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I wanna be her controversially younger gf so bad anyways expect more Rachel McAdams fics from me sheâs so fine
sophieâs instagram postâŠâŠhow is she not embarrassed?? iâm sorry đđ
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Which fic should I finish
Regina George x r x Lottie Matthews (sadomasochism)
Ethel Cain x masculine!r (gunplay)
I changed my mind Iâm making it Regina George x r x Charlotte Alden
Which fic should I finish
Regina George x r x Lottie Matthews (sadomasochism)
Ethel Cain x masculine!r (gunplay)
ethel cain is currently performing at coachella
Need her violently, need her desperately, need her biblically, need her irrevocably, need her effervescently, need her so bad I will debase myself need her so bad I will leave EVERYTHING behind
should I write for Ethel Cain đ€€
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đđșđđđđđđ ïŒshauna shipman/reader
đŒđ ïŒnsfw, fingering (r!receiving), primal play, non con, knife play, blood, dacryphilia, slapping, no foreplay or aftercare . . #sorry, degradation, not rly proofread :p
đđđđđđđđ ïŒyou draw the queen card, fearing for your life, but it seems like shauna wants to do more than kill you . .
the fallen autumn leaves cracked under your bare feet with each hard thump on the ground. the sky was dimming with the sunset, giving you a small hope for your life as you could more easily blend into the incoming night. you were the one to draw the queen, feeling nothing but impending dread knowing what waits for you in mere minutes.
the rest of the woods felt quiet, the only noise through your ears being your heart pounding out of your chest. at this rate, it could probably be heard through the trees if anyone listened carefully enough. the light snap of a tree branch on the floor caused your head to quickly swivel in the direction of the noise, only to find yourself tackled onto the ground before you could process anything happening.
âi fucking got you, bitch,â a familiar voice spat from above you. shauna shipman had her legs pressed firmly on either side of your thighs, pinning you down into the dirt. her slightly dull pocket knife rested on your throat, ready to apply pressure at any moment. your chest tightened at the sight of her, her eyes filled with a deep, sickening bloodlust. her hands roughly gripped your jaw, turning your face to the side as she began digging her hungry teeth into your neck. the unexpected sensation made your body jolt, heart palpitating from the feeling of it all. she mumbled angrily under her breath between every drag of her canines into your pulse point. at this point, her knife had slowly made its way down to your stomach, the blade just barely touching the bare skin from under your shirt.
your lungs expanded deeply with each bit of contact her mouth and hands made with your body. you could barely comprehend the scenario you were now in. shaunaâs fingers continued to grip tightly onto her knife, dragging it along your waist while her teeth bit into you. it was all so fucked up, but you couldnât deny how wet you could now feel yourself growing. she had finally pulled her face away to marvel at the amount of rough marks now painted on your skin. a smug smirk plastered itself onto her face, using her thumb to wipe off the small amount of blood she had drawn from you.
it felt like all you could do in a situation like this was stare at herâ like a deer caught in headlights. she glared down at you under her, still straddling your legs to hold you in place. she looked like she could devour you right then and there, and you both know she would.
suddenly, a sharp pain rose from your abdomen, making you yelp out in pain. her blade had dug so slightly into your side, leaving a short but deep slit on your skin. tears welled in your eyes from the sensation, only worsening in embarrassment when you felt the girl above you laughing pitifully at you. âoh, shut the fuck up,â she rolled her eyes, tossing the knife off into the detritus of leaves on the ground surrounding you. the cut dribbled blood down your waist, bleeding slowly into the dirt. her fingers traced along the wound, letting another smirk display on her face in awe.
her hands glided down your body, tracing over the slit just one more time before lowering her fingers to your clothed heat, feeling a deep, wet spot combined with a gentle throb, making her laugh at you mockingly. âjesus, are you seriously fucking wet right now?â, she scoffed, circling your clit with her thumb roughly. long, slender fingers trace along the fabric of your undergarments, tutting at the contemptibility of your arousal. your heart continued to race in your chest, pulse echoing through your own ears.
a sudden, harsh breeze hit your core, forcing you to snap your head up and look down at where her hands worked. shauna had roughly ripped the underside of your panties, leaving you completely exposed to her ravenous eyes. she licked her lips at the delicious sight, gathering slick from you with her contrasting cold fingers. your chest heavily rose and fell with each touch of her hands on your body. the anxiety from her unknown motives kept your head spinning. was she here to kill you or what?
âdonât make a fucking sound,â her dark eyes met yours before two long, thin digits abruptly slid into your messy hole, forcing a loud yelp from your throat. her wrists snapped in and out of you so easily, repeatedly thrusting from her knuckles to the ends of her fingers. her pace was absolutely brutal, and she did not hold back on the roughness of her movements. desperate whines forced their way out of your throat, tears glossing your eyes while she relentlessly pounded into you.
the tips of her fingers angled up, prodding at your g-spot at a brutal pace. her abrasive thrusts filled your eyes with harsh tears which streamed down your face while you sniffled helplessly under her. through your constant whines, you managed to cry out her name, choking on every syllable. her hand immediately struck your cheek, leaving a harsh print on your face. the impact snapped your face sideways, prickling even more tears in your eyes which coated your face and cheeks.
the view she had of you was pathetic; snot ran down your chin while you helplessly weeped, eyes blown out from just how much you cried below her. the pace of her hands never ceased their unyielding drive into you. as shameful as it was, you couldnât help but love what was happening to you, and quickly felt an orgasm approaching. your stomach fluttered with pressure, begging to be relieved through your climax. her eyes moved up your body to meet your misty eyes, switching her movements to roughly massage the spongy bit of your insides. her shift in rhythm quickly made your entire body tense, legs convulsing around her wrist while your back arched away from the leaves beneath you. the pleads and cries for shauna that exited your mouth were incomprehensible and just came out like desperate babbles.
just as quickly as it had started, you began to come down from the peak of your climax, chest heaving with heavy breaths. shauna heedlessly pulled her fingers out of your abused hole, making you whine out, knowing how little sheâd care.
her dark eyes stared back down at you one last time, almost as if she was analyzing you. your heart still quivered tightly within your rib cage, unsure if this was your last moment or not. without a word, shauna lifted herself back into her feet and coldly inspected your half naked, scarred body one more time before actually deciding to speak, âyouâre lucky.â
SOMNO GP!LOTTIE X AFAB!R
summary: itâs so cold in the cabin and Lottieâs dick is just so hard
tags/warnings: masturbation, somno, gp!lottie, perverted Lottie, dryhumping, oral r recieving, dubcon but a bit noncon, p in v sex
a/n: finally getting to this đ
Can we judge Shauna for going crazy after Jackie's death? I mean, look at her
Meeeeeeowwwww
no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, pussy throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy,moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking,
idk if thatâs been done before, but film director adult van and controversially younger actress reader fucking in a dressing room⊠maybe van is married and reader is definitely louder than she should but van doesnât stop her
» adult!van palmer x fem!reader.
â warning: actress!reader & director!van no-crash au. nsfw content. mdni. cheating. age gap relationships. semi-public sex. dirty talk. strap-on usage (reader!receiving).
two minutes until youâre supposed to be out there, and yet youâre nowhere near ready to deliver. now, given that youâre currently bent over and exposed from the waist down, with your hair, makeup, and the other half of your costume still missing, this seems like the least of your concerns. besides, itâs not like your director will be out there in time, eitherâŠ.all you have to do is lift your gaze to the mirror to find van, whose hands have flipped up the skirt the costume designers had put you in, and are now working at unbuckling her own belt in a hurry. âfucking hell,â she mumbles, flashing you a quick grin once sheâs finally managed to tug it free and toss it aside. her pants come loose & drop to the floor around her ankles, revealing a prominent bulge in her boxers. so you werenât mistaken when youâd thought youâd seen something in her crotch earlier, and spent the rest of your morning fantasizing about all the things van could (and inevitably would) do to you, right up until the moment youâd dragged her into the dressing room. thankfully, it hadnât taken more than a few sloppy kisses for van to be persuaded: sheâd spun you around the second she slid the lock into place, which is precisely how you ended up here, bent over with your ass flush to her front.
so much for this being the âlast time,â as sheâd claimed when you last did this, and the time before that, and the time before that, too. you know just as well as van does that you should not be doing this at all: if it came out that vanessa palmer was sleeping with one of her coworkers on the set of her own film, both of your careers (as well as her marriage) would be fucked for the foreseeable future. it doesnât seem to concern van all that much: sheâs finished fumbling with the waistband of her boxer shorts and promptly kicks your legs further apart. you gasp as she sinks her fingers into your hair & pushes your upper body onto the desk to keep you from watching her in the reflection, your cheek pressing against the tabletop.
how the two of you fuck will, more often than not, depend on the circumstances & the amount of time you have without risking being caught. right now, you suppose that itâs one of those occasions where, while you both know you shouldnât, van simply canât keep her hands to herself and needs to fuck you rough & hard before going on about her day so nonchalantly youâve come to admire it: youâd think she was the actress, given the act she can pull off immediately after, as if she hadnât been knuckle-deep inside you mere minutes ago.
you feel yourself squeeze down around nothing when the crotch of your panties is pulled aside and the air hits your bare cunt, cold where your arousal has already soaked through. âfuckâŠâ van groans from behind. both her hands come down to part your asscheeks, clearly pleased with all the wetness that has gathered there & makes you glisten for her. again, you can feel your walls clench, eliciting another chuckle from van at the sight. âyeah?â she mustâve leaned in (though you wouldnât know, bent over like that) her voice right by your ear all of a sudden. âyou need this pretty pussy filled?â two of her fingers have stayed between your thighs, and now part your folds as they slowly drag through them.
âfuck!â you yelp, pushing your hips back into the touch. âmhm, yes! yes, god-â if youâd known youâd be begging like this for the woman you first met at your callback for the auditionsâŠâŠhell, if you, still so new to the industry in comparison, had known van would someday be touching you like this, you doubt you wouldâve had the guts to show up at all.
âshhh,â she hushes, withdrawing her fingers only to wrap them around the base of the dildo and run its silicone tip through your cunt instead. again, you instinctively press back into the toy, gasping as its thick head bumps against your clit. âyou want this?â
âyes!â at this point youâre just mindlessly rolling your hips between vanâs body, flush to yours, and the edge of the desk, desperate for any sort of friction. âvan, please, i need you to f-â your words trail off, ending in a high pitched gasp when the tip of her cock, then the whole length of it, suddenly breaches your entrance and slides inside in one smooth thrust. the stretch forces the air from your lungs, yet you can only cry out and take it, entirely at vanâs mercy: she keeps you spread open for her, the fucking wedding ring cool where it presses into the flesh of your ass as she starts grinding her hips.
you have no idea how van does it, but somehow every single thrust forces the dildo right against your g-spot from a perfect angle, your knees buckling in no time while van keeps going at that fast pace sheâs set; pulling back until only the tip remains notched inside, then pushing the whole length of her cock in again. the sound of skin slapping against skin can probably be heard through the door to the dressing room, if your moans arenât too loud to cover it up, and you know you should tone it down for both your sakes, but the thrill of the risk youâre taking has you clenching tighter around vanâs dick as it bottoms out.Â
youâve got a white knuckle grip on the deskâs edge (which is a problem in itself, with how it bangs into the wall) when her hand comes up again, grabbing a fistful of your hair to force your entire upper body up and against her front. at least you can see your reflection again, but the second your eyes land on yourself, you immediately wish they hadnât: youâre a fucking mess, thatâs what you are, and youâre so going to have to head to hair and makeup once youâre done here. if the producers or whoever else would be responsible for that donât immediately fire you for sleeping with van, that is.
âyou need to beâŠfuck.â she pants through gritted teeth, the sentence never going anywhere. âhere,â van says, squeezing one of your legs to hoist it up onto the tabletop. your eyes widen in the mirror when this new position leaves you completely exposed, vanâs gaze instantly fixed on your cunt where it opens up for her from this angle. like this, you can both see how stretched out around her you are, the toyâs shaft glistening with your wetness, coated from root to tip every time van pulls it back. it also lets her reach much deeper than before, making you gasp and squirm as you try to fuck yourself on the dildo by rolling your hips back against it.
with how loud youâre being, van should, rationally, just cover your mouth or make you suck on her fingers, yet instead she brings her hand between your spread legs. while her thighs slap against your ass and she keeps ploughing into you, her fingers easily find your swollen clit and start rubbing it in sync with her thrusts, a combination that has you seeing stars. âoh fuck, oh fuck!â you nod your head, both eyes closed as you feel the heat of an imminent climax forming in your abdomen.Â
âthatâs it,â van praises. âgood girlâŠâ your jaw drops uselessly, all that praise making you even dizzier. or perhaps itâs the silicone dildo, hammering against your fucking cervix. either way, it has you gushing around van, thighs trembling where theyâre forced apart so her fingertip can keep circling your clit.Â
âplease, van, please, iâm gonna- youâre gonna make me-â all those words only serve to spur van on further. she fucks you harder, pushing you towards the edge without a care in the world. you know you need to be quieter, but if van notices all those obscene sounds tearing from your throat, she either doesnât care or has ndas ready to be signed by whoever overhears. for now, her main focus seems solely on making you come. âthatâs it,â she pants. âthatâs it, come on, come for me.â
â APERTURE || PROFESSOR!JACKETS X FEM!READER
A/N: thereâs been already idea like that on tumblr but unfortunately the author isnât active now, however I wanted to give a shout out to her. if you know, you know. part two is very much possible too!!
SUMMARY: secret relationship with your professor? woah, you really have no shame. fluff. smut. college au. characters in their 30âs (probably)
WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF NSFW â MDNI
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