. God, you nearly scream, falling instead to a breathless groan into the crook of his neck.

It’s crazy how good it feels, your body taking charge of itself and rutting into his movements hooked on the delightful feeling of corruption, though who is corrupting the other more, you don’t know. He doesn’t fuck you rough, the steady pace is more than enough to make you come undone, but there’s a selfishness to it and it get’s you off that he needs this, needs what your sweet little cunt can give him. These words in your internal monologue shock you, that kind of language feeling unnatural from you but so right simultaneously.

He brings you impossibly closer to him, bodies completely flush, his head buried in your neck, breathing you in and it’s perfect for hearing him grunting as he thrusts in and out of your pussy. He can hardly bear it, your walls wrapped around him harshly, stuck in that state of wanting to go slow to keep himself under control and wanting to push himself to climax all at once. But you feel too good. His pace grows quicker, a desperate edge to it and this change makes another climax raise its head, gaining on you so quickly it’s frightening. He could tell you were close, your fingernails digging into his arms and the prettiest of moans fleeing your lips.

At that point he's greedy, wanting more than anything to feel you clamp around him, to see your eyes roll back as he fills you with his release. That when you cum, pussy clenching tight as a vice around him, fluttering with the waves of your pleasure, he reaches his end, his thrusts becoming harder as he grunts, that warm feeling of his cum inside you apparent even as you twitch through your climax.

He groans before pulling away from you, quickly fixing himself, leaving you laid back to watch him whilst the knowledge of what you've just done trickles between your legs.