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i just kept spinning and i danced myself to death

[all films are listed in the youtube description]

#women in horror

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Late night with the Devil (2023)

#late night with the devil #my aesthetic

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Rogue by Carmen Carnero

#rogue #x-men #carmen carnero

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non-sickos and non-freaks DNI

#oohh these are cute !!

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enough about taylor swift already. reblog and tag the smallest, least known artist you listen to

#chelsea wolfe #and king dude

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Dude what is going on the JJK fandom?? People are stealing other people’s work?!? Lowkey scared cause like we are too grown for this mess

#jjk smut #jjk fandom #deadass I am worried about #ari gets personal

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you know me better than anyone has ever known me, and i dare say the same is true for me about you.

#our flag means death #blackbeard #izzy hands #lowkey wanted them to be together

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“Often father and daughter look down on mother together. They exchange meaningful glances when she misses a point. They agree that she is not bright as they are, cannot reason as they do. This collusion does not save the daughter from the mother’s fate”

#succession #i’m speechless

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Waking up | Kylo Ren x Reader Smut

Waking up | Kylo Ren x Reader Smut One Shot. 18+. MINORS DNI.

Word count: 1.17K

Content warning: fem!reader x Kylo; zero plot just smut, piv (unprotected), a bit sleepy I guess?, fainting mentioned

Author’s note: This is a 'hey, I'm alive' short shot (although I do have a cold). Next part of Insufferable in the works, meanwhile I hope you enjoy this one ;)

Y/N woke up in the middle of the night.

She didn't remember much. Last night, there was a fight, a scramble with the Resistance somewhere at the base, and she fainted amidst the chaos. It was Kylo who took her into his own arms and, after Y/N had been checked by the medics, brought her to his own chambers. She came to in his arms, and slept in them later on, feeling safer than ever before. It was their first time feeling each other's bodies up close, and despite the exhaustion of the battle, other things did come to their minds. After a day they both spent on exchanging tense glances, as if unsure if they should act on their desires, she fell asleep again… But not for long.

Kylo was sitting in the armchair next to the bed with his shirt open, reading something on his datapad despite the late hour. When he saw her stir, however, he immediately set it aside.

"Finally," he said with clear relief, setting the black, silky sheets aside. Y/N slowly rubbed her eyes, trying to make them work after the nap. She almost felt like she woke up in another dimension.

"Come here," he said quietly, then kissed her gently on the lips as if waking the Sleeping Beauty. Y/N smiled at that, but she knew it was barely scratching the surface. Such light kisses were not what Kylo was known for.

"Do you ever sleep?" she asked as she kept on rubbing her eyes. Kylo let out a short chuckle and soon enough, his hands were on her, unable to stay at his sides.

She suddenly felt him starting to unbutton her shirt. She didn't oppose, quite the contrary - she was grateful, because she felt like she was sweating excessively from the heat of the nap, and yet her pounding head remembered that she had absolutely nothing on under her shirt.

Kylo seemed to have noticed it at the same time. When she felt that nothing was covering her chest anymore, she heard his heavy breathing. It happened and she couldn't even hide behind her hair. Y/N almost jumped when she felt his icy cold hand between her breasts. He didn't even have his gloves on.

"Don't worry, you're safe… Can you breathe normally?" he asked with genuine concern, so different from his usual demeanour.

"Definitely not now," she replied, gasping for breath. He felt her heart beating beneath his hand and he couldn't explain why he couldn't take his hand away. He moved it slightly to the left breast, which had consequences for both of them.

The excitement surged through them with redoubled force. Y/N unconsciously tightened her grip on the sheets, lifting her legs just a little.

"Your heart is beating too fast," Kylo gasped, and then she finally managed to open her eyes. Kylo's huge frame was leaning over her, without his helmet, and he was piercing her with such eyes that made her feel small and completely exposed.

"If you keep on doing this… It will," she looked at his hand, still on her bare breast, "it will beat even faster."

Another shiver ran through her, and a strange, tingling sensation appeared in her lower abdomen. Kylo slowly, with little pressure, moved his hand from her breast, along her belly, to the waistband of her pants. He pulled it down and, although she couldn't see it from her position, it was too low for any decency.

The situation was clear to both of them: the tension that had been growing between them for a long time was finally going to explode. He froze in that position for a moment.

"Do you feel okay?" he whispered.

She looked at his hand, then back at him with a soft smile.

"I do… But you could make it better."

A new wave of excitement washed over both of them as Kylo climbed back onto the bed and hovered over her.

He used the Force to take her clothes off of her after she gave him an encouraging nod. Soon, there was no turning back. She lay before him, fully exposed, shackled by so many emotions she couldn't shake off. Something stirred in Kylo as he stared at her shamelessly, admiring what he had revealed. He had been thinking about this moment ever since he met her years ago.

He raised both of his hands to place them on either side of her, keeping himself comfortably above her. He could see that she liked it as she ogled him from underneath, trying to catch a glimpse of his partially exposed chest.

When Kylo lowered himself to kiss her once again, everything around them disappeared. Flesh began to rub against flesh, and their hearts began to beat in the same rhythm. Y/N buried her hands in his hair, and with one hand he lifted her by the waist, holding her as close to him as possible. When the frenzy subsided enough for her to regain some rational thought, after what felt like an eternity, she tore her mouth away from him and pulled his head towards her.

"I want you, Kylo," she whispered straight into his ear. She made Kylo feel things that he never thought were possible.

He moved closer to her ear, brushing his lips against it and whispered, "You'll get what you want."

He removed the hand that was supporting her waist and moved it to her right knee. He slowly moved one of her legs to the side, then did the same with the other. There was another burst of emotions, and she clutched the sheets again. She closed her eyes, waiting for him to move.

He used the Force again, this time to get rid of his own pants. Y/N knew he was ready and she couldn't wait. Everything else was forgotten, the only thing that mattered to them was the other person. Kylo moved his hand under her waist again to lift her a little, and placed his other hand on the headboard of the bed. He lowered himself, she moaned, and the clock struck midnight. He filled her up to the brim, much larger than she was, able to hold her like a doll. She didn't even expect him to feel half as good as he did.

Kylo waved a hand, putting out all the lights in the room. Their other senses went crazy. He couldn't believe the effect her moan had on him when he jerked forward for the first time. The lack of light captured the imagination of both of them, stirring the blood in their veins.

No one could hear those heavy breaths, moans and whispers, the rustle of the sheets, not even the moon was a witness to them, hidden somewhere behind the clouds from which white fluff was falling. It was just the two of them, darkness and pleasure like they had never experienced before.

And Y/N had a feeling it wasn't the last time she could wake up to this.

#kylo ren smut #kylo ren #perfection

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cycle of abuse fans when the poison drips through

#succession

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Interview with the Vampire (1994)

#interview with the vampire #toxic relationship

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#my aesthetic

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Reblog so everyone can hear what they need.

#for my fanfic writers

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Vegas x reader when?

‘ VEGAS BABY: I WANNA RIDE ! ’

ᡴꪫ‎ sum. you decide to visit las vegas! there, you meet up with a literal girl named vegas—she’s pretty, and walking around with a strap that’s a bit too long for her own good, oops!

wc. 10.6k

warnings. reader x vegas (THE GIRL NOT THE CITY), unprotected sex, she has a strap on, said strap on is like 36 inches and multicolored, thigh riding, spit, she has nipple piercings, overstim, brat!vegas, spanking, fucking on a slot machine

“. . . so,” vegas coos, leaning against the wall with a sly smile. you weren’t from here—las vegas, nevada. it was your twenty first birthday and since you were a simple tourist, why not visit your very first casino? the woman notice how you shift your weight, swiping a thumb against your empty shot glass. she fiddles with the sheeny silver hoops that dangle from her ears before humming. “are you a newcomer?”

“yeah, something like that,” you mumble, avoiding eye contact—she had such a gaze, a soft smile with freckles that bridge over her nose. “are you from here?” and then you look at her shirt near the very right, a tag that reads off the name of ‘VEGAS.’ “oh, uh vegas?”

she giggles. “no, that’s just a name. i’m actually from barbados.”

“you’re from barbados and your name is ve—”

“anyways!” she ahems, “come here,” and she lightly tugs on his hand. “i know a secret on how to win every machine here, heh.”

“v—vegas, nevadaaaaa, nghhhhh.”

“it’s vegas, not nevada baby.” she giggles, strumming a hand down your spine— she takes in your body as she’s bottoming out with her overly large strap. you’re so soaked, feeling her touch warm up every inch of your body. “oh, i don’t think i ever got your name.”

you pant, reaching down to touch yourself but she gingerly smacks your hand away.

“it’s um— (whatever your name is! i’d rather die that write the word Y/N i’m sorry man LMAOO)”

“ooh, cute,” she snickers before softly caressing the mounds of your ass. “oh my god, you know what would be cuter though?” she teases, suddenly pulling out. you pout— feeling yourself be not so full and she flips you over. you shrug, and she leans in to kiss your neck. “you said you wanted to top me earlier, huh? so how about you put me in my place.”

you gulp at her. “really? but—”

“hold that thought, i have to post a toji fic,” she cheeses— reaching for her phone, and you stare as she opens the site called tumblr. vegas laughs, “damn, thirty drafts that’ll probably never get posted. aw man.”

“v—vegas,” you whine, pawing at her to put her phone down.

she giggles. “oh! sorry baby, here, i’ll bend over. be extra rough too, i like the mean shit.”

part two?

#vegas x reader #okay I love this!! #like Megan thee stallion said: Your honor I’m a freak bitch

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Gonna shake some ass to Nekrogoblin & Dethklok my metal baddies

#ari gets personal #going to a concert to see DETHKLOK!! #im so excited!!! #catch me in the pit twerking!?

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I just wanted to draw fem-Hux in a pair of Louboutins… but then a First Order Criminal Organization AU happened. [Inspired by this post]

Bonus:

#star wars #kylux #okay but why..why am I seeing Shiv from succession as a fem!hux?? #SCISSOR ME TIMBERS

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Cunt-Drunk

18+, MDNI, just a filthy little drabble...

For @delirious-donna , my Higuruma brainrot muse

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Hiromi didn't often go out with his colleagues. But one week, duty called, and he was obliged to attend karaoke and drinks with his firm's new clients. He was going to be out for hours. It was a Saturday night, and you were off too, and he was absolutely incensed because--

"They said no spouses allowed! Can you believe it?" Hiromi ranted, clattering around the kitchen in a strop, shoving scattered files into his briefcase, "It's almost like they think I'd spend the whole evening talking to you, and squeezing your thighs under the table, and--"

"--well let's be honest, Hiromi, you would--"

"--and who could blame me, really--"

"---Hiromi it's just one night, I won't be doing anything interesting anyway, just go, and have fun, and send me videos of you doing karaoke--"

Hiromi scoffed, clipping his briefcase shut, "I do not do Karaoke."

He stood staring down at you, straight, and tall, and serious for a moment. You bit your lip, barely hiding a smirk. Hiromi slumped dramatically, his face crumpling into a look of abject despair. He cupped his hands around his mouth and nose, head tipped back.

"...do I have to?" He whined. You did not answer. You simply sidled up to him, straightened his tie, and pulled him down by it, pressing a kiss of promise to his lips, so prophetic that he moaned into you.

You whispered against Hiromi's lips; "Off you go, my brave soldier. Have a drink or six for me."

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You worked your way through the usual bottle of Shiraz that you and Hiromi shared on a Saturday night, but, without him there, being drunk just felt sad. You took yourself to bed, in just one of his shirts fished out of the laundry, and fell asleep in the thunk way that only drunk women do.

You woke in the small hours of the morning with a jolt, feeling yourself dragged down the bed by two strong arms looped around your thighs. You squeaked, reaching down and tangling your fingers in a familiar shock of grey-streaked black hair.

"I-- Hiromi--" you started, mumbling and half-asleep. You heard a giggle from between your legs.

"Shhhh," Hiromi slurred, and giggled again. You heard a p-tuu, and felt a glob of warmth, slippery-wet, dripping down your labia. With little warning, Hiromi lathered his tongue between your folds, and you cried out, your body still sizzling with the wine.

"...missed you," Hiromi whined, nuzzling between your puffy folds, "...wanted...to see you...our S'day night...ruined...s'boring without you..."

"--Hiromi--" you panted, dazed and disoriented, "--just come to bed--"

"Shhhhhh," he whispered again, loudly, "m'fine...right here...pull m'hair...jus' hold onto somethin'..."

Hiromi ate your pussy without remorse, without restraint, as drunk as could be, and fucking the bed in his sloppy, rumpled suit. Hiromi moaned, pornographic and dirty, every time he fucked his twitching, aching length against the sheets.

Still suckling your clit between his lips, Hiromi reached down to hook his cock up to press against his belly, his cockhead frictioned deliciously between his black happy trail and waistband.

You had never been eaten out in a way that was so primal, with Hiromi fucking his tongue into your heat, massaging the area around your clit with his liquor-soaked lips, and rolling his tongue over the hard little pearl of your clit until you almost blacked out, your nerves stripped bare by the shock and wine.

Hiromi was rough, looping his arms over your thighs and dragging you back to his mouth every time you mewled and tried to crawl away from him. He'd respond with a sharp nip to the inside of your thigh, and an admonishing look, before rubbing his face savagely from side to side over your sopping cunt and clit, growling into the wet mess he'd made of you.

As you squirmed and yanked the roots of his hair, clamping your thighs around his head, Hiromi mumbled into your pussy, focusing his tongue and lips on your clit before abruptly sliding three bunched, long fingers into your hole, fucking you hard and fast with them until he felt your silky sweet spot.

Hiromi fucked the bed in time, imagining in his drunken stupor, that the wet squelches and frantic cries from you, were from his cock slamming in and out of you instead.

"--c'mon baby...in m'mouf, cum in m'mouf...good girl, so good, s'good...gonna cum...m'gonna cum...fuuuuckkk, shit--"

Dragging you with biting, sucking, growling urgency through your orgasm, Hiromi came in tandem; his ruts into the mattress, and his pitched, desperate moans became slower, and softer, as his seed poured out under his shirt, soaking the white fabric, sticky and cloying against his twitching belly.

His fingers still inside you, his nose and mouth still between your folds, face-down on the bed as you came down from your absolutely feral high...you heard a snore.

Rising on shaking elbows, you looked down the bed. Cum-soaked, drunk, and sticky with your arousal, Hiromi snored soft, drunk snores into your pussy.

In the morning, you showed him the photo you took of him, this way, before watching the video Hiromi's colleague sent you of him singing old rock songs while the whole karaoke bar cheered him on.

#higuruma hiromi x reader #higuruma smut #That's it...I NEED to get him pregnant #THIS WAS SOO GOOOD #*feral barking*