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LAWDDDDDDD

Boy ain’t nobody listening to you talk 😮‍💨

now let’s beat ucla for juju

NEVER EVER BITCH

NEVER WANNA HEAR Y’ALL TALK SHIT IN KAITLYN CHEN EVER AGAIN

½ introvert, ½ with the shits.

LAWD HAVE MERCY

SARAH MF STRONG BITCH🦅🦅🦅

Obsessed. ✷ Paige Bueckers

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Gf!reader

Summary: You’re obsessed with your girlfriend’s biceps!

Word Count: 400+ words

Disclaimer/s: none! just fluff :3

Vera’s Voice! very short but a whole lotta gay, thank you. ENJOY!!!!! Smirk. # I love my girlfriend

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the TV flickering against the walls. You weren’t really paying attention to the movie, though—not when Paige was lying beside you in nothing but a sports bra and sweatpants, her arm resting lazily across your waist.

You traced slow circles over her skin, your fingertips brushing the firm muscle of her bicep. You could feel it shift slightly whenever she moved, the definition unmistakable even in the relaxed way she held herself.

“You good?” Paige murmured, her voice low and amused.

“Mhm,” You hummed, letting your palm smooth over her arm. “Just admiring.”

Paige huffed out a quiet laugh, turning her head to look at you. “Admiring what, exactly?”

You squeezed lightly around the muscle, as if to make a point. “These,” you said simply, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

Paige rolled her eyes, but there was a smile tugging at her lips. “You’re so weird.”

You grinned, tilting your chin up to look at her. “Not my fault,” You chimed. “It’s unfairly hot.”

She gave a little shake of her head, but she didn’t stop you when you continued running your hands along her arm, mapping the shape of it with quiet fascination.

After a moment, a thought crossed your mind, and you sat up a little, reaching toward your nightstand.

Paige lifted a brow, watching as you rummaged through the drawer. “What are you doing?”

You pulled out a ribbon, soft and slightly worn from the countless times you’d tied it into your hair.

Twisting back toward her, you dangled it in front of her face with a mischievous look.

“I wanna try something,” You said.

Paige eyed the ribbon, then you, a slow smirk curving her lips. “Should I be concerned?”

You shook your head, looping the ribbon around the peak of her bicep and tying it into a neat little bow. “Okay,” you said, leaning back to admire your work.

“Now flex.”

Paige let out a quiet chuckle but did as you asked, raising her arm and tightening the muscle beneath the ribbon.

For a second, it held—but then, with a sharp snap, the fabric split apart, falling to the sheets.

You blinked, staring at it. Paige, meanwhile, had thrown her head back in laughter, shaking her head at you.

“Did you think that was gonna hold?” She teased.

You looked between her and the broken ribbon, “That..” You let out a breathless laugh of your own. “That was.. oh wow.”

Paige grinned, tugging you back down beside her, her arm wrapping around you again with ease. “Obsessed, much?”

You nuzzled into her, smiling against her shoulder. “Obviously,” You mumbled, your fingers finding their way back to her arm.

“Now flex again.”

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my dad, mocking that one hidalgo commercial: “there’s only one thing i hate more than losing, and that’s lesbians”

All roads unfortunately lead back to tumblr.

NEED THAT.

Mutuals changing their icons makes me feel like a child crying when their dad shaves his face bc they don’t know who he is

mf icon🔥🔥 i love paige bueckers

Hello, my love. Thank you for taking the time to read and support my works. I absolutely love reading your feedback and comments so keep them coming!

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cum in her in 3.14 seconds, call that a cream π 

The Olympics but high fashion by Wisdom Kaye

and, if you can’t get toasted pearl Couscous handpicked and blessed by a Moroccan shaman on the first tuesday of the winter harvest for your Sautéed Escarole then store bought is fine

Texts Kenji Sato would send you part 2

He's drunk in this one

Worth it

✧ ⁺˳ cw. fem! reader. husband nanami, whiney nanami, brēeding, cowgirl, mdni. adding to this

riding nanami so good that it makes him want to propose. focusing his weight purely on his rocking chair, the continuous creaks sing as you’re rutting back and forth. “s- sweetheart,” he slurs in a dreamy tune, a baritone-like rasp falling on his words. one hand of his grips toward your waist, tracing a thumb against the pretty curvature of your torso. whining yourself, you lean in toward his neck to bury your face near the crook, but he makes you collapse back. “no, no. don’t hide from me, wanna see those eyes,” and as gentle, mahogany irises meet your own, he groans. “good girl, my good girl. jus’ keep lookin’ at me, yeah.”

“kennnn,” you whimper, the repetitive dragging of your hips scratching a bittersweet carnal itch near the insides of your brain. his body heat was scorching hot, you thought you were gonna melt. the insatiable skin slapping against skin makes you deliriously numb, you want more. with your loose jaw hanging itself open, drooping—you lean in to lick a stripe up his neck. “fuck, ‘s good. mhm,” and each time you slam back and forth against him, he kisses his teeth. nanami’s sweating profusely, he barely even notices though because his entire attention’s focused on you. his pretty girl. although, the moment you start to dip your hips in a deep circular rotation, he tosses his head back.

“fuckin’ s- shittt,” he swears, and even his curses sounded so blissful . . sinful. for the first time in forever, nanami whines. the palm of his hand then closes in on your ass to give it a good firm squeeze. with fawn strands covering his eyes, he starts to shake. with his hefty chest heaving and a needy tone pouring from his voice, his gaze meets yours once more. “marry me, m- marry me, i need you to be my wife, please.”

an eyebrow of yours quirk upward at his words as a smile pierces its way against your spit-slicked lips. you throw your arms over his broad shoulders before giving him a sweet reply.

“hm?” and your hips had him going insane—the tempo, it was just right. not too fast nor too slow. the centers of your jittery knees bury itself into the sides of the chair before you whisper into his ear. “did you forget, baby? ‘m already your wife.”

nanami moans, your voice was enough to make him spasm right then and there—you sounded so sweet but your insides felt even sweeter.

your sloppy cunt grips against him tight like a vice, simply clinging onto him for dear life. within each pull and bounce against his lap, your walls were so gummy and goopy. it was just tantalizing. you were nothing but a tease and he only craved for more as each second passes.

taking in every inch of his thick cock, you hold back a noise yourself. digging the edges of your teeth into your bottom lip to suppress an incoming squeal, you kiss his neck — it was slow, you create a soft trail of butterflies with your lips. marking his neck with your own wings that press against your mouth.

“hah, oh . . are we?” he responds, panting. with a hand still glued to your hip like it’s made of adhesive, his eyes meets his ring finger. you and him were definitely still married. he groans, feeling a lump in his throat equivalent to the size of a saucer. “ah, forgive me sweetheart. ‘m sorry, y- your hips are just so..”

he doesn’t even bother trying to finish his trembling sentence before his cock kisses up against your g-spot once more. not just an ordinary kiss though, a french kiss.

it’s sloppy, passionate, and exquisitely thorough.

tangled fingers of yours claw at his cerulean blue dress collar. with cobwebs and cobwebs of slick saliva sloshing against each mouth — he huffs, shivering from your hands to roam further down his work shirt he wore. nanami was sexily slouched back, two thighs spread open for you with a single leg bouncing up and down in anticipation.

oh, he was close. his base sags and hangs as you’re rutting against him quicker and quicker. with a nice amount of fingers scraping through his hair and toying your fingertips with his scalp, you dip your tongue further into his mouth. “m- my love,” he purrs, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard him so whiney. his voice was melodic at most, each breaking syllable making the throbbing between your legs intensify. “don’t stop, please—i love you, i love you.”

“i love you too ‘ken,” you babble, feeling the elastic stretch curve and pull through your walls.

your lips part and you moan before feeling him hold your waist tight. nanami groans against your ear and it’s so low that it was almost a mere growl. it could have easily been mistaken as a growl with the raspiness in his voice. with your knees continuing to plow deeper into the chair, bouncing back and forth, he spanks you, again, and again, and again.

nanami’s about to come, you know once his prettily blown irises roll wayyy back until he’s seeing white and his thin brows curl into a proper furrow.

each sloppy bounce against his lap punctuates so good that he’s barely able to hold his moans back by now. you had him hooked. his faint poking dimples press together as he tries to speak, but instead of words, another dragging whine escapes. leaning up against his ear, your warm breath tickles his lobe. “c’mon, kento. cum in me, ‘s okay. make a mess in me, baby.”

“f- fuck, lee talk to me just like that, sweetheart ‘n i might,” he replies back in a shaky tone, feeling a chill reside up his spine.

your cunt’s addictive warmth was preparing to milk him for all that he’s worth. as he clenches down on his jaw for the umpteenth time, his grip against your waist tightens. “ugh, ‘s gonna be so much. so much for you, my sweet l- love,” and as he’s rambling, a thick load abruptly shoots into your core, dribbling into your womb. it’s hot, and when it rains it pours. nanami swallows thickly, the same lump that lived in his throat was now forming into a ball. your hips steadily slow down and you glance down to see the lewd mess emitting deeply into you. it’s so much—it’s velvety, creamy ropes of cum that quickly fill you up to the very top. as his tip spits such sloppy amounts of seed into your starved cunt, he bites his lip. “oh, ‘s still comin’ out. forgive me, ‘m givin’ you all of me, princess.”

with a soft smile, you kiss near the crevice of his mouth where a tiny crinkle caresses and marinates against his soft features. “don’t apologize for being dirty, ken. ‘s okay.” and his face softens at your words. nanami feels his body shudder with heat from how gentle you were with him.

you’re clinging onto him dry and he’s still pumping you full of ridiculous inches—featuring his beloved, syrupy textured cum. it’s a whopping amount that he could barely process how much he’s gifted to you until he actually looks down. the moment chest deflates, the sensitive crown head of his cock gives your sweetest spot its final chaste kiss. satisfied with being filled to the very brim, you don’t get off just yet. instead, you remain there, gently brushing your hips forward.

“m- marry me,” he repeats, his voice cracking.

nanami hears the squelches and spurts your own pussy makes from the residue of cum spewing from the undersides of your legs. “ah,” and he grips your chin, attempting to kiss you but his lips instead reach toward your chin. you worn him out, he’s barely even reaching your mouth and it’s cute. nanami’s got hooded half lidded eyes and a pried open mouth. he’s almost drooling for you, that’s how whipped you had him. “be my wife, i need you.”

kissing his cheek, you smile at his current pussy drunken state. taking a mental image to savor this moment forever, a thumb brushes its way against his tender cheek. “i'm your wife already, silly,” and his eyes dramatically roll back in rapture again. nanami’s releases always last long, and he’s still getting over it. his dick twitches from the sound of your voice, and he wanted more of his sweet sweet wife. the feeling of your sopping walls squeezing him for every ounce of cum he’s got makes him grunt. it feels so good that it’s almost heavenly. it’s warm and insanely sticky — oozing in ropey wads from your hole before trickling all near his lap. “all yours, ken.”

“all m- mine,” he repeats breathlessly, gently grabbing your wrist up to his mouth.

with a sheepish exhale leaving his lips, a free hand slithers its way toward your tummy. sighing deeply, nanami makes direct eye contact. “my love,” he repeats for a final time, and you gasp once he suddenly pulls out.

pouting for a second at feeling empty, he makes you lie flat on your back. nanami’s got a feral look in his eyes, broad shoulders raising up and down and messy unkempt strands all in his face, he wants one thing tonight and it’s you.

as he spreads your quavering legs open with a single hand, he then creeps two fingers toward your stuffed cunt to smear his cum near your entrance. “since we’re already married, let me g- give you a baby, sweetheart. you’d be such a good m- mommy.”

consequences

levi ackerman x fem reader

cw;

mdni, masochism (???), spanking, overstimulation, rough and aggressive sex..

an;

levi is a canon brat tamer and you can't tell me otherwise. also, BIG thank you to @m8tchalatte for being my editor, lysm. this fic was kinda rushed so my apologies beforehand.

You were on round three. And it didn’t look like he was going to stop. You’ve put him in a sour mood and you knew damn well what the consequences were. Levi was going to fuck an apology out of you one way or another.

Cunt raw, indentations on your ass, tears streaming down your reddened face as your body trembled with each thrust. Your incoherent, cathartic pleas of ‘I’m sorry’s and ‘I won’t do it again’s reverberate through the room which only added fuel to his fire.

“Stop. Fucking. Crying.” His voice is gruff, his hands moving up from your hips before he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking it so you met his hungry gaze. His cock pressed a deeper angle, sliding and squeezing roughly against your walls causing your back to arch further.

You tried scooting away, trying to retract from him but it’s futile—only to be met with a painful slap on your ass making you wince.

“Tch. Can’t handle this dick can you?” He mocked, rutting his hips against your slick heat. You cried in pain and pleasure—you couldn’t make out which. “Fuckin’ pathetic.”

“Please..” You manage to wheeze out, screeching. Your mouth agape as a thin trail of saliva hangs from your lips. “I swear, I won’t-”

He smacks you again. Hard. And you’re still shaken from the last.

The visceral heat in his steel grey eyes is unmistakable. He’s eager to see you crumble; eager to ravish, to push that pretty body of yours to its limits as if you haven’t reached them already.

“Come for me, baby, come on.” He urges under his breath, forcing himself into you.

You bite your lip, resisting an orgasm. After everything that happened, you’re not giving him the satisfaction. Though, try as you might—every effort and every breath you held didn’t stop you from being dangerously on edge. Damn it.

Levi knows you; he knows that you’ll cum for him one way or another—and it’s evident in the way his free hand rubbed tormenting circles on your sore clit.

Gone was the sliver of resistance you had within you. Your walls spasm, and you shatter pathetically in your puddle of tears.

“Jesus — fuck!” He grunts harshly, his groin pressed firmly against yours. He brings his hand up again, digging his fingers into your soft, supple flesh as you climax sweetly on his cock once more. Your mouth hangs open, breathless is an understatement.

What was an agonising session, Levi finally pulled out of you. Ass up, shoulders on the bed, your shaking arms that failed to support you sprawl behind your back. He took a moment to scrutinise the vulnerable state you were in; cum overfilling you as it trailed down your thighs.

A prideful smirk curls up Levi’s lips, but it’s quickly replaced with one of authority. His hands find their way to your waist, flipping you over to lie on your back. He admires your tear-stained face, your plump, quivering lips.

"Are you gonna listen to me now? Have you learnt your lesson?” He clamoured, his fingernails clawing onto your waist. “Yes!” A tearful moan escaping your lips. “Yes, yes, please! I’m sorry!”

He takes a sharp breath, seemingly hesitant of your answer. But he’s pushed you enough for now. He finds you adorable like this, all cummed out for him.

“That’s it, that’s my girl.” He muttered, brushing a few strands of drenched hair away from your face. “Let me see that pretty face.”

Levi gives you a soft peck on the cheek, moving closer to your level. He runs a hand through your hair, his breath swelters against your ear.

“Are you really sorry though?” He teases, his tone carrying an abrasive nature. He knows you are.

You nod profusely, chewing on your lower lip. Your tears and sniffles subsiding as he caresses your cheek gently.

“You better be.” Levi jeers playfully, stroking the top of your head, “Don’t ever do that again, sweetheart. Understood?"

an;

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daddy issues (M)

PAIRING: Johnny (NCT) + reader (female)

GENRE: fake dating; the title speaks for itself; smut

SUMMARY: The moment you saw Johnny on his motorcycle in all black leather, you knew he was just what you needed to exact revenge on your holier than thou parents. Surprisingly enough, Johnny has the personality of a cloud and the longer you pretend to date him, the more you realize he brings out the best in you.

WARNINGS: mild language; recurring alcohol use and brief mentions of marijuana and cigarettes; potentially triggering elements that involve negligent parents; explicit sexual content

NOTES: 19k words; listening to daddy issues by the neighbourhood; this is a one-shot, there will be no sequels; check the masterlist in my description for other one-shots in this collection; happy reading!

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