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[deadclawws]

“how sweet your face looks gently encircled by the soft moonlight.”

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ hi , im lia ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ here’s a little bit about me.

౨ৎ she / it , enfp , autistic ☆ i really like hugh jackman ˊᗜˋ ◞ mainly just random spam posting 🍮

(,,>﹏<,,) interests . . . hugh jackman , marvel (x-men, comics) , prisoners , les misérables , splatoon , the boys , dungeon meshi , omori .

໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა i kin : leopold mountbatten, kel (omori), deadpool, morph, p.t. barnum, frye onaga , stanley jobson , laios touden

🦴 — i make moodboards/stimboards related to my interests ! reqs are open, but i might not make them if i don’t know the media >_< ☆

꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱ some more about me on my carrd . . . https://howlettz.carrd.co/

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[sseulr1n]

:¨ ·.· ¨: 𓈒⠀ Asleep (2008 Remaster) 𓏸ㅤ۪ ︶ྀི

`· . 𓈒 @huachei ᭢༘۠

[glossykissies]

thinking about frank castle who puts his hand over your mouth when he’s fucking you, but not to be mean. not really, anyway.

your faces are all close, he’s got his cock deep inside, you can practically feel him in your guts. all you can do is whimper like a wounded puppy, brows furrowed and eyes staring pleadingly into his. originally, he placed the hand over your mouth because you wouldn’t stop begging and babbling.

“hey s’not what we’re doin’ here alright — now i told you i was gonna make you feel good, am i doin’ that?” he prompts you to nod with his eyes and you do, forever obedient. “yeah, i am. so you’re not gonna beg, you’re not gonna talk — you’re gonna lay there and take this dick like a good girl. yeah?” it seems to be a question again and you sob into his hand, nodding. “okay baby. know it’s hard. takin’ it nice n’deep like i fuckin’ taught you.”

he ups his pace, and now with your mouth covered you can hear the wet sounds your cunt makes as he drags in and out. “yeah— you hear that? hm? you remember that sound. you remember who gets that pretty pussy so wet.”

[lvioung]

　#⃞⠀⠀⠀⎯⎯⎯ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ♥︎　Catching　flights,　not　feelings 　　　　　I'm　not　tryna　hurt　myself　　💧

　　、⠀⠀　 ܢ 　　　♡　　　。　　 Tryna 　 burn　 myself

[princessbrunette]

⊹ ᜊ(ᜊ ´ ˘)੭ ♡ … DON’T SMILE ♡

track twelve of the short n’sweet series. pairing: toxicex!johnb x reader. based loosely on the song don’t smile by sabrina carpenter. this is the final drabble of the series! i hope you enjoyed reading as much as i did writing! ໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა

there you were again. lying next to your ex boyfriend john booker routledge in the nude, having succumbed once more to seeing him. you said it was the last time. this had to be the last time.

you’d practically dragged him through his house to the chateau when you’d arrived, only having dropped him a warning text of ‘i’m coming over’ ten minutes prior. you didn’t care to alert him any sooner, john b had no life outside of tormenting you and treasure hunting — what the fuck else would he be doing?

“have you been with anyone but me since we broke up?” you gasp between kisses as he had unhooked your bra.

“psh, yes.” he’d shrugged, pulling away to not only avoid eye contact but to focus on that fidgety hook that just wouldn’t unclasp.

“no you haven’t.”

“no, i have not.” he admits, a little too gleefully with a grin as he closes back in to kiss you once more.

that moment swirls around in your head as you lay on his bicep, still able to feel his release leaking from you. thank god for birth control, or else you’d have been knocked up by now.

john b watches the ceiling fan continue to spin overhead, barely blinking as he thinks of what to say. you break the silence first, rolling over to loom down on him.

“if you ever stop loving me i’ll kill you.”

“noted…” he presses his lips together in a awkward yet polite smile like he truly believed you might. “does that mean we’re… back togeth—”

“nope.”

you flop back down, this time on his chest — making yourself comfy. you knew you’d have to move in a minute, clean up and see yourself out, but you could enjoy this while it lasts. you didn’t need him… not really, not… all the time. you were sure you could find someone to do the job just as well, make you cry just as hard — but for now he’d have to do. you’d gone too long without begging him to be a boyfriend, why throw away all that pride now?

[i-mmaculatus]

　　　　甘い。ㅤTake me internally,ㅤ♥︎

　　͏♫⠀⡾⠀Forever Yours　〜ﾠNocturnal Me

[kodaswrld]

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[sleepy-harper]

You're just a (little) girl

⤷dynamic: little!helena harper & caregiver!leon kennedy

⤹summary: Helena isn't feeling very well after a mission, the one bed and Leon's irritated demeanor wasn't helping much.

⤷content: bathing , cuddling , sleeping together , sharing a bed , leon is a bit rough (he doesn't know she's little) , crying & comfort , minor injuries & patching them up , leon's first time taking care of helena & finding out she regresses

⤹word count: 4.3k

⤷authors note: goshhhh this is self-indulgent... they make my brain SPIN I love them so bad.... leon would suck at picking up on regression at first I think but he'd b sooooo gentle when it finally clicks or when he gets the cg instincts I'm weeping

[gallaghersgal]

DAY SEVEN -> roleplay, lip gallagher

TAGS & WARNINGS -> NSFW 18+. roleplay, ghostface mask, knife kink, rough sex, light slapping, dom/sub dynamics. all actions are prediscussed and consensual.

WC → 566

“y’remember the safewords, dontcha?” lip mutters, two fingers curling inside you as he does. the mask lays discarded next to you for a moment so he can kiss you, his lips trailing sloppily over your jaw before sealing against your own. 

you nod, “red if i need you to stop, yellow if i need a minute.”

“right, good girl. an’ green means y’re all good,” he mutters. there’s one final kiss on your lips before he pulls the mask on and pushes you to your knees. 

there’s a large, shiny knife on the bedside table which he takes in his hand. butterflies erupt in your stomach when the cold metal presses against your throat, but you wait for instruction obediently. “please sir,” you whine, “take whatever you want from me. i’ll be good for you, i promise.”

he scoffs, pressing the blade harder against your throat. “ye’h? little whore f’me?” he removes pressure on the knife for a second, slapping you across the face. “take my dick out.”

not a question, a demand. 

you waste no time doing as he says. eager fingers tug his sweatpants past his hips, revealing his half hard cock. his large hand cups your jaw. “now spit on it. wan’ it messy, baby girl.”

again, you do as he says. you loll out your tongue to lick him from base to tip, releasing your gathered spit at the top. he watches in awe as your saliva drips down his length. nervous hands grip the meat of his thighs as you sink your lips down. you take him in one go, it’s hard but you manage it. breathing through your nose helps. 

when your lips stretch around the base of his cock and your nose brushes the wiry curls there, lip wraps a strong arm around your head. he keeps you on his dick, fucking your throat in shallow thrusts.

lewd, pathetic noises emanate from you as he fucks your mouth. the knife blade traces your cheek and he stills, holding himself as deep in your throat as he can. “good job baby,” he coos, pilling your head off him. “c’mon, up.”

your stomach turns with butterflies when he quickly shoves you down, thrusting inside before you even have the chance to adjust. 

your face contorts, back arching off the bed while a strangled cry tears from your throat. “o-oh, fuck,” is all you can manage, words failing you as his pace increases. 

“ye’h? y’like that?” lip growls, fingers curling around your throat. he’s really getting into character, fucking you at a brutal pace that leaves you speechless. “what’chu gonna do ‘f i put a knife t’your neck, pretty little thing? huh? you’d like that, wouldn’t ya. filthy fuckin’ whore.”

all you can do is whimper as the headboard knocks repeatedly against the wall. he’s in your space, and you watch as he uses the hand previously on your throat to lift the edge of the mask. his teeth sink softly into your jaw. 

you’re so distracted you barely notice him bringing the knife back to your throat. he pulls the mask back down but you catch the smirk on his lips before the cold metal presses to your throat. the action comes in tandem with his tip brushing your cervix, drawing a shaky gasp from your lips. 

“yeahhh, atta girl. just keep takin’ it.”

© gallaghersgal, 2024. masterlist. inbox.

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[sseulr1n]

:¨ ·.· ¨: 𓈒⠀⠀ don't Dress to Impress 𓏸ㅤ۪ ︶ྀི

`· . 𓈒 @bitchey ᭢༘۠

[glossykissies]

thinking about what reader i’d pair with soldier boy and it only feels right he gets handed spoiledbrat!reader. bratty, high maintenance, pouty. soldier boy might’ve been a god-like supe with damn near all the power in the world, but at the end of the day he was also a man… and you were packaged to him like a god damn fantasy.

it was so conflicting to him, you were simultaneously everything that got him off in a woman all while challenging his beliefs. feminine, soft, supple, pink and glittering — sure, but also you had the craziest attitude, you swore like a sailor and you were demanding. it made his fists clench, and dick swell.

the first time he’d been introduced to you with the boys, having found yourself wrapped up in their world — you were the only one in the room who he detected not an ounce of fear from. you. the little thing in the corner leaning on her hip, more interested in her nail bed than the banished supe.

immediately, and much to butchers irritation (he was pushed for time, and trying to stay on track here.) soldier boy focused his attention on you, taking a draw of his cigar from the couch in the hide-out apartment.

“and who’s this pretty little poodle? you fellas let a fan tag along?” his voice is smooth and rumbly like wheels on gravel and you raise a perfectly plucked brow.

“please.”

he hums out a chuckle, not hiding the way his eyes drag up and down your body. he was used to just taking what he wanted, his time being one of those things.

“so if we could just—” hughie steps forward cautiously, attempting to regain the supes attention to get things back on track but is immediately silenced by soldiers boy lifting a hand, eyes still on you.

“no really. what’s the deal with strip-club-barbie? i have met all of you cock suckers but she’s new. if she’s not a welcome gift, what the fuck is she doing in here listening in?”

“shes one of us.” butcher gruffs, shuffling in his chair, antsy to start explaining his diabolical plans.

“yeah? what’s her thing? you fellas passin’ her around in whatever fuck-dungeon you hole up in?” he teases, and before anyone can say anything — you’re defending yourself.

“jesus christ, get with the fucking times, old man.”

soldier boy smirks, and a tense silence falls over the room — half expecting to watch you get thrown through the thin walls of the apartment at record breaking speed. surprisingly, after he’d taken an amused and analytical gaze your way — he leisurely turned his attention back to butcher. “alright, out with this plan. don’t have all day.” he drawls, taking another drag. you roll your eyes at the fact he literally has nothing else to do, and you’re sure he notices.

most of your interactions went that way after that. soldier boy would make some kind of demeaning or misogynistic comment, you’d snap back, he’d either be amused or weakly threaten you. it was like clock work, but seem to put everyone on edge every single time.

there were many times the boys thought you were done for, hurling names and insults at him when he’d caused them more harm than good — only to have him stroll right past you, uninterested in your girly tantrum and not even struggling to totally ignore you. sometimes you would irritate him, only to get a “brats like you need to be put in their place. i’m warning you.” and maybe he’d smirk because he could just sense your little clit twitching.

there was even a time all of you had to pile into one car, getting away quickly after a mission gone south. you were the last in, and there were no seats left for you.

“just fuckin’ get in would ya?” billy commanded loudly, trying to keep an eye on the oncoming commotion. soldier boy smirks, completely suited up, damn near taking up two seats in the backseat and pats his thigh, spreading his legs.

“i am not sitting on him. someone get in the trunk.” you argue, crossing your arms all spoilt.

“just grab her!” hughie exasperates from the passenger seat, used to your ways. without hesitation, soldier boy yanks you into the car with ungodly strength, pulling the door shut as they drive off. you wriggle and fight until he’s got you situated — the mountain of a bulge pressed up against your panties beneath your skirt, legs spread a little on his lap.

you give him a sulky look over your shoulder, and despite the chaos in the front of the car — he’s utterly relaxed and unbothered by everything that just unfolded. in fact, he leans back with that same smirk — adjusting his hips, nudging the fat lips of your pussy open through your panties with his bulge. he watches your eyes nearly roll back like a baby-doll.

you turn back to the front, irritated and overstimulated, breathing all heavy and mad. never in all his years has he seen a woman fight against her urges like you were. he puts his hands on your hips and you dig your nails into his skin, sustaining no damage. you scratch harder, tearing and attacking him like a baby kitten and he gazes happily out the window, unmoved.

you try to chime into the conversation up front, try to stay tuned — but everytime butcher carelessly flies over a speed bump you’re being practically forcefully dry fucked by the supe. you’re sure he could even feel you leaving a wet patch — and surprisingly, when you all pile out the vehicle solider boy doesn’t bring it up. the gratification of flustering you enough to keep him happy.

the breaking point comes when you’re appointed to ‘babysit’ him back at the hiding apartment. literally no one else is free, but they need someone there to make sure he’s where he needs to be. there’s nothing you could do to stop him from leaving, but whilst he agreed to stay there — you were sticking around to make sure he keeps his word, strictly told to alert one of the boys if he exits.

“look, i’m sorry. i would take your place but i have to help annie.” hughie stresses apologetically as they walk you up to the building.

“i’ll be fine.” you roll your eyes, more irritated that you were missing your nail appointment for this shit.

“and keep that mouth in check, yeah? i don’t fancy scraping your intestines off the walls so keep a lid on it today.” butcher warns, sending you a look before you run off.

when you walk in, he’s chowing down on a burger. so american.

“well if it isn’t my favourite.” he drawls, more interested in the TV.

“whatever. i’m here to babysit you.” you sark, setting down your purse and rifling through it for your phone charger, spotting the pink wire tangled at the bottom of your bag.

“babysittin’ huh? you certainly had the sitting part down last time i saw you. maybe today we can work on the baby part.” he chuckles at his own joke, bringing the mouth of his beer bottle to his lips.

“shutup. you know i had no choice.” you don’t know why you get so defensive, strutting over to block his view of the television — staring down at the hulk of the man resting with his feet up.

“that why i could feel your little pussy throbbing? beggin’ me to help her out? christ, maybe if you got some dick you’d quit bitching all the time.”

maybe he was right.

it’s how you end up blubbering on your back with the backs of your knees in his huge hands.

“shit, maybe i’ve been missin’ a trick with this young pussy stuff. fuckin’ perfect.” his heavy cock brushes your folds as he stretches your legs up into a humiliating pose, not caring for your sniffles and angry pouts. he pushes your knees up higher with an intrigued smirk. “you’re flexible, huh? what, were you a cheerleader in high school or something?”

“are you gonna fuck me or what?” you whine, so needy and petulant that it makes him smile.

“you modern girls. no patience.” he slaps his cock on your folds and you flinch. “relax. only polite to knock before i enter, right?”