Dear Fanfiction Writers,

don’t mind me being horny over Jim Halpert and how he would stuff you with a vibrator before work and has the remote in his pocket and adjusts the settings just when you think you’re safe. how he watches you squirm in your seat but try and pass it off so no one knows what’s really going on.

how he looks like a predator about to pounce on his prey with the triumphant smirk on his face as he watches you try and contain your moans. he plays with the controls while he’s getting coffee, enjoying the bitter drink while he watches you try to focus on the words in front of you and shakily apologize to Dwight when he scolds you on not getting work done.

how, at the end of the day, he pulls you aside to a private office where you won’t be bothered and teases you more with the toy that was buzzing away in your tight little cunt the whole day before he fucks you relentlessly on the table and kisses you breathless so that the others don’t hear your begging moans.

hear me out. luffy + "i want to taste you so badly."

Synopsis: Luffy eats you out for the first time. Thats it. that's the fic. LMAO Pairing: Luffy x AFAB reader CW: NSFW MINORS DNI, cunnilingus, Luffy eats you like you're a piece of meat, a hint of overstimulation A/N: thank you aims for helping me get my writing juices back I love you very much ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

You don’t know how it got to this point– his hands all over you, his lips bruising against yours, and your body aching to let him go further, but god, you’re not about to stop it. Not when his kiss feels like it’s devouring you, swallowing every breath, every moan, every damn thought. His hands are greedy and possessive, roughened palmes skating over your waist, dipping under your top, squeezing your thighs like he can’t get enough. It’s frantic, it’s like he’s trying to carve his name into your skin with his touch.

The counter bites into the backs of your thighs when he grabs you, hoisting you onto the edge like you weigh nothing. The moment your ass hits the cold surface, his mouth leaves yours, trailing down– his lips, his teeth, his tongue leaving a messy, wet path along your jaw and neck. Every kiss, every bite makes you gasp, makes you arch into him, makes your thighs clench around his sides with need, 

“Fuck,” you hiss when he sinks his teeth lightly into the curve of your collarbone, his laugh muffled against your skin. His hands slide up your thighs, tugging your skirt up like it’s the only thing standing between him and salvation. 

When his eyes meet yours, dark and heavy, filled with so much hunger, it makes your chest tight.

“I want to taste you so badly,” he rasps like the thought is choking him, clawing its way out of his throat. 

Your breath hitches as his hands grip your thighs, spreading them wider. You don’t even get a chance to respond because his mouth is on you again, lower now, trailing down your stomach. Every kiss feels like it's branded into you, like he is marking his territory, staking his claim. 

He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, yanking them down in one motion that makes your head spin. The cool air hits you first, then the unbearable heat of his breath, fanning over your soaked folds. His nose brushes your inner thigh as he nuzzles closer, like he is savoring the anticipation. 

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath, more to himself than to you, his fingers spreading you open to expose everything to his curious, hungry eyes. He’s mesmerized, he’s never seen anything like it so close and personal, and now he’s about to worship it in the filthiest way possible. 

“So… do I just…?” he trails off, his voice uncharacteristically unsure, but it doesn't matter because the first swipe of his tongue is anything but hesitant. It's slow, it's testing, and it's enough to make your hips jerk against him. 

A strangled moan slips from your lips, your hands shooting down to tangle in his hair, desperate to pull him closer, to urge him to keep going. He hums against you, the sound vibrating against you as he does it again, this time with more pressure, and more confidence. 

“Fuck, just like that,” you gasp, your voice wrecked and shaky, your thighs trembling in his grasp. “A little higher– oh, fuck,-- right there.”

Your words spur him on, and any hint of hesitation evaporates. Luffy dives back in, his mouth moving against you with chaotic, unpracticed motions. His tongue explores you in wild, unpredictable strokes– sloppy, desperate, and so goddamn eager it makes your toes curl. He’s all over you, licking, sucking, and tasting like he can’t get enough, like he’s been starving for this and only just realized it. 

When your fingers twist in his hair, pulling him up, he responds immediately. His lips close around your clit, sucking experimentally, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves in a way that’s almost too much and not enough all at once. The sharp pull of pleasure wrenches a cry from your throat, your head tipping back as heat pools low in your belly.

“Fuck– you taste so good,” he mutters between messy licks and desperate sucks, his words garbled and dripping with awe. His voice is thick with it, like he’s lost in the act, too consumed by the taste of you to bother with coherence.

His hands tighten on your thighs, his grip bruising as he pulls you closer, dragging your ass halfway off the counter so he can bury himself even deeper. His nose nudges against your clit and applies pressure while his tongue laps greedily at the slick that spills from you. It’s filthy, the wet sounds of his mouth working against you filling the kitchen, but he doesn't care, nor does he even seem aware of anything beyond you. 

He’s clumsy, his inexperience glaring in the way his rhythm sometimes falters, or the way he presses too hard or not hard enough- but each misstep only lasts a moment. Your moans guide him, your hips shifting against his face wordlessly tells him what you need, and he learns fast. Each mistake is corrected with an almost frantic determination, his tongue and lips returning to the spots that make you gasp and tremble. 

He’s drooling, his chin slick with spit and arousal, a messy way of showing how utterly unhinged he is in his desire to consume you. The mess only spurs him on, his face buried so deep between your thighs that you can feel every breath, every groan in your soul. 

The pressure building inside of you is a slow and devastating burn, the tension coiling tighter and tighter with every erratic flick of his tongue. Luffy devours you like it’s his last meal. His lack of finesse, his insatiable hunger, it is all overwhelming, and he can't help but make up for every imperfection with sheer, unrelenting passion. 

You’re trembling under him, gasping for air, the edge rushing toward you like a wave you can’t outrun. And he just keeps going, keeps devouring, keeps pulling you apart with his mouth like he’s determined to ruin you. 

You try to warn him, your voice tumbling out in a fragmented rush. “Luffy, oh shit, I'm gonna–” The words dissolve into a cry as the tension inside of you finally snaps, shattering into shards of blinding ecstasy. 

Your orgasm crashes through you, a white-hot pleasure that steals the very breath from your lungs and leaves you trembling. Every nerve feels like it's been set alight, your body bucking against his mouth as waves of pleasure ripple through you. Luffy groans low against your core, the sound vibrating against your oversensitive flesh and sending aftershocks tearing through you. He doesn’t pull back, his tongue is determined to prolong every second of your unraveling, dragging you deeper into the flames. 

Your body jerks beneath him, overstimulated and desperate as his lips close around your clit again. His tongue flicks against you, not daring to stop even as your hands fly to his hair in a frantic attempt to slow him down. “Luffy! Fuck- wait, I can't-” The words barely leave your mouth, thin and broken, your voice cracking under the intensity. 

He doesn’t listen. Not even a little. 

Lost in his own maddened desire, he seems hell-bent on wringing every last shiver, every last gasp, every last ounce of essence from you. His hands clamp down on your thighs, pinning you in place as his mouth works you over, ruthless in its hunger. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes, your hips jerking involuntarily, hands tugging at his hair in a vain attempt to slow him. You’re spiraling, helpless against his eagerness to please, and it is all too much to even form a single coherent thought. 

It’s only when another broken string of pleas leaves your lips that he finally relents, pulling back with one last lingering kiss that makes your thighs quiver. His face is flushed and glistening, his lips swollen and slick from his efforts, and the pride in his dark, spiraling eyes is undeniable. 

You’re still trying to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling in uneven bursts, when your gaze drops and that's when you see it. The unmistakable bulge in his pants, hard and straining against his shorts, his hand pressed against it in slow, agonizing circles as if he's barely holding himself together. 

“Looks like someone enjoyed himself,” you rasp, the words tumbling out between breaths as you try to piece yourself back together. 

Luffy blinks at you, dazed before a sheepish grin spreads across his lips. “Couldn’t help it,” he murmurs, “you just taste so good.”

A breathless laugh escapes you, your chest still heaving as you weakly gesture toward his hand. “I’d love to help with that, but…” you trail off, laying back against the counter as you try to steady your racing pulse. “You’re going to have to give me a minute. Someone wore me out.”

His grin widens, unrepentant and unbothered as he continues to palm himself. “Okay, take your time, as long as I get to have more later.” 

It's the way he says it- so simple, so raw, still so full of the hunger that he unleashed onto you just moments prior- that makes your body ache all over again.

For anyone who’s like to know when the fic I posted about is found, I’m creating a tag list! I’ve already got some names added to it but if you’d like to be added, just go ahead and comment here and I’ll be happy to let you know! 😁😁

The post in question:

https://at.tumblr.com/sqwishywrites34/help-to-find-a-fic-i-cant-remember-was-platform/njai4055k565

Seeing stars

Prompt: Praise 

Gren x Gender neutral!Star touched elf!Reader

Gren’s hands were surprisingly soft against your skin,tracing the stars across your skin before kissing them. 

“So beautiful. Your stars, they're the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen” You reached up to cup his face,squishing his cheeks slightly and pulling him closer. Kissing him before moving on to his freckles,kissing both of his cheeks over and over again. 

"Well your freckles are like your stars,and I love each and everyone of them" He avoided your eyes as his face turned red. "And they turn the most lovely shade of red when you're flustered" 

“Y/N” His hands quickly moved to his cheeks,leaving his neck uncovered and you weren’t wasting any time. You wanted him,every single part. Grabbing his hands,you pulled him closer before flipping him onto his back. Kissing his neck as you held his hands,intertwining your fingers with his. “Y/N” With each kiss he moaned,like you had pressed a button every time you kissed his neck,which was now covered in bites. 

“I love it when you call my name like that. You’re being such a good boy for me”

“Please I’ve been so good for you,please can I touch you?”

“And what would you do if I let you?” 

“I’d kiss every star and make you see stars” You felt flustered,that last part was nothing you’d even imagine him saying but hearing it set your entity body on fire. 

“Really?”

“Really”

For anyone who is waiting on the link to the fic I’m trying to locate, unfortunately there has been minimal progress as of yet, at least on my end. If you’d like to help, it would be much appreciated! And not just by me, as it appears! I will keep you updated if there’s any progress :) thank you for being patient! Hopefully it will be found soon!

The Official White House twitter account posted ASMR video of immigrants getting shackled

Kakashi: [sees you and Obito hanging out] Whats up?

Obito: I'm bonding with your datefriend. I like them. We're plotting your demise.

BOTTOM STAIR IS COMPLETE

REINFORCE 2nd 3rd AND 4th

DO NOT TOUCH THE TOP STAIR FOR NOW

🐐

Thinking about Bakugou x Reader X Kirishima (either established or forming relationship)

With Reader who is a damn beast on the battle field I’m talking like could and would 1v1 God and damn well hold their own,, but they hate being mean

Like anything that might sound even slightly mean will never cross their lips, or if it does they immediately start apologizing like they just offended your whole bloodline even if they just accidentally said barely even classing as rude

If someone tries to goad them into saying something mean, or if when Baku tries to get them to say even the tiniest threat, they’ll be like on the verge of tears, whining out a “no! That would be mean! 🥺🥺🥺”

They just straight up do not have a single mean bone in their body

But they could absolutely body anyone on the battlefield

Absolute beast mode

Just straight savagery

But will not even be able to mention an incorrect order

But not to worry, they have 2 boyfriends who will absolutely protect them and stand up for them and one of which will not hesitate to cuss someone out for forgetting their pickles

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