#Sza x reader

[playboifenty]

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so i've decided to write the fics myself..🤭 send me which rappers n singers you wanna see please!!

[bbst4rgirl]

Ima genuinely tweak out….No jam republic fics, no SZA FICS??? I look at the jam republic tag and it’s not even jam….its a whole different team💀. lowkey gon TWEAK TF OUT.

[martiniluvr]

Jason would be the type to fuck you then take your hand in his and put it on ur stomach and be like “feel me all up in your guts”

anon I almost let out a blood-curdling scream and fell to my knees. you are so correct. where is your pulitzer.

18+ minors dni

warnings: size kink if you squint?

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jason todd loves the way he fills you to the brim when he fucks you. you handle it like a champ, despite the size discrepancy between you—thank you, lazarus pit—and he wants you to know it tonight. you deserve it. he takes one of your hands and presses it flat against the soft flesh of your lower abdomen, keeping his grip over your fingers.

“feel that, ma,” he groans through gritted teeth, his thrusts relentless from his perch above you. you gasp as you feel your belly bulging against your palm, the pressure on your abdomen engulfing you in a new wave of pleasure and dragging a broken moan out of you. “feel how deep you’re takin’ me. fuck, you’re made for this, aren’t you, baby? doin’ it so good for me.”

you whine as he hammers into you, the sensation of his cock brushing your cervix almost overwhelming. jason can’t help the pride that blooms in his chest at the way your back arches off the bed as you struggle to take him, the added weight on your belly increasing your sensitivity tenfold. he glances down, and a fond smile settles on his lips at the sight of your dripping pussy dragging him back into you despite the tight fit. determined to the end, he thinks. that’s my girl.

[cheriepie111]

I’m ovulating… you know what that means….

Vander is big. Big arms, big hands… big dick. He would never admit how much your size difference turned him on, but it’s obvious. It’s obvious when he envelopes you in his brawny arms, when he tosses you over your shoulder, and especially when he effortlessly pushes your legs to your chest, reveling in how tightly you squeeze him in this new position.

[bowsnstrings]

What Do I Do?

Onyankopon x Black Coded Character ✌️����

Summary: Going to the club is supposed to be stress free, especially when going with friends. But, when Milana sees her handsome plug with a girl, all she can wonder is what will she do?

Warning MDNI!: Mentions of weed, Mentions of drinking, Original character with original descriptions.

Masterlist: 🍃

Word Count: 3.6k

Oh, Milana’s for sure ready to go home. Ladies free before eleven and she, Mikasa, and Sasha arrived just in time at 10:45 to turn up, and it was already a disaster. She let both of them dress her up, because she was too nervous trying to pick an outfit for herself. Of course the two decided to dress her up in the most revealing set they could find and her tallest heels.

“I just want to be comfortable, girl. Besides I never wore this out the house before.” Milana whined as she tried to tug the top down a bit to at least cover her first few ribs. It sat just under her breasts, making them look bigger, along with the midi skirt resting at the top of her ass leaving a long gap of skin.

“You are comfortable, it’s crochet. What’s a more comfortable material?” Sasha giggled on the bed next to Mikasa as she opened another one of Milana’s candles to smell.

“Yeah, plus you look hot. And when a queer woman tells you that you look hot, you’d better believe them.” Mikasa didn’t even spare another glance as she replied, only reaching for more items on Milana’s nightstand.

“Get out of my stuff, Mikasa. And, you tell me I’m hot like everyday.” She rolled your eyes and turned around to face them both, leaning over Sasha who laid in her pillows.

“So? Anyways, I think we should make a pact that if we both turn 30 and are still single, we should just get married.” Mikasa shrugged casually, sitting on the bed and looking at Milana while wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“If I’m 30 and still single, just end my miserable existence.” She deadpanned, Sasha and Mikasa laughing like it was the joke of the century.

“Alright girl, we get it. But don’t act like you’ll be single still for long.” Mikasa giggled out with a smile.

“Yeah, you’ve only been single-”

“All my life?”

“Right.” Sasha wheezed, holding back more of her unnecessary laughter and tears.

“Just ‘cause you have a man doesn’t mean you can rub it in my face y’know.” Milana rolled her eyes at Sasha’s antics and her dramatic gasp of false shock.

“Excuse me, I have a fine ass man. Thank you very much.” Oh God, if she never hears about Connie’s ass again it’ll still be too soon. That man sure does love Sasha down though, and it’s cute to see them both together after all these years.

“Oh, please excuse me. Just because he’s fine doesn’t mean you have to tell us every five seconds.” Milana pointed out, Mikasa calling out an “Amen” behind her.

“Uhh, yes it does. In fact I have to remind you because this is the first time you’ve acknowledged that he’s fine.” After two years of them being together you’d think she’d stop trying to convince Milana that he’s good looking.

“Girl, everyone knows Connie is fine.” She sighed in defeat, giving into her friend as she fist pumped the air in victory. “He’s just not our type.” Her bracelets jingled as she gestured between herself and Mikasa.

“What’s y’all’s type then?” Sasha rolled her eyes at the two of them, crossing her arms as she looked for a response.

“For starters, breasts.” Mikasa made everyone laugh, pausing the conversation until they both looked at Milana expecting an answer.

“I don’t know. I guess I want tall, dark, and emotionally intelligent.” She sighed, laying back on her bed and tossing her hair from behind her head. Sasha was giving her the stink eye for messing up the hard work she put into straightening her hair, but Milana couldn’t care less right now.

The two of her best friends cooed down at her, rubbing at her shoulders with affectionate hands before Sasha spoiled the moment with her big mouth. “Emotionally intelligent might be too hard to find though.”

“Screw y’all.” Milana mumbled, hiding her face in her hands to cover a smile as they all started laughing again. “Whatever, let’s just go get some drinks and forget about my nonexistent love life.”

That’s exactly why she was trying to dance away the thought now, her hands wrapped around her middle as she prayed the shot of tequila she had earlier would start giving her some liquid courage. She swayed her hips side to side slowly, breathing almost mechanically as she tried to remain cool, calm, and collected.

The goal was to look nonchalant, unreadable, mysterious. Probably not as nervous as she looked right then, making eye contact with some random guy lingering at a table. Oh wow, she was definitely clutching her purse tighter on her shoulder after one look at him. He was staring her down heavily, his teeth clamped over his lower lip while drunkenly looking like a creep.

When their eyes caught each other, he mistakenly took her look of disgust for something more of a compliment. Christ, she was about to bite her acrylics in fear. She quickly spun on her heels, turning and walking off the dance floor to find the bar.

Milana’s breathing was downright labored trying to make it there, weaving through the crowd and feeling closed in. Why did she feel so exposed? Maybe it would’ve been easier if Mikasa and Sasha were with her, but she didn’t even know where they had gone.

Their small table was empty, and they all had their bags with themselves. She could try calling them but she wouldn’t even be able to hear over the loud music. Milana sighed, feeling slightly lonely and shy all of the sudden, wanting to be anywhere else but at the club of all places.

Once she made her way to the bar, she jumped at the chance to snag a stool with space between other people. At least she got the opportunity to breathe for a second and recollect herself. The bartender looked like a nice enough girl as well, leaning in to hear her well.

“What would you like tonight, hon?” The woman questioned while looking at the screen to pull up a tab for her. Milana leaned over slightly, one hand wrapped around her midsection as she cupped her mouth with the other.

“Can I get a house special, please?” She asked, trying to speak louder over the noise around them.

“Which one, you like something sweet?” The bartender must’ve guessed based off of how timid she was being.

“Yes please, the sweetest you have!” Smiling with a nod, the woman left to go prepare whatever she rung up, leaving Milana in her own world for a second. Her eyes scanning this area of the club while tabbing her thighs over the yarn of her skirt. Her bracelets made waves of jingles she could hear and feel, comforting her slightly in her effort to have a good time tonight.

As her head followed her line of sight, she turned to face the all exclusive vip section, large booth tables with loud partying and bottle girls crowding all around. The sparklers looked pretty as they fizzled out onto the floor, women in tight dresses and tall heels shaking ass all around the flashing lights. It was all captivating, but probably too much to actually be around.

Milana hummed along to a familiar song as she roamed over the sofa in the middle, her eyebrows scrunching when she noticed some familiar blonde hair with highlights. Sasha? What was she and her big mouth doing in a section? Her mouth fell agap, noticing the scene playing out in front of her. Connie sitting on a sofa, holding Sasha in his lap as he smoked a blunt, her hand rubbing over his buzz cut as he caressed her back gently. They looked like the epitome of the perfect couple, and she would’ve smiled at the sight if it weren’t for who was sitting right next to them.

Ony. No, Onyankopon. The guy who dropped her off some weed a month ago, the one who’s been on her mind for weeks on end, and the last person who she wanted to see right now. Please anything but him, she was just starting to feel more comfortable.

He looked so good too, a handsome furrow to his brows as he held a phone to his ear, shaking his head at whoever he was talking to. Wow, he was criminally attractive, even when looking irritated. Black sweats with a matching hoodie, black and white Jordan’s clean as ever on his feet, with a beanie covering his head. A scowl on his face as he adjusted his chain, rotating the iced out Cuban link that glittered under the strobe lights.

His eyes seemed to be scanning the room, like he was waiting for someone, when a girl came up to him. She was… pretty. Like something that came out of a man’s imagination of the perfect woman. Her proportions out of this world in a way that couldn’t be anything but bought, a cocky smile to her face as she walked around holding up her skirt while she moved. Confident, like she had been pretty all her life, and was heading Ony’s way to lean all up into his face.

He didn’t move back, eyes narrowing in on her, mouth turning up into a scowl. That’s all she could make out before his face was covered momentarily by the girl’s hair as she whispered something in his ear. It looked intimate, like she had caught them in the middle of something that she wasn’t really supposed to see. It took a while until she pulled away, and he looked up at her, a calmer expression to him, when his eyes shifted left and made contact with hers. Oh no.

“Here’s that drink for you.” The bartender set it down in front of her, an orange cocktail, pretty with a light layer of foam and a slice of passion fruit. A shot of something bubbly to go with it.

“Thank you. It looks great, what’s it called?” She gave her full attention to opening her purse, grabbing her wallet and phone to take a picture.

“A pornstar martini. With a shot of Prosecco.”

“A what?” Her mouth dropping in shock until she remembered she was in public. There was no way that woman said that to her. The woman laughed softly, causing Milana to cringe at herself for blurting that out. The both of them paused when they heard a rich, deep voice behind her.

“Milana?”

She turned in the stool, eyes wide at the realization that Ony was out of his seat and standing over her. With a smile too, pretty and casual, both rows covered by diamond grillz that sat over them, shining brighter than the sparklers at his forgotten table.

“Hi-It’s just Lana, no one calls me Milana. We don’t have to be so formal, I don’t even know why I told you about that-” She stopped herself, getting the feeling that she wasn’t saying the right thing and started over. “Sorry. I’m just surprised to see you here.”

Ony’s eyes crinkled slightly, his smile growing wider. Hands in his pockets, acting like being nonchalant was in his job description. A blunt tucked behind his ear, resting there for whatever reason, eyes lazy and slightly red around his brown irises. “Nice drink.”

Her face immediately flushed, embarrassed to think that he might’ve caught the name by accident and was gearing up to make fun of her, in the middle of the club of all places! This was officially worse than her worst nightmare. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, when Mikasa quickly stepped in, appearing out of nowhere.

“Girl, there you are! I was looking everywhere for you. Connie and his friends decided to crash the same club so now we’re joining them.” Mikasa rambled, barely sparing the scene in front of her a glance until her eyes widened in realization. Her best friend was sitting and talking to a man in the club by herself for the first time… ever.

“Hey, Mikasa.” Ony nodded to her, eyes barely moving from Milana as she sat there trying not to combust in her seat. Mikasa looking between the both of them curiously, a wide grin sliding onto her face.

“Hey, Ony. Funny seeing you here.” She said, obviously referring to him standing in front of Milana. Her face and gestures not too subtle, if she could give her friend a high five right now, she would’ve done it. The man only leaned his head back to see his table from where they gathered.

“You two come join us.” He decided, not leaving any room for discussion, reaching a hand out towards Milana. She looked down at it questioning his action then realizing that he was offering to help her out of the chair. Her hand slid into his, different than when he passed her those prerolls a while ago.

This felt flirtatious? She didn’t really know due to lack of experience, but she could tell by the way he was holding her. His other hand was gentle as it rested on her arm, helping her to get on her heel clad feet. “Put her drink on my table, Ronnie.”

Did he just pay for her drink? Her mouth opened to decline, watching him already begin walking her to his section by her hand. “Do I get a drink too, Ony?” Mikasa called after them, snickering behind her hand as she stayed to talk to the bartender.

“Ony, that’s really not necessary.” She said almost incredulously, this whole scenario throwing her for a loop. What was he doing, and why? That little nagging voice in the back of her head telling her to run for it the second she got a chance. There’s no way he’s just being nice for no reason.

“Calm down, Mama. It’s my treat.” He smiled so reassuringly, but inside he couldn’t help but feel anything but intense. Fuck, he’d been waiting so long for this moment. Patiently checking his phone, standing by, counting the days until she needed him again. He thought she’d call by now, but realized he underestimated how shy she was.

Milana looked so good too, tiny even in those bamboo heels, but walked as graceful as ever. One hand trying to cover her stomach where a cute belly button ring sat, body covered in that grey and purple set that accentuated everything on her. Her hips round then sinking into her waist, his hands itching to follow that curve, eyes trailing up to where her tiny excuse for a crop top showed off her pushed up breasts.

Her hair straightened, and he was able to see more of her face, especially now that her glasses were missing. Makeup covering those light freckles he got a glance of last time, instead highlighting her natural features. Long fluffy lashes batting up at him as her mouth scrunched into a cute pout, glossy pink lips and brown liner making his mouth water.

Ony eased into his seat, hand still holding onto Milana as all eyes turned to them. Sasha and Connie both looking at their respective best friends in shock, wonder, and amusement. Squirming under their gaze, she turned to Ony, eyes cast downward to hide her face. “Where should I sit?” She asked with a meek whisper.

His legs spread, and she thought she was about to topple over as they moved slowly under her gaze. A chuckle she couldn’t hear leaving his mouth, seeing just how dazed he could get her in seconds flat. Pulling her by her hand to sit on his waiting thigh, her feet swaying off the ground as she sat perched on top of him.

“Oh.” Was all she could muster out, her brain about to explode trying to figure out what this meant. Thankfully, Mikasa cut in once again, placing down her forgotten drinks in front of her along with a cranberry vodka for herself. Milana’s hand shaking as she grabbed her shot, downing the Prosecco with one nervous gulp, wondering why life had to play jokes on her like this.

Seriously, she never once even flirted with a man before this and now she was sitting on the lap of a guy she didn’t even have the courage to call. Her body was basically vibrating, Sasha and Connie snickering in their seat while looking at her, this is the last time she’s ever going to the club with them.

She would’ve at least made an attempt to get comfortable in her current situation if it weren’t for the same girl from earlier suddenly returning. Up close, she was unfairly pretty, long straight bundles of hair flowing in behind her. Her lips constricted in a scowl as soon as she made eye contact with Milana, making her freeze up and ready herself for the storm that was brewing.

“You have my eighth?” She asked, voice low with disdain and eyes practically staring a hole in the side of Milana’s face. Ony’s hand coming down to rub his thumb against her knee, his expression never changing as he basically ignored the girl standing over them. For a moment, there it was just a staring match between the two girls as he sat there, seemingly in control.

“You have my money?” Ony asked, his hand producing a small bag like it was a magic trick, tossing it onto the table next to the woman. Milana’s arms crossing over her body, a brave face put on, trying to act like she hadn’t noticed the girl seething at her. If he was going to act like she wasn’t bothering him then she would too.

“Don’t act brand new now that you got some girl in yo’ lap.” She smacked her lips, snatching up the bag and leaving the cash in its place, Milana looking to Sasha momentarily to share a look of agreement that whoever she was needed to leave.

“Yo, Deedra? You still on Ony’s dick like that? Think it’s time to move on, huh?” Connie didn’t even bother hiding his amused smirk, obviously poking at a sensitive subject. Ony never said anything else, just watching how the higher he slid his thumb, the more breathless Milana became.

Deedra, or whoever that girl was, decided she had enough of the back and forth, especially when Ony wasn’t really fighting back. Everyone watching as she stormed off, and the tension left with her, leaving the air clear to breathe again.

“What a weirdo.” Sasha rolled her eyes, laying back into Connie’s arms more.

“Yeah, but uhh-what’s up with this?” Connie pointed out, his hand gesturing between Milana and Ony who was currently tossing his head back with a smack to his lips.

“Don’t worry about it, alright? Just taking care of her tonight.” He outright smirked while she only tried to avoid everyone’s teasing eyes, picking up her drink and trying to calm her nerves.

“Speaking of taking care of her, we’d better take Milana home. It’s getting late, and I want to get home as soon as possible.” Sasha squealed as her man laid a kiss to her neck, everyone groaning at their constant displays of affection.

“Actually,” Ony cut in, another shock added to the night as he gave out a kind gesture, something he wasn’t too keen on dishing out to everyone. “I’ll take her.”

“Really?” Milana asked, her hand coming up to sweep her hair to the side, exposing her bare neck to him. He thought about adding a necklace there, a nice chain, matching his on her lovely hot chocolate skin.

“All you have to do is say please.” Ony wanted to add the fact that if she said please he’d take her anywhere she wanted to go, especially if she wanted to come home with him. He watched in amusement as she finally raised her head, stuttering through her sentence.

“Could you take me-me home, please?” The anxiety was eating Milana up, being so close to him, enough to smell his cologne. It was strong, masculine, but not overpowering. Earthy and

woodsy with hints of sage and patchouli, it was perfect.

“Oh you’re a good girl, aren’t you?” Ony chuckled at her reaction, that high gasp of shock she let out at his whispered words. Eyes trying to avoid his as her body tried its best not to get close to his chest, and she was failing miserably at both. He had her right where he wanted her. “Always doing what you’re told. Bet you’ve never broken a rule in your life.” He said as he leaned down, getting in her face, making Milana practically melt into his waiting body behind her. “Why are you trying to please me, Mama?”

“Please you?” She asked breathlessly, turning her head to watch as his dipped down low to get closer to her ear. The background of the club melted away, leaving her alone in the moment with him.

He nodded, a mischievous glint to his eyes while he used his hold on her to rest his hands on each side of her waist, further caging her in. “You’re making it real hard, y’know.” Before she could ask what he meant, Ony straightened back up, his hand smoothly sliding around to press against the small of her back.

Milana gasped, arching away from his hand in shock, her body pressing into his momentarily until she got used to the warmth of his palm on her skin. He scanned her face, making sure she was okay, then readied her to get on her feet. “Let’s get you home, pretty girl.”

[honeydewblogforwriting]

Under the sea

Summary: Dr.Y/N Wolff a successful marine biologist, wife to a formula one principal and the mother of a very enthusiastic marine biology fan!

•Requested•

Faceclaim: SZA cause I remember she wanted to be a Marine Biologist

(Yes, this is a repost 😔)

[hana-no-seiiki]

SINGER/POPSTAR! DARLING: *singing very ominous, detailed lyrics about unaliving*

YANDERE! SUPERFAN: YESSSS SLAYYYY!!! KILL THAT EX OF YOURS!!! IM HERE!!! IM WAITING!!! YESSSSS!!!

[jello-library]

Ford’s s/o word call him Saturn cuz ya know six rings….six fingers…imma see myself out 🚶🏾‍♀️

[diorchids]

exes attract, luke castellan.

cw: oral (m receiving), swearing, exes, cheating & more

“i’d rather just fuck on my ex again,” - open arms by sza ft. travis scott.

it plays in the back of your head while you sloppily suck luke’s cock, softly squeezing the base of it. his fingers instinctively tighten in your hair and he pushes your lips farther onto him.

his hair sticks to his forehead perfectly, ironically resembling that of a god.

his toned arm flexes each time he pulls your head back and forth on him, and you only run your warm tongue over a vein to get a whimper out of him.

he hisses softly when you swirl your tongue around his puffy tip to show your appreciation for his fat cock taking up your throat.

“keep goin’, just like that—don’t stop,” he groaned out, nodding and running his clammy thumb over your cheek. you look so beautiful like this. puffy lips swaddling his—almost suffocating—cock.

you two had dated years back, the breakup was mostly pertaining to your own life and problems. it ended in a fight. a dramatic one.

you two stayed away from each other, finding other filler people to soothe the ache of being separated. you both were fine though, right? (loud incorrect buzzer.)

the bonfire was loud, with campers chatting and running around. his eyes met with yours, your sultry gaze running all over him for a split second. 

he looked away. 

his pants tightened at the mere sight of you. your smile was almost intoxicating. your lips wrapped around that cherry sucker perfectly, while he pathetically tried to hide the slight bulge in his jeans. 

your boyfriend tapped your leg to let you know he was off to the lake. 

wasn’t too long before luke bumped into you. 

his moans grew louder and more frequent, matching the rhythm of your sucking, “almost done with you, gonna give you all of m-my cum. gonna take it real g-good, aren’t you?” he taunted you while you sputtered and gagged around him. it’s like he hated you but didn’t, like he was putting on a tough front for you.

you made sure to nod, though, not wanting him to push himself deeper down your throat.

“so pretty like this. not fuckin’ yelling and bitching all the time,” he loved the way his cock could shut you up so fast. 

his voice cracked, and his body trembled under the intense feeling of your soft mouth. his hands didn’t move from your hair, gripping more and more as he straightened his back, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. 

he groaned at the sight of you, his hands tightening in your hair. his hips jerked forward, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth as he lost control. He couldn't believe how good it felt and how much he was enjoying this. 

it was disgusting. you both had your respective partners, yet you felt zero remorse. 

“tastes so good, lukey,” your muffled moans only reminded him of how much he missed you. 

luke gasped, his hands gripping your head as he held onto the last remaining bit of control over his body. he couldn't believe how much he was enjoying this and how good it felt to be touched like this. 

“i know, i know, baby. pretty baby.” your puffy lips provided him with the warmth he longed for since you’d broken up. he’s trying so hard to be complacent, like he hadn’t been stalking your socials since the breakup; it was pathetic. 

his breathing was ragged, and his fat cock was throbbing in your mouth. his hips began to buck wildly, pushing deeper into your throat. 

“i-i can't... i'm c-cumming…” his grip on your hair tightened as his front slowly vanished. 

you kept stroking, though. why would you stop? his pretty eyes stuck on the way you basically swallowed his pretty cock whole, which made your cunt flutter. 

“cum for me, luke. cum down my throat if you missed me.” you nodded and taunted him while his glossy eyes could only roll back.

his entire body tensed, his cock pulsing violently in your mouth as he released his seed. hot, thick cum filled your mouth, causing you to gag slightly. he groaned loudly, his hips finally stilling after what felt like hours of him bucking and pushing his cock into your mouth.

you almost immediately swallow, occasionally gagging while cum drips down your chin. tears just roll down your face as he cradles your chin carefully.

 

it wasn’t cheating, just a reconciliation.

[plutoslittlerkive]

I want to love you.

Tate Frost x AFAB reader!

Hi babies I’m back with another banger or wtv those YouTube mfs be saying but yeah hii I’m taking another break from Tiktok (Princessofmagix) Lol you should follow I’m pretty and kinda funny! But yeah I recently got back into otome and visual novels and guys when I found Tate Frost..? I went bonkers so I wrote a lil something but guys, hear me when I say:

PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS I’M NOT PLAYING WITH Y’ALL!

Warnings: Noncon, manipulation, Kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, triggering sexual themes, mentions of past trauma!

But yeah enjoy!

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“You’re fucking crazy.” I spit. His eyes traveled like an elevator down my body, eye-fucking me in the process. You know I have to hand it to them, the people who warn others about manipulative men.

They weren’t kidding, this guy’s seriously an actor, even worse an artist. A con one at that but I couldn’t help but commend his artistry, even as I found myself bound to his bed by ropes and held down for him, like the perfect prey. He eyed me like it too.

The talent was crazy but I think part of me was more mad at myself than him, maybe because I took pride in the fact that I wasn’t naive, well, not as much as expected from a traumatized person.

Not to get too much into detail but I’ve been deceived, later healed enough to start giving out the benefit of the doubt but I wasn’t stupid, not enough to fall for obvious love bombing but THIS was anything but obvious…and yet again I’d been deceived.

Fooled to believe I’d been loved.

Usually, at this point, I would fear that I’d never love again, never trust again, but live? This situation goes beyond my wildest nightmares.

“Can you blame me Sha? You look divine like this…”

My eyes narrowed but his words made me dizzy. He always did, but that’s what love was; a disease. One I’d tolerate though couldn’t stomach but finally for the first time it made me sick, this man was a monster. I understand that perfectly well, yet my body still hasn’t gotten the memo.

He had access to every part of me now but he sat across the room and continued to taunt me.

“I hate you,” I say staring away at a wall

“Well, that’s a shame sweetness, 'cause I adore you~”, He smiled ever so sweetly.

“Shut up.” I glare but he shoots up and grabs my ankles pulling me towards him. I struggle and start to scream but he immediately grips my throat, my eyes widen, not from his harsh grip but from the cold metal I feel against my thigh.

Almost instantly my eyes began to water and I trembled beneath him. He stared down at me, his dominance utterly petrifying, but he wanted to make sure I understood my position, fully grasped the situation I was in.

He then softened his hand. I cautioned my breathing, too afraid that I might accidentally set him off enough to rid me of existence, but he leaned in and pressed his forehead against mine and simultaneously my tears fell.

“I thought you loved me…” I struggled

He pulls back and tilts his head.

“I do love you?” But I scoff

“You’re delusional. This isn’t love.”

“Oh and that’s where you’re wrong sweetness,” He keeps the blade steady but focuses on my eyes.

“Believe it or not I’m honored you decided to trust me enough to be that vulnerable with me. To let me into your past. I’ve listened to you, comforted you…and it’s all been out of love.”

I clenched my teeth and he slowly sunk the blade deeper, enough to scare me.

“And what kind of love equates to threatening to kill me?” I challenge, he smirks.

“Our kind.” He says before pulling the blade and his hand away, but his hand didn’t stray too far as he gently traced the curves of my hip. My breath hitched as I looked up at him.

“You see Sha, the difference between me and all your other relationships is that they didn’t really love you.” My face went cold as ice.

What is he-..?

“MY love for you is overbearing…so much that you can’t even take it. So much that it overwhelms you but,” He sets the knife aside. Leaning down he kisses up my thighs, stalking around my arousal, and I whimpered in anticipation.

“Even if you can’t understand, your body knows that I love you… and it knows I would never lie about that.” He says soothingly, his thick accent laced with allure.

My mind began to shift into fight or flight as his kisses grew closer to my core.

“Tate no please stop..!” And before he could touch me there, he pulled away and let out a sigh before leaving the room.

As I found myself in the room alone my heart began to race, bro this man was out of his damn mind. I took time to breathe but my eyes quickly got to work scanning around his room.

Prior, I never took the time to take in my surroundings the other times I was here.

I was too busy being blinded by his “act”, and my alibi had to be the fact that we never had sex before, he always respected my boundaries and I cherished that about him, knowing I’d never seen that gentleness in anybody else.

But it wasn’t even him actually, and I was currently in the room of a stranger, but if there was one thing I knew for sure, I couldn’t stay here!

Suddenly the door swung open. And there he was…with a deck of playing cards?

“You know I’m quite worried about you Sha, don’t trust me, don’t trust your own body, ” He locked the door before walking over to me

“But I don’t blame you, you’ve been through enough.” He pulled up a chair and sat next to me, reaching over I flinched as he gently wiped my stained cheek, though his touch only made me want to cry again.

“No matter, I thought we’d settle this with a game. Wanna see what your subconscious thinks?” I yanked away from his touch and turned away to the other side of the room, once again making friends with the wall.

“You’re disgusting, I don’t want to play shit with you.” I spat

He chuckled, “I’m afraid it’s the only way sweetheart, besides I think you’ll enjoy what I have in store if you win~”

My brows furrowed as I looked back at him.

Unless it was my freedom he had to be out of his mind entirely if he thought I’d enjoy anything else and right I was.

“I can see you're on edge but I’m being completely honest, I care about you. And because I’m not a total monster I’ll take how you feel into consideration.”

My brows furrowed even more as I stared into his eyes.

Gee, thanks.

“I trust your body so the rules are simple Sha,” He coos moving to sit beside me on the bed.

“I’ll hold up three cards, and if you can pick my favorite, you win.” He began to trail off

If I win…I’ll set you free.” My eyes widened.

Wait what- he can’t be serious… but the way he looked off into the distance, he meant what he said…he was serious, and I let out a shaky breath

“But if you win, I finally get to fuck you, and you’re mine.” My body lost all warmth, dread took hold of my body as I started to hyperventilate. I shook my head and pulled against the ropes.

“Tate n-no don’t do this p-please don’t-!“ He shuffled the deck, eyeing me as I struggled, begging him to have mercy. But it just made him smile.

“I’m serious, are you listening-?!” I screamed out. He put a finger up to his lips effectively hushing me, I knew well then to upset him.

“Tate I-“

“Pick one Y/N.” He immediately cuts me off.

As he held the cards in front of me I quickly broke into a cold sweat.

He could take everything from me… and I wouldn't be able to stop him.

I looked at the cards. I just had to get it wrong and the odds are in my favor but, I’m use to being so unlucky.

“The middle one…” I spoke meekly.

He immediately looked down at the cards, staying quiet. The suspense was killing me and I’d rather it did, anything to take me away from this man. Before I know it he looks up at me and smirks.

“I love you too Sweetness”,

Before I can think he throws the cards aside and crawls on the bed, dragging my hips up to his. I had no time to react as my throat tightened and tears dripped down my cheeks.

Just my luck.

He swiftly pulled down his boxers making my eyes widen, as he ran his tip along my lips.

“S’been a long time comin'” He chuckled aligning with my entrance.

I try once again to pull away, no longer caring about upsetting him.

“No p-please I can’t- you’re too big I won’t be able to take it-!” But it was too late and the pressure quickly entered my body. I winced as he slid in every inch, tears nonstop falling to the sheets as he kept a harsh grip on my hips.

“Fuck!” He hissed

I panted heavily trying to cope with the pain of feeling him so deep against me. I whimpered as he pulled my hips closer, raising one of my legs up to kiss along, as if he was trying to soothe me.

Keeping my leg up he thursted in me once more allowing his dick to reach a newer depth.

“You’re so fucking tight” He groaned lifting my hips to pick up the pace.

He was relentless and rough but I still couldn't adjust to his size as he forced my body to take him repeatedly. My body tensed as surges of pleasure felt like an electric current in my body every time our hips met.

“a-ah~ Tate please-!“

“What’s that baby, such a pretty little thing, do you feel good?“ He teased

I hated him. I swore I did but the way he towered over me, he was so much bigger, stronger than me and it showed in the way he manhandled my body, as if he truly owned me and I was his doll.

He slowed down and buried his face in my neck, focusing on precision rather than speed. He whispered sweet words in my ear, telling me he loved me and I was made for him...and that I was perfect.

I clung to him and held on as he kissed and sucked along my jaw even biting me, but everything felt so gentle, his ease caused my body to relax against him and I whimpered as I allowed myself to fully submit to him.

I would never make it out alive if I didn’t and part of me wanted to accept him. Maybe he did love me and I just didn’t understand. Or maybe being forced away from the rest of society was finally catching up to me? Either way, this was my life now.

As I came to the realization he gently pulled away slightly and wrapped a hand around my throat squeezing lightly, my body tensed pleasurably once again as I closed my eyes taking everything he gave me.

But when I felt him pull back to me I flinch and cry out suddenly as I felt consistent harsh vibrations against my clit. My mouth stayed open as I tried to take in the mass amount of sensation. My breath left me quickly as I arched my back into his growing fast pace.

“Do me a favor and hold this for me baby.”

The tears never faltered, though now they were a symbol of how good I felt, and my eyes fluttered as I looked up to him and the wand he rested above my clit.

“Tate...I’m so close I can’t-“ I cried but he pressed the wand down harder and stared down at me sternly.

“Hold it.“ He repeated.

I couldn’t tell in what way he meant but to play it safe I did both. Taking a hold of the wand I listened to him when he demanded I keep it in place. My body started to shake violently and I felt the overstimulation building up in my body. As I held it in place he let go of my neck and used both hands to hold my hips before thrusting harder.

My head instinctively falls back.

“May l cum please?“ I ask, tears still falling down my face.

“You plan on leavin’ me?” He asks

I started to pant heavily, desperately needing to let go.

“No, no I’m yours I promise I won’t leave, I’ll never leave-!” I struggle, beginning to find myself in a state of hysteria.

“I love you! I promise to stay,” I cry

He immediately takes hold of the wand allowing me to convulse, letting out a loud guttural moan as I came, gripping the sheets.

As I tried to come down from the high, he pulled the wand away and embraces me, thrusting harder to chase his release. I reach up and kiss along his neck trying to return the same feeling he previously gave me but, he quickly bit down hard on my neck trying to quiet himself as he came, pouring every last drop inside me.

He slowed down his thrusts before maneuvering me to lay on top of him and he stayed deep inside.

We soon caught our breath as I laid my head against his chest.

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you…” I whispered, the weariness finally weighing down on me as I closed my eyes. He gently stroked my back pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

“I forgive you baby” Was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep.

•

Guys c’mon now I can’t believe y’all let him scam y’all like that, what happened to the original plot of the movie?? But seriously if you guys ever find yourself in a situation like this it’s absolutely not healthy please don’t be afraid to seek help! This is purely fantasy! Lol but yeah thank you for reading I love y’allz <3

Likes, comments and reblogs are so appreciated!

[chrissy-dont-talk]

IT’S CUFFIN SEASON—

[oneofstarkskids]

saturn

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

summary: bucky just likes to spoil his doll. you shouldn't expect any less on date night

genre: do you even have to ask anymore? ofc it's fluff

*not my gif*

it was your favorite night of the week. date night. you and bucky promised to spend one night a week just for yourselves. no missions, no avengers, just the two of you.

you would switch off planning every other week. today it was bucky's turn, and he always had the most romantic ideas.

you always loved spending time with bucky, but you especially needed it today. you felt inexplicably exhausted and wanted nothing more than sweet kisses and soft whispers from your blue eyed soldier.

his hands were resting on your hips and he had this teasing grin that told you he was up to something. "sam's letting us borrow his truck and it's already packed up."

you arched a brow, "how long are we going to be gone?" he kisses your forehead, "just for the night. don't worry, doll. i've got everything under control."

his words melted your heart and a smile spread across your lips instantly. "you can't tell me anything? not even an itty bitty clue?" you asked with a pout.

he gave you a stern look, "no, because that would ruin the surprise."

you groaned, but bucky just wrapped you in his arms and kissed all over your face, "you can wait a couple hours. trust me, it'll be worth it."

you grinned and shook your head, but you believed him.

he set you down carefully, "now go pack an overnight, so we can get out of here." you laughed and started walking away, but jumped as you felt bucky slap your ass. you turned around and shot him a glare.

the drive down was long and unfamiliar. you practically sighed in relief when bucky finally stopped the vehicle and turned off the engine.

you stepped out to stretch your legs and look around, but there was nothing to see. nothing but miles of fields and distant trees.

"hey, bucky?" you shouted to him as he got out too.

"yeah?" he shouted back, digging in the cargo bed for something.

"did you drag me out here to murder me?" you joke bluntly.

you turn to meet his disappointed scowl. "really?" he asks as you walk towards him.

you laugh, "i'm kidding! but seriously, what are we doing all the way out here?

bucky starts unfolding blankets and making a pallet in the back of the truck, "well, ever since we watched the one movie about the girl who falls in love with the boy but doesn't tell him she's dying, you haven't stopped talking about how romantic star-gazing is. so..."

he pulls out a large telescope and has the cutest grin on his face. you can hardly contain your excitement, "bucky! that's so sweet!" he gently sets the device down before you run into his arms.

"anything for you, doll face," he chuckles and places a kiss on your temple.

you help him finish setting the scene before laying in his arms and talking for a couple of hours. and of course, he brought snacks. could he be anymore perfect?

once it finally gets dark enough for you to see the stars, you look up in awe. you'd lost complete track of time with bucky. he stands up in the bed of the truck and reaches for your hand to lift you to your feet.

bucky brings you close and positions the telescope just right for you. he stands right up against you as you gaze at the sparkling sky. every now and then you'll ask him about a constellation and he'll look at this book that he brought along to give you the answers.

one could say it was the perfect date, but what really made it perfect was him.

a/n: i low key rushed the ending but its fiiiine. it's 4 am, give me a break.

[postm0rt3m]

ahem. 🎤👈

simon riley is an ass man.

thats it!

[foreingersgod]

Can you write about CC inspired by the song Nobody Gets Me by Sza

Like how your the only one she opens up to and completely trusts

Nobody gets me . CC

pairing: caitlin clark x reader

synopsis: nobody gets me by sza

A/N: avoided the angsty part of this song cause i feel like i’ve been in too much of an angsty mood LMAO! enjoy loves !

for a while, you and caitlin had an on and off relationship. sometimes you only got together just to hook up, at some point you tried being official for while, but nothing had ever really stuck and you just continued on with your normal back and forth routine. it worked well for the both of you, too busy with school and basketball that you didn’t want to pester each other with means of labeling your relationship. but you found comfort within each other and practically spent every waking moment with one another. to be completely transparent, you’d always had really intense feelings for her, but you didn’t want to ruin such a beautiful thing you had had with her already.

graduation was approaching swiftly, and you found that the two of you were hanging out much less often. cait was dealing with the championship and procrastinating saying her goodbyes to her team. and you were finishing up your studies and internships. when she did come over, though, she was extremely exhausted and distant.

you had sensed that something was bothering her, but you didn’t want to push it. knowing caitlin, she got stressed and overwhelmed about a lot of things and she hardly ever talked about it. when she did speak about what was on her mind she had to do it on her own terms.

on one particular wednesday night, however, she had shown up at your door in tears. a rare scene to behold. you’d never seen her cry unless it was after a huge loss for iow, but even then, it wasn’t like this. she was hiccuping from the sobs, with her face red from running her hands down her face.

“caitlin…hey what’s going on?” she said nothing as you immediately ushered her into your apartment. you got her situated on your couch, telling you’d be just a second and you were going to grab her some tissues and water.

“no!” she cried, grabbing your wrist as you attempted to leave “don’t leave me please”

you sat down next to her, extremely worried. “i won’t, im right here, are you sure you don’t want anything?”

she shook her head violently and collapsed into you. her face hidden somewhere between your neck and shoulder, trying to suppress her sobs. her whole body shook as she continued crying, you rubbed her back and smoothed her hair, trying to calm her down.

“cait, you’re making me nervous, what’s going on?” you urged again.

“i’m so scared, YN” you grabbed her shoulders and forced her to look at you.

“of what?”

“of this” you looked at her extremely confused. “of graduating, of moving on, of saying goodbye to the team…”

“cait those are very normal things to be upset about, you shouldn’t have to be scared to continue on this amazing path you’re-” wiping away some of her tears with your thumb, you tired to comfort her before she cut you off abruptly.

“but i’m scared of losing you” her eyes squeezed shut in frustration, so overwhelmed by with these feelings coming out all at once.

“me? what are you talking about?”

“i just-” she tried to steady her breathe “i’ve realized that i haven’t taken this thing we’ve had seriously enough. i-i’ve been thinking about what’s going to happen when we go our separate ways…and i don’t want that YN, i don’t think i can be without you.”

“hey,” you grabbed her hand “i’ll always be here, we’ll still call and text and when you’re in town we can grab lunch! i’m not just gonna stop being your friend, silly!”

“but i don’t want to be your friend!”

you were struck with shock at her statement, completely unaware of where this was all coming from.

“the closer we get to separating from each other, the more i’ve become of aware of how much i’m fucking in love with you”

her eyes were studying your facial features, trying to pull a reaction from you, but you stood completely starstruck.

“nobody gets me like you do,” her voice cracking, close to crying again. “i don’t think i can be away from you. im scared it’s too late and i don’t want to lose what’s left of you..of what we have. and, i’ll be honest, i don’t want to see you with anyone else but me. nobody gets me like you do, im serious. i only like myself when i’m with you”

you felt yourself about to cry too, you had no idea she felt this way.

“you’re the only one i can actually be myself with. and you’re the only person i want to be around every second of the day. and i know it sounds crazy, and i don’t expect you to put everything on hold just because i’m sitting here crying and dropping this huge love bomb on you but i-”

you cut her off, throwing your arms around her shoulders, and pulling her into a gentle kiss. you could feel your tears mix together as you desperately pulled her in closer. after wanting her all to yourself, your feeling were finally reciprocated and it felt like you were on cloud 9.

“i love you, caitlin” you pulled away, smiling “i’m not going to leave you”

“thank you,” she said with her tears finally dried “for loving me, for trusting me, and for staying. i don’t think i could make it without you”

she stayed the night at your place that night. she told you about all the stuff she had kept hidden away when she started becoming distant; she told you about the stress of classes and the team and the draft. everything. she felt like she could stay up all night with you and completely e open up to you because nobody gets her like you do.

[bowsnstrings]

Lana - Ony Series

Summary: Milana is a shy, dorky, twenty-two year old virgin, just hoping to find someone to love, let alone like her. Feeling hopeless, she tries to stay to herself until she’s forced out of her shell when she runs into the handsome, popular, plug of her college campus. How will she ever be able to score someone as untouchable as him, and would he even be interested in someone as socially unaccepted as her? (Inspired by songs off SZA’s SOS deluxe album: LANA💐🎀🌿)

Chapter One: No More Hiding 🍃

Chapter Two: What Do I Do 🍃

Chapter Three: 30 For 30 🍃

Chapter Four: Diamond Boy (DTM) Coming Soon!

[eyeheartboobiez]

-> 𝗃𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖽 𝗑 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

-> 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝖺𝗎!

-> 𝖺/𝗇: 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖫𝖠𝖲𝖳 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖺 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗃𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆 𝗂 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋😭

Jason Todd and ex girlfriend, Artemis Grace, spotted outside a club together just hours ago! May this old flame be finding its spark again? (8/20/2022 3:14 AM PT)

For months now, people have been buzzing after Gotham elite Jason Todd and singer Y/N Y/LN hinted at being in a relationship. Ever since this past March when they were initially spotted together, fans have done nothing short of obsessing over the two.

Artemis Grace, former girlfriend of Jason, had gotten into some hot water recently when insiders claimed that the singer had something to do with leaking Y/N’s unreleased track, Fantasize.

As mentioned in former articles, TMZ investigators came to the conclusion that Artemis was involved in publishing the song as a way of “getting her lick back”. Time logs show that the dubbed “rival” singer entered the same studio as Y/N not too long after she left for the night.

Many people online have been more than vocal about their love for the song, despite the fact that it was released without the artist’s consent.

While Artemis has yet issue a statement regarding the accusations, she seems to have plenty of time to be out partying with her ex.

Fast forward to last night, when just hours ago, Jason and Artemis were seen leaving a nightclub together and looking very close for comfort. Onlookers were not only shocked, but absolutely gagged when they saw the two hugging each other goodbye.

With their late night rendezvous breaking headlines, some fans are starting to question if Jason may have also played a part in helping Artemis, or if they ever really broke up at all!

The exes, who were romantically involved for almost two years, have a long history of being toxic towards each other. Their on-again-off-again relationship was notorious for its dysfunctionality, making it hard to keep up most of the time.

It wasn't until late last year when both Jason and Artemis officially called it quits by posting an announcement on their respective Instagram accounts (although many were skeptical to believe it).

Despite the initial shock of the situation, it begs the question: Where does Y/N stand in all of this?

Fans of the singer songwriter were quick to come to her support, majority of whom expressing their clear disappointment in Jason.

“I was really betting on these two,” says Twitter user @y/n’scoochiehairs. “I feel like a child of divorce…”. The fan account, while only just a few months old, grew exponentially due to their constant posts about the alleged couple.

Many sentiments like this have been circulating the internet once the pictures from last night began to surface. Y/N is notorious for putting her emotions into her songs, so at least we know she’ll be releasing new music soon, right?

— replies —

user1: oh she really aint playing...

user2: COOK HIM GOOD SIS!!

user3: girl this is a whole bar put this energy into a song or sumn😭

user4: sooo what im hearing is that ur single🤔

⤷ user5: ntm on my wife now..

user6: this next album bouta be BIBLICAL

user7: genuinely hope youre doing okay🥺🫶

user8: ily queen🩷

people you may know!

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@artemisofmighdall: last night was a dream✨

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user1: first you mess with her music then you mess with her man.. if bold was a person…

user2: the hell is she smiling so damn big for?? ain’t shit funny😐

user3: girl you betta PRAY i don’t catch you in these streets…

user4: “last night was a dream” yeah and you in for a rude awakening cuz wth💀

user5: these comments killing me😭

user6: you already going to hell for being a ginger now you just making it worse for yourself🤦‍♀️

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end notes: is jason involved or is he just being framed👀 lmk what you think!!