#𝜗𝜚 by kat .

[fakevalentine]

— FLUSH ! 🃁 🃊 🃋 🃍 🃎

female reader x sevika

cw — nsfw. public sex. exhibitionism. oral ( sevika ). finger sucking. spit play. humiliation?. sev has body hair!

disclaimer i have no idea how to play poker also this is kinda long i just love sevika so much i had to put my whole pussy into her!!!

no matter how many times sevika literally sat down and explained the rules of poker, you never understood. she told you step by step what to do, even a lost a round while letting you take her turn to practice.

but no avail. you remain clueless and, well... useless.

sevika drags you to the last drop every friday, and tonight was dragging on for an annoyingly long period of time. she enjoyed gambling and won a lot, spoiling you if you acted right. you didn't want to take that away from her— even if you were bored out of your mind sat beside her.

she had sent you up to the bar with a handful of coins for 'a whiskey and whatever you want.'

thieram (or chuck, as jinx calls him) the bartender, knows exactly how to pour her drink. he's nice to you, offers some small talk and maybe a friendly compliment, but doesn't let his eyes linger on you for too long. and that's about it.

you take her whiskey over ice from the bar, not bothering to get yourself anything since you were still sipping on your beer you got an hour ago. you keep forgetting to drink it.

sevika drinks too fast, you tell her all the time. but it takes a whole lot to get her drunk, she wasn't even tipsy yet.

her attention is solely centralized on her cards splayed out between her metal fingers and held in place by her thumb. you glance at her face as you sit down and slide her drink over; she's unreadable as ever. her poker face is impressive.

her flesh hand reaches over to pat your thigh in thanks before wrapping around the glass of whiskey and taking a gulp, sighing and sitting back on her chair. her legs are spread wide, and you're suddenly distracted by her thick thighs.

and she's fully aware. "bored?"

you look back up at her face when her deep voice rings through your ears. she's looking at you now, her piercing bright eyes basically staring through you. "no. just thinking." you reply.

she raises an eyebrow, not believing you, "about...?"

riding your thighs— "nothing important. are you winning?"

she huffs at your question, "guess." she wins every round, and has. her pile of winnings only growing higher, and you know you're eating good for at least a month.

you smile softly, looking around the poker table at her men that were clearly distressed. it wasn't looking so good for them, their wallets collecting dust every time they played against sevika— and yet they came back every friday and threw their last coins on the bet in hopes of suddenly getting lucky.

"i know you're bored." sevika murmurs, and you feel a little guilty because you know how much she genuinely enjoys playing poker. but it was boring you to death.

you frown and look up at her, "sorry, babe..."

she shrugs, her hand finding your thigh again as she looks back down at her cards, "i got an idea."

"don't tell me you're gonna make me play again.." you giggle a little, and the corner of sevika's mouth turns up just a little at the familiar sound.

"fuck no," she squeezes your thigh, your muscles flexing under her grip, "not a chance, girl."

you reach for your beer as she talks, taking a few sips and admiring how the low light of the bar highlights the scars decorating her brown skin, "so what's your idea, sev?"

"get on your knees."

you choke on your drink, eyebrows scrunching together as you stare at her for a few seconds. "seriously?"

sevika shrugs nonchalantly, "it'll keep you busy."

she barely blinks before you're setting your drink down and slipping under the table between her legs on your knees, always eager to please her. the men at the table look up from their cards, watching you scramble under their table before exchanging looks with eachother.

"keep your eyes on your damn cards." sevika snaps, spreading her legs a little wider as your hands slide up her thighs and finds her heavy belt buckle, the metal clanking as you undo it. you then pop the button on her pants and pull her zipper down.

you know her boundaries, and you know better than pull her pants down any more than needed— even though you want to. so you shimmy then down along with her boxers just enough.

her boys aren't completely stupid, they know what you're doing under the table. but they also know not to mention it, not wanting to piss sevika off, paired with them being used to the very little decorum you and her have. anytime, anywhere.

so of course this wasn't the first time you knelt at your girlfriend's feet on the sticky bar floor, hence your lack of hesitation.

sevika's hand comes down to your face, squishing your cheeks before easing two of her thick fingers into your mouth, pushing them further until you gag. you know she would be smiling that pretty tooth gap grin if she wasn't putting on her poker face, but admittedly, both were hot.

she presses her thumb against your chin to tilt your face up, putting pressure on your tongue and sliding her digits along your muscle. she's doing this for a few of reasons, the main one being to get herself wet— and to torture you, of course.

she fucks her fingers in and out of your mouth and you probably should be embarrassed by the nasty gagging, clicking sounds you're making. you know the people around you can hear, and you should be ashamed.

she sees your thighs press together, shoving her fingers down your throat with a groan. "fuck is wrong with you?" she scowls, waiting until you gag again before pulling her soaked fingers out, smearing the slobber over the bottom half of your face and smudging your lipstick.

well she's soaked now, fucking your throat always works a charm. you can see the hairs on her mound glistening with arousal, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth at the sight.

she pulls your lip from your teeth with her thumb, sliding the pad over it. "c'mon, get to work."

you scoot closer to her, lowering your face between her thighs and flicking your tongue out to taste her. sevika just takes a deep breath, her thigh twitching a little.

you latch your warm mouth onto her, moaning against her clit at her taste as you suck on her gently. she hums in approval, reaching her hand down to thread through your hair to shove your face further into her cunt.

you happily oblige, looking up as you mouth at her messily. your hand slides up her body to slip under her shirt, feeling the slight contractions of her abdomen, her happy trail tickling your fingers.

the only thing you disliked about doing this was that you didn't get to see her pretty face scrunch up, or her head fall back as she pants heavy and tries not to let out little high pitched moans. but you also don't mind her cold stare, barely acknowledging how your tongue pressed against her hole, humming when you taste her arousal leak out.

she just grunts, letting go of your hair and grabbing a cigar, shoving it between her teeth and lighting the end of it— mostly to keep her own mouth busy to conceal the moans and groans brewing in her throat.

"keep goin'."

that's your sign that she's close, and you knuckle down, moving your head up and down slightly. her right leg jerks, smoke blowing out of her nose as she exhales deeply and tries to keep her composure.

you smile against her at the sight, and her eye twitches in annoyance. she knows you know— both that she's close, and the way you make her feel. it drives her insane that you know her so well, that you can make the most feared woman of the undercity a puddle in your mouth.

sevika grunts, shifting her hips and looking down at you. "come on." she mumbles, smoke escaping between her teeth and making you a little dizzy.

you shake your head slightly to heighten the friction, her clit throbbing against your tongue as her jaw clenches. her leg jerks up again as she cums, her knee knocking against the poker table and making the chips jump. you flinch a little but keep sucking as she grips your hair, keeping your mouth on her as her head falls back on her chair.

she lets out a huff, rubbing her hand over her face and pulling your face away from between her thighs. she scans your face, taking in your pussy drunk expression, her slick covering the bottom half of your face.

you smile up at her, and she smirks. both at how cute you look, and how god damn slutty you are.

one of her men clears his throat awkwardly, shifting in his seat. "you two need'ta get a damn room."

[stqrgirl3]

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[mattsstarlet]

what was dealer matts and readers first time having sex like?

!!: mentions of sex, praising.

omg. i love this question. so i mentioned in another ask that she was no longer a virgin after seeing matt. they did it at her place in her bed bc matt def wants to treat her like a princess. he’s so not making her first time in a car or at some other place she’s not comfortable with.

it was an innocent make out ses until he suddenly had her naked underneath him. he was very reassuring and gentle (crazy since he’s so mysterious and tough.) though, she was tight so he had to gain lots of courage from pounding into her and her little whines and moans did not help him at all.

there was soooo much praising and what not.

“it’s okay, baby. m’gonna gonna go real slow, okay?” “that’s a good girl.” “yeah? you like that, sweetheart?” “too deep? you can take it…i know you can you’re such a good girl f’me.”

[bijousite]

[julietsbody]

KITTY KAT — art donaldson + reader : art has a tendency to show up late to your lessons. 

tags: mdni, tennis lessons, coach!art donaldson, p in v sex, fingering, art is kind of an asshole, cheating (not on reader) 

a/n: sorry to tashi… this goes out to my dear @murdrdocs

thirty minutes ago. 

art donaldson was supposed to be here thirty minutes ago, your teeth grit against each other, foot tapping impatiently against the concrete floor below you. 

art was a sweet guy, sure, but his time management was beyond infuriating. it almost made you feel like he thought himself above you, like you weren’t worth his time. 

“one to talk,” you mumble to yourself, dragging your racket on the ground, “rich from the guy who was coached by his wife.” 

ahem. 

you spin around, and of course, he’s standing right there, looking the same as he always does. his dirty blonde hair was messed up and falling over his eyebrows, blue eyes, with a mix of brown, staring directly at you with an almost amused expression. 

you blink at him, once, twice. 

a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips, “sorry for being late.” 

it sounds condescending, like he would never actually mean it, especially not after what he heard, it felt like a sort of karma for what you were previously saying about him. 

and he knows that, of course he does, so he masks it with a sense of sweetness, one that would typically gaslight people into thinking they’ve been forgiven, but you know better. 

you’ve been coached by art for a while now, and his little habits became far too predictable. this was odd, though, you couldn’t make out the glint in his eye, especially when you mumble a, “sorry, i didn’t mean—“  

“let’s get started, yeah?” art cuts in, bitter, yet his voice still sounded like it was dipped in honeysuckle.

he whisks right past you with that same, tugged up smirk, he reeked of rich cologne and mint. 

your lips press together and you silently, albeit ashamed, nod in agreement. 

maybe silence will earn points back from your coach. 

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚ ��

silence did not earn anything. 

art served hard, hit the ball hard, it was as if he wanted to make the ball break through your racket and hit you square in the face. he clearly took your miniscule words personally, and he was testing you, trying to break you down, to see how much you could take until your bones turned soft and you felt like giving up. 

the first time you called a pause, art smiled, “don’t tell me you’re giving up.” 

“pause,” you repeat through heaved breaths, sweat sticking to your skin underneath the relentless sun. art had that same playful look in his eyes that he always did, he knew that what he was doing was working, he knew that he was getting under your skin, and as cruel as it sounds, he really did enjoy it. 

if you ever were to ask him about it, he’d just shrug and say it’s all a part of the practice, it always happens in tennis, especially professional, he’s just preparing you. but deep down, he really just wanted to say that he was doing it for those reasons but for his own personal pleasures, karma comes in many forms, but art picks the harshest form first. 

he watches you drink water with a desperate urgency, stifling his own chuckles, “you sure you’re okay?” 

“‘m fine,” you speak after gulping down the last drop, finally satisfied, “let’s keep going.” 

art’s brows furrow ever so slightly, but as soon as you’re back to being ready, he rolls the tennis ball in his hand a little, observing it, before throwing it up in the air and sending it your way. he’s so casual with every hit, despite his grunts and the way his nose scrunches whenever ball meets racket, he makes it look like it’s nothing. 

to make it even worse, he starts trying to conversate between passes, “you know—“ smack! another grunt leaves his lips, “it’s really rude to—“ smack! “speak about people behind their—“ smack! “fuck.. backs.” 

you’re so busy trying to decipher his words you almost miss the next hit, but thankfully you snap out of the trance quick enough to hit it last minute, which he chuckles at and quickly sends it back. 

smack! “‘m sorry, art, really—“ your shoes scratch against the concrete below, smack! “i was being very—“ smack! “childish, i apologize.” 

he hums, content with your apologies, but still not outwardly saying he forgives you, instead his hits start to soften, he’s less trying to kill you with the ball and now rather trying to actually play tennis. “you’re all good—“ he confirms, smack! “just make it up to me, yeah?” 

ball meets floor, his words had completely caught you off guard, and you missed your hit on the ball he sent your way. you felt almost stupid, standing there, staring at him and trying to decipher what he meant by making it up to him. 

and of course, he didn’t elaborate, he never did, he simply just picked up another ball, smiled at you, and said, “ready?” 

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚ 🎾

art said he forgave you, right? 

ever since that day, he’s been acting.. off. he was more focused on your figure now, not in a crude way, but in a way where he wanted you to position yourself correctly when playing. he watches you serve the ball, then his tongue prods at the inside of his cheek and he stands, “hey, hey, wait a second— your uh… your stance is wrong.” 

“it is?” it was the fifth time he’s corrected you, today, and it’s safe to say you were getting annoyed, he picked up on the bitterness of your tone as he approached you. 

“‘ts not my fault, kitty cat,” he shrugged simply, noticing the way your eyes narrow in frustration at his nickname, he only smiles. he leans in behind you, “may i?” his hands are ghosting over your arms from behind. 

“whatever helps,” you remark. 

“good,” it’s softly spoken at the shell of your ear, making you swallow thick, his fingers wrap around your wrist, other one holding your fingers grip on the racket’s handle. his grip is tight, yet gentle at the same time, veins flexing against his flesh with every movement as he helps you move into the right position. “just gotta.. do it like this,” he’s still whispering against your ear, nearly making your knees buckle. 

once he’s satisfied with your position, which is far too quick for your liking, he backs off and lets you serve the ball again. he smiles once he’s gotten what he’s wanted, “perfect.” 

eventually, after a while of hitting the ball, you decided to take a break. there was a silence between you and art, a tension you couldn’t place, you had nothing to blame it on, nothing to apologize for, and he constantly looked like he was trying to say something indescribable. 

“hey,” he starts, before tugging his bottom lip under his tongue for a mere second before continuing, “remember when i said you had to make it up to me?” 

you stare at him, curious, “yeah, of course.” 

“you know,” his hands smooth over each other, skin underneath his right eye twitching as his pupils dilate in thought, “i’ve been having a.. problem, lately.” 

“with tennis?” 

“nono,” he laughs nervously, moving to scratch the back of his neck, “it’s personal, y’know? well— not entirely, since ‘m telling you, but uh— actually, nevermind.” 

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚ 🎾

you and art hadn’t discussed much after the last meet, you found yourself standing in the court yet again, whilst he was no short of an hour late at this point. you wanted to ask him what his deal is lately, what his problem is, but he wasn’t even here to be questioned. it was almost ridiculous, like he was toying with you. 

“i like your skirt,” it comes out of nowhere, but it’s the same, smooth voice that art holds. 

yet again, you find yourself spinning around to meet him, he’s closer, now, clearly eyeing you— but that’s.. weird, is it not? he has a wife, he shouldn’t be complimenting your obviously short skirt, or eyeing you like that, or wishing to tell you things that he had apparently not told anyone else because it’s personal. but who are you to question his relationship? maybe he’s just.. being nice, really. 

“thank you,” you offer, nice, short, sweet. 

he rolls his shoulder, meeting your eyes, flickering his gaze to your lips for a mere second, then saying nothing and walking by. rich cologne and mint. that’s what wafts into your senses immediately, as if it was some sort of distraction from his odd behaviors. 

“do you always call people kitty cat?” you eventually ask him, it was something you’d been wondering, truly, especially since you’ve never been called that before. 

“to pretty girls with an attitude, yeah,” art says it so casually. 

“like your wife?” 

“like you.” 

art corrected you. 

he corrected you, and his correction didn’t annoy you like how they always did, it made your stomach churn in a way you couldn’t decipher, you couldn’t tell if it was good or bad. you liked it, maybe, but isn’t that so sickening? art seems to think no big deal of his own words, as he doesn’t even react, so you try to be nonchalant about it as well. 

the whole entire test match you play with him, he has a certain glint in his eye, his grunts are louder, his shorts look tighter, he looks like he’s having some sort of reaction to playing tennis, to playing tennis with you. your tongue runs along your lips between breaks, noticing the way his eyes linger on it, the way his pupils widen at the shine of saliva over your lips with each swipe. 

at the third break, art was convinced you were doing this on purpose. 

“why do you keep doing that?” he asks as he’s walking over to grab his water bottle, right where you’re sitting on the concrete floor. you blink up at him, watching him hover the bottle near his lips and squirt the water into his mouth. did he always look this good when sweaty? 

gosh, maybe you’re just tired, maybe your mind is just foggy. 

“what?” you frown, confused. 

“licking your lips,” he speaks after swallowing the water, towering over you. his muscles were nearly bursting out of his white t-shirt with every movement, especially when he puts his water bottle down and crosses his arm, head cocking to the side. sweat causes some of his hair strands to stick to his forehead, lips puffy from how much he bites them when playing. 

“my lips are dry,” you explain, so simple. 

“yeah?” again, another smile, he had to be toying with you, “do you need some other help with that?” 

“what do you mean?” 

art hums, not explaining anything when he opens his mouth and swipes his thumb along his tongue, moving down to rub the saliva from his tongue onto your lips, memorizing the pillowy soft touch. your eyes widen, slightly, “art, this is—“ 

“not helping?” art tuts in faux disappointment, mumbling a small, ‘why don’t i..’ before he leans down further, licking his own lips and getting closer and closer until his lips are brushing against yours. 

“wrong,” you mumble out, but you sound unsure, like you don’t really believe what you just said, you don’t think this is wrong, you’ve always thought art was attractive, it was his wife that kept your crush on him at bay. you mumble against his lips, “you have a wife, art..” 

“do i?” he smirks against your lips, a near chuckle slipping out, “i must’ve forgotten.” 

“art,” it sounds like a warning, but again, you wanted nothing less than for his lips to fall against yours right now. 

“make it up to me, yeah? remember that?” his hand moves to hold your cheek, tipping your head up at him, eyes meeting yours in such close proximity, “i’ve got some marriage problems right now, so why don’t you play wife for me, hm?” 

you nod at him, ever so slightly, he clocks it immediately, and that’s his que. his eyes flutter shut, and he’s leaning in only a mere centimeter before his lips fall against yours. the kiss is soft at first, sweet, new, but then art starts taking the lead, and it quickly becomes something on the faint lines of cannibalism, he kissed you like he wanted to eat you, like he loved you. 

when he said he wanted you to play wife, he wasn’t lying. 

he pries your lips open with his own before his tongue makes it’s way inside your mouth, tasting the peppermint of your gum on your own tongue, memorizing the noisy breaths that leave your mouth and move into his. your nails are quick to run along his arms, making him pull back to speak, “hold on, kitty cat.” 

“you call your wife kitty cat?” you watch him peel off his sweaty shirt from his skin. 

he tosses the shirt to the side, exhaling a breath that showed he hated the feeling of the wet fabric on his skin, “mm, i call you kitty cat, ‘nd you’re playing my wife, so.” 

“right,” you agree, letting his cold hands brush against your skin when he takes your clothes off of you, of course looking at you for approval beforehand, which you nod to. 

“did you start wearing shorter skirts on purpose?” art questions when his fingers reach the waistband of your skirt, ever so slowly dipping underneath. 

“no, ‘course not,” you speak breathlessly, feeling his fingers move under your underwear as well until his fingertips meet your clit. you swallow thick, lashes fluttering as he starts moving his fingers in an almost cruel slowness. 

“look at me,” he whispers a simple command, free hand holding your chin and forcing you to look at him. his fingers move further down, immediately feeling how wet you are, he chuckles in surprise, “god, you’re this wet for a married man, huh?” 

“for my husband,” you mumble out, playing the part. 

“that’s right,” his middle finger circles your entrance for a second before ever so slowly dipping it inside. he watches your lips fall apart, the way your eyes get glossed over, the way your hips push up against his finger. “needy.” 

he doesn’t take long to push another finger in, letting go of your chin so he could guide your hand to his clothed cock, hard and pushing against his flimsy shorts. as soon as you start rubbing his dick through the fabric, his breath shudders slightly, as if he’s been waiting too long for like, as if he hasn’t had sexual pleasure in weeks. 

soon enough, only a mere minute or two in of foreplay, art gets antsy and he has to have his dick inside of you, he pries his fingers from your cunt and takes your skirt off next. “lay down for me, yeah?” he smiles at the fact that you do it immediately, even spreading your legs for him. 

he hisses at the feeling when his bare knees meet the concrete floor below, harsh on his skin, he tugs his shorts and boxers down ever so slightly until his cock is finally freed. you inhale sharply upon seeing it, he had a big dick. he spits in his hand, coating his dick with a grunt before he finally lines himself up with your entrance. 

“ready?” he hushes out. 

“yeah, yeah,” you’re barely able to finish the last yeah before his dick is moving into you, his nose scrunching from the tightness of your walls around him, it’s like you were purposefully squeezing his cock with an attempt to milk him dry already. 

“fuck,” he grunts out, pulling back, then moving back in, earning a pathetic moan from your lips. it sounds like music to his ears, so he keeps going, his thrusting was slow at first, gentle, kind— but just like the test matches, or the kiss, he gets hungry, and he wants more. 

his thrusts turn relentless almost immediately, maybe even like he was taking out some sorts of sexual frustrations out on your poor cunt. whimpers, whines, moans, all of those leave your lips, matching up with the grunts and the occasional whimper from his own mouth as well. 

sex was intoxicating for art, and there was something so dangerous, so forbidden about this, you weren’t really his wife, he was married to another woman, he was solely your coach. some sick part of art loves that, maybe that’s why he leans down and starts nipping at your neck, sucking at the delicate skin until maroon and blackberry starts blooming on the blank canvas. 

“art, oh my god,” you moan out, hands moving to scratch at his bare back, and maybe art should be smart enough to tell you not to leave marks, but he lets your nails dig in as his thrusts get harsher, surely drawing blood, or at least noticeable scratches. 

in fact, the feeling of you tearing into his skin only makes his orgasm come on faster, soon enough wracking his body and making his hips stutter. he keeps going though, despite the overstimulation that makes him pathetically whine softly, just until you’ve reached your own orgasm. 

he pulls out, panting, smirking down at you, “thanks, kitty cat.” 

[nastyc2nt]

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𝜗𝜚┊͙Getting Stuffed┊͙{Requests for breeding kink}

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❀ Eijiro Kirishima

𝜗𝜚 ┊͙Soul Sucking ┊͙Series┊͙{KiriBaku x Succubus!F!reader}

❀ Denki Kaminari

𝜗𝜚┊͙ Confusing Him ┊͙{Fem!Boy!Reader small dabble}

❀ Hanta Sero

𝜗𝜚┊͙Sero teaching izu how to fuck┊͙ {Anon thoughts turned into a dabble}

❀ Shoto Todoroki

𝜗𝜚┊͙Needy Shoto┊͙{This won the polls! So dom but needy sho}

❀ Mina Ashido

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❀ Ochako Uraraka

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❀ Momo Yaoyorozu

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❀ Kyoka Jiro

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❀ Tenya lida

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❀ Shota Aizawa

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❀ Himiko Toga

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❀ Dekusquad

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❀ Bakusquad

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❀ Class 1A [college]

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❀ Others Characters.

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[xoxo4chrisss]

𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙉𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧!

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚.

hi! my name is katalina,kat for short. go by she/her. I’m not saying my age not comfortable. I procrastinate so much on fics but I am very active on snaps n texts. feel free to request any ideas or anything in your mind! I am a taurus baby (05/15). Latina! if you want to be tagged in fics or series just let me know!

~masterlist!

[queenpiranhadon]

Nyota ଳ - @labaguetteisdabest

Kate ꒰˶  - ˕ -꒱ ⌒)ᦱ - @iam1withthepeggy

Nova ✿ - @that-multi-fandom-hijabii

Aylin ☾ - @moondust-on-the-hijabi

Val 𓆗 - @devil-with-three-heads

Mud↟ - @stealthetrees

Kira 𓆉 - @kwilooo

Raven ★ - @yukisraven

Myst ⋆｡˚ - @n0t-an-en3my

Ophelia ᝰ - Unavailable :(

Karl ⚕ - N/A

Elle 𓅭 - @certainchopshopcheesecake

Cami (• ˕ •マ - @bookish-phile

Lola ≽ܫ≼ - @nerdy-girl3791

Arya Ⱄ -@mushroomcarrotstick

Queenie ♕ - @queenie-blackthorn

Kit ⚡︎ - @rainbow-flavoured-skittles

G ✎𓂃 -@studying--by--candlelight

Max 𖠊 -@sabrine-bree-the-bravery

Aqui 𓆟 - @fish-ofishial123

Seph ❀ - @heartstars

Shelf 𐦍༘ - @shelfthe-reader

Loife ☼ - @loife1m

Fuzzy (≖ ͜ʖ≖) - @fuzzysoulyt

Esme ⛆ - @hijabi-desi-bookworm

Leta ᯓ ๑ï - @itadori-yujiii

Zeta ඞ - @cinematics06

Jörm ⚔︎ - @your-local-multi-geek

Aeylis ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ - @tastetherainbow290

Tina ˙ᵕ˙ - @tinadablackthorn

Sophie ☕︎ - @pyromaniac-on-caffeine

Ara ✧˖° - @therainatdawn

Mini ᓀ ᵥ ᓂ - @reyna-obsesseded

Kat ☂︎ - @peace-love-and-french-toast

Georgia 𓃰 - N/A

Stella "( – ⌓ – ) ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 - @idrather-bereading

Nyt ⁀➴ - @newyorktimesbestsellerr

Bee /ᐠ - ˕ -マ - @swans-chirping-in-the-distance

Rithi -@mxnkeydo

Dawn ₊⊹ - @queenofapeacefuldawn

Addison ~♩- @electricguitarhasmyheart

Alora ☁︎ - N/A

Nai ⎊ -@livelaughlovechai

Rie - @yourtwistedlies

Rey ꒷꒦ - @rey-diem

Bea Σ('◉⌓◉’) - @book-girl4eva

Viki 𝜗𝜚 -@vexis-world

April ツ - @justalunaticfangirl

Aether ˘ᗜ˘ -@riordanverseaddict

Lex ✦ - @n0san1tyl3ft

CJ.ᐟ - @thatrandomlemononyourcounter1

Kory ᡣ𐭩 - @bvttoneyes

Charlie ˙𐃷˙- @ch1ckpeapancake

Turtle 𖤓 - @the-slowest-turtle

[angelbellx]

𝓑. hawthorne.

MAIN: @lxvebelle

DISCORD EXCLUSIVE HARASSMENT RP™ @bingazer — doll bing. @his-littlefox — crazy daph. @lililovesmor — the least problematic lili. @freaky-vee — vee vee. @lafaeriesoiree — lyla bunny. @gnolaheart — collector nopa. @hiscitygirl — kit kat.

LOVERS @malakai-azer — malakai azer (bings🕰️). @kitt-azer — kitt azer (clydes⌛️). @morloveslili — morrigan (lilis🎀). @grayhawt — my gray <3. @princeofthehollow — jacks (daphs🤮). @herrcowboy — nash (kits⭐️).

TAGS ⿻ 𝜗𝜚 belle yaps (again)❜ .ᐟ 彡 discord idiots ᭚ .ᐟ crazy daph ᯓ .ᐟ ˎˊ˗ ␥ vee the whor-someness ★⋆. .ᐟ ˎˊ˗ fee fee ⊹ ꒰꒰ .ᐟ ˎˊ˗ bingbing 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ.ᐟ ˎˊ˗ lilipie ꖛ .ᐟ ˎˊ˗ gnola bar ₊˚⊹.ᐟ ˎˊ˗ kit kat 𖦹 ˓ .ᐟ ˎˊ˗

[amourists]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ about me ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

𝜗𝜚. name: Kat ˚⟡˖ ࣪

𝜗𝜚. zodiac: cancer sun, taurus moon, virgo rising

𝜗𝜚. music taste: lana del rey, mitski, tv girl, brent faiyaz, billie eilish, arctic monkeys, the neighbourhood, joji, tyler the creator, playboi carti, radiohead

𝜗𝜚. fav movies: gone girl, everything everywhere all at once, amelie, fight club, parasite, saltburn, poor things

𝜗𝜚. fav shows: attack on titan, bridgerton, jjba, you, the great pretender, jjk, the glory, death note

[fae-of-prey]

# key ꜝ

# ˖⋆࿐໋ kat scratches — witness my descent into madness in the form of something along the lines of creative writing

# ˖ ࣪ ⊹ 🗂️ time capsule archives — archives of my themes / different versions of my posts!

# ˖ ࣪ ⊹ 📰 faerie forest times — announcements + updates!

# ⊹˙⋆ ꒰ aes › visuals ˖ · ͙ — aesthetic visuals

mood genres

# ✧˚༘⋆｡˚⸝⸝ ꒰ faves 𝜗𝜚˚ㆍ₊⊹

# ⊹˙⋆ ꒰ safe space ˖ ·͙ — filter out works without sensitive content / make it sfw!

# ⊹˙⋆ ꒰ nymphomania ˖ ·͙ — includes smut or otherwise nsfw content!

# ⊹˙⋆ ꒰ tw ⚠︎︎ ˖ ·͙ — includes dark or triggering content / themes!

# ⊹˙⋆ ꒰ heartbreakers </3 ˖ ·͙ — gut-wrenchingly angsty fics (a little bit dead dove do not eat)

# ⊹˙⋆ ꒰ comfort food ˖ ·͙ — comfort/hurt/comfort!

# ⊹˙⋆ ꒰ study break ✎ᝰ*ੈ ˖ · ͙ — born to shop, forced to work, but that doesn’t mean i can’t daydream a little in between right?

# ⊹˙⋆ ꒰ sick fics ˖ ·͙

# ⊹˙⋆ ꒰ sleepy ⏾ ˖ ࣪⊹ ˖ ·͙ — fics i read as bedtime stories and/or my morning routine skxkns

character worlds

# ꒰ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ comic superheroes ⁶¹⁶ ꒱

# ₊˚⊹ ⛥ ꒰ coven of chaos ꒱

#   ₊˚⊹ ᗢ  ꒰ wanda maximov ꒱ .ೃ࿔*:･

# ₊˚⊹ 𖤍 ꒰ dick grayson ꒱

# ₊˚⊹ 📸 ꒰ peter parker ꒱ 🕸️

#   ₊˚⊹ 🕷️  ꒰ miguel o’hara ꒱ ²⁰⁹⁹

# ₊˚ ♱ ꒰ matt murdock ꒱ · ₊˚ ♰

# ₊˚⊹ ‎✪ ꒰ bucky barnes ꒱‎ ⋆⁺₊❅.

#   ₊˚⊹ 🩰  ꒰ natasha romanova ꒱ ‎⧗ ⁺₊❆⋆

#   ₊˚⊹🩸꒰ vicky neuman ꒱ ꒷꒦

#   ₊˚⊹ 🗡️ ꒰ queen meave ꒱ ♛

# ꒰ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ scream queens & final girlies 🔪 ꒱

# ₊˚⊹ ꒰ sam carpenter ꒱ 🩹

#   ₊˚⊹ 🌏  ꒰  tara carpenter  ꒱ 🧸ྀི

#   ₊˚⊹ 🎐 ꒰  anika kayoko  ꒱ 🫧 ໒꒱۪ 

# ₊˚⊹ ꒰ chad meeks-martin ꒱ 𐚁

# ₊˚⊹ ꒰ 𝑒than landry ꒱ 👕

# ꒰ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ obx 🔱 ꒱

#   ₊˚⊹ 💸 ꒰ rafe cameron ꒱ 🛥️ 

#   ₊˚⊹ 🐙 ꒰ pope heyward ꒱ ♱

#   ₊˚⊹ 🐚 ꒰ sarah cameron ꒱ 🫧👙

# ꒰ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ miscellaneous etc. ꒱

#   ₊˚⊹ ❥ ꒰ love quinn ꒱ 🥧 💘

# ₊˚⊹ ꒰ stiles stilinski ꒱ 🥍

# ₊˚⊹ ꒰ anakin skywalker ꒱ 🪐

#   ₊˚⊹ ꒰ hazel callahan ꒱ 🌰

# ₊˚⊹ 🎾 ꒰ challengers ꒱

[fakevalentine]

female reader x jinx

going off this prompt hehe

cw ; nsfw. strap-on. hair pulling. jinx being a brat. pretty boring tbh.

"f-fuck... i hate... hate you."

you roll your eyes at her comment, your grip on her hips tightening as you pull her back on your strap. she wraps around you perfectly, leaving the silicone soaked and dripping. "... doesn't look like it."

she lets out high pitched moans, her painted nails clawing at the bedsheets as she tries (and fails) to speak coherently. her goal was to make you more mad, see how much you could take— and boy, was she pushing your buttons real good today.

jinx was a brat, point blank. she loved causing trouble— not only for piltover and zaun, but for you too.

but luckily, her punishment from you was much more enjoyable than whatever they had planned for her up at topside.

"faster... faster— go harder." she babbles, clenching around you with a whine. her jaw had gone slack at this point, her brain fuzzy and drool dribbling from the corners of her open mouth. you really were fucking her stupid.

you grunt, slamming your hips against her ass and planting your hands on her lower back to keep her in place. she cries out, her feet kicking up behind you and either deliberately, or accidentally, whacking the back of your thighs.

either way, it pissed you off more than you already were.

you stand up straight, grabbing her long braids in each of your hands and tugging at them, forcing her head back. she yelps, her eyes rolling back at the mixture of pleasure from your cock and pain from her scalp.

you use the hold on her braids to fuck her harder, forcing her back into an arch. "f— oh—"

her tattooed body jolts with each trust of your hips, but kept in place by her braids. an array of sounds fall from her mouth, nails ripping into the bedsheets under her.

if you knew all it would take was a little hair pulling to shut her up, you would of had yourself a quieter life. but at least now you know. "where's my brat gone, huh?"

LOVE domming brats. LOVE it! ADORE it!

[kat-is-laem-oa]

Kat-is-laem-oa Masterlist

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Writer Introduction

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SIX OF CROWS

Harbor Breeze 𝜗𝜚 (Jesper Fahey)

In the lead-up to a major heist, The Crows are planning a series of smaller feats and thefts. However, due to the lack of trust in the inner-minglings of Ketterdam, Kaz, Jesper, and Inej venture to Belendt to investigate rumors about a potential Fabrikator ally for their mission. This story is set before Six of Crows and aims to eventually merge with existing canon plots. (Most Recent Chapter)

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SHADOWHUNTERS

Arkosios .☘︎ ݁˖ (Malec)

ARKOSIOS : Shadowhunter of demonic descent. Known Arkosios: Tessa Gray (tɛ́sə gré) and Eljah Winterscaar (ɛ́lyə winterscar). (Most Recent Chapter)

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[mattsstarlet]

what’s dealer!matt and gg!reader doing rn?

i love this!

6:10 pm

angel (i think im gonna call reader this :)) is on facetime with dealer!matt giving him a haul of what she got for christmas!! he’s smirking at her as he rolls up a joint. shes so excited and he’s just like “uh huh.”

[bijousite]

[janesociety]

when the party’s over

james potter x fem!reader

type: fluff

word count: 1.1k

summary: james makes sure you’re alright after a night of partying. vaguely based off of the scene where kat dances on a table in 10 things i hate about you. could be read as platonic or romantic.

warnings: reader is drunk, mentions of drugs, james is a respectful king

masterlist

𝜗𝜚

Okay, so maybe it was more than a few drinks. But that was what you had told yourself you were going to have as you made your way into the Gryffindor common room that night.

The room was already packed with people- the chairs and sofas were already filled with couples making out and almost all the space between those and the drink tables was filled with dancing, drunk bodies.

You and Lily walked down the steps together, your arms linked as you entered into the crowd of people. You were wearing a mini skirt- Mary had insisted they were the new hot thing- and a long sleeved cropped shirt. You felt good- you felt hot.

The party was hosted, of course, by none other than the marauders, who had managed to supply the masses with the best liquor you could get in Hogsmeade.

“I’m gonna go find Remus!” Lily yelled over the loud music coming from the enchanted record player by the fireplace. You nodded, squeezing her arm as you parted ways.

You danced around the room for a while, mixing with people as you found your way over to the drink table.

“Y/N! What can I get ya?” Peter, who had volunteered to hand out the more expensive drinks, yelled to you over the noise.

“Give me whatever you’ve got!” you shouted, still swaying slightly to the music.

“You got it!” he said, pulling a bottle of something expensive looking out from under the table. “Sirius stole this from his parent’s cabinet over the holiday!” He poured you a shot which you immediately took. The liquid burned your throat but you immediately felt the effects.

“That’s good!” you yelled, your voice a little hoarse. “Hit me again!” You slammed your shot glass back down on the table.

By the time you were dancing away with a beer in your hand, you’d had three more shots of different types of expensive liquor. The music was loud enough to shake the floor and you could definitely feel it as you let your body move to the beat without much notice.

“Siri!” you cheered when he appeared in front of you. You jumped up and wrapped your arms around his neck, still shaking your hips to the music.

“You’re absolutely shitfaced, darling,” he said loudly, trying to peel your arms off of him. You pulled back, dancing wildly in front of him.

“Aren’t you having fun?” you yelled, slurring your words as your hair swung around your face. You put your beer back up to your lips, tipping your head back so the last of the liquid would fall into your mouth.

“No, okay, you’re done,” he said, taking the bottle from you. You whined, reaching for it. “Aww, no, you’ve had enough.” He tapped your cheek and turned to throw the bottle away in a garbage can a few feet away.

The music switched and you gasped, immediately recognizing the beat. You started spinning, swinging your arms as you did so before colliding with someone’s chest.

“Woah there,” James said, grabbing your upper arms and holding you out in front of him. “You alright?”

“Jamie, I love this song!” you slurred, jumping up and down. “You took me higher and higher, baby!” you sang loudly, making him chuckle lightly. “It’s a living thing!” You took his laughter as motivation and twisted your way out of his grip to dance more freely.

In your drunken state, you devised what you thought was the best idea ever.

You climbed up on the table next to you, continuing your intoxicated dance once you regained your balance.

“Y/N!” James yelled, eerily aware of how many people could currently see up your skirt. “Y/N! Get down!”

You ignored him and listened to the whoops and hollers of people around you, only making you dance more energetically.

“It’s a living thing! It’s a terrible thing to lose! It’s a giving thing!” you sang as the song came to a stop. People clapped and cheered as you swayed atop the table.

“Alright, Y/N, song’s over,” James said from below you. “Time to get down.” You waved your hand dismissively at him, still trying to keep your balance.

“M’getting hot,” you mumbled, your fingers toying with the bottom of your shirt and beginning to pull it up.

James was up on the table inhumanly fast, pulling your shirt down safely over your chest before you could process what was going on. You groaned, slumping forward and putting all your weight on him.

“Okay, okay, time for bed,” he said, lifting you up like a child onto his hip. You didn’t fight, instead attaching yourself to him like a koala.

“You smell good,” you muttered into his shoulder as he started up the stairs to his dorm room. He would’ve taken you to your own room if he wasn’t too buzzed to do the charm to disable the sliding steps.

He pushed open the door, thankful none of the other boys were back in the room with anyone yet. He sat you down on his bed, kneeling down in front of you to take off your shoes.

“You’re so nice, Jamie,” you said as he unbuckled your black Mary Jane’s. You reached a hand up to play with his hair, utterly intrigued by it in your intoxicated state. He set your shoes off to the side and looked up at you.

“Did you take anything?” he asked, using his thumb and pointer finger to hold your eye open. He saw a few people doing lines downstairs and he knew you could usually hold your liquor better than this. You swatted him away, giggling.

“Noooo, I don’t drink,” you said, clearly out of it. He sighed, pushing you back gently so you’d lay down. You giggled as you bounced onto the mattress, your eyes already drooping as James went to Sirius’ bed to steal some pillows.

“Come on,” he said, rolling you onto your side and stacking pillows on either side of you so you wouldn’t roll over. “There you go.”

“Mmm, thank you, James,” you mumbled incoherently.

“Yeah, yeah,” he sighed, sitting at the foot of the bed. He’d made the mistake before of falling asleep in one of the other’s beds during a party and woke up to a drunk Sirius on top of him. He also didn’t want to be disrespectful and sleep next to you, even if you wouldn’t have minded.

“G’night, Jamie,” you muttered, fighting to stay away.

“Good night, Y/N.”