bisexual cis fem with bpd. Darkshiper just zero incest that exceeds my moral. If you're mad at me block me especially if you're American, European or Israeli can't lead with wannabe oppressed people I already have too much with my Zionist president.
When I get bored of my fictional or celebrity crushes I always come back to Derek's character maybe because he's the only who is morbid enough not in a sexual way but in a gore way
His room smells like weed, sweat, and cologne, the kind that clings to every surface. Posters half-torn on the wall, empty cans scattered across the desk, rumpled sheets like he’s never once thought about making the bed. And now he’s got you on it, flat on your back, thighs pinned open with his hands like he owns you.
“Fuck—look at you,” Derek laughs, loud and unrestrained, fratboy through and through. His voice drips arrogance, but there’s hunger under it, the kind that makes his pupils blown wide. “Knew you’d fold the second I got you up here. All shy downstairs, now you’re spread out for me like you’ve been waiting all week.”
You try to look away, but he grabs your chin, forcing your gaze back to him. His grin widens.
“Don’t go hiding. I wanna see your face.”
He pushes in hard, no patience, no warning. You gasp, body arching, and he laughs again deep, raw, like the sound fuels him. He sets a brutal pace from the start, the mattress squeaking against the floorboards with every thrust. His grip bruises your hips, dragging you down to meet every snap of his body.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he groans, forehead pressing to yours for a second before he pulls back, biting at your throat. “Take it, mutt. You’re mine now. All these frat boys downstairs? They can hear how good I’m fucking you...bet they’re jealous as hell.”
Your nails scrape down his back, but it only spurs him on. He grabs your legs, hooking them over his shoulders, folding you up until you can barely breathe. His thrusts go deeper, harder, every angle hitting where it makes your vision go white.
“You feel that?” Derek pants, sweat dripping down his temple. “That’s me. All of me. Gonna fuck you so deep you’ll never forget it nobody else’ll ever measure up.”
He doesn’t let up, not until you’re shaking under him, not until his name is a broken sound in your throat. When he finally spills inside you, it’s with a feral groan, collapsing down heavy on top of you, his laughter warm and ragged against your skin.
“Fuck…” he mumbles, teeth grazing your ear. “Better get used to this bed, mutt. You’re not sleeping anywhere else.”
Another pair of favorites. 💕 I’ve been really enjoying maximalism, even though I know it’s not for everybody. Just trying to separate my moodboards from others in some way.
I really love this ship! It was my first UD wlw ship so it’ll always hold a special place in my heart. Also Sam canonically saying “Ashley can be such a delicate flower” lives rent free in my subconscious. It’s cut dialogue BUT STILL.
My fandoms are so fcking different from each other like yeah there's this one where you get kidnapped by some serial killers and there's this one about a girl surviving a zombie apocalypse and oh yes this one about ww2
might get stoned after this IDC but I'm ON MY KNEES for Arvo y'all don't understand this is NOT ragebait I genuinely love him and I'll defend him with cape and sword but there's no content about him only poor written Wattpad fanfics from 2014 💔
Does anyone in the squid game fandom know if there's any No-Eul x Gyeong-Seok fanfic or does anyone even ship them because she literally risked her life to save another's man child and no one seems to care.😭 (not to mention Gyeong-Seok being a 'stay at home dad' and No-Eul being a Malewife it's cute 💔)
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