#im just a girl and yet. so so tortured. and for what?

[ivory-two]

Happy pride month fkr this pride month i am kissing woman! Not really but siiiigh. A girl can dream cant sheeee

[sallymew4]

when people say they hate any of the mob psycho girls i get sad because thats like. half of the female cast. thats just way too much percentage of girl hate

[moldy-flowers]

The interesting experience of being pro Sasuke, anti konoha, pro tobirama, anti Naruto ending, pro Sasusaku, anti Itachi, pro Sakura, anti SasuNaru, pro Tobirama×Izuna, anti Madara, pro karin, anti Orochimaru, pro Uchiha and anti Hashirama. And also as much as I hate the guy danzo was kind of hot when he was younger...

[ace-with--a-mace]

LIN MANUEL MIRANDA IS A RECURRING CHARACTER ON HOUSE MD???

[johnmalevolent]

i watched tate no yuusha back in 2019 when it still aired and i remember not liking the fact raphtalia turned into a grown woman in a short time. so the other day i was like hm years have passed and maybe my sense of judgment has changed and maybe i'll get the point of raphtalia's development better. but no. i hate it more now

[kavehayati]

Even logging in here makes me feel sick whatttt

[meowpupp]

Hi , im here with a thought, i can just imagine puppy reader crying to price about what kyle did and how she was just curious and she didnt really wanna disobey and to please not get rid of her and stuff like that , so kyles punishment is eating the reader out just exactly as price wants , price i feel like is more aggressive and less forgiving towards kyle compared to reader , i feel like price has that "nothing is your fault ♡" attitude for his sweet pup

pt1

owner!price x chubby!puppgirl x pup!kyle

tw//: p in v, oral (fem reciving), hybrid receiving, collars, rough sex, slight mention of overstim, fem reader, collars, probably my most filthy smut yet

prices heart breaks as you cry into his chest, clinging onto him tightly. in all his time with you, hes never seen you so distraught. your body is almost shaking, tail low and ears pulled back as you sob and babble. he just holds you tight, rubbing a big hand firmly up and down your back. “Shhh, s’okay pup. Talk t’me when youre ready, okay?” 

It takes almost ten minutes, tears still spilling down your face as you pull back to look up to him. “please, m sorry captain. i didnt mean t’break the rules,” your words are interrupted by uncontrollable hiccups and stutters, hands gripping his shirt tightly, “please sir, please don get rid of me. i promise ill be good!! wont ever break the rules again, please!!!” you break down into a fit of sobs again, whimpering into his chest as he holds you tight.

He easily lifts you up, your body melting into his as he sits you ontop him. you now straddle his lap, burying your face into his neck. its almost sweet, how youre so desperate for his comfort despite your expectation of rejection. price just holds you tight, hands firm and secure on your body, breath steady and soothing. once you calm, he slowly pulls the story out of you. every little detail. 

he tries to hide the way his face darkens as you speak, his eyes narrowing as you explain what kyle had done. once youre done, he sighs, hands still rubbing circles on your back. he glances over your shoulder, eyes lingering on the garage door. 

“stay here, okay? Be a good girl f’me and strip. kyles gonna say sorry for bein so mean.” with a kiss on your forehead, he lays you down on the couch, leaving you to follow his instructions. 

within ten minutes he returns, not even glancing at you as he enters. his eyes are trained on kyle, watching him closely. a leash is clipped to his sprenger collar. a new addition. 

he forces the other pup to kneel at your feet, hands forceful and grip rough. kyle is huge, broad-shouldered and muscular, looming over you between your spread legs, his eyes trained on your pretty cunt. you can almost see him drool, licking his teeth as he looks over your exposed body as if wanting nothing more than to grip onto plush waist and bury himself 9 inches deep. 

youre snapped back into reality as price tugs harshly on kyles leash, making the collar dig into his neck. “Speak, mutt.” the tone of his voice almost makes you curl into yourself. he sounds vicious, angrier than youve ever seen him. 

kyle eyes meet yours for the first time, “im… sorry.” he mumbles half-assed. you can tell hes itching for your soft body. its almost torture having you spread out for him, yet denied the permission to touch. 

price almost growls as he tugs the leash harder, causing kyles eyes to widen for a moment. “fuck, im sorry, i swear.”

price lets out a huff, pushing kyles head down, making him come face to face with your pretty cunt. “Show her, mutt. Apologise properly.”

its almost instant the way kyle buries his head in you. his hands wrap around your thighs, pulling you flush to his face. his nose bumping your clit as drinks in your slick. its perverted, the wet noises that fill the room, the way he groans as ruts into the couch as he devours you. 

price doesnt allow him an inch of space, denying him reprieve from your drooling cunt. his voice cuts through the mix of moans, directing kyle exactly what to do. telling him how fast, how slow, whether to suck your clit or thrust his tongue. hes almost cruel, tugging kyles collar harshly each time he doesnt listen, leaving angry red marks around his neck. 

but to you? well, how could he ever be mean to his sweet girl? a calloused hand cups your cheek, his low, growly voice talking you through your nth orgasm. he kisses your forehead, letting you hold his free hand tightly as your legs shake and your hips buck, your voice filling the room as you cry out. 

its only once kyles face is completely covered in your slick that he lets the pup pull away. hes panting, cock straining against his pants as he aches for release. kyles eyes meet prices, desperate and needy. “Captain, please, fuck,” his hands twitch as they hold your thighs, resisting the urge to pull your twitching cunt closer, “let me fuck her, ill make her feel so fucking good, have her screaming for you-” 

hes cut off, eyes wide as price harshly grips his jaw. “When are you gonna learn?” price reaches down, palming kyles growing tent, making the pup whine, “shes not yours to fuck.” he lets go, pushing kyle to the ground, denied and throbbing. 

price makes him watch as he gently picks you up, pulling you once again into his lap. your back presses to his chest, legs hooked around his knees, forced to spread. Price is quick to unbutton his pants, sinking you down on his fat dick. you can feel his hot breath tickle your neck as he laughs, finding amusement in the way your back bows as he forces himself deep inside you. 

his hands trail up the curve of your waist, coming up to cup your tits. he squeezes the fat, grinning as it bulges between the gaps of his fingers. you can both hear kyles whines, eyes trained on you as price starts to toy with your nipples for a moment. “moan for me pretty girl, let him hear how good i stretch out your tight fuckin cunt, how your pretty body belongs t’me.” his beard tickles you as his lips brush your neck, “bounce f’me pup, show kyle what hes missing out on.”

the roll of your hips is hypnotising, kyles eyes wide as he drinks in the sight. your tits slightly jiggle each time you come down, your thighs spread wide as price shows off your swollen cunt. “see that kyle? how she takes me?” price reaches out, gripping kyles arm and pulling. he lands with his cheek pressed against the soft pudge of your tummy, able to feel as price fills you with each thrust, “feel that?” price fucks up harder into you, making your body jolt as you squeak, “thats only for good fuckin pups.” 

he pushes kyle away again, leaving him to fall onto the floor, cock throbbing and aching as he watches your pretty cunt get ruined by your rightful owner <3

[purpleph4se]

devotion

armand x reader

warnings | smut, afab!reader, dom armand, fingering, praise, possessiveness, one mention of cheating sorta kinda? (we all know louis and armand’s relationship i mean would u call it cheating if it was open idfk)

a/n | 70s armand save me, save me 70s armand. so i finished iwtv in the span of one week and i can say i forgive armand for all his crimes, he’s just a girl <3 there is such a devastating lack of fics for my botticelli angel im here to mend that !!! i know i made that little post a while ago and i finally finished the fic i hope yall enjoy <3 crossposted on my ao3

part 2 here <3

“show me,”

his voice was a purr loud enough just for you to hear. you sat between his legs, chest pressed against the handsome stranger you met at the bar who managed to lure you into his home. “please yourself for me..” he usually doesn’t play with his food but the sight of your lips hung open, and the sound of your moans, he couldn’t help himself.

mesmerized by his voice, you trail your hand over your clothed sex finding the fabric had been soaked through. you shift to slip them off, a twinge of embarrassment making your face burn. you forced your legs apart, your head lolling back onto armand’s shoulder as your hand glided through your slick cunt.

“just like that, my love, make yourself feel good for me,” he whispered as he traced the curves of your body, stopping right at the dip of your hips. his grip on you was firm, as his lips left warm kisses on your neck. his touch was so precise yet so desperate to feel as much as possible of you.

“pl-please, touch me” you begged between whimpers, your legs were trembling as you could feel pleasure starting to bubble up uncontrollably. it was so overwhelming to feel like he was devouring you with his eyes, and touch. his praises were like fire flowing throughout your body as he consumed every cell of your body.

he hummed at your words, the utter desperation that he could feel seeping out of you made him want to fuck you without restraint, but he denied himself just to torture you.

“just my fingers, nothing more..” armand offered, he felt you tremble in anticipation forcing his hard cock against your lower back. you craved to feel him inside you, and he knew. 

armands breath tickles your ear as he slides two of his fingers over your slit. you squirm a bit as he ghosts just over your clit, his voice mumbling something about you being dripping for him. 

“thank y-you,” whispered again as his fingers slowly traced your skin, until they reached your folds. you were pushed closer to him, so he could effortlessly reach your sopping cunt as he kissed the dip of your shoulder. he could devour you if he chose.

his skin was cold to touch as you laid against him. “so breathtaking” he murmured as his elegant fingers barely touched your clit, your hips buckled to meet him “so sensitive,”

when he finally dipped his finger in you, that’s when his facade cracked. the way your warmth enveloped his finger, swallowing it hungrily and clenching around it, made his breath hitch. if armand concentrated enough he could picture what you would feel around his cock.

your small whine of 'more' causes him to smile against the nape of your neck as he inserts a second finger. he drags them in and out of you, slowly and gently before increasing the power behind them.

his other hand kneaded your chest, he wanted to worship every inch of you. you, kind stranger, distracted him from the boredom that was his life, his partner once again enjoying a young vulnerable boy.

you gasp grabbing onto his forearm feeling your body bounce a little as he did so, he pulled his head back to look down at you— his golden eyes dilating in either love or something sinister, you couldn't tell. "that’s it beloved, taking me so well”, his fingers curling up to search for that particular spot you liked “like you were made for me..” you whined in agreement before letting out a sharp moan, there he thought, abusing that certain spot.

armand pumped his fingers into you relentlessly as his thumb rubbed circles on your clit. for just moment he didn’t care about anything but the way you begged him for more, the way you would tremble in his arms as he added another finger, the way you desperately chased your orgasm. he could feel the desire rushing through your veins.

your hands dragged up his body until the settled hooked behind his head, pulling him closer as you felt a third finger gently split you open. your back arched, your chest hitting his as you felt that coil, that certain feeling in your stomach rise, ready to break.

"'m gonna cum— don't, don't stop, please please." you babbled, to which he listened, telling you to cum that he was right here for you. he pressed his lips against your jaw, the sweet kisses and soft worship a distinct contrast from his onslaught on your poor cunt. and then you heard him, like he was inside your head  “cum for me”, armand invited you to let go of everything, to allow the ecstasy to eat you alive, and you did. ‘cumming', you repeated— his name being slurred as you called out to him, eyes shut tightly.

you were hit by everything all at once, your senses blurred as you could barely control your body. armand’s name was the only thing you whine out through the overwhelming pleasure that took over you. he burned the sight into his brain, warm juices coated his hand as he slowed his movements, still overstimulating you just a bit.

you slumped against his chest, your blissed out state warming his abnormally cold one, he didn’t let go of you. you were out of breath, you stayed like that for a moment before he glanced at his fingers.

your pleasure dripped all over his pads, down to his palm, and he couldn’t help but take a taste of you. he took his time savoring each finger like it was ambrosia.

"messy little thing..let me clean you up."

[purplecoffee13]

Size kink! “Just the tip”, “do you think you can handle it” or a slight mocking tone from Harry. Anything around those lines?

AAAHHHH IM SCREAMING!!!! I LOVE SIZE KINK!!!!!!!!!

Here ya go🤭

Wc: 1.5k

Warnings: SMUT, size kink, degradation, daddy kink

“C’mon! Please!” She whined, a couple of tears rolling down your face as she nudged your hips forward, hoping to come in contact with the one thing she’d been craving for the past fifty minutes.

When Harry said Y/N was ‘fucked’ on the way to the car after she had been a tease all night, she didn’t think he was being this serious.

They had been dating for a couple of months now, the two, and everything was still exciting. Including things in the bedroom. Harry was a kinky guy, and while Y/N had experimented here and there, she had never done as much as she had with Harry. Being a dom, Harry took pride in that; knowing he was the only one to have done such dirty, unspeakable things to his girl.

Experimenting and orienting with Harry had also led Y/N to the discovery of how skilled her boyfriend truly was. He noticed her kinks faster than she did, and would throw her for a loop every time he played into a new one.

She liked to be degraded, humiliated—to a certain extent—and treated like a ragdoll. Harry took all of this in consideration when he dragged her to the bedroom tonight and began torturing her.

First, he had tied her up to the headboard so she couldn’t move her arms. Then, he had taken off her pants, ripped her panties and shoved them in her mouth. He proceeded by clamping his mouth against her nipple and working from one to the other, until finally kissing his way down to her heat.

He’d began fingering her, keeping her edge until she felt like she was going to explode, and then pulled away, entirely. Y/N had cried out desperately, words muffled by the panties still stuffed in her mouth. Eventually, he removed them, and went back to work on her clit, with his tongue this time.

Y/N was trembling, her orgasm ready to explode in her lower belly. Harry had been eating her out for the past fifteen minutes and she’d fought herself from coming the moment he’d put his lips on her clit. But right as she was about to come, Harry pulled away, again.

“What is it, pet?” He asked, feigning innocence while his mouth was pulled into a devious smirk.

“Stop teasing me.” She huffed as she lifted her hips again, tugging on her restrained arms. Harry looked down at her, his head tilted slightly as he tutted her, his fingers tracing over her jaw.

“Teasing you? I was just getting you ready. Getting you nice and wet for my cock.” He purred, his thumb rubbing a few circles on her clit. A pained moan left Y/N’s mouth, sounding more like a cry than anything else. “You know why I do that, don’t you?”

“Please, I’m ready!”

Y/N shot upwards as she felt the sting of the slap against her clit. Her jaw went slack and she threw her head back, a pathetic whine leaving her lips.

“I asked you a question.” Harry growled. “You better fucking listen when I’m talking to you.”

She softly fluttered her eyes open, finding her boyfriend staring at her with his brows knitted and a tense jaw. She hated displeasing him, but he looked so fucking hot when he was frustrated.

“M’sorry daddy.” You answered, like you had been taught by Harry. “You get me nice and wet so it’s easier to slide into me.”

A hint of smirk painted Harry’s face as he nodded at your answer.

“That’s right.” He hummed. “If I don’t get you soaking for me I won’t be able to sink my cock in that little pussy of yours. You’re so tight, never know whether it will fit.”

She looked up at him. The tall frame of a man who was on his knees towering over her as she lay there helpless, just waiting for him to fuck her into oblivion. Her gaze fell to his cock, so close to her entrance and yet so far away. If he could just… put it in.

“Please, daddy, I promise it’ll fit. I’m so wet for you.” She begged, biting her lip in desperation. Harry shook his head.

“I don’t know, pet… don’t think it’s enough. Don’t want to hurt you.” He was dragging this on for way too long but he loved how she’d get all whiny for him, rambling on and on about how badly she wanted it. It made him feel so wanted and it only increased the urge to try and split her in two with his lengthy cock.

“No, please! I can handle it, I promise!” She was crying again. She’d always get like this when it took a bit too long, but Harry loved bringing out this side of her. It did something to him, watching her go a bit crazy for him.

“You think you can handle it?” He gave her that sliver of hope, and she took it with all she had, nodding furiously.

“Yes! Yes! Please, just— put it in. Even if it’s just the tip. I want to be full of you.” She pleaded, knowing she was getting her way when the bed shifted a bit and Harry leaned his hips forward.

“Alright… just the tip.”

He did as promised, entering her pussy with solely the tip of his cock. Y/N still sighed with relief. Even if it wasn’t all the way, she loved it. She loved having him inside her, no matter how much she was allowed to get. It’s why her whine was extra loud when he pulled out of her again.

Her complaint was muffled with a moan when Harry dragged his tip up and down her overly sensitive clit. Y/N’s legs began to shake, this was so much for someone who’d been edged for the past hour.

“Ah, daddy! F— fuck…” she babbled as he kept stimulating her clit with the tip of his cock. He sank into her again, the tiniest bit further this time, and Y/N felt like she was going insane.

“O—oh… I think I’m—”

“What? Think you’re gonna come? Dirty fucking slut…” Harry finished her sentence for her, pulling out and stroking his dick over her clit again. “Probably for the best. Might be the only way this pathetic cunt will be wet enough to take my cock.”

That sent her over the edge. Her legs trembled as she came with a cry of Harry’s name— well nickname. He talked her through her orgasm, telling her what a good whore she was for him.

He didn’t let her come down from her orgasm when he began the intrusion of his cock in her tight pussy. Harry’s girth and length was unmatched. She’d never experienced something like that before and she was quite positive she never would again.

Harry groaned at the feel of his girlfriend’s warm, slick cunt, fueled by the scream that left her as he entered her. “You said you could handle it? Prove it to me, pet. Lay there like the fucking cock slut you are and. just. take. it.”

He spoke the last words slowly and accompanied each one with a harsh trust. Y/N felt her walls stretching, having to get used to Harry’s cock. Even though they fucked nearly every day, she still had to get used to his size.

“S— so big, daddy! It feels so good!” She cried out as he kept on pounding into her, and she laid there—like he instructed—and took it like a good girl.

“Stretch you out each time, hmm? Need to get you ready every fuck time.” He growled.

Nothing but moans left her mouth as Harry fucked her. It felt like he was screwing her right into the mattress. Although that was impossible, right now it felt like he was very capable of such a thing.

Harry leaned forward, arms leaning onto the bed next to her head as his lips trailed near your ears.

“One day, I’m gonna make good on that promise of yours.” He said lowly, the huskiness of his voice having her eyes rolling to the back of her head. “Give it to you without foreplay. Just ramming my cock into you, see if you can truly handle it. Would you like that?”

When a strained, fucked out ‘yes’ escaped her, Harry just chuckled, evilly almost.

“Of course you would like that. You’re such a desperate cock dumb whore for me. You’d do anything for my cock.”

Y/N whined in agreement. “Yes, yes I would.”

“Come, then. Soak my cock and let me fuck that cum back into you until you forget your own name, sweetheart.”

[ihatethecrowdsyouknowthat]

what a bland goodbye - spencer reid x fem!reader

reader goes to spencer's apartment for a needed breakup. no matter how much they love each other.

genre: angst wc: 935 warnings: breakup, reader wears heels, crying (duh), no happy ending, right person wrong time???, mentioned emotionally unavailable spencer

based off loml by ts!!! (im sorry), also this is much shorter than i intended!!!

The hallway is colder and your heels are louder than you remember. Snowflakes cover your head, your nose freezing from the cool, winter air. The familiar building somehow pains your heart with how much you'll miss it. You're not sure how long it'll take for the route here to be wiped from your body's autopilot. Even the door marked "23" is comforting. Something you'll have to get over soon.

His unsuspecting and far too joyful form when he opens the door makes you immediately want to rethink your intentions. Spencer's arms wrap around you as inviting as they've always been, the smell of coffee and laundry detergent unwelcome for the first time.

"You said you wanted to talk, what's going on?" he murmurs almost mindlessly into your shoulder.

Already, your eyes burn. You pull back and look up at him with an apologetic smile that hurts.

Chapped lips part as his eyebrows furrow. It's like he can feel how torn you are. But he doesn't get it. "Morgan says that when a girl says 'we need to talk,' it means that you're in trouble. I told him that's ridiculous but then I started to overthink and thought that maybe I did do something so I went through the last couple weeks but... I don't know what I did."

He nervously laughs, "he's ridiculous, right?"

Well, not exactly. It wasn't an easy decision to come to. It took a lot of convincing from your smarter side. You just couldn't put up with it anymore. The long hours were bad enough, but he'd never open up, despite eyebags showing just how much he needed to. Long hours were spent wondering if he'd be coming home unharmed or with an extra scar that's yet to be healed. As much as you want to, you can't stay. He's tortured. He needs someone with more to offer. More to give. You're not what he needs.

Glossy eyes find his hopeful ones and you feel despicable. "Spence..."

"What?" he whispers shakily.

It's now or never, you figure, inhaling an unsteady breath. No going back. Like a bandaid, right? If bandaids caused more tears, maybe.

"I want to break up." You attempt to sound firm, decisive, valiant but your voice wobbles and you sound nothing short of pathetic.

Beautiful, delicate features you've spent so long memorizing distort into a mixture of pain and confusion. The same features you've kissed and ran your fingers over every chance you got. You mourn those moments silently as he tries to understand. You know he won't. In only seconds, his eyes match yours in terms of despair, like he's already picturing the moment you walk out and leave him behind like a bad memory.

"Why? Is it... something I did?" he asks, voice so soft and breakable it makes everything ache.

"No. It's-it's me. I just can't... I can't." Tears gather on your lashes before spilling over onto cold cheeks.

"Can't?"

The way he's trying so hard to get it is what makes the moment last forever. What could you possibly say to explain yourself? It all feels so insignificant right now.

In his suit and tie, so pretty, he exhales sharply in frustration, a shot to your softened soul. He waits for your answer but you're not sure you have one to smooth the crease between his eyebrows.

You sigh and mutter, "I can't be in this. We don't work, Spencer. You don't talk to me, I-" you sniffle, sobbing hard, "I can't do a relationship where you're never here and, even when you are, you're- I don't know..."

He shakes his head and breathes out as his lip trembles. "You're the love of my life," he whispers, saline rolling down.

"I know." A particularly loud sob leaves you and you nod. "I just can't."

"Can't or won't?" he asks bitterly.

You shake your head, "don't do that."

Somber eyes you love look down at you, begging you wordlessly. In a simple glance, small moments that shaped how you saw and felt about him, it was truly legendary. But you couldn't deal with just those flickers of forever. They were momentary. They're not enough.

He pleads, "we can work it out. We can-"

"Stop. Please."

"So that's it? You're just leaving? I can't say anything?" he breathes desperately, crying in a way you've never seen.

You hate how your mind shows you only the things you wish you could unrecall. All the soft pants, gentle kisses, coffee dates, library trips, interlocked fingers and goodnight texts. Every memory that's only making this harder. "I'm sorry." Small sobs shake your body as each breath seems more difficult.

Spencer shakes his head, pretty curls falling in front of his face. "That's it?" he says in fear.

Sadly, you nod, wishing things could be different. Maybe they could be. One day.

"Goodbye," you whisper through a low sob.

He looks at you with a love that you know will never quite be buried. Not for years, at least. Part of you wants that love to come back to you. When he can be what you need and you can be what he needs.

He mutters, "bye," and you leave, for the first time with a heavy heart. You've never loved someone as much as you've loved Spencer. The breakup was needed but how long will the ache last? How long will you hide away in your room? How long will you dream of a reunion?

How long will it take for the thought of Spencer Reid to not leave you feeling homesick over something you're never sure you had?

tags: @1mnshw @sweetestthingonthissideofhell @punkndisorderrly

[stararch4ngelqueen]

MY BRAIN IS MELTING BRO

i saw a tiktok with Ghost's hand measurements-

TELL ME WHY HIS HAND IS ALMOST BIGGER THAN MY HEAD HELLO-

the brainrot is brainrotting and im so obsessed with this man

anyways maybe a drabble with a *sprinkle* of size kink with ghost fucking f!reader???

i hope your part of the world is doing well!!

Big hands. Help me. Kinda went off track with request, it’s not the best thing I’ve done, but I hope you like it

thank you for your cervix 🫡🌝

A thick palm slips along your soft, cushiony body, fingers sprawling along your damp abdomen, smooth skin meeting the weathered state of his calloused fingers.

“So wet,” The Lieutenant grumbles over you, feeling your muscles clench around the width of his cock. “Eager, eager little girl.”

You took him in so easily after fucking you with just the tip for a good few moments. The continuous cycle of Ghost watching the head of his cock pop into your eager little soaked hole before you squeezed him out; an erotic torture for you both.

You wanted more, begging for more of what you couldn’t take quite yet, but who was Ghost to say no?

You wanted the challenge. So take it.

Your breasts lightly bounced with every torturous rock, your ass flush against his waist. An electric sting of overstimulation renders you speechless, babbling crooked cries crossing his ears as angelic symphonies.

Those delicious fingers, still damp with your juices, lightly massaged along your skin with gentle intention while rocking his hips painfully slow, drawing your measly little whimpers for as long as possible.

Your body was nothing compared to his stature. Your hips weakly locked around his broad waist, twitching calves trembling along the fat muscles of his thighs. Everything about Ghost was big. Everything.

“Ohh, Y’like that?” Simon leans down over your quivering body, the slow angle squishing the tip of his cock directly against your cervix. The stretch, the pressure of feeling so full in such a short amount of time.

“Tough girl, ain’t ya?” Your Lieutenant rasps, returning his hand along your front once more,

He thrusts once, quite hard in fact, surprised to feel the bluntness faintly bump against his palm. Your back arched, a loud gasp leaving your kiss bitten lips.

He chuckles. Dark, delicious, boldly.

“What’s the matter, love? Can’t take it?”

He leaves no room for answer, skin harshly hitting soaked skin as he bucks again, biting back a rumbled grunt. His gaze falls in love with those sweet, bouncing tits, his spine nearly collapsing from the tight tension of your cunt gripping his shaft.

That blunt blow against his palm was magnificent, making you see bright flashes behind closed eyes. He bucks his hips again, pushing his palm deep just enough to gain a higher pitched whine, reminding you just how deep his big cock was buried inside your pussy. Essentially his now.

“Open ‘em,” Ghost requests, lowering himself just enough to kiss along your forehead. “Open those eyes,”

Your lashes brimmed with tears, peering up at him as if he was a God, clinging to what mercy he could possibly give. Those pretty lips, those watery eyes, apple flushed cheeks, all making his dick throb deliciously.

“S’Alright. Breathe for me, good. That’s good, good girl.” During his words, his hands work on reinforcing his hold on your hips, grasping along your thighs for proper leverage. Be expected to see muddled bruises the size of his fingerprints.

“You’ll get used to it.”

Again, he hopes you never will. It’s not his fault his pretty girl isn’t used to proper cock yet. Good thing you have him around now.

[st4rwritez]

write a fluff oneshot where yn/oc is doing a lotttt of homework and shes like a biomed student and nika is bored and she tries literally everything to harass yn/oc into paying attention to her + taking a break

Second ficc of my droppp i love this request sm omg.

Study sesh

Pairings: Nika Mühl x Reader

Rating: smut And fluff!!

Summary: request above!!

౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩.

As a biomed student every score counted to you, no matter what assignment it was you made sure each one got your utmost attention, even if that meant staying up late or studying all day.

But in your girlfriend, Nika’s point of view it was the equivalent of torture to her.

Yes she understood most of the time leaving you to study but this was the 3rd time this week you were studying for an exam or doing homework for hours practically ignoring her.

So her amazing plan was to distract you until you gave her at-least a minute of attention after three grueling days.

It first started out with small hugs over your shoulders while you wrote.

“Bebo please take a break you’re over working yourself” she said draping one of her arms around your shoulders her head resting on your head as she fiddled with your short cut pink shorts that were teasing her all night long.

“Im alright niks just a few more minutes.. mmk?!” You said returning to your work.

She left but that wasn’t going to stop her. After about 10 minutes she walked back into your room.

Again, she draped her arms around your shoulders yet this time she placed a kiss on the back of your neck before she said “Its been a few minutes babe”

“Im sorry, just a few more minutes okay pretty girl?” You said eyes glued to your studies.

“Okay then” Not giving up she stayed there this time her arms still over your shoulders but this time every now and than she would kiss your neck or trace on your shoulder lightly.

You fought to ignore it getting back to your studies, but nika was very hard to ignore, especially when she was needy like this.

“Babe i need to study okay?!?” You said but she just traced down your arm lightly.

“Wow you don’t even wanna spend time with your girlfriend huh?!?” She said letting her hand trace halfway down your arm before she let it go slightly on your chest and traced on your under boob.

“No…niks” you said as your hand stopped writing.

“It sounds like that now doesn’t it bebo?!?” Her hands slithered from your body as she kissed your neck again on your sensitive spot behind your neck, this time biting down lightly.

“Nika..” you breathed out before dropping your pencil on your desk.

With that she pulled your small frame up from your chair and you did the rest immediately you both crashed into a kiss Nika’s hand grabbing the sides of your face pulling your face closer to hers.

Nika’s hand trailed up your shirt to unclip your bra.

You pulled away before going to Nika’s neck nipping at it leaving some marks across the bottom of her neck.

“Oh fuck” she said head tilted back as she grabbed one of your breasts from underneath your shirt making pleasure pool up in your underwear.

You pushed her onto the bed attacking her neck with marks and kisses.

Before you could start on her she made sure she took off your small pink shorts discarding them. “Those were teasing me all night now weren’t they babe?”

She pulled on your panties asking for permission and you nodded quickly as she discarded them, than discarding her own sweatpants and underwear.

You decided it was for the best if she had her top off as well, hickeys already piling up on her neck.

Your mouth went straight to the mount of her breasts sucking harshly as Croatian words you couldn’t even understand started spilling out of her mouth.

“This what you wanted baby?!?” You said sitting up.

“Yes..god yes” she said before sitting up with you now sitting on her lap.

She guided your hips right where she wanted feeling yourself slick on her, then laying back down slightly as you took the hint.

She motioned your hips in a circle against her clit leading you “there you go baby, you got it” she said her breath quickening.

She let go and you crossed your leg against her scissoring her clit.

“God yes bebo… doing so good for me” she said as her back arched into you.

A moan escaped your mouth as you rolled your hips faster adding more pressure feeling yourself against her.

You let your hand trace on her abs as you both moaned messily.

“Good girl” you said as she gripped on the bed sheets under her eyes closed.

You let your head tilt down slightly to nip on the skin of her abs getting a reaction from her as her mouth opened slightly.

You moved your hair out of your face before you rose your head again, this time letting it fall back in pleasure.

Nika looked up at you admiring you. “You look so good like this, on top of me my bebo”

Before you could go any longer she stopped you as you looked down at her.

“Nika please” you said laying on her chest moving your legs back in between hers on the bed.

“Shhh just trust me babe” she said before flipping you both over, her now hovering over you.

Without a second to waste she kissed down your body giving you chills, making it to your clit.

She immediately with no warning, lapped around your folds as if she was starved of you.

“Fuck nika oh my god” you moaned out.

Hearing your moans nika quickened her pace on you sucking and lapping around your clit her nose buried deep into your folds.

Without a second thought she plunged her finger into your hole as you grabbed onto her hair letting out a scream, you covered your mouth.

“Don’t stop please” you yelped out felling yourself come close as she harshly thrusted her fingers in and out of you.

You admired how easily it was for Nika to please you, no matter what she had to do she always would.

it was one of the things you loved most about her.

She always knew what you wanted, or needed.

“Niks..I’m close baby” you said placing a hand in her hair for support pulling light enough not to hurt her.

She didn’t stop there until you finished all over her fingers and face, of course she licked every last bit of you up.

She removed her fingers from you and kissed you softly. “So good for me baby, thank you” she said before climbing into bed with you, moving you on top of her.

“Fuck you were right i needed that.” You said playing with her hair.

She kissed you on your forehead “i know bebo you were so good for me tonight” she said lightly scratching your back.

[snailsgarden]

Jinx with a singer!reader from Zaun being one of the few people able to calm her down with her voice.

the sound of healing.

summary: jinx's partner, you, is a singer and the only person who can calm her, through the sound of your voice.

cw: i might have made this more sad than i was meant to

a/n: i played jinx ruins fixes everything and bro im so fucking sad also this is short asf

You intrigued her.

Really, you did.

Jinx had grown accustomed to you, to your quiet hums around the house as you did your chores, to your image on the stage set up by Vander's statue.

And yet you still intrigued her, with how close to her you had managed to get, how you would be able to calm her with the simple act of singing.

You would make her worries disappear, her once shaky hands now steady as you held them against your own, singing what sounded like a soft lullaby but in your voice, her favorite sound.

The blue haired girl would come down from her mental breakdowns as you sang for her, the girl settling upon clinging onto you and burying her face on your shoulder.

Sometimes she just could not bear with things, everything would suddenly become too much.

And when she heard your voice, the soothing tune of your voice finding her ears to purge her of all her negative thoughts, she would just.. open up and listen.

You intrigued her as you were able to get her back on her feet with "something so simple as singing."

She'd never tell you that, though.

At the late nights, she'd wake from nightmares, her torturous mind always ready to conjure up the worst case scenarios.

The blue haired girl would nudge you awake, her already teary eyes and shaky tone giving out on her emotions as she spoke, "Hey, can you.." she'd now look better at your face, lit by the moonlight, "Sing for me?" and how could you deny her, when she sounded so vulnerable?

Even if she had just woke you from your peaceful slumber.

[eunandonly]

under the mistletoe: strings attached !

୨୧ ; a dance major and a musician? yeah no way, at least, not in this university!

pairing! dancemajor!jungwon x violinmajor!reader | wc. 0.8k | warnings: kind of rushed IM SO SORRY and my thoughts were so disorganised ㅠㅠ EN-

🖇️ : jungwon’s uni fic is finally here ~ it’s kind of christmas themed since ONLY TEN DAYS TILL CHRISTMAS

so you and jungwon attend the same prestigious arts university

there’s multiple different departments: dance, theatre, art, music etc

jungwon is in the dance department and he’s CRAZY GOOD everyone knows him

if there’s a dance festival or event coming up you just KNOW that he’ll be centre with the most killing parts

you are a music major and you play the violin

the violin was the first thing you held in your hands as a kid

like as soon as you gained a consciousness your parents handed you a 1/32 violin to play on

jungwon just really really really hates the music majors

he thinks you guys are all arrogant who think anything that’s not music is unworthy

no because why did that flute major look at him like he’s a carton of milk that went bad

you don’t like the dance majors either

most of them have strange personalities and look half starved

ANYWAYS jungwon has to admit

you’re good at what you do

you’re first chair violin in orchestra FOR A REASON

there’s a reason why the professors give you the solos EVERY SINGLE TIME

there’s also a reason why you sweep up ALL THE AWARDS at competitions

but that doesn’t mean jungwon has to like you

well you don’t really like him either he’s always hogging up the dance practice rooms when you need to go there for the mirror (your professor keeps telling you to improve your posture)

girl why is he practicing at 4am gtfo

so it’s yet another annual christmas festival

you got the solo for winter by vivaldi

are we surprised? no.

jungwon got the centre role and the killing part for his dance performance.

are we surprised? also no.

yeah but we are surprised about the music and dance department collaborating

jungwon started feeling queasy just from the news

wdym a few selected music majors are going to form a chamber orchestra to play the music for his dance for the festival

of course you’re the first violin in that as well the world just loves torturing jungwon

so yall meet up together in the bigass dance practice room for rehearsal

let me tell you: jungwon does not like how the cello is leaving scratches in the dance practice room floor

get that flipping endpin OFF the precious wooden floors

rehearsal is already off to a bad start

also jungwon started genuinely tweaking after a guy broke his rosin and it went on the floor

he was about to throw hands before you suddenly apologised

“oh, sorry about that. me and the guy will clean that up asap.”

maybe you’re not that bad after all

jungwon’s hatred and passive aggressiveness towards ou slowly fades over the month of rehearsals

instead of bickering you were starting to notice how well he dances like DAMN that line really clean

and jungwon keeps noticing how your violin playing is so good how you doing that shit

you also notice that jungwon’s looking kind of fine HMMMM

but you just tell yourself to ignore that there’s no way you’re crushing on a dance major

atp you’re just gaslighting yourself you stay back until like 2am claiming you need to “practice” (you just want to watch jungwon dance)

you guys still argue everyday though jungwon is so annoying

it’s really giving “i hate you but wait you kinda fire” vibes

christmas eve finally approaches

and since it’s a nice fancy event everyone is dressed up nicely

you see jungwon in the morning for rehearsal HOLY SHIT HE LOOKS SO GOOD

you get really flustered and jungwon finds you so cute

you're blushing as you talk to him and jungwon just stares at you the whole time

jungwon may seem nonchalant outside but he’s screaming inside about how pretty you look in your black dress

your winter solo absolutely devoured

jungwon filmed the whole thing on his camcorder that was just too good

and your performance together with jungwon was also so good

JUNGWON’S DANCING *faints*

after the performance you just watch the twelfth night performed by the theatre majors and the philosophy student do yet another dry reading of some boring book

there’s also a little late christmas dinner going on that jungwon and you go to together

you two go from bickering to a giggling mess after a few glasses of champagne

jungwon takes you to see the giant christmas tree afterwards

he gives you his coat because he’s a gentleman and you’re freezing in the december snow in your dress

im just here imagining you two staring at the tree as it snows and jungwon suddenly says

“oh look, we’re under a mistletoe. you know what this means, right?”

you panic so hard for a second oml

your heart is beating SO FAST (flight of the bumblebee.?) but you can't let him know that

you just scoff “we are not going to kiss-“

jungwon just shuts you up with a sweet little kiss

you’re not complaining you only protested to protect your dignity after hating on him for two years straight

✉️ : @icyy-hoon

[sttoru]

thinking ab suguru and whiny reader 🤞🤞 I mean he already deals w gojo im sure he can deal w us 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

tags. (soft) dom!suguru x female reader. unprotected sex, edging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, bits of dumbification and sprinkle of slapping.

“suguruu ! please, please..” desperate small whines filled suguru’s ears while he had both your wrists pinned above your head. you looked so pathetic underneath him like that; getting teased and edged until all you could do was whine and beg him for more. he even lost count of the amount of times you’d came already while he hasn’t reached an orgasm even once.

“what’s that, sweetheart?” the dark-haired man coos, knowing damn well what you needed as he pressed his swollen tip just slightly into your gaping hole before taking it out again, “you can keep begging me all you want, but ‘m not fucking you until you can use your words properly.”

you could’ve sworn that you saw stars as your body started to go numb with the amount of pleasure suguru had given you the past hour. his teasing was a form of pure (enjoyable) torture; from ‘accidentally’ grazing his fingertips against your sensitive nipples to fully denying your orgasms. and if you did orgasm without his permission, well, you’d have to start the process all over again.

“suguru.. please—want you in.. inside.” you beg as your hips squirmed around, trying to find a way to somehow take his dick all the way in, instead of just constantly feeling his tip against your aching cunt.

“aht, aht.” suguru tightens his grip on your wrists in response, grabbing your face with his other hand - his fingers keeping ahold of your jaw in a firm manner. he makes you look him in the eyes; strands of his black hair covering parts of his vision.

“don’t you dare move, sweet thing.” he murmurs, pushing his hips slightly forward to tease your poor cunt by rubbing his pre-cum over your folds again, “let me take care of you, yeah? you just use that whiny voice of yours to ask for it.”

you whimper a little, nodding at suguru’s words. you looked fucked out of your mind, yet his cock hadn’t even had the chance to get a taste of that sloppy pussy of yours. when your lower body involuntarily gravitates towards suguru again, you felt a slap against your cheek; not a hard one, but more of a soft tap with the palm of his large hand, “what’d i tell you just now?”

“no movin’— b-but.. !” you were cut off by a hiss from suguru. that was a second warning for you. a third one wouldn’t end good for you. you immediately press your lips together and swallow the saliva that gathered inside of your mouth, looking up at suguru towering above your body with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

his gaze softened once he noticed your defeated self. “good girl. now, beg me to fuck you and i’ll see what i can do, alright?”

suguru was a man of patience. he could do this all day if he wanted to. your needy babbles and whines left him satisfied after all.

[rowretro]

𝕾𝖔 𝕾𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖞

✧warnings: Yandere themes, toxic themes, unhealthy love, mentions of blood, thriller, gore, death

♡synopsis: Y/n's not afraid of the dark... maybe she might be scared of what's in the dark. The ghosts? monsters? death hunting her down ready to grab her by its fist? of course not. She's scared of her ex.... he's so scary....

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Y/n yawned as she walked down the creepy, dark hallways of the abandoned high school. Tables scattered here and there, blood splatters dried ones and even fresh ones, painting the ground and wall. Evidence of human life being tortured and tormented for days before being ripped into pieces and left on the ground, rotting into the floorboards. Y/n was rather more disgusted, shocked the police hasn't once come across this place... Oh wait- that's a dead officer from the 90's seems he died a few weeks ago. Why was she here exactly?

It's stupid of course. Her dear friend who had been acting weird lately, dragged her to this place, challenging her claiming she'll die of fear before the ghost even gets to her. Y/n was no idiot, denying any invitation to the murder house. Yet Angela Yin, her best friend, dragged her in, the doors shutting behind them, and jammed shut. Then Angela went missing. That's how y/n found herself wandering the empty classroom where the ugly thing was just a second ago. She groaned, grabbing a key she found as she walked toward a door that had a matching lock.

She's ran into the killer once, it left a fog of smoke, causing her trip over small thing. It's nails disgusting and long like claws, head snapped off, hanging backwards. Eyes gauged out and mouth wide open. It was disgusting. its arms reached forward, but it can only see behind itself. That helped y/n, it was so blind it didn't bother looking in the cabinet where she hid in pure silence.

Just as she was about to put the key in the lock, a thick black liquid, slid from under the door, taking over the big, thick wooden rectangle, that blocked whatever was in that room from her. She groaned, arms crossed, as her foot tapped against the tattered floor impatiently, she stared at the many creepy hands holding eyeballs and organs waving them around through the now blackened, inky door. "What do you want from my ghost?... In my 18 years the worst thing I'd ever done to hurt anyone was being sarcastic and throwing parties when I'm home alone, now did that hurt you?" she asked as the eyeballs glared right at her.

"na how bout we talk about what YOU did? kill everyone who tried to send you to a better place, figure out a crime, or at least run home to their family? I don't know why Angela dragged me here, but once I drag that bitch home she's getting it. And you listen to me. I know deep inside you know you did something wrong, hence you killed so many innocent people and are trying to haunt me. I'm not scared of you because you were once a human like me... So why don't you get out of my way, and I leave you alone if you leave me and possibly Angela alone too kay?"

Y/n said confidently as if negotiating with a person who's afraid of her. yet the thick inky liquid disappeared, and the door opened. "That's what I thought." she said, dragging her sharp rusty metal weapon along with her. Yet the doors closed, there stood Angela, eyes pure black, veins visible in her arms and face, no longer blue or purple but black. Her teeth grew sharp as she approached y/n, her bony hands wrapped tightly around y/n's neck, choking her. "Fuck- Angela- What the fuck?! stupid ghost bitch I thought I told you we had a deal." Y/n choked out.

However the girl let go of y/n impulsively, as she fainted, the ghost screaming as it was forced out of her. There she saw a sight that scared her most "Nishimura No......." she mumbled as Riki dusted himself off. "Yes.... Im back baby." he said with a smirk. She threw a table at him and rushed outside, now lost in the dark woods, there, vulnerable, and in the depths of danger, possible vampires and Werewolves that had escaped the military's hold, roaming around in need of blood. That's why she broke up with him.

"Wow babe, one way to say thank you for saving your life, and hi to your darling boyfriend" Riki's deep voice echoed as he walked out from behind the trees. She backed away from him. Her ex. Riki. She broke up with him after she saw her suck the blood of her cousin. "I told you already we're broken up." she said mustering up enough courage to at least try to sound like she was confident in her words. "No you made that decision. Not me, so sorry you're stuck with me." he said as y/n glared at him. He groaned running a hand through his hair, frustrated.

"Darling.... I only drink blood of a human when I need to, and I only suck the blood of those who do wrong in the world and you know what your cousin did to you..." he said as he gently grabbed her arm, scanning over the healing scars on her arms. She gently pulled away, feeling herself falling into his love trap yet again, like a moth to a flame. "You're not scared of my love.... you're clearly scared for me... y/n I love you and you're mine you can never change that. I don't understand why me being half demon half vampire scares you.... I'd never hurt you... you know it. They can't ever kill me, I'm practically immortal.... So please. take my hand and let me take you to OUR home." he said as he grabbed her arm... yet she pulled away roughly.

"Nishimura Riki. I may love you... but I don't trust you... I don't want you anymore.... Im over you..." she said, almost as if convincing herself, "Then you leave me no choice." He said, yanking her into his embrace, teeth stabbing into her collarbone.... He imprinted her, kissing her lovingly right after. There's no turning back now "I'll go home then-" Angela suddenly said walking toward her boyfriends car, as y/n was still dazed.

She was his now. She realized how too such perfect care of her, before their break up, and even now, as she stared at the permanent mark on her collarbone in the reflection of the mirror. She didn't find him so scary anymore. The comforting environment of his groans of annoyance every time he lost a game his comfortable room, his cologne intertwining in the air, the large white sweater that slipped off her shoulder, so comfortable as she hugged it closer to her skin, his sweater...He's not so scary after all...

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