#sending them both thots and prayers

[mead-iocre]

Now just imagine the looks on Leah and Alexia's faces when they realise that their girls are talking to each other and getting along like 'oh no, oh no, oh no'

The Leah noticing that spoiled!reader has moved Hermes for brat!reader and being all 'oh this is gonna be rough for us, she never does that? Do you know how often she does that?! I've had to sit somewhere else so her bag can be on a seat! We're doomed!' with Alexia becoming more scared with each word coming out of Leah's mouth

YES YES YESSSSS

leah would notice first because she's the type to periodically sneak glaces towards the stands to check on her sweet (non-football loving) gf.

she expected to find her busy on her phone or reading the latest issue of vogue, so imagine her surprise when she looks over to see her chatting with a woman wearing a barcelona shirt???

during a water break, she approaches mariona asking her if she recognises who the woman next to her gf is and mariona goes "oh that's alexia's girlfriend. she's cool" and leah's like she better be ffs. leah's a little overprotective about spoiled!reader okay, but she feels better knowing that it's not someone weird who snuck into the friends and family section. at first, leah thinks its a good thing. that maybe having more friends in the stands will make her girlfriend enjoy coming to football matches more.

leah goes over to alexia since the match hasn't resumed yet and points them out to the spaniard. and alexia's like "oh that's--what the fuck?!" and leah's like "crazy, huh. your girl must be really special since mine willingly moved her bag off the seat for her-- she never does that by the way. I've had to give up my own chair sometimes"

and alexia just raises an eyebrow at her, mentally thinking "shit. her girl seems like a handful". before looking back at the two still chatting animatedly, spoiled!reader's hands flying everywhere as she talks and brat!reader listening just as intently.

alexia goes "my girl is usually not one to make friends so easily..."

"why is that?"

and then they both speak at the same time, "cos she's crazy" "is she crazy?"

and then they have that moment of realisation and just kind of look at each other with wide eyes. they simultaneously look towards the stands at their lovers and then back at each other again as it dawns on them.

then the referee blows the whistle.

match resume.

[dukeoftheblackstar]

I may take a bit to reply today or maybe not reply at all. I have the little silly dancers in their silly little dancing all up in my head today throwing molotov cocktails left and right and committing their pretty war crimes (arson mostly) all over while I just sit there waving a tiny white flag of surrender reading smut or poetry — or both at the same time, idgaf maybe idk. >:

So yeah, I'm not mad or ignoring anyone on purpose, I just am unable to do so today. Filling my head with comfort thots of bath-time with old man Plo and having his 18239128390128319083 babies — will also dabble so heavily on the creation of said babies , which is always a delight.

So if you're ever wondering if Plo's gonna be alright. No, he will not be alright. He will be on Duchii duty 24/7 beginning this hour. Will do things 100/10 to him frfr. He will be tired nd spent. But will be very much loved ♥♥♥ Send prayers LOL

Triggers be wild today again — getting a little bit more too handle with each day this week. Extra spicy. And I wonder if it was triggered by the text incident which happened again recently or it's because it just decided to.

It's the shittiest reason tbh. "it just decided to" — it's as if my brain suddenly just got bored and is all "Can't be happy all the time, babydoll. Why don't we make you extra neurotic today." And it does that silly dance that in spite of "it" — my brain, being a harbinger of bad news, I find the silly dance silly cute.

It's silly. It's the silly dancer. Just that little cute thing dancing while throwing molotov cocktails left and right in their little silly dance. I can't really hate them because they be so silly cute. But they're setting everything on fire and idk if I like that. I probably don't because then I have to do something about it. Actually do something about it.

I've cleaned though. I probably would again to extinguish the fire. Take out the meats from the fridge and clean the clean fridge. Put it back, stack them, and wait for god-knows how long before I do it again because oh my god, I seriously need a bigger fridge and it has to be done properly; always three — never more, never less.

And then the shower and bath conundrum on which takes precedence because I will do both. All inhibitions are out the door now, but I like it. I love water, you see? So bath and shower is like double the fun, double the fantasy maybe? Team Rocket from Pokemon but like, bath/shower maybe?

I wanna read though. Write too. Maybe watch. But it's there. The silly dancing silliness which makes me incapable of doing that. I'm just grateful they're kind enough to make me work when it's work time?

It's not a sad or pitiful thing in my opinion because it's me. They're little silly dancing silliness of me. I'm at peace with my shit, a condition I don't even know maybe? But I'm okay with it.

I'm okay with not seeing who's in the mirror. Like who's face is that because I love myself. I love wearing comfy clothing, love not wearing pants when I'm at home, love the marks on my body because I'm not exactly slender? Love my goddamn thighs that I'm afraid of scratching them? I'm okay with feeling like I'm on autopilot sometimes. I love watching my fingers shake sometimes because idk man, they're pretty gorgeous if you ask me.

I love them all. Love it more than I can and try to manage them no matter how many times they come back. Love it even when I cry because biiitch lemme tell you, I look cute AF when I cry. Real 'fuckmeupdaddy' face when I cry — I'm also equally unhinged all the time so. This is no surprise >:

I'm not vain or anything, but I've just come to terms with who I am and what can I offer. I don't shy away from compliments all the time because if you believe I'm that, I should always remember to have the moral compass to do the same. If you think I'm cute, then bitch yass. Because I owe it to myself for making it this far to put myself down.

So yes. Maybe I am gonna shower-bath at the same time. Remorsefully cut my nails for my own safety.

***

And here it is. I wrote all of that with the silly dancing molotov throwing arson committing silliness bebbis and they're just sat there all cute like 'awww did you burn me out off that wip I was actually enjoying, you cute little monster?" and they be so cute about like 'maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe'.

And now the wip and me is on fire and this cute little dancing silliness is just there silly dancing all cute and silly.

So now we're at an impasse and there's only one thing left to do.

Eat the little silly dancing silliness so they're back in their intricate little boxes. Cute little silly dancing shits they are, but I love them?

[makoodles]

Miles can’t get enough of you. He can’t.

Miles smells you on all his clothes, he smells the smallest hint of you wherever he goes.

He loves the smell of his mama.

And I mean loves.

When he fucks you he makes sure to rub his cheeks on you, scenting you so nobody touches his perfect little Angel.

What’s even better is you know, you know just how much he loves the scent of you. You know how crazy he goes when he catches the smell of you.

And you use it to your advantage obviously. To make him feel better when he’s sad? Sneak into his room and lay in his blankets, rub your face in all his clothes, and for a special treat, spray a tiny bit of your perfume in the air.

When he’s..stressed😏, you’ll sneak into his room and what do you do? You don’t wait. You just hide a pair of dirty underwear somewhere. It drives him wild.

You both frequently sneak into each others room.

Him to steal your clothes, maybe even shrink them so their tight fitting. He knows you can’t exactly get new ones easily. You to hide little presents for him. Maybe it’s a bra, dirty underwear, tights, or…something small and lacy.

The lace really gets him going. You know he’s stuffing that in his pocket for later, when he jacks himself off in his cold room till the air is hot. He’ll have it stuffed in his mouth or wrapped around his cock, humping himself into his pillows. He’s the kind that doesn’t even care if people hear him, he doesn’t care if he needs to strip his bed of all of his cum-stained sheets.

He needs to take all his clothes off to get the stimulation he can only get from you.

He definitely degrades himself when he has those not-so-secret playtime sessions with himself.

“Miles, your such a fucking desperate whore for them..look at you…hng~ fucking..fucking yourself because of a pretty pair of panties~” and he loves it. He has so many dirty names for himself.

“You dirty old man, fucking slut for her.”

And each and everytime he cums, he lets out such a whiny and guttural moan that sends heat right to your core. When he comes down from his high, still slowly rutting into you..he can only chant your name like it’s a damn prayer keeping him sane.

Anyways those are just some thots😋

-Blue

BROOOOO NOT THE SCENTING I'M SO WEAK FOR THAT

recom!quaritch going pure fucking feral thanks to all those lovely new instincts that come with his new na'vi body is like chicken soup for the soul, i am OBSESSED

also QUARITCH DEGRADING HIMSELF IS SO BIG BRAIN, I LOVE I LOVE I LOVE

[sebsxphia]

No thoughts just major major being so obsessed with you that he jerks off with your panties like a dirty little perv

robyn, baby, i love you and your beautiful brain sm!!!! come here and lemme give you the biggest smooch!!!!!!

i get the vibes that major major can be a real dirty little perv. he’s a power bottom and with that comes the desire and obsession with you. he’s obsessed with you and your body and how you use him to get yourself off, which translates to filthy fantasies of his.

you’ve played out fantasies of touching yourself in your bedroom and major major looking through the keyhole, jerking himself off outside the door. you’ve put your little lace panties in his mouth while you ride him and he gets off on both feeling your cunt around him and tasting you on the fragile material.

you caught him on multiple occasions jerking himself off with your panties in his hand or stuffed in his mouth, so when he got the promotion to major and he wrote to you telling you he had a whole office to himself, you sent him a pair of your lace panties that you wore for three days straight and touched yourself in. on top of that, you also sent him a pair of your sheer stockings. now he had the space, why not send him his two favorite items of underwear?

you want to know why he doesn’t let people in his office? because he’s stretched back in his chair, thighs spread and fisting his cock over his khaki trousers. your sheer stockings are draped over his base. the feeling of the soft material rubbing against his balls reminds him of when you’d ride his thigh and he could feel them brush over his flesh.

he feels so dirty doing this in public where any other major or general could walk in to see him stuffing his cock with his wife’s underwear like a dirty little perv. but that’s what gets him off.

your panties are stuffed in his hand and they run up and over his length as he jerks himself off. soft little grunts escape his mouth and he whines your name like a sweet prayer when he comes. he’ll make sure to spill his spend into the lace panties a couple of times before sending them back to you.

thank you so, so much for this insane thot my love!! i’ve been waiting for this one, turn it up!!!! 💌💖

[tokuteasings]

doin’ something unholy - NSFW - Kagero x Reader x Igarashi Daiji

So guess who watched the Revice Forward movie and has things to write about Kagero and Daiji because i love myself? Yes. I do. 

I am so sorry

Warnings: Kagero x Reader x Daiji and full of sin. Kinda AU where they’re demons like actual demons and Daiji and angel I guess...I’m tempted to do a spider demon!Hiromi smut thingy bc I got thots. Uh...I kept it as GN as possible. Don’t bother sending me to church I’ll turn it into my hell hole. Anyway enjoy

What a lucky, lucky, little thing you are...

Fire licking at your body, hellish flicks and licks of a forked tongue toying with your form - spread out upon the altar of communion, where God can witness the most sacrilegious of unions. 

Of devil and angel, of God’s most holy of creations placed in front of mortal flesh and feasting. 

The devil beneath you parts your legs further and further, the sea of honeyed wine entering his lips and he partakes within your adoration. His tongue flickers in and out of his mouth, chuckling and sending vibrations into your spine that only denotes of furthering yourself from the clutches of Eden. 

But the angel hushes you.

He, with his holy light and wings stained with hints of devilish black, only press his lips to yours and deft hands flutter against your chest, nipples tweaked left and right - a whine leaving your lips and echoing into his. “Daiji...” you mouth out against his wet lips, your shaking hands gripping his to cease his sacred onslaught of sending you into heaven. “D-Don’t let me-”

“It’s okay, I got you,” his wings flicker against the corner of your vision, wrapping around your chest and shielding it from the snake’s gaze from the earth below. “Kagero,” he chides out, “I think that’s enough.”

“Hmm?” Kagero simply purrs out, an ebony nail tracing the mountains of marks he dotted against your supple thighs. “Is it?” his tongue flickers in the candlelight, lapping up the last vestiges of your cream and purring as the cat would. “Have they had enough?”

“Yes...” came the hoarse little croak from your swollen lips, throat simply red and raw from being blessed by their cocks down your throat and unleashing prayers within this holy house of God towards the devil and angel beside you. “Please let me cum.”

Kagero lets out a small whistle as he stands back up to his full height, smirking and towering over your sitting form as the angel’s wings further fluff up to shy your body away from him. “Then swear yourself to me-”

“Kagero!” Daiji bats the other’s hand away, anger bubbling within his chest. “Don’t do that to them!”

“But I want to.” he roughly grabs your chin, forcing you to look up to your new deity, to fall into piety. “What will the answer be, hm?”

Daiji hushes him, a wing further shooing the other away before taking you further into his arms, peppering kisses to your already flushed skin and hoping to cool it down. “Do not listen to me.” his fingers slither towards your nethers, tempting you with the vice of heaven and choir. Dusting with light, careful, and adoring touches - banishing the welts of the demon. He is prepared to worship you as the god that you are, and to be worshiped in turn.

“I don’t care who it is...” came your sinful little whine. “Just...let me cum.”

It’s this tiny little prayer to the angel and devil in front of you, a last sacrament to both who hold your life in their hands...

God cannot save you now...

[fandom-blackhole]

We know Din is really religious so modern au priest!Din??

So now we really are preying on my religious kink/trauma now aren't we? Well jokes on you, I fucking love this and I would love to continue this AU....

Din had been young when the convent had taken him in after his parents had passed. It wasn't uncommon for this convent to take in wayward children that had either been left behind by their parents or orphaned. Growing up Din became fascinated and enraptured by all of the teachings the nuns taught them. It didn't take him long before he as a teenager had gone to Mother Amora and told her that he wanted to pursue the calling he felt to be a priest and share the religion. The Mother of the convent had been overjoyed with Din's decision, so when the time came she had payed his way through school with savings the convent had set aside. Din had been at the top of his class, and when he graduated he was welcomed back at the the convent with open arms. He stayed there for a few years helping the nuns that raised him, raise and teach all of the children still at the convent. When the time came though, he was called away to preach at a church, and so he went. Din found himself hoping around from church to church, never staying more than a few years, and always leaving when the next calling came to him. Then he was moved to a small community to preach for it and a few of the surrounding small towns. When he first arrived he had been shocked when they had welcomed him with open arms, all of his previous churches they had cared less about him, never liking how stoic he was, but this community was    nice. They always cared for him and made sure he was comfortable, they never made him pay for his things when he went to the market, and they all listened to him with rapted attention as he gave his sermons. He had settled in quickly, and for once he thought he found a church he liked. Then your family had moved into the town. He, as he was meant to, went to your home to welcome you to the community and invite you to the services. But he was shocked when you had opened the door and gave him an angelic smile and looking perfect in a flowy sundress. After he first saw you he couldn't stop his mind from wandering to thoughts of you at all times. He felt gross and sinful, but at the same time like these feelings and thoughts were so    right. He found himself watching you whenever he could, always making eye contact with you while he was preaching, how you would always shoot him a smile that made his heart flutter. At night he fought against how much he wanted you there with him in his bed, he tried so hard not to touch himself, but he failed everytime, cumming with a choked gasp of your name. Din held himself back from you though, never went out of his way to speak to you, too scared he would slip up. So when you had shown up at the church late one evening and asked if you could give a confession, he had nodded and lead you to the booth. He opened the door and motioned you inside as his mind raced at you just being there infront of him. After he settled in he told you to go ahead. You had repeated the act of contrition prayer, in that sweet voice of yours before you had spoken up quietly and said, "Father, I must confess to having sinful and terrible thoughts for a man I shouldn't, for a man I cannot have."

Din felt his mouth go dry and he asked as calmly as possible, "And why is it that it is wrong for you to have these thoughts about this man?" He heard you take a shuddering breath before you whispered so quietly he could barely hear your words.

"Because he is a pious man...because you are a man of the church...." Din felt like his heart had stopped and he couldn't stop himself from rushing to the other side of the confessional and barging in, making sure the door closes behind him. Then he quickly whispered out, "Sweet angel, if you are sinful for having thoughts of me, then I am the most sinful man on earth for my thoughts of you..." Then Din crashed his lips to yours with a groan. He kissed you the way he had been dreaming about since he had seen you in the doorway of your home. When he pulled away for air he ran his nose along your jawline and ran his hands along your sides, before tugging on the hem of your dress asking, "Please, my angel, may I touch you the way I have been fantasizing about since I first saw you?" When you gave him a weak nod, he slowly pushed your dress up your thighs while mouthing at your neck. When he reached your panties, he spent no time at all in pushing them aside and pressing two of his fingers inside of you. He groaned at the feeling of you around his fingers and he slowly fucked you with his fingers, and when you gasped out his name as you came he moaned. Then he quickly pulled himself from his slacks and pumped his cock with his slick hand a few times before he pressed his forehead to yours as he sank into you. Din fucked you slowly and passionately in that booth until you were red in the face and he couldn't hold back any longer, so he reached down and rubbed your clit a few times before you came hard and moaned his name into his ear. He followed shortly after groaning and bit into your shoulder as he came deep inside of you. After he calmed down enough, he fixed both of your clothing and helped you stand. Then he walked you to the doors of the church, and before you could walk out, he grabbed your face and gave you another passionate kiss before slowly pulling away. Then he whispered to you, "Whenever you need me, sweet angel, I will be here for you. I promise..."

More More Again

(SEND ME THOTS!!!)

[messmertheimpaler]

2, 6, 11, 15, 22, 49 for eris × teabag and luna × joshy

come along to this clownery train!!! 🚂

2. who apologizes first? in what way? is it hard for either of them to apologize?

eris/teague: teague tends to apologize whenever he’s being weird or distant. eris will snap her fingers at him to get his attention and then she begins to to think she’s not interesting enough because he’s distracted. he’ll apologize and offer to let her rest on his lap and play with her hair. eris rarely apologizes, but she does do it when warranted.

luna/joshua: luna apologizes ALL THE TIME, even for things that had nothing to do with her or wasn’t her fault at all. joshua says sorry if he’s coming off cold or uncaring, but luna apologizes for being annoying. it turns into a sorry contest. it’s not hard for either of them to apologize, just hard for them to stop being sorry.

6. who tries to make up first? does it work?

eris/teague: teague. case in point, when he was captured, he returned and stayed the night to make eris feel better. any time he’s gone for longer than he said, he knows he’s gonna come to the gc with eris crying or s/t so he brings her little gifts. it doesn’t soothe her, but he tries.

luna/joshua: joshua. he knows he’s not... adequate like he used to be, but he goes above and beyond for her, to the point when they’re being intimate, they both know being exposed to the air hurts him, but he never complains. she tells him every time that he doesn’t need to do anything that involves hurting himself.

11. what’s their favorite pass time when they’re upset?

eris/teague: eris goes to lucila to talk smack about teague lmao, or she writes letters to paolo and mindy, knowing she won’t send them, but it’s a comfort for her.

luna/joshua: luna asks joshua to read to her or asks him to just be near her. if she’s crying, joshua holds her close and carries her to his bed so she can rest.

15. who misses the other more, or really thinks about them more?

eris/teague: eris misses him more... ugh... CLOWN. and she makes it very obvious all the girls in the gc know. teague thinks about her when he’s at the hounds pit and trying to think about the coup then suddenly he’ll find himself thinking about eris and what she’s up to. 

luna/joshua: joshua misses her more. he never speaks on it, but he does say a prayer for her. any time she leaves zion, he feels emptier than before and it isn’t until she returns that he feels at peace. she thinks about him more though, especially any time she sees graffiti of the burned man.

22. what’s their go-to breakup/angst song?

eris/teague: someone new - hozier

luna/joshua: the night we met - lord huron

49. do they think about each other a lot? does it affect their performance/schoolwork?

eris/teague: constantly!!! eris actually called one of her clients ‘teague’ lmao!!! treavor called teague out about her because he’s nosy!!! then after they took over dunwall, treavor told teague to find another girl when teague was missing her :\

luna/joshua: joshua thinks about her while he’s trying to read and it varies between just thinking if she’s okay or sinful thots... huhuhuehehue

[worshipbeginsontheknees]

Thots and prayers for the day:

I remember like yesterday the way the winds changed when our paths crossed. Such a casual passing through an intersection of life. You were meant to be disposable, used for a time and then cast aside like any toy. Yet, I could not bring myself to toss you away or even put you on a shelf. I wish with all that I am that I had.

I know nothing about you is good for me. That you are deceitful and you deal in half truths and lies. Lying by omission is something you have turned into an art. Trickling the truth based on the evidence against you, inspiring. I feel broken and unappreciated, but I cannot seem to leave your web. You know this and you keep me tightly bound in that silken cocoon, like a back burner meal in case nothing better comes along. This is what I have become to you. An afterthought. A known entity.

You need the chase, the thrill of the unknown. When I was an unknown, you had all the time in the world. But being familiar, the mystery is gone. I know you have been on the prowl again. Even if you won't admit it. I can feel your sin through your indifference. When did you know that you were going to make this a slow death? At what moment was I placed in the category for things you had outgrown? You tire of me, but cannot free me. You are the demon that holds me down, down, down.

I once had a dream that we both had wings and knew the way the sky felt in our hands, it was everything I ever wanted. Until you brought your hands to mine and tore them from my back, sending me to plummet to the earth and become like everyone else. Then you floated down, promised to save me. Promised to be my God.

The price was small, only my heart. Only my loyalty. That I pray to you and only you. You promised I would be your most favored. Your most exalted. But here I am, on my knees again. I call to you, but get no answer. I pray and I pray. I promise to be good. You ignore me. You leave me with the memories of your mouth upon mine. How it felt the first time your skin pressed against me as you gripped my hips to angle yourself perfectly. You leave me here with the ghosts of every thrust and how beautiful you were when you gave in to desire.

You are cruel. You are no God. No angel. You are nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. I think tonight I will get reacquainted with my demons, at least they're here to listen.