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i would sell my firstborn for more Edira 😍
A/N: So glad you enjoy her o(*￣▽￣*)o ! I got this lil snippet idea out of thin air so I hope it suffices that dom lady craving. Also, unfortunately I'll likely be a bit slow about answering requests until I get out of this funk of neverending procrastination and lack of motivation.
Anniversary-- -----------------------------------------------
(OC) Edira X Gn! Reader
CW: Borderline NSFT, power imbalance, manipulation, blackmail, forced relationship
Kisses. Soft teeth, smudged lipstick on skin, and the ticklish trails of cold fingers up and down your chest. Stained lips trailed from your ear to your jaw, sending electric shivers down your spine. The hairs on your neck stood on end every time her hot breath made contact– the warm, humidity of her mouth scraping over your sensitive nerves. She didn't speak much, only occasionally making light of how so easily you were embarrassing yourself, how simple it was to tease you with a little touch after the wine you both shared during dinner. Your anniversary dinner, to be in fact.
"I'm not one for extravagant celebrations," Edira told you beforehand. "But, since you've been so well-behaved… well, there may be a small reward awaiting you."
It had been a year since you were manipulated into her schemes of being her pretend spouse, but only 7 months since you officially became her real, blackmailed lover. Instead of fake make-out sessions and lies on your sex life, Edira made sure to indulge in each fabrication to the point where it was no longer fiction. She had you wrapped around her finger so tightly with the domineering threat of destroying your life. At first, you completely believed she lacked the hesitation to make the rest of your days miserable if you dared to defy her. But since that initial judgment, this past year has… mildly, altered your opinion. You don't doubt that she would make you pay dearly if you decided to leave, but now… an inkling of you believes that she might truly, irreversibly be attached to you.
From the way her touch began to linger, how her possessiveness grew over the months of affection, her vulnerability becoming more present-- it was an interesting sight to see. If you had left her now, you knew she'd feel betrayed, rather than angry. However, such an emotion could do far more damage than you could imagine.
"Edira," you griped, the merlot still working its magic and making you a hazy disaster.
Edira groaned into your skin. With the cusp of her fingertips she turned your face towards hers. "Yes, my little pet…"
"You're making me all dirty." You mumbled, smudging the prints of red lipstick that were prevalent on your chest and stomach.
She rubbed your cheek, spreading what you can only imagine being more of her lipstick marks. "It's not dirt, it's my affection."
"You know what I mean," you grin, looking at her with half-lidded eyes.
Edira laughs at your expense, looking from your lips to your eyes. "Seems like you can't handle your liquor that well, love. What happened to your boast of 'not being a lightweight'?"
She grins as you lean backward into her touch, her hand forcing your neck down to push your head into her chest. Your clothes were half way unbuttoned and removed, More so then Edira's as she started teasing before you could comprehend what was going on.
You moaned into her shoulder, fluttering your eyelashes upwards. She slid her hands over your bare chest, looking down at your pitiful, tipsy state. It felt warm, having her hands cover your skin and the buzz of her voice fill your ears.
You immediately tensed up as her hand came down just to lightly pat your crotch. The wine had made you so unraveled and needy, to the point where any surprise touch left you in a state of high sensitivity.
"Edira--!" You gripped onto her pencil skirt, leaning upward out of stimulation. Edira caught you in a kiss, her lips hungry for the taste of your mouth. You had been lucky, having her prioritize your pleasure so willingly without making a fuss. But now, it was her turn to have some fun. "T's too much.." you groan with your lips closed, feeling that hot rush of embarrassment come back as she laughed condescendingly.
"Awe, too much for you, sweet thing? But you were able to take it so well before…" she gave you a fake pout of sympathy that made frustration rise in your chest, her soft hands unbuttoning your bottoms. "Besides, you acted so eager earlier, so desperate to be touched, I thought you despised me?."
"It's too much now…can't take it, please.."
You let out an uncharacteristically loud moan at feeling her hand cup the skin of your chest, pushing her thumb in your mouth and against your tongue.
"You can take it, and you will."
Edira pressed another lipstick-covered smooch to your neck, sucking gently on the skin.
"But it's our anniversary," you argue with a full mouth, tongue still sliding against her finger. Shutting your eyes, you feel the heat of her breath on your back.
"It's my anniversary too, you know. Don't I deserve to have some fun?"
You knew better than to answer that, instead kicking your feet like a child.
"Not fair--" you hiccup, letting out another tensed expression as Edira turned your face towards her. Her heavy chest pressed up against your back, leading your inebriated mind to come up with fantasies you knew she'd mock you for.
"Maybe not. But has it ever been fair?"
Edira parted her mouth, inviting herself to your merlot-flavored tongue and weak lips. She kissed you so slowly, the messiness of her desire making your senses cloud and pulling you to sloppy kisses.
"You don't get to make big decisions like that on account of being mine, sweet thing." She brushed her knuckle against your cheek, speaking the condescending pet name and watching your helpless eyes.
But don't fret we're celebrating," She grinned, giving that sadistic, fear-inducing smile-- the one she always gave when she had something in store.
" Happy anniversary, darling."
An experienced dom eating their virgin sub out for the first time, making them cum all over their face in no time. The virgin looks at the others face once done, glistening with slick and cum "How was that?" they ask the innocent virgin "...Again please." they ask, spreading their legs for them again
soft dom staring at their sub just admiring them. When the sub notices the eyes on them and asks, "What?" the soft dom just smiles at their subs reaction "Can't I just look at you and think about how last night you were practically crying on my cock?" they reply back, innocently.
Girl grinding her pussy on my thigh with her panties still on just to show me how wet they can get as I make her cum over and over again till she’s shaking and her panties are practically stuck to her pussy so I laugh at her for being so easy and then slip my strap into her and fuck her even dumber before she’s just a limp cocksleeve in my lap when?
just wanna watch a girl's eyes roll back as i repeatedly slam my strap into her wet pussy, her legs wrapped around my waist making my thrusts deeper, one hand pressing down on her lower stomach while I use the other to circle her clit with my thumb until she squirts all over my cock
Ohh but what if a butch keeps you in their lap but won't touch you while they're reading or watching a show, and asks you not to interrupt them. But … they have you stuck with a toy the whole time. A vibe, a grinder, or both, whatever they picked and that's all you get. They let you get away with it, grinding in their lap, desperately after a few hours. There's a clear mess from you on their jeans, slick noises coming from you. But they still won't touch you.
You beg in their ear so prettily, exactly how you know they like it, but they only tell you to keep going like it's and afterthought, wring another orgasm out of yourself you're not even sure what number you're on now. Your legs are shaking against their warm thighs, pussy twitching from oversensitivity at this point.
The only thing you know is how badly you want what they're packing and they still. Won't. Touch you.
Not until pretty tears spill over your cheeks, your begging turning to whimpers do they finally acknowledge you, hands gripping your hips to manhandle you onto you back, and finally, finally, bury their strap in you.
Bratty sub who won't stop running their mouth off and their dom had enough so they force the brat against the first hard surface they can see and their eyes lock on the rough wall and the sub cant even register the cold wall on their back because dom takes no time fucking them so heavenly that they can't form coherent sentences or words! Just moans, whimpers, and squeals because the only thing in their little brain is the thought of how fucking good this feels!
Fellow dommes, I would like to share a new thing I recently discovered that I think you should try out. We all know how nice the possessiveness of saying "you're mine" to your sub can be. Making them say "I'm yours", or cooing/growling "you're mine" into their ear while they're so deep into subspace all they can do is smile and moan. I've even seen a post making the rounds of growling "I'm yours" into your subs ears as you use them mercilessly. Remind them that only they get receive this treatment.
I see these acts of consensual possession and raise you the notion of ordering your sub to say "you're mine" to you as you make them cum. Holding their eye contact right before you push them over the edge and growl "what am I, kitten? Say it. Say I'm yours."
"You're mine?" they'll of course be initially confused, but press the idea, and as you do, push them over the edge.
"Again."
"You're mine" This time a little more confidence behind the statement.
"That's right... Again."
"You're mine" Finally getting the idea, and realizing it feels amazing.
"Again!"
"You're mine... you're mine... you're mine..."
By this point you can just watch and enjoy as they begin to chant it with the biggest smile on their face, all while orgasming in a way that they haven't before. A different kind of intensity. Continue to make them cum as they passively repeat "you're mine" over and over and over, letting the pleasure and chanting hypnotize them into a state of pure bliss. I promise you, it will give you a form of confidence in your domming entirely separate from claiming them and it feels utterly intoxicating 💕
hear me out , college smau / au with Minji being nerdy loser girl 🫠
“Freak.”
Nerd!Kim Minji x Mean!Reader
Synopsis: You have to be grouped with the smartest girl for your economics course for a few months. Being someone who hates pulling their weight you try to convince her to do the project by herself, with no avail.
A/N: my first attempt at a SMAU and this is most definitely a one shot because I am getting an aneurism using MEMI.
Created by : ☆포배☆ Respective credits to the creator ⓟⒶⓇⒶⒹⒾⓈⒺ♡ⓎⓊⓇⒾ
Made a “But I’m a cheerleader” page in my sketchbook<3
(Ignore the shitty handwriting)
—devour me until your very soul becomes full.
roxica; cw: cannibalism, nothing graphic; just the act of consuming the one you love <3. very much hannibal inspired.
word count: 309
It's scary just how hungry someone can get. How someone's taste can go from fruits and vegetables to human liver and hearts. There's something so... intimate about eating someone. To use them up in their entirety so they don't go to waste.
Chica was once human, she hungered for pizza then, maybe fries as well. Now she can't think of a life where she doesn't devour the living. In this cursed body—perhaps a blessing she has yet to understand?—she longed for human flesh. Longed for the blood, the squirming, the screams... She longed for a bloodbath.
It scared her at first, it really did, honest. Soon enough though her body got used to it, accepted it as her new normal. It was manageable, was, but recently she's felt out of control. As if her body wasn't her own but just a husk to consume. Consume and devour until there was nothing left, not bones nor teeth would be discovered. The more she ate the quicker the hunger grew, not for flesh, no.
She longed for a soul.
She sought out Roxy, and was terrified when her stomach felt empty at the sight of her. To consume Roxy was to love her, right? Could love really be this horrifying? Could loving one's soul really have such consequences? Chica didn't know anymore.
"Oh, Roxy. What am I to do?" It was said to the body in front of her. Lifeless and still, waiting to be eaten. It was scary how quiet Roxy was, how no reassuring words came out of her mouth. "I love you Roxy, you know that, yes?"
Of course she knew that, she had to know that, otherwise—
Roxy became a part of Chica that day, and Chica loved more than she ever had before. On that day Chica forgot what hunger felt like—what a freeing feeling.
—tragic lesbians
kokosara; cw: war. this is one of my more favorite replies because i heart women.
word count: 1,107
(1)
Dusk meets dawn; moonlight over the beautiful ocean being washed away by molten gold. Neither looking away as the battle raged on around them, it seems as if they were trapped in a forcefield: prohibiting outsiders entrance.
All is silent and still, the only sight these two have is of each other. Neither look away; looking away means defeat, and yet the screaming of a fallen soldier has Sara glancing away for only a moment. But one moment means everything on the battlefield. One moment can determine life or death—can determine success or failure; love or hate.
Sara prides herself in being the All Mighty Shogun's sword. Blood needs veins to reach the heart; sacrifices are the veins that keep war alive.
She knows this, her treacherous heart knows this too. The human heart is a fickle thing, wanting what it cannot have—feeling what it must not feel. Stuck in some sort of weird limbo as she sees her soldier fall down. Her soldier who is so young and full of life, one who was so excited to serve his country, dying before he even had a chance. Sara forces herself to not learn any of their names; names are where memories are held and yet—
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There's laughter filling the dining hall, clinks of wooden cups smashing together in celebration. They're all happy, anyone would be happy to be accepted to serve their country—front lines and all. Even more so when new recruits with promising potential enter their ranks. Their cheers cover up the sound of heels upon the floorboards, coming closer before stopping at their table.
"What is the meaning of this?" The stern voice cuts everything off, the music stops momentarily and everyone stills.
"Oh! Lady Kujou Sara! We're here celebrating the new recruit who'll be joining us!" A young boy, no older than 18, is pushed to the front. He has a strong build yet a kind face—she didn't want him in her trope, much less the war.
"And what's this recruit's name?"
"Oh, I'm—"
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Making her way to the training grounds she can't help but sigh, it's been so chaotic lately. The Shogun has been sending them out so often that her soldiers haven't been given time to rest. War has sacrifices, yes, but what good are needless sacrifices that could have easily been prevented? She knows she mustn't question her Majesty, whatever she's doing now must have all been planned in advance.
Entering the training grounds she's met with the sound of someone already occupying it. That's strange, everyone should be sleeping right now. Walking further in she readies her bow only to see the new recruit, sighing in relief she lowers her weapon.
"You should be asleep right now." It seems like he wasn't expecting anyone to come here by the way he jolted. Looking over he chuckles, scratching the back of his head in clear embarrassment.
"Everyone else is so strong! I have to train more if I want to catch up..." His face is solemn, no hint of the prior joy and excitement of joining the front lines.
"In order to get better your body needs rest. If you choose to ignore your body's needs I have no choice but to stop you from going to war." It's like a flip has been switched, where the young man's eyes are wide and frightened as he looks at her.
"Please... Please don't! I need this! You can't send me away! I'm begging you!" He's sobbing, distress clear in his speech, not even realizing he's clinging onto his general. He's shaking, so so terrified of having to leave.
"If you want to stay you must take care of your body, understand? That means sleeping when it tells you to sleep and eating when it tells you to eat." The young man—boy really—lifts his face up, his arms still holding tightly onto Sara.
"Yes ma'am, thank you! I'll make sure to take better care of myself."
"Good. One more thing though, why is staying in the military—staying in the war, so important to you?" The boy looks away, a small smile upon his face yet joy isn't the reason for it being there.
"Well I—"
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Footsteps rush through the hall, making their way to the nurse's room. Breathing labored as Sara opens the door and spots the young boy from before. She moves to stand next to him, his body—that's not meant for war yet was trained that way—lay broken and battered on the bed.
His eyelids open at the slamming of the door, eyes glancing up to meet hers. He has a smile on his face, not unlike the one many nights ago.
"Did you come here to scold me?" His voice is soft—weak. He sounds so tired, like all he wants right now is to fall asleep.
"Not quite. I was... worried. When I didn't see you in the lineup coming back I thought—"
"Ah, that would be worrying, wouldn't it?" He laughs gently, and it's so full of hope that Sara laughs as well. The boy is surprised at first, but smiles at her.
"Well, you see I'm all okay, or well, I'm alive." Alive, he's alive, that's all that matters right now.
"I'm glad."
"Me too."
"I know you were talking before about you not—and I just wanted you to know that if—so how would you like it—"
He smiles, full of joy and hope; a promise of a new beginning.
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Sometimes dreams are made from nothing but hope and joy. Dreams are distant realities far beyond our reach, and yet still we try to reach out to them.
You were no one, came from nothing and wanted to show the world you could have everything. I wanted to allow your dream to prosper, but in doing so, did I kill you? Your blood will forever be on my hands. You may have been no one, you may have had no one. You never even had a name to store your soul, and so I'll keep your memory alive. The name and memories and dreams that only you and I are privy to—
—Kujou Ayumu; rest in peace.
(2)
When you watch someone run at you with a knife, you—motionless—as the knife plunges into flesh. It still hurts, does it not? The same way, when you know you're going to be betrayed, the pain is still there.
Even though Sara knew this was a part of her plan, knew it had to be done. Is it wrong to feel disappointed that it went flawlessly? Just once she wished she was wrong, but she'll keep that wish to herself.
Winter Bloom (Sakura Haruno x Fem! Reader) part 1 - ♥ Blushing and Crushing ♥
Genre: fluff ???
Synopsis: Sakura was on her way home when she bumped into a beautiful lady she couldn't stop thinking about.
Warnings: none. typos maybe.
Number of Words: 511 words.
Sakura went home after a long and tiring shift at the hospital, it was already getting dark and all she could think about was having dinner with her daughter Sarada and then resting on the couch and just relaxing.
But she was so caught up in her resting fantasies that she didn't pay attention to her path and bumped into someone. It was a woman, she was tall with fair skin, bright blue eyes, very short white hair and was dressed in a suit.
"Hey, are you okay?" asked the woman.
Sakura blushed slightly as her eye landed on her "Wh-what, oh yeah I'm fine thanks. And sorry for bumping into you." Sakura answered while stuttering a bit.
The woman giggled a little and said "No problem at all. I'm pretty glad you bumped into me, it's not every day I get to see someone as cute as you."
Sakura's face turned as red as her clothes and she started running back to her house leaving the beautiful woman behind.
Not long after Sakura arrived at her house, she hurried inside and closed the door while her flushed face was starting to return to its normal complexion. She let out a deep sigh as she leaned against the door.
"I'm home!" she called while taking off her shoes.
"Hey mom! I'm in the kitchen, I thought you were delayed for some surgery or something and I was hungry so I made myself some instant noodles. Do you want me to make you some too?" Sarada asked as she grabbed another instant noodle for her mother.
"Yes Sarada thank you you are a real life saver…" Sakura said sighing as she sat down at the table.
Sarada giggled and put the instant noodles that were ready this quail into the bowl and expressed it to her mother.
"Thank you sweetie" sakura said as she took the bowl of ramen from her.
Sarada laughed and said "wow mom looks like you have a crush on her" which made Sakura blush again.
Sarada wouldn't mind if her mom started dating again, after all her dad is never home to the point where the only reason she even knows what he looks like is by forgetting pictures. She also didn't really care if it was a daughter, as long as her mother was happy it was fine for her.
"Hey don't tease me Sarada it's nothing, now go get ready for bed it's late" Sakura said and chased her home to her room.
וכך הלכה סרדה לחדרה והשאירה את סאקורה לבד עם מחשבותיה.
So what did you think? do you like it?
I reuploaded it to this account because @random33shinobi is no longer active because the computer was destroyed.
Women with lip piercings are my weakness they're so hooooooot 🥵
♡Bitter (JJBA - Lisa Lisa)
Another one from my Wattpad, it was something I randomly put together with no thought before hand, I just wanted a strong MILF character though I did change the ending so its not ass angsty. Hope you enjoy it Bubs! Mwah~
"Baby girl I'm not asking you again." The older woman flicks her dark brown hair and goes to grab a pack of cigarettes but she stops herself.
"Sure, I'll stop when you let me out." (Y/N)'s is just as irritated as Lisa Lisa, she had thrown her into a house out of no where to keep her 'safe' from attacks. "You and I both know there isn't going to be any attacks, you just don't want Joseph to-"
"Enough." One single word has enough bark, enough cold seeped into it that it strikes (Y/N) right in her soul.
It's not Lisa Lisa's fault, really it isn't, but after everything that happened, after everything with Caesar's death and her-
She stands up and grabs the packet before she unlocks the backdoor and slams it behind her.
-No, she can't think about him, he's long gone and she has a new lover to take care off. This one way more fragile than her other, if he was stronger and still met his demise then what would happen to (Y/N)?
Her long fingers gracefully twirl the cigarette before she sighs. "I forgot the lighter." Lisa Lisa whispers bitterly as she leans her head on the wall.
'Joseph, Oh Joseph why did you have to do what you did.' The thoughts of her son run through her mind.
Oh that memory its still as fresh as when it happened, the emotions, fury, anger, sorrow, disgust, are also as fresh along with the raging wound in her heart.
Joseph was just, well just being Joseph. He had flirted with (Y/N) teasing and complimenting the (H/C) female before he started to get touchy, touchy enough that Lisa Lisa was on guard, constantly keeping an eye on the both of them. A hand around her pudgy waist, an arm hooked with her's as they walked, those small pats on her shoulders. It drove Lisa Lisa insane, but he was her son so she let it go, but then Caesar's death struck and Joseph crumbled. He craved vengeance, justice to his deceased friend and then he tried to drag (Y/N) into it, even if he didn't their relationship was too close for the pillar men to look over.
Lisa Lisa was furious with Joseph, there was shouting and throwing of glass and other objects, hurtful words and swearing and smoke. Bitter bitter smoke that engulfed the room, seeping into your clothes and filling your lungs so much you can't breathe.
(Y/N) had been caught in the middle, again, like always, and Lisa Lisa just couldn't take it anymore. No more deaths, no more pain, no more memories of a person who should be alive. So she dragged her out of that god forsaken run down apartment and threw her into this small house on the edge of nowhere. It's a bit shabby but the sky blue outside and cozy interior made up for it all, thats what Lisa Lisa thought anyways, but (Y/N) was too busy trying to get out. To try and help her idiotic son and get herself kille-
Her cigarette crumbles in her hand, her grip tightening so much that the paper contorts in all sorts of ways and the filling spills out from multiple places.
She sighs before throwing the wasted stick away and walking back into the house. It's quiet, the small cozy feeling suddenly becoming claustrophobic to her as every seems so suffocating.
"Have a nice smoke?" It's rhetorical, sarcasm dripping from her tone as (Y/N) keeps her focus on one of the many books in the house. She's not reading it but if it keeps her from looking at Lisa Lisa its all she can do. She's the reason why Lisa Lisa is trying so hard to stop smoking, because she knows how much (Y/N) despises the bitter smoke that lingers on your skin and clothes no matter how much your scrub or wash.
She just strides over and plucks the book from her hands, (Y/N) goes to shout but she beats her to it. "Don't bring that boy-" Pictures of her son as a newborn, only a few minutes old, pass through her head, but she continues. "-Don't ever bring that boy up again. Do you understand me?"
Her blue eyes narrow but (Y/N) just snatches the book back and walks off.
"Maybe don't give me ways to push your buttons and I won't, Miss Lisa Lisa." She throws the book behind her and it lands with a loud thud at the woman's feet.
OKAY SOOOO if i made a fic about gracie abrams and sadie sink WOULD YOU READ IT?
i know blackpink doesn’t have a large fanbase on tumblr, but i’ve written a jenlisa fanfic i’m infatuated with, and i update it (almost) every night, and it’s gay anyway so you guys might like it lol.
it’s called “she’s very pretty (jenlisa)”
please read it lol and vote
or at least vote cuz i need help
wrong number ➝ karina 『smau』
pairing ➝ idol!karina/yu jimin x idol!fem!reader
synopsis ➝ peer pressured by your group members, you ask a fellow idol for her number. but when you texted her that night, you realised that she wasn’t the person you were texting. what you didn’t know was that she gave karina’s, aepsa’s hotshot visual and leader, number to you.
genre ➝ smau, angst, fluff, pining, strangers to friends (?) to lovers, gxg, cynic karina x hopeless romantic reader, enemies (?) to lovers
warnings ➝ insulting, swearing, jealousy, asshole moves, (mentions of) cheating, social images, homophobia, (mentions of) alcoholism
featuring ➝ aespa, lesserafim, yeonjun (txt), yuna (itzy), minji (new jeans), wonyoung (ive), ryujin and yeji (itzy), jeno (nct), jiwon (fromis 9), brief mentions of other idols
status ➝ completed
playlist ➝
profiles ➝ kwangya’s residents ⌊ fearmore ⌊ the a-team
chapters ➝
1. from bts?? (half written)
2. snuggluffagus
3. interesting
bonus ➝ karina?
4. free food
5. *THE* gc
6. second option
7. blondes
8. girls
bonus ➝ y/n’s rep
9. wish you were sober
10. haha funny!
11. quit
12. zoo wee mama!!
13. rock bottom
14. pathetic
15. my slice of life
16. civil
17. awkward
18. loser (half written)
19. 7 days
bonus ➝ late night calls (full written)
20. tipsy
21. q&a (half written)
22. the one
23. scrumptious
24. groupie
25. a date
26. wru (half written)
27. better
28. safe flight (half written)
29. the voices
30. accident
31. gf
32. backstage (half written)
33. jimin: 1
34. skidaddle (half written)
35. come over
36. soft launch
37. our endings
bonus ➝ drama and fans
bonus ➝ ???
『main masterlist』
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