I don't write much myself but I am a chronic reposter, some of my reblogs are very unhinged, dove is dead dead dead.
I am completely insane and shawty is off her meds. Reblogging problematic/straight up evil characters doing evil things is not out of the realms so this is your heads up for that
All fiction as writers intended, I do not condone any unhinged elements I reblog irl.
i'm soooo sorry to be a pick me loser, but performative weirdness is one of the most frustrating things i've witnessed socially. you literally used to bully me for being a "freak" your stripy tights and graphic liner does not absolve you from the way you treated me. literally get away from me you soulless bandwagon bullies.
you don't like hello kitty, you aren't just like fluttershy, you are not a baby deer, you do not have love and whimsy in your heart. you are the same evil bitch who drove me to the brink and has contributed to psychological issues i will likely have for the rest of my life. you mentally ruined me. i missed 47% of my final two years of school because i was terrified of you and all the awful things you did and said. i missed out on my dream career because i couldn't bring myself to face your cruelty. and now you're role playing all the things you bullied me for in a poor display of faux authenticity and uniqueness.
but you are not authentic. and you are unique in the worst way possible. because you are an exceptionally vicious and cruel person. the only unique thing about you is the bizarre lack of human empathy you seem to possess. you are pure evil and i still don't know if i wish the worst for you, or i wish you find love and healing so nobody will ever suffer at your hands like i did.
besides your inhuman treatment of others, you are so painfully boring. there is not a single interesting or alluring thing about you. you pretend you like the bell jar because you think it makes you deep and thoughtful. you repost new music in your notes because it makes you niche. but really, you aren't special.
you are just. like. everyone. else.
and i pity you for that. you will never feel the pride that comes with true self expression despite the cruelty you endure as a result.
you will never know what it's like to be loved by someone who adored every tiny quirk and odd mannerism. because you were too afraid of things that were different to ever truly get to know and understand yourself.
you are a coward and a bully.
but hey, your button collection and star shaped hair clips are cute so i guess i must be wrong
(oh yeah and my hello kitty matching kitchenware has been in my possession over 15 years you fucking poser)
i'm sorry, did nobody think it suitable to warn me about rains of FUCKING castamere????
i watched that shit alone, at 9 in the fucking and wept. nobody survived not even fucking greywind. my day was ruined.
i had to go and reconnect with nature after whatever tf that was, man was i in for a shock when i was settling in for the night to see greywinds head sewn to robbs fucking shoulders.
guys you don't understand i am grieving.
catelyn and talisa and robb and their fucking unborn child. guys what am i supposed to do?? go on with my life??
i hate this stupid fucking show i hate it i hate it. fuck walder frey. fuck george rr martin. RELEASE ME
Guys not to be a perv but when are the Ryland Grace smut fics dropping? Like I’m waitinggggg. Ever since reading the book and watching the movie I can’t get him out of my head.
i do not “delete sentences” when they start “hindering the plot” i COPY PASTE THEM into a SEPARATE DOC made just for keeping all my USELESS LINES that i will also NEVER USE so therefore i should JUST DELETE THEM but i DONT because id FEEL BAD if i did
gravity is actually so fucking insane. nearly two minutes of lute losing her mind with rage and grief and her hallucination of the man she loved is the evil little voice in her ear goading her on. mid-breakdown she FLIES AT HIM STRADDLES HIM AND YANKS OUT THE METAPHORICAL KNIFE FROM HIS HEART. it was so unhinged and so GOOD and we're never going to get sexual tension like this in the show ever again
all characters written aged up 18+
tw: drug use (pot), eating reader out, 1.2k words of soft smut
It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for you on most nights, to find your way towards the Hufflepuff common room following a scheduled prefect patrol around the castle. The common room, in many ways of which you cherished deeply, had become your second home away from home. Along with the safe space that you frequented; you’d rather well mastered the skill of tapping along the second row of barrels beside the entrance to the playful rhythm your boyfriend had taught you well for someone who didn’t sport the colour yellow.
A few minutes short of being 1am, the common room was empty – the last stragglers of students having long gone to bed. The flames which kept refined to the heath had burned down to soft embers, casting everything in the room with a muted honey coloured glow from the high wooden ceilings down to the intricately decorated persian style rugs that covered the floor.
Cedric, your boyfriend now of almost two years, sat sprawled comfortable on one of the wide leather sofas; his robes crumpled into a heap beside him. The yellow and black tie around his neck had been loosened off enough that you could see the pale hollow of this throat, and the sleeves of his shirt rolled up toward his elbows; framing perfectly the veins which drew down his forearms. Looking unfairly beautiful for someone who had just come off prefect patrol himself, he carded his fingers lazily through his hair: messing it up with a tousle.
Pacing over towards him with your signature smirk of trouble, you straddled his lap without asking for permission – not that you never had to anymore, but because he had a mere few seconds ago, patted his thigh twice as a wordless suggestion. The second your weight settled upon him, Cedric slid his hands up your thighs; his fingertips graciously skimming any inch of you they touched, before his thumbs traced across the hem of your skirt like he was trying to memorise its distance from your skin.
“Missed you, baby girl.” The words rolled off Cedric’s tongue as a murmur with his voice rough and low from the cold winter air which lingered in the castle corridors. Rather than answering verbally, you brushed your hair back with both hands; revealing a half smoked joint tucked neatly behind your ear that you’d confiscated from a second year Ravenclaw who through they were too smart to get caught smoking it. Plucking it out, you held the joint with two fingers between your faces, twisting it teasingly around on display.
Cedric’s tired stare perked up in an instant as it traced the motion of your moves; his pupils flaring wide as a cheeky grin settled as part of his expression.
“Light me.”
It wasn’t a question; it was a request. One you’d gotten rather bold at making with him. Fishing through his pockets, Cedric found his lighter – a black zippo with his quidditch number engraved on one side; a gift from his father for being selected as a prefect, all without looking away from both the joint and your mouth near obsessively.
The click of the lighters flint sounded far too loud as it echoed throughout the empty common room. He cupped the flame with his free hand and moved to bring it to the tip of the joint as you leaned remained steady and rolled it slowly from side to side between your lips. As the cherry began to glow red, you took a few short, slow puffs to coax it further into burning nice and evenly – drawing an eventual long breath that you held in your lungs before removing the joint and resting it against his shoulder as your leaned forward and kissed him.
He greedily accepted; deepening the kiss as his tongue slid against your own to steal every lungful of exhale you fed him. Cedric’s hands crept higher, squeezing at the warm crease where your thighs met your hips firmly. As you pulled back, he exhaled through his nose with one long stream, his eyes drooping to be half lidded and darker than you’d ever seen them.
“Again”, he ordered with voice gravel; tainted with a threat.
You took another drag, this time – longer than before; almost indulgent, so that when your lips met his, the smoke that Cedric craved curled lazily between your mouths before he claimed it. His hands skimmed higher; fingertips curling around the fabric of your panties with some kind of hope that the physical touch would anchor himself to the moment.
Passing the joint to Cedric’s lips; you held it lightly between your fingers as he inhaled with a smirk and raised one of his hands to tilt your chin up with two fingers, angling his head and ghosting the smoke he exhaled across your throat, watching it cling to your skin before leaning down to chase it with his mouth. You moaned softly as he painted his lips across the curve of your neck, over your collarbones, along your jaw, across the hollow behind your ear: licking and sucking and biting like he wanted to taste the smoke upon you.
By the time the joint had burnt down to a stub between your fingers, you were grinding slow and shamelessly against the hardened cock hiding in his trousers with a whimper. Taking the joint from you, Cedric crushed it against the arm of the soft and flicked it to the floor; both his hands free now to grasp at your hips and drag them down harder against him.
“Fuck Ceddy --”
“Been thinking about this all night”, he rasped against your shoulder as his teeth scraped through your blouse and across your skin. “You high and fucking needy in my lap. Letting me do whatever I want to do with this pretty little body of yours.”
You laughed, panting at his words; only because you had no other option to as you head spun and your voice gave his name out on a trembled breath. Cedric groaned at how you sounded; sliding his hands to your ass so that he could lift and flip you onto your back, following you down on the sofa. The fire in the heath crackled to its final sigh as he kissed you over your uniform from mouth to jaw to neck to chest, to stomach, to skirt before dipping his head beneath the fabric to kiss the damp spot of your panties like he’d been starving for it.
“…ughh.. please?”
A boyfriend that begs - how could you resist?
Nodding as your hips raised themselves up an inch, Cedric peeled down your panties using his teeth with a drawn out rip. His tongue was on you in an instant; pressed flat and wide to drag unhurried between your folds causing your back to arch as an aching gasp cried out from your lungs. You hands fell to his head beneath your skirt, just resting there lazily as he continued to lap at you with slow, worshipful strokes; humming restlessly against your clit which was so sensitive that your thighs had no choice but to quiver and clamp around against him.
“Shit-. Oh god, -- yee-aahh—sss.”
You came with a sharp cry; grinding against his tongue as you flooded Cedric’s mouth. When he finally pulled back, shifting so that he could rest his head on your stomach, he glanced up at you with wet lips and smug. His chin was coated wet along with the sofa beneath you, your slick smeared across his skin like a victory.
a huge shout out and thank you to @govnder & @brasshighway-579 for letting me bounce my thoughts around with them xo love you both!!
Because I’m a big baby and need my wisdom tooth taking out. Ghost x reader.
You don’t tell anyone when you have to go to the dentist. Why would you? Big brave SAS soldier, afraid of a little wisdom tooth extraction. You’d be bullied for the rest of eternity.
Only when you get there, they say you can’t go home without appropriate supervision — especially with all the “good drugs” they’re going to give you.
So you text the one person least likely to take the piss out of you.
Hey G, need you to come to this address and pick me up.
Okay – G.
An hour later, he’s exactly where you asked him to be, dead on time.
Why the fuck am I at a dentist? is his first thought.
Then, when a nurse leads him into an exam room, thanking him for coming, he sees you.
You’ve got bloodied gauze in your mouth and you’re clutching onto another nurse’s hand as she tries to comfort you.
“G man!” you call excitedly, but your mood quickly shifts. “They stole my teeth,” you sob.
He shakes his head. “That right?”
He watches as you sniff and nod.
“Right, come on then, you.”
He listens intently to the dentist’s instructions, mentally running through what he’ll need to do to look after you. Then he holds you close as you walk out, unsteady from the medicine.
When you get home, you look at him with a goofy, tired smile. “Thank you for coming to rescue me, G.”
simon riley must admit that he gets a sick enjoyment out of the way you pant and moan like a poor pup in heat while his fingers curl around your chin and slide past your parted lips. each thrust of his heavy, thick cock slipping into your swollen folds and filling you up has loud, garbled moans leaving you, little murmurs of "mmh, mmh daddy," and "more please," getting muffled by his fingers in your mouth. it's heavenly to him.
simon looms over you from behind, beefy frame resting heavily over your prone body. he holds onto your hips firmly, thick fingers digging into your plushy flesh as he shoves his thick cock past your dripping hole. all you can focus on is the throbbing between your legs. he thrusts harshly, continuously plunging into you balls deep and not giving you time to adjust to his size.
your walls stretch obscenely around his cock, eyes rolling as he shoves his fingers deep in your mouth. your tongue twirls around the invading digits, drool dripping down your chin as he sets a brutal pace, hips slapping against the globes of your ass. "too much?" he murmurs, even as he pushes deeper. "you'll be alright, lil' one. i've got you."
simon's fingers press deeper into your mouth, smearing spit across your lips as he drags his cock forward into your pussy, slow and brutal. your moans are muffled and he just huffs a quiet breath above you.
he grips you roughly, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he pulls you back onto his throbbing cock over and over. each slam of his cock has your body jolting forward. He leans over, breath hot on the back of your neck, one hand moving to wrap around your throat. not squeezing, just reminding you who you belong to. he can feel your mouth suckle a little harder on his fingers each time you whimper out nonsense.
it doesn't help that he's angled just right, hitting that sweet spot inside you with every thrust that has your eyes rolling back and toes curling. you're barely coherent at this point.
he grunts, feeling your tight pussy hot and wet around his pistoning cock. "fuckin' hell, sloppy little pussy, you've got," he growls, hips never faltering in their brutal pace, letting out a grunt at how tight you squeeze him. sometimes he wonders if his fat cock is just too much for your pretty little body. he knows you've got the cutest little bulge in your tummy right now from where his cock is poking your sweet spot. "surprised you haven't run away yet like usual,"
your voice is muffled into the pillow as you respond with a soft, whiny, "mmnh- 'm tryin' not to f'you daddy,"
simon's grinding his pelvis against your ass to stimulate your most sensitive spots. his heavy balls slap lewdly against your swollen clit with each pump of his hips, the obscene sound mixing with the creaking of the mattress and your garbled cries. "feel me in your guts, hm? no one else gets to do this to you, love. jus' daddy."
His fingers pump in and out of your mouth causing drool to leak down your chin. Your cheek's still pressed into the sheets as you make a mess around his fingers. Simon grunts low through his teeth.
you whine softly, nodding, but he clicks his tongue with disapproval at your whiny babbles. he wants words. but if you won't use your mouth, he will. slowly, he slips his fingers from her mouth, coated in spit, and slots his mouth messily and open mouthed over yours. a slow, dominating press of lips and tongue that leaves you gasping and whining into it, trying to kiss him back through the overstimulation. He groans into your mouth and pulls back just slightly, your spit still connecting you and simon's lips as his eyes darken.
"Who's your daddy, mm?" he murmurs against your mouth. his hips snap forward hard, shoving her up the bed just an inch, as he repeats it slower like you're fucking stupid. "Say it, baby. Who's your daddy?"
you cry out and your eyes flutter shut, body seizing around him. "anh! s-so big... y-you… you are!" you barely muster. he chuckles low, one hand wrapping tight around your jaw as he grinds deep inside again. "that's right. 'm your fuckin' daddy. only one who gets to ruin you like this."
