𝓴.

(𝟖𝟖𝟖) 𝐭𝐡𝐞-𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬-𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.𝐜𝐨𝐦

[karaeilish]

hey guys, a quick announcement. i have exactly one month left before my first exam, and i wanna dedicate it entirely to studying, without being distracted by blogging and other stuff. my inbox is still open, and i’ll be back to all requests in the second half of june / early july, after my graduation.

sending love , kara 🤞🏻

[karaeilish]

• i don't see the actual difference between death and today. my perfect exam score said goodbye. #kms 🫩

[karaeilish]

Hello there! Are you in the figure skating fandom? :) if so who are your fav skaters?

hey, yep i am !!

aliona kostornaya, amber glenn, adeliia petrosyan, sofya samodelkina 🩶

[karaeilish]

thats so cool i wish i could see her skate irl

it is! she’s actually the sweetest girl ever 😓😓

[karaeilish]

omg u met her 😛😛 storytime??

nothing supernatural acc 😭😭 but she performed in st. petersburg this year !

[karaeilish]

karaeilish writing for amber glenn??? am i in heaven??? PLS tell me you’re taking requests for amberrrr 😭😭😭 (even if you’re gonna write them later)

yesss of course ! u can send them 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[karaeilish]

i need kamila valieva she’s so hot

oh my baby kamila…. i actually met her once 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[karaeilish]

you being obsessed with alysa is like the best news ever to me we need more writers plsss

I WILL i promise i will when im done with my exams 🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻

[karaeilish]

wdym i’m being obsessed with alysa liu & amber glenn while i’m on a break from writing and the main exams of my life are in a month

[karaeilish]

would you write f!reader x Emma Nolan?

yes!! i have a couple requests with her. i will write them when i have more free time 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[karaeilish]

⠀ ꕀ ❛ 𝓢outh𝓫ound ❜ 𓂃   𝓨olanda 𝓰arcia ꒱ ｡

• ⟮ 𝓫oxer! 𝓨olanda 𝓰. 𝒙 𝓹ilates 𝓹rincess ! reader ⟯ ͏͏

𝓒ontent warning & 𝓦ord count: ❪ 2,4k w. ❫ smut ◞ tfem! yolanda ◞ rough sex kinda ◞ blowjob ( y receiving ) ◞ sexual tension ◞ pilates princess!reader ◞ yolanda's depicted taller than reader ◞ power imbalance ◞ size kink  ◞  unprotected p in v  ◞  cum play

𝓙n which… you saw yolanda a lot at work. you glanced at her in the ring through the large windows of the gym, until you found yourself in the front row. until her hands ended up between your thighs in the empty locker room… | english is not my first language

You started watching her from afar. Fleeting glances at work when she approached the nurses' station, in the operating rooms when you called other doctors turned into something more when you inadvertently discovered that you worked out in the same gym. You just saw her in the next room, huffing and puffing, hitting a punching bag so hard it almost flew off its chain. That's when it all started.

Despite your best efforts to focus on stretching and what the trainer was saying, your eyes kept drifting to the other side, where Yolanda was doing more vigorous training. You watched intently. The way her jaw tensed when she delivered a particularly powerful punch, the way the veins on her forehead bulged when she felt like she might lose, her gaze slid across the large room and the perfectly clean windows to you. That was the first time Yolanda smiled, a smile that almost made your knees buckle.

Nurses and surgeons rarely interact, considering that every shift is a living hell and you work on different floors. But even so, nothing stopped you from knowing each other's names and occasionally chatting after shift, while everyone else sang karaoke and drunk Trinity winked both at you and Garcia. It had seemed insignificant before.

You'd always found Yolanda attractive. Friendly attractive. But who'd have thought such a body was hidden beneath all that scrubs? The outlines of her abs are visible even through that damn thin tank top, which she doesn't even wear a sports bra under, forcing your gaze to wander over her body too shamelessly.

The contours of her shoulders and arms are so perfectly etched that at some point she begins to seem unreal. The muscles of her thighs contract with every step she takes. If you look closely, you can see beads of sweat trickling down her neck. She's probably just a figment of your imagination.

At first, it was just glances. Fleeting at first, then focused after a while. Her eyes began to soften as she looked at you from across the operating room or the boxing gym. Then you started saying hello every time at work, sometimes a dozen times a day, smiling at each other more tenderly each time, and then?

The sounds of her puffing and bodies collapsing on the mats every half minute were too distracting for your workout. Pilates was undoubtedly a very intense class, but what was happening in the next room was clearly more interesting. After a few minutes, the desire to see her up close overwhelmed your common sense. Biting your lip, you slowly stood up, folded up your mat, grabbed your phone and a bottle of water, walking out of the Pilates room under the disapproving gaze of your trainer, who decided not to say anything. Within seconds, you were entering the boxing arena.

The smell of sweat and the faint taste of iron immediately filled your lungs, making you wince slightly. Several men you recognized stood below. You quietly greeted them and stood next to them, looking up at the ring where Garcia was hurling curses at a man roughly 1.5 times her size as they pounded each other all over, leaving bruises and drawing blood.

Yolanda's lips looked bad, but damn sexy, with a thin trickle of blood leaking from her parted lips, running straight down her neck.

"Supporting a friend?" A male voice interrupted your thoughts. You smiled softly, not taking your eyes off Yolanda as she swallowed blood, her throat straining. "A colleague. Garcia and I work together," you gently correct him, not really caring what else they said because your eyes were glued to her swaying figure and the sexy thin film of sweat covering her entire body. Your bottom lip is seductively caught between your teeth.

You shift from foot to foot, tilting your head to the side, studying her as best you can, taking in how quickly she moves from one end of the ring to the other. She seems to be in her own world, oblivious to everything around, but then her gaze falls on you. It happens for literally a split second, but it's enough for her to miss a punch that is literally knocking her legs off balance. Well, she was definitely distracted.

The man who clearly spared no effort with her, stops and squats next to her body, now unexpectedly smiling and offering her his hand, which she grabs, standing up and spitting blood.

"You shouldn't get distracted by cute girls, gonna lose again." He claps Garcia on the shoulder, earning a sideways glance from her as she wobbles under the ring railing and looks straight at you, but doesn't stop now. She just passes your shoulder with such force that you flinch. You swallow hard, but follow her anyway until you reach the lower floors, where there are only locker rooms and absolutely no people.

"Are you planning on following me home? Or do you really want to watch me shower?" Yolanda stops abruptly, practically slamming your face into her chest. You blush slightly, speechless for a moment under her heavy gaze, but then you swallow, taking a step back.

"There's no need to act like that rude." You frown, looking up at her with equal concern.

"I lost because of you. That's enough." She mirrors your expression, almost comically.

"Excuse me? It’s not my fault you were a bad fighter" You take a bite, pressing your lips into a thin line and looking at her crushed expression, because you're never rude to people. Well, most of the time. "I just came to see you."

Yolanda is angry. You can tell. She chuckles bitterly, still breathing heavily from spending over an hour punching people and bags. You can't help but glance at her heaving chest, at the glistening skin, but you're immediately drawn back to her face, as sexy as the rest of her body. Dried blood stains still decorate her upper lip.

"What the fuck, doll?" She swallows as she speaks, taking an unexpectedly large step toward you, almost trying to force your hands into contact. "Who do you think you are, huh?"

"You walk around in your cute little pink suits, bending over like you're dreaming of getting fucked." She smirks, but continues, her eyes never leaving yours.

"You have some shame at work at least. And here you come to watch me kick some ass? Want me to be rough with you too, huh?"

Her monologue ends with a wet spot on your panties, which she can feel at a spiritual level without even touching you. Yolanda may not be a romantic, but she's no fool and definitely knows when she turns someone on.

"You'll work on my loss, tiny." She combines roughness and sweetness in her voice, grabbing your hand and practically pushing you into the empty locker room, permeated with the faint scent of sweat and other people's deodorants. Your heart starts pounding, but it still doesn't make you resist, following her obediently until you reach the far corner where she pushes your back against the locker, causing a searing pain that's immediately drowned out by her lips. Her blood still lingering on her tongue.

She's persistent and rough, biting more than kissing, but you do everything to keep up, wrapping both arms around her neck, not trying to hide your moans when her thigh finds itself between yours, her muscles so tense that you instantly feel it.

Garcia smiles, her hands already sliding under your pink top, lifting it up and revealing your breasts, which she's almost started to drool over after a few seconds of staring. "Fuck, you're so good."

Her tongue leaves a long trail down the hollow between your breasts, kissing them a few times before moving her hands down to them, biting, squeezing, tugging with her teeth and fingertips as you squirm, pulling her with your touch, rolling your eyes and tugging at her hair, trying to pull yourself closer.

Garcia glances up, giggling and pressing one last kiss to your sensitive nipple, straightening up and towering her shadow over you again as you stare at her with clouded, darkened eyes.

"On your knees, doll," your mouth instantly goes dry, your breath catching for a few seconds as you stare at her, eyes wide.

"Can't you hear me? On. your. knees." Yolanda places a heavy hand on your shoulder, pushing you down until your bare knees meet the cold tiles covering the locker room floor. You swallow hard, but choose not to wait any longer, lifting your hands and pulling her black shorts down first, taking a few seconds to examine the wet stain on her red boxers and how huge her cock looks through the thin layer of fabric.

With trembling fingers, you hook the elastic of her underwear, pulling it down her legs, watching as her cock hits her stomach with a soft slap. Your eyes slide over her thick, sinewy length, your hands instinctively reaching out to wrap around the base, knowing you won't be able to take her all the way into your mouth. she's huge.

Your tongue darts out, gently licking her dripping head, earning a soft moan from her. "Don't tease."

You bite your bottom lip, sighing and opening your mouth wide enough to take her in, inhaling her musky scent and her cologne as you lower yourself onto her cock, moaning at the taste. She's so big that your jaw starts to go numb after just half a minute, but the desire to satisfy her is so much stronger.

With one hand stroking her base, the other gripping her hips, you hollow your cheeks, trying to take her as deep as you can, moving faster, then slower, varying the pressure to drive her crazy.

"Fuck, fuck, baby…" Garcia's eyes close unlike her mouth, filled with hoarse moans and occasional whines. She braces herself with one hand on the closet, leaning forward because she feels like she might fall from how well you're sucking her, how warm and perfect it is in your mouth.

"Damn, you're amazing," Yolanda says through clenched teeth, breathing raggedly and trying to grin as her free hand presses against your head, causing her sensitive tip to hit the back of your throat with every trembling thrust of her hips.

You can hear her breathing heavily and wheezing, trying to hold back her orgasm because she doesn't want to cum so quickly and seem so pathetic that she couldn't last two minutes in your mouth.

You pull away, earning a whiny sound from her. With both hands you squeeze and stroke her cock, never taking your eyes off hers for a second. "Cum. Cum all over my face."

Your mouth is parted, millimeters from her throbbing tip. Yolanda literally explodes at your words and the desire with which you utter them. With a loud moan, she rests her forehead on the crook of her elbow as thick ropes of sticky cum stain your face, landing in your waiting mouth, a few drops running down your chin and onto your tits.

You milk her dry, leaving nothing to escape, and then demonstratively swallow everything that lands on your tongue.

"Fuck," She pushes herself away from the closet, breathing heavily and wiping the beads of sweat that have formed over the past few minutes from her forehead. You rise slowly, holding onto her hips. Your knees ache, but you try to ignore it as you come face to face with her again.

Yolanda looks into your eyes with genuine lust, leaning forward and pulling you into another kiss, tasting herself on your tongue and licking up her cum. Her moans are hoarse, her breathing barely able to catch, and her head falls onto your shoulder.

"I need to be inside you," She whispers, her hand grabbing your thigh to reach under the fabric of your gym shorts, sloppily pulling them down along with your panties, helping you step out of them. Yolanda grabs your leg below the knee, pressing it to your chest, making you squeal in surprise at the stretch.

Her lips find your neck as she lines her sensitive cock with your pussy, pushing in with ease, making you both moan. Your walls squeezed her length so hard that she almost came that second.

"Fuck, you're tight," she murmurs into your neck, her fingers gripping your hip as she begins to thrust forward slowly, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, making you see stars and throwing your head back against the locker.

"Harder. Please…" You whisper, tears of desperation welling up in your eyes as you grip her shoulders and try to push your pelvis forward, taking her deeper. Garcia doesn't try to say a word, pressing your leg harder against your chest and starting to thrust forward hard enough that her hips leave red marks on your own, given the force with which she fucks you.

"You feel so good." She huffs and moans, trying to bite your neck harder, but can't even close her teeth because of how loud she is.

Her cock goes in you so deeply, hitting your cervix with every thrust. You can feel it bulging out of your tummy, forming a small lump that she presses against, causing your legs to shake.

"I'm close… Yolo, I'm so close…" You whisper and she leans down to capture your lips in another sloppy kiss, her hips stuttering and you feel her about to pull out. You grab her back with your hand, forcing her to stay inside, muttering about how you're on the contraceptives and how she needs to cum inside you.

Yolanda presses her whole body against you, slamming down as you cum at the same time, gasping in each other's mouths.

"Fuck," Garcia lets go of your leg, her body pressed against yours, her arms reaching out to hug your waist as you both try to catch your breath and stay on your feet.

"I owe you dinner for that blowjob."

[karaeilish]

• 𝓴𝓪𝓻𝓪 /     ꒰  eighteen ꒱ femme she/her russian sabrina carpenter girl ꕀ the pitt princess

❪ 엔젤 더스트 — made by angels ❫

masterlist ༝ blog rules ༝ character m.list      🩰

© 𝓴𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓮𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓱 est. october 2024

[karaeilish]

changing my pinned post bc it’s under CL review AGAIN

also boxer garcia fic coming today 🫰🫰🫰

[mckqys]

𝓖et around (to me)

𝓒asey novak x fem!reader

NSFW

warnings: slight intox, fingering, oral sex (reader receiving), soft dom! Casey, older!casey, cum eating, boobies, praise, hair pulling.

𝓣thinking about older!casey novak who talks you through it for your first time, you'd never been with a woman before but there was just something about her..

she was known for getting around, the stress of the job had to have an outlet somewhere, and casey's outlet just so happened to be earth shatteringly good sex. she was well known for making straight girls.. well not so straight, for the night at least. despite this she still maintained her air of authority, and some sense of control at work, or at least she did. until you.

you'd never really been one to participate in 'one night stands' but the way her hazel eyes skated over you from across the room like she was already undressing you with her eyes made you want to give it all up then and there and let her do whatever she wanted to your body.

at the bar that night after work, you found her across the bar, sipping at something top shelf and probably older than you, and the rest was a blur.

when you got to her apartment she took her time laying you down on her bed, her hands on either side of your head "you look so fucking perfect like this." She'd murmer as she pressed gentle kisses to your skin, leaving traces of her lipstick across your body as a reminder you're hers for the night.

she pushed up your shirt with one hand, palming your covered breast through the thin material with the other, pulling you into a kiss that steals your breath away, tongues intertwining in something so unholy you didn't even register the way she unhooked your bra with such an efficiency its almost impressive.

she pinched your nipple as she repositioned herself, moving further down your body, leaving a trail of kisses behind her. "Lift your hips for me, baby," she instructed, her voice husky as she pulled your trousers down your hips.

a smirk planted itself on her face as she saw the state of your underwear, the sensible cotton soaked with your slick, the inside of your thighs covered in a sheen of the same. "Fuck you're soaked" she said, making your face flush, trying to close your thighs around her, "No." She said sternly, "I never said it was a bad thing did I?"

She made quick work of discarding your underwear, too, leaving your bare under her gaze. "Colour?" She asked. It was simple, but it sent a wave of heat straight to your core. "Green," you replied shakily, the anticipation having found its way into your bones.

at first, she went slow, small laps of her tongue along your slit and a gentle suck on your clit but the way you writhed beneath her drove her insane. Her hands intertwined with yours as she continued, her thumb tracing circles across your sensitive bud, her other thumb tracing similar patterns on the back of your hand as she continued to eat you out like you were her last meal on deathrow.

your moans would be what kept her going, the firm muscle of her tongue dragging roughly through your cunt as her thumb moved faster, she can feel the way your gasping and pant all the way through you as your thighs shake around her head, threatening to suffocate her between your legs, and honestly she would die happy.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she knew you were getting close as soon as the mantra began to slip from your lips, thats when she changed tactics. Her mouth found your clit instead, sucking roughly on the sensitive bundle of nerves and her fingers filled your aching hole, scissoring inside of you. it wasn't until you tugged on her hair st the new stimulation that a filthy moan left her mouth, the vibrations went right through your core, head falling back in pure bliss and the coil in your stomach snapped.

she continued to fuck you through your orgasm before finally pulling away as the aftershocks died down. "you taste so fucking good baby" she rasped as she sucked your juices off of her fingers, then her mouth found yours once more, letting you taste yourself on her tongue.

MASTERLIST

[karaeilish]

oh casey novak you have no idea how bad i need you

[chrissv4mp]

hi, everyone.

this is most definitely not the message anyone was expecting to see from me right now, especially after everything i've been hyping up, and even more so due to the fact that i just returned. i've rewritten this quite a few times because i didn't want it to sound detached or scripted or like i'm trying to quietly slip away again without leaving everyone with some clarification. so, before i go down the long list of reasons i've made this decision, i'll just state in plainly:

this is me announcing my indefinite hiatus from tumblr.

i owe my community more honesty than anything when things like this to come to mind, and this past week has really settled the decision for me. i think, for a long time, i tried to push through and dance around something that didn't feel right anymore, hoping the spark of motivation and pure enjoyment would come back if i forced it hard enough, and sometimes it did. sometimes i'd get little sparks of motivation to write for something, get attached to the idea, and then inevitably forget or get bored of it. and that's not true motivation.

writing is still something i love—it really is. that part of me and my character hasn't gone anywhere, and i don't think it will for a while. but even with that, burnout is real, and it doesn't always show up as "i'm not really interested in this right now, so i'm stopping entirely." sometimes it looks like forcing yourself to create when it doesn't feel natural anymore, or trying to recreate a feeling that just isn't there at the moment and doesn't flow as smoothly as used to. sometimes you drift away from the things that once meant everything to you, but that doesn't mean they're gone forever—it just means you need space from them. i've been through this sort of feeling before, back when i was making my transition from wattpad to tumblr and had to relearn what writing really meant to me, how much joy it brought to me. this feels like a harder, more intense version of it, but still the same idea at it's core.

i also need to acknowledge the way i'm handling things and how this looks. i just came back, i made promises, i talked about ideas and pieces of work i was excited for, i let everyone believe big things were right around the corner... and now i'm disappearing again. i truly meant everything i said at the time. but that doesn't change the fact that i'm leaving again before any of that could actually come to fruition. it's not fair to hint at something coming "so soon" and then disappear.

i've caught myself doing that a lot in the past, and i don't want to go back to old, bad habits. that leaves people waiting for something that never comes, not how soon they were expecting at least, and i want to apologize wholeheartedly for that. none of you guys deserve to be left hanging like that, especially not twice.

another part of this message that i can't leave out is environment here lately. katsblr hasn't felt the same for a while now. there's been a shift—more tension, more arguments, more people going at each other, more pressure to be on the "right" side of things, more toxicity. it feels like everywhere you look, people are fighting, someone is trying to fix a problem bigger than they're capable of handling, someone else is lying, or doubling down, or pulling other people into the fire, and trying to exist in that space while also creating is exhausting. it got to a point where logging on felt more like a chore than the usual excitement i usually felt when coming on and interacting with the community. like i had to prepare myself for what was going to happen, or who was going to be fighting that day.

i think what affected me the most was realizing how much i was pretending to be fine with it. i was trying to keep up, trying to stay positive and keep in my own little corner of katsblr, trying to act like none of it was getting to me or my head when it absolutely was. wearing that kind of mask all the time drains more out of you than you realize at the beginning, especially when you're already dealing with burnout. the negativity didn't just stay here, either, it started bleeding into how i felt offline too.

because the truth is, when i stepped away for longer periods of time, things got much better. so much better it was noticeable by the people in my personal life. i felt lighter, more present. i started paying attention to what was actually happening around me instead of constantly checking in on here and trying to stuff myself into a box i didn't fit into. my life has been really good, and i don't say that lightly. i've been happier, less anxious, more grounded and active—and it made me realize how much of that anxiety was tied to being online, to tumblr specifically, to feeling like i always had to be active or engage in the movements people were trying to start.

so this is me choosing to step back entirely. like before, i'm not giving a set return date, or a "i'll be active to interact," just this long message. truthfully, i don't know when i'll be back, or what that even looks like if i make the decision to come back.

all i know right now is that this is what i need to continue on and be a better version of myself. i've really grown to dislike the internet, and that's becoming super apparent with how often i disappear, and that's really the message behind this entire thing. to whoever made it this far and took time out of their day to read this, thank you. thank you for reading my stories, supporting me, caring about my writing and me as a person at all. that's something i'll carry with me forever, even if i'm not here.

thank you,

amiyah.

[karaeilish]

🙏🫂

[karaeilish]

⠀ ꕀ ❛ 𝓜r && 𝓜rs 𝓜ckay ❜ 𝓬assie m𝓬kay ꒱ ｡

• ⟮ 𝓬assie x 𝔀ife & mom ! f 𝓻eader ⟯ ͏͏

𝓢ummary ੭﹕﹒your instagram stories if you and cassie had a child

[karaeilish]

Yolanda eating you out in an empty storage room as a punishment because you snapped at her during surgery in front of other residents 😫

⠀ ꕀ ❛ 𝓼ilen𝓬ed ❜ yol𝒶nda gar𝓬i𝒶 ꒱ ｡

female reader  ◞  smut  ◞  dom!garcia  ◞  “whore” used once  ◞  oral (r receiving)

"What the fuck do you think you've been doing?" Yolanda's gruff voice pierces the silence of the empty, quiet storage room. Your eyes widen in horror and panic as her gaze burns through you. You take a step back, trying to retreat, but your back immediately hits a rack of medical records, making a sickeningly loud sound.

"Yolo…" you say softly, looking up at her as she takes a step closer until your bodies are so close your chest is gasping for air.

"You think because I'm fucking you, you can talk to me like shit?" Garcia draws out each word, leaning down until her lips are an inch from your ear. "It was my damn surgery. My damn residents, watching how fucking brave Dr. "princess" is."

She smirks, but there's not a shred of sympathy in her eyes. Yolanda's hand falls to your neck, making you shudder from the cold of her fingers alone.

"You better stay quiet if you don't want the whole hospital to know what a whore you are."

Her knees hit the tiled floor with a dull thud, but even despite the sudden change in position, she still completely controls you with her presence alone. Her hands reach for the elastic of your scrubs, pulling them down along your legs, helping you step out of them completely.

Garcia admires your lace panties for a few seconds, but then slid them down so casually, leaving the fabric dangling from your ankle as she tossed it over her shoulder, unceremoniously burying her head between your legs with such possessive greed, as if she hadn't spent half the previous night in this position until you were literally forced to push her away.

Yolanda is rough, fast, but so damn perfect in her cruelty. Her tongue traces a long stripe across your dripping pussy, making her smirk and biting back a snarky comment because as much as she hates to admit it, she's addicted to your taste and won't let go under any circumstances.

Her fingers grip your hips with enough force to leave dents from her nails and bruises from her palms that will adorn your body for days to come.

She pushes her face further into your pussy, her tongue swirling around your sensitive clit, and her soft moans send vibrations through your body as you cover your mouth with one hand and pull her head closer with the other, until her rhythmic movements make your head spin, and pathetic sobs finally begin to escape your lips, unable to hold back as her tongue fucks your tight hole.