#also the blood on her😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[seraqhites]

need santabarbara!ellie in my guts right now.

[feedingicetothedog]

one part from the iwtv book i'm curious to see if they'll do especially since it seems like they're leaning into louis having haunting visions of lestat is this part:

bc when i read this part recently i was just thinking of how insane this would be in the context of the show. like these 2 ppl he loved so so much while also feeling like he could never meet their standards of how he should be living, him marrying lestat immediately after paul's funeral, him telling daniel that these were the only 2 men he ever confided his struggles in, and now both of them are dead (not lestat but louis referred to lestat as murdered so i'm counting it). the fact that the knife he used to slit lestat's throat is the knife he held to his brother's and lestat immediately fell in love w/ him in that moment. 'i wanted to be a priest. just like you paul [...] my father locked me away' 'if daddy was alive, you'd still be locked up in that hospital in jackson'

[gabriestat]

was talking a few days ago to my friend about malcom in the middle because she recently started watching & she said "wow francis really has some complexes, hm? his wife resembling his mom in character and shape and all of that. isn't that like your thing?" i was like the oprah gif to be loved is to be known but at what cost

[thedeadthree]

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[gotyouanyway]

god i love leela so much i know she’s happy about WAR but seeing her happy i’m like aw <3

[doomsdaybby]

OMGOMGOMG I saw a video of a girl talking about the blood vial d20 her boyfriend gifted her, and now I can't get eddie and reader out of my head!! Imagine giving eddie a set of dice for him to find out it's filled with your blood😵‍💫😵‍💫 help me I'm spiralling.

HELP WHERE IS THAT VIDEO?! also sorry if this took a hot second i've been busy in my irl job 🤢 and this initially ended up being a little longer than I had planned so I had to cut and edit lmao. but anyways, enjoy!!

eddie munson x fem!reader. (small cw for sexual suggestion, a teeny weeny bit hot n' heavy at the end, but this is mainly just some cute silly fluff!)

"Why do I need to close my eyes, babe?" Eddie's giggling something pretty, and you're right there with him, a pitched girly lilt that has Eddie's already beaming smile spreading impossibly wider across his pink cheeks.

You're sitting crossed legged propped up by the pillows on Eddie's bed, the worn mattress actually covered with a freshly washed sheet which was a rare occasion. Though, to be fair to him, it was your one year anniversary.

Eddie hadn't shut up about it the whole month prior. Grinning from ear to ear and tucking you close to his side whenever he mentioned it. The Hellfire boys had depleted into eye-rolls and groaned 'oh yeah's and 'how could we forget's. Not to be malicious, they were very pleased for the both of you, though the consistency with no room for anything else in conversation did, eventually, get just slightly irritating.

Though neither of you cared, you were completely and utterly smitten with one another.

He had also meticulously marked it down to the day on his shabby swimsuit model calendar circa 1985, the one that displayed pride of place amongst arrays of polaroids that captured the two of you in eternal besotted stills.

His smile lines captivate his beautiful face, the mattress dipping as you sit beside him. His knees knock with yours as you shuffle across the bed, mirroring his position directly across from him.

"Just.. sit still," the breath of your laugh sweeps over his face, closer than he had initially thought you were. He scrunches his brows in question, guarding himself with his shoulder in a small startle when you lean forward to bestow just one gentle kiss on his exposed skin, right below the curve of his jaw.

You smile against the column of his throat, cheap cologne and long-since smoked cigarettes lingering on his Iron Maiden t-shirt. You could bask in him all day. Eyes still closed, just as you'd asked, you take Eddie's hand with a gentle squeeze. You turn his palm over lovingly in yours, placing the gift in the centre. "Okay, pretty boy," the way you say it has Eddie's heart skipping a beat, coaxing him back to the curve of your lips like a sailor to a siren call. "Open".

Cushioned in his hand sat a custom made D20 dice; a deep ruby red swirls inside in a lava-lamp fashion, the numbers a stunning glittered gold. And to top it off, your initials engraved just above the number 20.

"Babe, I fucking love it!" Eddie's eyes fucking glitter when they open, as rich as hot cocoa, and he's grabbing your face and kissing your nose, lips, forehead and each cheek for good measure. Your eyes are glinting along with him, shimmering with a enamoured warmth and your chest feels full to the brim with swarming butterflies.

"The resin looks so cool" he's rolling the dice in his fingers, swooning and admiring the way the liquid inside shifts in large globules. A kid in a candy store. They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, but the way to your man's heart is through DnD.

"What kind of resin is this? It's really dark" Eddie's holding the dice up to the light, and his confusion makes you melt, in a funny sort of way. The scrunch of his nose, the knitting of his brows, the pout of his bottom lip the cherry on top amongst the curiosity.

"It's not resin, Eds..." you're shy then. Overcome with a gnawing shred of unease, just a taste.

"What the hell is it then?" he's eyeing you strangely, smirk still pride of place, eyes creasing at the corners when they narrow in your direction. "Is it cursed?" he shoves it away from him to hold it at arms length, a mess of feigned theatrics, and you're suddenly laughing again, the same sugary sweet giggle that makes his teeth hurt.

"It's my blood" you're still laughing with him, the lack of sincerity to your tone has Eddie believing you're joking, especially by the way he's now cracking up more than you.

"Okay, but really, what is it?". "My blood," you reiterate, more deadpan and as serious as you can be in the moment. He's rotating it around in his fingers again with much more intent, with what you can only described as almost childlike wonder.

His eyes inspect each side, right from number 1 through 20, delicately swinging his thumb over where your initials are engraved. "You serious?" he asks quieter, head a little dizzy and a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, somewhat shocked disbelief coating his words.

He's quiet when you nod, your heart beginning to beat a little faster. He hates it. He hates you. You've scared him off. This is too much for him. Wait, too much for EDDIE? I'm gonna be sick.

It's when he shifts uncomfortably on the mattress that those fleeting thoughts silence for a moment, and you watch with a hard undisguised stare as he adjusts the front of his sweatpants to lay his forearm there.

"Do you have a boner right now?" you scoff at him after a couple of quiet moments, not to be mean, your tongue feels too big for your mouth and your heart is pumping too loud in your ears with adrenaline. He doesn't answer the question, you already know that he does. Then, without another word, Eddie is swallowing your face in his palms, caging you in as his lips meld to yours. It's fervent, carnal, the way he kisses you. Then comes a delicate brush of fingertips along the column of your throat, pushing away the strands of hair there, and you're hooking your nails into the frizzy curls at the back of his head.

It's quick, crude, and leaves you a little breathless. All tongues and teeth, Eddie's way of saying 'thank you' and 'I love you' without the words coming to any fruition.

He draws back first with a pant, savouring the way your lips chase his. Your head is dizzy, drunk off of him. And you wouldn't dare to waste a moment more once his next words exit.

"Take your clothes off, right now".

[hoshigray]

idk if you’re taking in requests or thirsts but imagine giving toji a lap dance and even then he’s still the one who’s in charge and shiittt 😵‍💫

i want him so bad 😞

lol, why did I think of a stripper AU when I saw this? Also, this ask is like MONTHS old, I'm so sorry...also tysm for 4.9k guyssss, ur too kind

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Toji x stripper fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - sensual movements; lap dances + bumping and grinding - kisses (f! receiving) - clitoral stimulation - breast fondling + nipple play - biting/nibbling- pet names (angel, baby, sweetheart, sweetie) - no penetration, but things get steamy - cameos: Mei Mei, Nanami and Ino. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.7k

You were Toji’s favorite stripper.

You, your coworkers, and all the clients who come to enjoy the show all know this as fact. 

It’s all fun and games that this is your job, and you must cater to all the other men and women who come to see you strut and work your stuff (or else your manager, Mei Mei, would have your head).

But this is something that should never be forgotten. When that raven-haired man with a scar on his lip walks into the premises, everyone has to act right: you’re off-limits because you are his girl. 

Tonight was one of those Friday nights; women gather around the bar top to gather their weekend drinks – and flirt with Kento Nanami, the part-time bartender. Men under the influence howl at the topless entertainers, allowing them to motorboat and stuff cash into their underwear. And Ino, the DJ, plays the tunes that set the mood and keep the place going. 

Toji walks past all of that — he’s not here for it. He strides up to the open area, where there are mini stages abided by booths, a pole for each that comes from the ceiling down. He comes to one of the stages, and a dancer stops midway through her routine to greet the man, ignoring the girls who whine from her mesmerizing dancing coming to a halt. “Toji~, it’s Friday already?” 

“Yup, good to see you, Roxy,” he flashes a quick smile at the named entertainer. “They here today?”

Roxy giggles. “Knew you were going to ask me that. They should be at that back one over there at the corner…Oh! There they are.” She points, and Toji follows her finger to the promised stage and booth at the corner. He grins and gives a curt nod to Roxy before going on his way. “Enjoy the show, Toji~”

At the club corner is a booth filled with tired businessmen who come to drink. But guessing from the grins on their faces, they’re too enamored by what’s in front of them to quench their first. On the pole, twirling around the metal bar, was you. Entertaining the men with the usual routine, a few tricks, and moves to wow the mix of young and old business clients. And they gasp and roar at you, splitting your legs during a high kick.

Unfortunately, though, this was the last of their fun with you. Because after you transition from the pole, taking a client’s hand to have them aid you down the stage, something – or someone – catches your attention from the corner of your eye. You turn and smile, “Hey there, big guy.”

“Hey,” he greets you with a smirk. The guys around the booth watch, most with expressions as if their hearts dropped. Minus one, a young man who felt he should question the man standing next to him. 

“Uhh, excuse me,” he says to the dark-haired, burly man. The other colleagues looked at him as if he lost his mind. “We got this table first, so go over somewhere with the other strippers and—“ 

He could not finish that sentence. Because Toji pulled the kid off his seat with one hand, the poor bastard squeaked at the sudden action. Piercing green eyes bore into his skull, his blood shifting to icy cold. “How ‘bout I have you go somewhere? Either in the trash or six feet under, whichever floats y’r boat.” 

The scared look on the poor kid’s face didn’t change Toji’s attitude. Not even the other guys who were pleading to him to let their friend go, that he didn’t know what he was doing. He did not come here to start something, not tonight. 

And for that, you were the only one who could calmly intervene, dissuading the situation by placing a hand on Toji’s shoulder. “It’s all right, Toji. I was giving these guys a little show before you came in. Now, please let him go, okay? I don’t think Mei Mei would want to deal with another broken arm situation.”

It was the safest option that you spoke to him, his little favorite. So, with a gruff scoff, Toji lets the guy go for him to land on the floor roughly. “You heard ‘em, fellas. Outta my spot.” The entrepreneurs get up and scram with no hesitation, grumbling at the younger colleague for causing such strife in the first place as they walk away somewhere, leaving you and Toji. 

He watches them leave, turning to you when they’re at a respectable distance. Here is when he properly gets a good look at you. God, he could never get enough of you. You were wearing a black laced, caged mesh bra that covered your breasts, matching with lacy bottoms that shaped your hips beautifully. The bra was covered in rhinestones that shined with the club lights, which partnered with the side of your bottoms. And to complete the look, over-the-knee heeled boots that sparkled. A new favorite, Toji thinks.

“Well, now that you’re done terrorizing my guests,” you giggle and gesture to the booth seat. “Ready for me to spoil you?”

“Heh, think that’s the other way ‘round, sweetheart.” Toji chuckles as he takes off his coat and sits down. He notes you staring at his bulky arms for a quick second. You were fast, but not fast enough for him to catch you. “I’m sure y’re ready to drain my wallet.”

You walk between him and the stage behind you, bewitching him with the twinge of your lips as you bring your face closer. “Would that be a bad thing?”

Toji’s hand goes to your cheek, “A pretty lil’ angel like you? I’d let you rob every cent of me.”

The jest does its job of making you laugh before you withdraw your face from his hold. “You know the rules.” 

The older man rolls his eyes but obliges, putting his hands behind his head and shifting comfortably. “I know, I know. No touchy.”

“No touchy.” You repeat, knowing he’s on the same page while you warm yourself up. 

You start with the usual — he likes it. You turn and spread your legs, bending down slowly before him so he can get a perfect view of your ass and underwear. And you take your time getting up, using your hands to entice him by grazing them around your asscheeks. Next, you face him, eyes locked with his emerald ones. Taking one foot after the other, you bend again and place your hands on his thighs, rubbing them while maintaining eye contact. “How was work? Tough as usual?” 

Now, while you have rules of your own, he also has things he can’t share — like the fact that his primary source of income comes from killing people. It’s why he’s always sure to clean himself up before coming here, spending his hard-earned cash to see you. But he humors you with tiny hints, “Mmm, as usual. Broken nose here, blood on knuckles there.” 

You straighten up, placing a heeled foot on his right thigh. “My my, not that you got hurt, right?” 

“Not a single scratch.”

You lift a brow before bringing your leg down to swiftly sit on his lap, snaking your hands up from his abdomen and chest to his strong shoulders. “You’re quite the dangerous one.”

“Sure,” He chortles smugly, “but y’re one to talk.”

You play along, forming a small “o” with your lips to display faux surprise. All the while bouncing on his lap. “Me? Dangerous?” 

“Oh yeah, sweetie.” His eyes never leave your face, even when you sway to the side to measure his attention. “Y’re quite the little minx yourself.” 

Your eyes narrow, inching your face closer, your noses practically touching. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Slow grinds to his groin, it makes him swallow. You close your eyes, lips drawing in with a whisper. “Is it?”

Toji closes his eyes as well, falling for your sensual spell. “Not at all…” But nothing comes of it, only a string of giggles as you remove your face from his, poking the tip of his nose with your finger to signal with awake before fully withdrawing your figure from him. He grins, shaking his head. “Fuckin’ tease.”

“I don’t see you complaining, sir.” You throw the title at him with a playful smirk, batting an eye before turning around with your back facing him. You gently sit on his lap and transition your services to that of a lap dance. 

With an arched back, you roll your hips and ride on his lap, your butt rubbing on his jean-clad thighs to create heated friction. And Toji’s eyes examine your figure, from the highlighted skin of your back to the sway of your hips. The view of your butt rubbing on him gets him going, trying to fight the urge to just fuck the rules and grab your ass to grind on himself. Every rasp to his groin tests him to breathe steadily. 

But then, you just had to look at him over your shoulder with that cute, complacent leer. “How ya feelin’ there, big guy? Dangerous enough for you yet?”

Yup, fuck it. Rules be damned, Toji grabs for your ass and brings it down flat on his groin. The action takes you aback – unconditionally out of the accustomed routine. Before you can question him, Toji’s scarred lips are already at your ear. “You tell me, princess. Teasin’ me like that is just askin’ for it.”

You hold back a whimper when he comes to your neck, biting your lips when his lips meet your skin. “Mmmm…whatever happened to no touchy? You could get into trouble—“

“Aww, are ya worrying f’r me?” He snickers to your ear again, listening to you gasp at the buck of his hips to your ass. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, just keep dancin’ f’r me, ‘kay? I’ll take care of you…”

Toji bites the helix of your ear, rolling his hips to hump you. With a shaky moan, you grind on him to match his cadence. You’re nervous; this is against the policy: guests are not supposed to touch the entertainers. And yet, now, with Toji’s firm hands holding onto you and him whispering to your ear, it somehow feels different — a lot more hedonistic. 

You decide to play along, throwing your head back to his shoulder to rest, which gives him more access to kiss your exposed skin. His lips peck down your neck, and quivering wails seep from your lips when he mischievously nibbles on it. Too distracted to detect a hand snake down to your covered chasm. 

Now would be the right time to say things are going too far. You bring a hand on top of his, a silent warning for him. But he chooses to ignore it, creeping the other hand under the hem of your top. “Relax, baby. Just focus on danicin’, yeah?” 

This was so different, having a guest take the rails — no, having Toji take control of you. And you don’t dislike it; far from it, actually. If anything, it’s oddly exciting — letting the older man please you as you service him. It’s new and dangerous, especially in your workplace. But, oh my God, you don’t want it to stop.

You wrap your arms around his neck while he puts his back to the booth, using this to change into a different move. With your torso lifted and using your legs to maintain balance, you move your abdomen up and down. While you’re ghosting his groin with wave-like motions, Toji uses his fingers to play with your body. His left middle and forefinger rubs on your cover folds, roughly pressing down on where your clitoris is. A choked sob leaves puffy lips, even when his right hand is in your bra to grope your breast, his thumb swiping on your nipple to harden. 

“Mmmph! Ahhaaa, Toji…”

“Yeah, just like that,” he reassures you. Another tweak to your nipple has you bite your lips with a hum. “Just like that—“

“Am I interrupting something?” 

It took you mere milliseconds to recognize the new voice that enters your space, abruptly interrupting your session with purpose. You’re off of Toji just like that, hurriedly fixing yourself in the presence of your manager. “H–Hello, Mei Mei.”

“Hello there, Y/n.” She says it sweetly, but her words carry a stern connotation. The pale-blue-haired woman has her hair up in a braided ponytail while wearing a simple black split-thigh cami dress with mesh sleeves, and her gold earrings and red lipstick contrast with her pale skin. “Ah, I expected to see you here, too, Mr. Fushiguro.”

Toji greets the women, standing up at his own pace. “It is a Friday, Lady Mei.”

She smiled at the use of her business name; it was appropriate for what she was about to say. “Indeed it is. I decided to come down to check on the place and see how the life of the party was going. And all my guests seemed to be having quite a good time…Minus this one guy, who told me about the ‘scary fucker with a scar on his lip’ who lifted him like a doll and scared him and his buddies to a different table.” 

Toji rubs the back of his neck, chortling with a smug grin. “Hmm, the guy must be some dick.”

“Must be...Now listen, Fushiguro, I know how much of a valuable customer you are, throwing good money at my girls — my girl.” Mei Mei walks to you and places her cold hands on your shoulders. “I’d find it hard to have you not come here anymore for not keeping your hands to yourself. On my customers and my entertainers.”

“That I understand, my Lady,” he sighs at your manager’s lecture and crosses his arms. “But you know how I roll. I just come here to see your girls—“ He stops to shift his gaze on you. “Your sweet girl.”

“And I see you care about them quite a lot, your hand up their bra and your lips on their skin.” 

He shrugs it off. “I’m guilty.”

Mei Mei walks up to the older guest, her light violet eyes locked with his dark jade orbs. “Fushiguro, I’m sorry, but I’m afraid my rules apply to everybody. No touching the dancers. This is a strip club, not a brothel.” 

“Yes, Mei,” He grasps every word thrown at him, his eyes not leaving her feline ones. “It’s just a shame that I’m willin’ to pay whatever to have Y/n privately for one night in those lil’ VIP rooms upstairs.” 

A silver brow is quirked. “Are you trying to throw more money at my face to change the rules for your own convenience?”

“I’m trying to talk business, from one loyal customer to a good businesswoman.” He says nonchalantly, pointing to you with his chin. “That is if they’re up for it.” Now, why did he have to single you out like that? Because your manager turns to you with a patient look, gauging where you stand in this situation. 

It’s a tricky thing to answer: do you want to have sex with your guest that made you feel good minutes ago? This job is supposed to be an easy one, coming here to dance and swing your ass off til the morning sun for good money. Now, on the one night when things get a little too heated – with your favorite customer, mind you – you’re in a conflict. And you have to thank God you didn’t kiss him on the lips! 

However, it’s not like you don’t trust Toji; it’s the opposite. Sure, he can be a cocky bastard; there’s been instances where he’s touched you, but never like tonight. And yet, you didn’t find any danger in it. You were relaxed atop of him, leaning more into his touches. So, the thought that more could come from it is new. Chilling, but thrilling.

Your manager can see the inner turmoil through your face, so she answers in your stead, “Give it some thought for tomorrow, Y/n. And you,” Mei Mei turns back to the man guilty of this predicament. “Learn to behave yourself ’til then.” 

“I will, Lady Mei,” Toji sneers, grabbing for his coat to put on and taking a few bands to give to you. “And I’ll be seein’ you tomorrow, baby.”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – divideres from @/cafekitsune.

[pupyuj]

maybe some ghostface g!p wonyoung?🫣 fucking u with a knife pointed at ur neck oooh we love some extreme dubcon🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

i love love love scream sm and ghostface asks just make me giggle and kick my feet in the air YEAH IT’S WEIRD IDC BUT IT FUELS MY BRAIN SEND MORE 🤪 this is once again another drabble that might be disturbing/triggering for some so please read at your own risk!!

[cw: extreme dubcon, violence, brainwashing, manipulation, knife play, blood kink, murder 😭]

now hear me out… photographer!wony who has grown obsessed with amateur model!reader during your time together as colleagues.. you’re a fresh find in the industry, only having involved in a few small projects and you considered working w an acclaimed photographer like wonyoung such an honor! you practically worshipped her—studied her work through the hundreds of magazines she has worked on and you even keep up with her social media accounts bcs even the photos she takes on her phone are art! but truth to be told, wony wasn’t all too enthusiastic about working with a rookie but you were pretty enough that she sucked it up! plus, she was tired of all the bossy older, experienced models who always thought they knew better than the girl behind the camera 😒😒

wony being so pleasantly surprised with your talent that after the first time you worked together, she becomes very willing to work with you again! and again, and again.. until the two of you were eventually acquaintances, but that was also when wony starts getting… well, territorial over you 🫣 but she wasn’t stupid. she knew it wasn’t normal to want to gouge out the eyes of every man that looks at you for a second too long.. but wonyoung really can’t help it! 😣 you’re such a precious little gem that she just wants to lock you up in her basement and make herself the only person to ever set eyes on you…

getting comfortable around wony to the point that you allow her to be in a changing room with you as you dress up for a photoshoot,, asking her if you look pretty and never once catching that dark look in her eyes or the way she licks her lips as she thinks about all the things she wants to do to you… ugh, she gets so hard just looking at you in your pretty little outfits.. sometimes it comes to the point where she pretends to fix something in the outfit just so she can be close to you and inhale your perfume… as well as press her bulge against your ass.. even though you pretend not to notice it, wonyoung always takes note of how your breath hitches and how you move closer to her slightly,, fuck every time there’s a break, wony has to run to the washrooms to jerk off bcs the feeling was sometimes overwhelming.. but gosh, did it all feel good 😵‍💫😵‍💫

it wasn’t until you start gaining more and more attention that wonyoung loses her head though.. she goes on a killing spree in a ridiculous fucking costume, mercilessly taking the life of those that thought they could ever take you from her.. you were the one who noticed the odd pattern: all of those that this ‘ghostface’ killed has interacted with you at least once.. and more than half of them have tried to woo you, so in a sense, this ‘ghostface’ would be protecting you in a really messed up way but you had no idea who would do such a thing for you 🫣🫣 unfortunately wonyoung fucks up one day; after one of her kills, you come over to her home for a quick rundown of another one of your projects together.. and while the two of you sat on her bed, that was when you saw a piece of the dark cloak ‘ghostface’ always wore stuffed haphazardly in wonyoung’s closet.. and then you just noticed the little droplets of blood on the carpet floor.. so dark and have clearly been there for a while…

wonyoung had already noticed that you already pieced it together and made her move before you can say or do or think anything—“not a word, little mouse.” and then you feel it: cold steel. the side of a knife being pressed flat against your neck, the sharp edge being so dangerously close to your collarbone.

no bcs?? you can’t tell me wony wouldn’t find pleasure in your reaction when she lists down all the suitors she has killed.. something in her sick, twisted mind dances happily every time the fear in your eyes gets bigger and stronger, you were practically frozen on her bed as you listened to the exact ways wonyoung murdered her victims.. some of them were close coworkers, acquaintances, friends. and gosh, ofc wony takes this opportunity to finally get her hands on you! 🤭 sitting there while her one free hand explores your body :(( squeezing your breasts, gliding down from your stomach all the way to your core.. “you’re wet? you’re a little freak, aren’t you..? getting turned on despite being touched by a murderer??”

having no choice but to follow her every command :(( laying down all comfortably in her bed, crying silently while wonyoung takes her sweet time taking her clothes off before mounting you, her bare cock dangerously close to your clothed entrance.. “not gonna try and run? smart girl. i wouldn’t want to kill you.. i love you, (y/n)… you can’t let me do that.. so be good.” her kisses were sweet and soft and for a second, you thought that even if she fucks you against your will, maybe she’ll be gentle.. but you were dumber than you actually looked bcs the second you let your guard down, wonyoung creates a small cut on your collarbone and quickly licks it.. practically moaning at your wincing and how you blood tasted eugh she was so freaky! 😭

also, she would be laughing while you struggled against her?? being so scared that she’ll hurt you again you actually try to break free of her hold and shit but she’s just cackling while you thrash underneath her.. feeling so, so weak while she cuts your clothes up.. she’s giggling and everything! so excited to finally see you naked and touch that delicate skin of yours.. and it rlly takes her all of her willpower to not just cut you up and see just how beautiful you’d look with blood all over you 😰😰 you’d beg and beg for her not to hurt you, feeling the cold metal of the knife against your neck as you cry and plead to wonyoung who was rlly just having the time of her life… but things were weird! she has violated you, hurt you, literally killed people you’ve come to know… and you find her so attractive with her face all scrunched up and her head thrown back while she rocks her hips and rams her cock inside you…

at some point you even wrapped your arms around her waist bcs it felt so good 😵‍💫 you forgot that you were fucking with a murderer and could only think of the wonyoung you knew from before… jang wonyoung, your role model.. and well, suffice to say that was enough for you to agree to everything that she was saying to you and have her cum inside you 🥴 and it wouldn’t even stop there! with or without your consent, wony would be fucking you all night! just in case something happens that would separate the two of you after this night..

ya’ll can’t tell me that she wouldn’t try to manipulate you even more after that day! 🫣 scaring you into not saying a peep about her identity, threatening your career and your whole fucking life if you even think of going to the police.. ofc she was successful! and yes she still continues to be ghostface ofc 🫢 every time someone hits on you while wonyoung was around, your heart would sink low to your stomach knowing she was going to get rid of them.. but not after reminding you who you belong to in an empty changing room 🤭🤭 would also love to think that she would be fucked in the head enough to mold you into her little sidekick?? telling you about her ghostface ways and feeling immensely proud when you claim your first kill who happens to be another model who was way too interested in your wonyoung-nim! 😣

wonyoung would only be completely satisfied after she has turned her favorite doll into a cute little puppet 🤭

[allisonlol]

helloooooooooooooooooo

I hope you're doing well and you're rest because we don't want you to get tired just for us 😭

I have a request I don't know if you already did but can you do dazai and chuuya with reader who stained her skirt with period blood but she's too embarrassed and try to hide it from them

a/n: HELLO.,,,,,everyone omfg srry for being gone for 8 months 😵‍💫 do u guys still luv me…. /j. i’ve been writing on here for 3 years now and we all need a break sometimes but ty for the continued support!! this req is super cute

warnings: afab / fem reader, periods, blood

Chuuya

chuuya is like. super chill abt blood and periods so idk why u would need to hide this from him 😭

but let’s say u guys recently started dating and u still felt a little awkward abt it!!

chuuya had invited you over to his penthouse for the evening and you wore a new skirt just for the occasion

you knew it was risky to wear such a light color while on ur period but WHATEVER !!

a few hours go by fine, with the two of you watching movies and trying sips of his extensive wine collection

however, u start panicking in the bathroom when u realize you’ve bled thru ur new skirt 😭 at THE chuuya nakahara’s house of all places!!!

cuz what if he thinks it’s gross and kicks u out?☹️

^(he would NEVER but ur so panicked and worried that ur overthinking)

you try scrubbing the stain out with cold water which helps a little but also kinda makes it worse cuz now ur skirt has a big wet patch 😭🙏🏻

the stain is still noticeable as well but u suck it up and leave the bathroom

ur immediately fumbling for ur keys and talking about how u have to go home

chuuya is like “wtf happened” and thinks that HE did something wrong or made u uncomfy in some way

he’s surprised but super understanding and goes to walk u to the door

^while walking u out tho he notices the blood and asks all politely and quietly if that’s what’s wrong 🥺 this man is a sweetie pie omfg

u admit to him that it was and he offers u some of his clothes to wear if u want to stay longer…

Dazai

so!! the two of u had went to the mall for the day

an hour in you ditch dazai to sprint to the bathroom and realize that. yes you started ur period and YES it leaked thru ur skirt!!!

you have no way to hide it so you just pray u can get home asap to change before anyone notices

you meander out of the bathroom and sift thru the crowd to find dazai

dazai is already on high alert at being in such a public place with u that he immediately notices ur acting off

^(by “high alert” i just mean that he gets worried you’ll be targeted or attacked bc ur close to him 😭)

anyway. the second dazai notices ur aura is off he won’t stop pestering you about what’s wrong

acts all playful about it but he is low key sweating bc what if something serious happened while he wasn’t around??

you keep fidgeting with ur skirt and insisting that you want to leave immediately

dazai will go quiet and nod in agreement, and y’all begin to leave

except you don’t want the people behind you guys to see the blood so ur pulling all sorts of moves to hide it 😵‍💫

you try walking in front of dazai for coverage but u also don’t want HIM seeing it so ur honestly just stumbling around awkwardly

shit, at this point dazai thinks you’ve been drugged or something and grabs ur arm to drag you towards the exit 😭

shoves ur ass in the car and grabs ur face to examine ur eyes and see if you’re actually on something LOL

^you’ve fr never seen him so serious before

you realize what he thinks has happened so you super bleakly tell him the truth so he stops worrying

dazai will just look at u like “😐” bc WDYMMM u were trying to hide a bloodstain from him!!! he has seen much worse!!!

dw cuz he bursts out laughing 5 seconds later at how both of y’all were so worried over nothing

[moremaybank]

“make yourself cream all on my cock. fuck, i love watching you play with yourself in front of me,” the way you write jj is so 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

like imagine masturbating in front of each other and reader is humping a pillow and jj’s just transfixed on her while he’s jerking off. i need him

idk if this was a concept request but i’m making it one bc yes. also ily thank u for the love baby (18+) i have a full fic that's similar to this concept! read here!

"Enjoying the show, J?" You taunted, rutting your core against the pillow beneath you. Your hands brushed your hair out of your face, and ran down the sides of your neck to your tits. You groped the plush flesh, helping them bounce further in front of JJ's eyes. "You wanna touch me?"

JJ nodded roughly, his eyes locked on your movements. You were wicked. Making him watch you get yourself off, not letting him touch you. Every ounce of his blood was simmering inside of him as he tried like hell to obey you, but it was so damn hard. How the fuck was he expected to do so when you were waving yourself in front of him like a perfectly-cooked steak?

His hand worked harshly, rubbing and stroking himself as he tried to mimic the way you'd feel around him. Of course, nothing was as good as the real thing.

"Let me touch you," he demanded. "You'll regret it if you don't."

"Not yet, handsome. You look so good fucking your hand." You bit your lip with a cheeky smile. "You thinking about fucking me? How tight I am?"

"Stop it," he gritted through his teeth.

But he didn't want you to stop. Fuck, he wanted you to do anything but stop.

He watched your tits as they jiggled, his mouth watering as he thought about having them in his mouth. The flat of his tongue against your nipples, leaving hickies all over them. Then his eyes trailed downward to your pussy. Your clit was so swollen, protruding out from your core and moving against the cushion.

Pre-cum was seeping out of him, and he rubbed his thumb over his tip as he continued to jerk himself. He shuffled impatiently in his seat, gripping himself harder. The pleasure was building up deep inside of him, and it was almost too much that he needed to close his eyes. Then again, if he did, he wouldn't get to see the hypnotizing view in front of him.

You turned around, spreading your ass cheeks for him so he could see how soaked you were, as if the large wet spot on the pillow hadn't been enough. You leaned forward, your pussy stretching in plain sight as you bounced against the cotton material. Your moans of ecstasy filled the air.

"Watch me cum, JJ. 'M so close," you whined. "Don't you wanna see how creamy I'll get? Promise I'll let you taste me."

JJ snapped, getting up from his spot. He grabbed your hips forcefully, shoving his cock inside your sopping walls without warning. He let out a satisfied and content groan, finally finding home within your pussy.

Your movements halted and you gasped in shock, feeling so completely stuffed by him. "J? What the f-"

JJ helped you move back against him, slicing you right open with his thick cock as your clit continued to rub against your pillow. "Don't stop on my account. Keep going. You're gonna cum, baby. You're gonna cum on me. As many times as I want you to. Is that clear?"

concepts ; concepts (ii)

[hearts-4-vicky]

thinking abt milf!karina and giselle punishing g!p reader for cumming while they weren’t there 😩😩 they’d tie you up in a starfish position so that you can’t move at all!! they’d be ruthless and mean, saying you only think with your dick and nothing else as karina is riding your spent cock. you couldn’t even reply because giselle’s smothering you with her juicy fat cunt. they would swich potions so that you can eat your cum out of their cunts like it was ice cream. thinking abt the way they would untie your arms just so they can suffocate you with their milky tits, giselle infront of you riding your cock, her tits all in your mouth while her milk was dripping down your face and rina was behind you degrading you so much you but it was just making you shoot blanks into giselles cunt and then switching positions again until they got tired😩😩

my jaw DROPPED readin this babes omggg ur mind is just so😵‍💫

warnings: g!p reader, sub reader, sensitive reader (readers also a loser), dom idols, rina and gigi r mean , caught masturbating, mommy kink, bondage, degradation, belly bulge, creampies, overstimulation, face sitting/riding, cum eating, lactation, nipple sucking, reader cries near the end (LOSER 🫵)

(not proofread, i fell asleep writing this n i kinda changed a few things hope u dont mind😭)

with your girls on tour, you were so pent up☹️ you felt bad for breaking their only rule but you couldn’t help it! (head empty, just thinkin w ur dick😝) pulling up their drama fancams to jerk off to🥺🥺 so focused on cumming, you didnt hear the front door unlock and rushed footsteps to the bedroom😵‍💫 gigi swung the door open with jimin trailing behind her,

“baby! we missed yo- what do you think you’re doing.” your blood ran cold as the cheery tone of your girlfriend changed to something more dominant, something you missed oh so dearly😋😋 still stroking your dick, her words brought you over the edge, your cum erupting from your raging red tip (damn bitch) “A-aeri! Rina! um hi! how… how are you-guys..?” panting out a response before suddenly feeling each of your limbs being tied to your bedposts. having them back to use you for their own pleasure got you harder by the second, which was noticed by jimin “You broke our only rule slut, you know what’s gonna happen now..” watching the two goddesses in front of you undress nearly made you cum 😵‍💫 “aeri? ri-“ “ its mommy to you horny bitch.” the only thing you felt was aeri’s pussy lips grind against your mouth, coating your lips with her slick🫠 as your tongue started to slip between her folds, you feel a sudden warmth engulf your cock, nearly busting in karina once you realize it was her :( !! bouncing up and down on your dick, rina found her perfect pace😍 she felt ever twitch your cock did as her wet walls hugged your already throbbing cock 🫤“oh f-fuck! Stupid slut already gonna cum ugh, again? Barely started and you’re already fucking twitching.” whimpering at her remarks sent vibrations throughout aeris core, her fat cunt grinding faster on your tongue as her moans soon turned into squeals😵‍💫 with both girls practically suffocating you with their pussies, so of course you came faster than anticipated!!🥺 your dick shot all of your warm load straight into rinas womb🫠 “u-ugh!! shit- want mommy to get pregnant huh? MMGH! y-you dont wanna share your mommies right? you know what you have to do…” you take notice of the cum running down to your balls as karina got off your dick, giving balls a harsh slap to keep you in place. finally getting a chance to breathe as gigi and jimin moved to switch places, gigi already eager to ride your sensitive cock! “you made a big mess here baby..” “sorry mommy! didnt mean to!!” you shut up once jimin’s pretty pussy was closer to your face, she had you drooling, even more now it was freshly creampied😵‍💫

“well? Cmon” jimin has one of her hands spreading her folds to let your cum drip on your face, waiting for your next move “m-mommy.. wan a taste please :(“ (OMG IM FUCKING DYING READING THIS SHIt OVER N OVER AGAIN HELP MEE) “there you go… guess you’re not as useless as mommy thought hm?”

as soon as rina hovered her dripping cunt over your mouth, gigi started grinding on your dick, letting you feel how wet she was😵‍💫 “missed this dick so ah! fucking much! too bad you always cum t-too fast!” it took everything in your soul to prevent yourself from proving her statement true :(!!

“the fuck you waiting for stupid whore? did you dick replace your brain? taste your cum..” shoving your head into her warm, dripping cunt🫠🫠🫠 as soon as your tongue met her pussy, your cum found its way on your tongue🤫🧏 it was salty and sweet at the same time? and her juices made your cum taste even better😜 you lapped at her cunt while aeri was trying to get you to cum already, pussy aching for something to fill her up!!😍 both of their moans nearly muffled the sound of skin against skin! karina noticed how eager you were to eat her creampied pussy and the way you struggled against the ropes tying you down😵‍💫 aeris warm pussy around your cock and karinas cunt suffocating you had your head spinning, and so close to releasing the rest of your cum into aeris womb🫠 aeris moans turned into screams as your load filled her up😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 a slight bulge in her stomach appeared as she stopping riding you, squirting all over your stomach at each gush of cum in her awaiting cunt🫠 you noticed jimin hasnt cum yet, you disappointed her twice in the same night “stupid girl… you couldnt even wait for your mommies to cum before you? worthless bitch, you’re lucky your dick is so fucking good..” karina stared into your eyes as she degraded you, not failing to notice how tears started to form on your pretty eyelashes🥺🥺

time skip….

“Babygirl, you know I didnt mean any of that right? Please dont be upset with me…”

No response.

“Sweetheart…?”

Nothing.

“Rina, shes sleeping dumbass. shes been suckin on my boobs like a baby when you were having your little momen- OW! fuck she just bit me…”

“sucks to suck bitch🖕“

“shhhhh… jimmy you’re so fucking loud….”

“… sorry baby”

IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I TOOK THE FATTEST NAP IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING THIS OMG (the nap was hella good)

Also, WHEN DID THAT GP WONY FIC GET 400 LIEKS THE FUCK 😭😭😭😭

Thank you guys for everything because DAMNNNNN

OLEASE DONT SEND ANYMORE MATH WUESUTONSSSS

Stay safe and Love you lots ❤️

-Vicky 💋

[dragonnarrative-writes]

im gonna be honest, I keep rereading pt 3 and 4 of the slasher handler and fantasising about how incredibly sexy it would be if kyle acquired a handler of his own by accident or on purpose and he finally understands simon's obsession now 😵‍💫

Slasher Handler Masterlist

Kyle and Simon aren't friends, per se. They only met through Johnny, because Johnny is sloppy and impulsive and never knows how to clean up his own messes. It's offensive to Kyle's meticulous nature and, apparently, appeals to Simon's need for a pet.

Since Johnny's been serving time for the last nine months, with nine months to go (sloppy work, he's lucky Kyle was able to clean things up), Simon's gone to ground. Every now and then, news of his work pops up. Once, one of the victims had ended up at the hospital Kyle works at.

"The Ghost Killer strikes again! Ah...! Run...!" Kyle had muttered to himself, taking the unconscious young man's rapidly fading vitals. They'd found him in an abandoned building, an old hospital well outside of Simon's usual territory. Which means something has changed.

That evening, sipping a beer, he'd called Price on his burner.

"What can I do for you, Kyle?"

"Just letting you know that your dog is out of the yard. The big one, not the terrier," Kyle answers with a smile. "He left behind a bit of a mess, but there was only one little rabbit left suffering. I handled it."

Price had hummed on the other end. "I saw the news. 'S not like him. I'll check in." And then he'd hung up.

Months later, and Kyle finally has an answer when he catches Simon trailing behind a woman not once but three times. He's surprised to see her face, an old classmate and the justification for his second ever human kill. He's almost sad to know that she's been marked for death. When he hears about the Ski Lodge massacre and the Ghost copycat, he has a drink in her honor.

So it's a surprise when she reaches out to him online and asks to meet.

She's frazzled and wild-eyed when she sits in the chair across from him. She's also wearing one of Simon's beanies. And when she reveals what Simon's been up to, he can't help but laugh.

Simon - the weird, off-putting, murderous Ghost - has somehow managed to find the one person in the world who devotes herself to a project more than him. The Final Girl Girlfriend.

They're both doomed.

Kyle begins the painstaking process of reviewing his daily journals for mentions of Simon and their shared connections. It's very unlikely that Simon would be caught alive, and even more unlikely that he'd say anything about Kyle or Johnny or Price. But unlikely isn't impossible, so it's important to start getting his stories straight now.

Reviewing, flagging, and annotating his journals from his initial meeting with Johnny to now takes a month and three days. It's always an interesting process, looking at his life with the advantage of hindsight. There's always a new fascinating pattern to examine. For example, that first summer, he'd meet with Johnny every other week, and two and six days later, he'd gradually step up a patient's blood thinners.

Another pattern that's emerged is that he hasn't dated anyone for more than 35 days in the last three years. That's about as long as it takes for his exacting nature to become... a conflict. It's not much of a problem. He's a nurse, he works long hours. He's got a gym routine and volunteers at the local pet rescue once a week. He's a part of the community, so he doesn't stick out as a loner. But he's also solidly at a point in his life where someone would expect him to have a partner.

He makes an online dating profile. It takes a week for him to delete the app.

"Darlene," he greets the head nurse with a smile and her favorite coffee at the beginning of his next shift. "How are you today?"

"Kyle." As always, she barely glances at him, just holds out her hand for her drink. "You're early. What do you want?"

She's right, he's thirty minutes early. He grins. "You wound me. Can't I just want to know how a beautiful woman is doing?"

Darlene gives him a blank look over the top of her bifocals. "Save it for the maternity ward, Garrick. What do you want?"

"Just wanna know the lay of the land," he says, coming around the desk and taking the seat next to her. He likes Darlene because she only expects him to be coy for a short time. "Been on the apps, trying to date. But my hours make things difficult. You know everybody's business. How is anyone in a relationship around here?"

"The surgeons are all on meth, the rest of the doctors are on coke, and the nurses are either fucking each other or their high school sweethearts," Darlene says, dry as a desert. "You know this already. What do you actually want?"

"That's it," he says with a shrug. "Just want to know who's not seeing anyone, or if you know of someone at another campus with the time."

She takes a sip of her coffee and thinks for a moment. "Stay off the psych and plastics floors. Maternity floor's about to get a whole new batch since all of those idiots got pregnant within three months of each other. But there's something in the water up there, so unless you also want a baby, I'd say leave them alone."

"James is on the maternity floor," Kyle points out.

"James cheated on his boyfriend and his side piece with another nurse," Darlene points out, settling into her coffee and gossip. "Which is another reason to stay away from plastics, but also trauma and rads. I didn't know you were bisexual."

"Doesn't come up much," Kyle dismisses, sipping his own coffee.

By the time Kyle has to clock in, they've explored the pros and cons of almost every department. The prospects are pretty grim. Maybe being single isn't the worst thing in the world.

He makes a point of spending time with the other nurses for the next month. He goes out for drinks and karaoke, attends a couple of baby showers. Lets on to a couple of gossips that he's looking, tells another that he's not sure he has time to date. Enjoys the conclusion of a project when a racist old bastard finally has the heart attack he can't bounce back from.

And then the nurse coroner flags the death for investigation.

Kyle doesn't panic because technically all deaths in the hospital are investigated. But he is intrigued. His own notes show that the patient's condition was well within the expected parameters of recovery and relapse. His medications were administered appropriately while Kyle was on shift, and the hydrogen peroxide added to his IV would have been nigh undetectable.

In the end, the hospital is not determined to be at fault for the death, and that's all that administration cares about. But the cause of death is changed from heart attack to embolism in the record, and that is intriguing.

"Knock knock," Kyle says, poking his head into the office area of the morgue. He expects to see Dennis, the older gentleman running the morgue unit, who waves back at him. He doesn't expect the new face, sitting across the desk from him.

"Good morning, Kyle," Dennis greets, waving him in. "Been a bit since you've come to see us. Care for some tea?"

"Can't," Kyle says, apologetically. "Just dropping someone off."

"Well, at least let me introduce our new nurse!"

The new nurse gives him a no-nonsense handshake and a nod. They don't say much beyond their name, and Kyle is pleased to put a face to the name on the investigation into his last project. He wasn't exaggerating when he said he couldn't stay long, so he says his goodbyes.

But when his next completed project is flagged for investigation again, he decides that maybe it's time to take an interest.

[wormswurld]

rewatched saltburn for the 5th time today so here are my rewatch thoughts! 🌟

- opening shot ollie is smoking a cigarette meaning that after all these years of felix being dead he still holds onto the habit felix bestowed upon him: smoking. (there will always be traces of felix catton throughout ollie’s life…)

- ollie saying how exhausted felix was cuz of how often he was chased and adored by ppl is literally just him projecting & being annoyed that felix wasn’t his from the beginning

- “but was i “in love” with him?” yes. yes you were. yes you are. yes.

- ollie looking like such a fucking nerd when arriving at oxford. like boy if you don’t take THAT DAMN SCARF OFF i swear to god

- ollie looks so good with glasses ughhhhhhh

- the way ollie says “meryside” 🤤

- i will never get over farleigh’s voice like it’s so perfect

- as much as i hate michael gavey i will always quote his “NFI me and you…not fucking invited” line

- ollie is rizzing the shit out of felix with his blue eyes during the bike scene and i’ll always respect him for that

- the way farleigh says “jägerbombs!” is so satisfying

- i love ollie’s slutty little chain he wears

- felix amica. felix amica. felix amica. felix amica. felix amica. felix amica.

- ollie & felix look so happy dancing together 😭

- felix having his hand on ollie’s thigh as he does eenie meanie makes my brain short circuit

- “was it awful?” my god felix really is like elspeth

- this modern love playing as ollie finds felix at the pub surrounded by all his friends and the lyrics that play are “what are you holding out for? what’s always in the way?” UGH.

- felix being the first person ollie sees when he comes out of the exams 😭😭😭

- felix could have so kissed ollie during the bridge confession scene

- duncan scaring the shit out of ollie when he first arrives at saltburn makes me laugh so much i love him

- the way the sunlight accentuates felix’s torso through his linen shirt makes my head spin

- felix definitely made ollie & him share a bathroom on purpose

- “darling you’re kind about everyone” NO HE IS NOT. FELIX IS NOT KIND.

- pamela’s jewelry is to die for

- “so i hope you didn’t pack anything scandalous” DO YOU WANT HIM TO FELIX?????

- ollie giving venetia his blanket under the guise of “oh you must be cold here’s this” is so funny because i know he did that on purpose due to him knowing how venetia feels about him

- i love how emerald made ollie having a big dick canon lmao

- all of them watching the ring is so cute

- ollie sleeping as him and felix lounge by the pool together 😭

- ollie eye fucking felix as he sucks on an ice pop is so real

- LOOOVE farleigh’s “dump him” shirt

- felix giggling as he has ollie on his knees drinking wine is so cute

- the way ollie inhales shakily as he watches felix get off is so 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

- i absolutely love how eager ollie is when he licks felix’s cum from the drain like ohhhhhhhhhh…..

- also ollie softly moaning as he does it my god sedate me

- i will never get over how ollie practically puts his whole fist in venetia’s mouth + smears the blood all over her mouth and chest

- farleigh playing fuck, chuck, or marry with the kings is literally just an opportunity for him to tell oliver he would fuck him + to also read ollie as an insecure parasite that only lives for getting what he wants & obviously ollie picks up on it

- ollie crying after felix scolds him about lying is so sad my god that boy was heartbroken

- farleigh telling ollie “try harder next time baby” is so hot FUCK

- the transition from ollie blowing out his candles to the song lonliness is probably one of the best transitions in media ever

- “i just need you to understand how much i fucking love you” MY HEART IS BREAKING.

- felix would so have kissed ollie in the maze if he wasn’t shoved away

- elspeth’s sob when she finds felix dead is one of the most earth shattering things i’ve ever heard especially accompanied with the swell of the orchestra it is absolutely gut wrenching

- the grave scene is so beautifully shot it makes me cry poor ollie just wanted to be close to his felix one more time

- seeing ollie dance naked around the house is just so freeing and !!!!!!

thats all my silly little commentary, thank you for reading my word vomit 🤗

[thedeadthree]

-`. i need to be more unhinged about her so here is yana in this picrew. 🥀🌸<3💀

[jwanniie]

what would gp hanni like more to hear from reader

Whimper or Moan??? 😓

Honestly she absolutely loves both….but your moans just do something for her like the sweet high pitched sound leaving your vocal cords just makes her feel something and leaves her cock uncontrollably twitching inside you😮‍💨 or sometimes you hurt yourself a little and then you let this small “ah” she knows that it’s weird to get turned on by that but she can’t help herself. Her cock pumping blood and it starts slowly rising, her cheeks flushing a deep red shade. While running to check on you.😌

Also when she fucks you she loves the small whimpers you let out followed by a moan, she drools over that. Encouraging her to go faster and harder, only for you to let out those sounds again. It just tells her that she is fucking you right and how you deserve to be fucked.😵‍💫😩

[faith369]

Ahhh I saw your recent post, so if you don’t mind can I suggest Simon loving the idea of reader getting new ink on her, but also gets turned on bc of it bc he thinks it’s hot 😵‍💫 I’ve been having brain rot of this ever since I got a new tattoo

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader

Warnings: mdni, p in v, brainrot

Simon stared at your back in awe the intricate tattoo that wound its way down your spine pulling him into a spell. When you had told him about having gotten a new one while he was on deployment earlier, he couldn't have imagined this. His finger trips grazed over the fine lines, a rush of blood went to the southern region of his body.

"Like it Si?"

"Love it sweetheart" he pressed himself into you, the feeling of his hard cock digging into your lower back ,made you suck in your breath.

"Actually think I should show you just how much i like it"

He splayed out his hand on your shoulder blades to press you down on the bed. Heat spread through your body as you heard the familiar sound of Ghost unbuckling his belt. You could hear him shift before there was a wet tongue tracing the ink on your back. A high pitched mewl left your mouth at the sensation of Simon dragging his Cock through your slick heat, before finally pushing in and stretching your tight nudging that one spot deep inside you that made your heade spin. He didn't move you whines disturbed by his strained voice.

"Infact I think I should reward you for getting something that pretty"