My Hungry Ass Could Not Be A Gynecologist

no because i'm a slytherin girl and i would KILL to have a lil secret romance w fred weasley ☹️

i just know he’d kiss the ground you walk on, but secretly, of course. quick glances from across the classroom, winking at you when he sees you looking back at him, leaving love notes inside your books. when he sees you in the corridor, he’d abruptly grab your wrist and drag you into an empty and dark broom closet before you could even notice him. his towering frame would scare the shit of you, causing him to quickly place his hand over your mouth to prevent you from screaming before you hear his familiar chuckle. “sorry darling, just missed my slytherin girl.” ☹️☹️☹️

all daydreams ੈ♡˳

pov: mattheo’s expression because he had the nerve to ask about your day when you’re hangry, irritated that your shirt doesn't fit right, and are pissed that your bag caught on the door handle on the way in.

you called him a doorknob at one point i cant stop laughing at his expression

Pinned & Breathless

Vi x Reader

Tags: Vi x reader, training session, flirting, sfw, mention of fightning, sfw

Summary: You and Vi are having a training session, the tension is however tense and another emotion is in the air.

The underground gym in Zaun is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of old leather and sweat. The distant drip drip of a leaky pipe echoes through the empty space, but all you can focus on is her.

Vi stands a few feet away, rolling her shoulders, muscles flexing beneath her tank top. The dim glow from a nearby neon sign paints her skin in a mix of pink and blue, making her look almost unreal.

"Alright, cupcake," she purrs, cracking her knuckles. "Show me what you got."

You take a steadying breath, hands clenched into fists. Vi’s been teasing you all night, her smirk never fading, her eyes flickering with that dangerous mix of confidence and something else, something you can’t quite place.

"Don’t hold back," she taunts, tilting her head. "Unless you wanna lose fast."

Oh, it’s on.

You lunge, aiming a quick strike at her ribs, but she’s already moving, sidestepping effortlessly. Before you can even register what’s happening, her fingers curl around your wrist, yanking you forward.

Your back slams onto the mat, and suddenly, she’s on top of you.

Close.

Too close.

Vi’s weight presses you into the floor, her body caging you in, her face just inches from yours. Her breath is warm against your skin, and her signature smirk is right there, teasing, knowing.

"Damn," she breathes, her voice low and husky. "That was cute. But you’re gonna have to do better than that if you wanna take me down, sweetheart."

Your pulse pounds in your ears, and for a second, you forget how to breathe. Her pink hair is tousled, strands falling into her eyes as she watches you with something unreadable, something dangerous.

You should be thinking about the fight. About winning.

Instead, all you can focus on is how good she looks above you.

"You gonna let me up, or are you just enjoying the view?" you challenge, arching a brow.

Vi chuckles, but she doesn’t move. If anything, she leans in just a little closer, her lips hovering dangerously near your ear.

"Maybe a little of both," she murmurs.

Your breath catches.

Before you can react, she suddenly grabs your wrist again, flipping you onto your stomach in a blur of movement. You barely have time to register what’s happening before she’s pinning you down again, this time with her knee pressing into the small of your back.

"Tsk tsk. Got distracted, huh?" Her voice is pure teasing, but there’s something darker underneath, something taunting and thrilling all at once.

You swallow hard, cheeks burning. She’s enjoying this way too much.

"Not fair," you mutter.

"Life ain’t fair, cupcake," she muses, her fingers trailing lightly, almost too gently, down your arm before she finally lets you go.

You flip onto your back, chest heaving, trying to glare at her but failing miserably.

Vi just grins, offering you a hand. "Wanna go again?"

You grab her wrist, but this time, you pull her down with you.

And when her breath hitches, you finally smirk back.

"Thought you’d never ask."

Vi’s eyes widen for a brief second as you pull her down on top of you. It’s as though the world freezes for a heartbeat, and for just a moment, it’s no longer about the fight or the training. It’s about her, her lips hovering just inches from yours, her breath mingling with yours, her heart beating loud in her chest.

You can feel the heat of her body pressing against yours, her muscles tensing as she braces herself, but her gaze never leaves yours. There's an electricity in the air, a challenge, a spark.

For a second, neither of you moves. The quiet hum of the city outside fades into the background, leaving only the sound of your ragged breathing and the faint thrum of her pulse.

"You’re not gonna get me like that, cupcake," Vi finally growls, her voice a low purr as she presses down a little more, her knee dangerously close to your hip. She's playing with you.

You feel your pulse quicken, your stomach tightening with anticipation, but you don’t back down. Instead, you arch your back slightly, brushing your chest against hers. Her eyes flicker to your lips for a split second, then back to your eyes.

"Is that so?" you murmur, your voice just above a whisper, the challenge lingering between you. You slide one hand to her waist, your fingers lightly brushing her skin. The touch sends a shiver up your spine, and you can feel her tense under your palm.

Without warning, you use the leverage to twist her beneath you, now straddling her in a single fluid motion. You’ve got her pinned, and this time, you don’t intend to let her slip away so easily.

Vi's eyes widen with genuine surprise for the first time tonight, her lips parting as she looks up at you. She’s not smiling, not yet. Instead, her breath catches, and she shifts beneath you, her hands resting on your hips. The tension between you is palpable, the heat from her body almost suffocating.

"I guess you can learn," she says, her voice quieter, less teasing, more... soft. Her gaze drops to your lips again, and for a split second, you think she’s going to kiss you. But then, she smirks and tilts her head.

"But now you've really done it, cupcake. You’ve pissed me off."

You arch an eyebrow, your heart racing in your chest. “Oh? I’m not scared.”

Vi grins, a wicked glint in her eyes. Before you can even react, her hands shoot up, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you down toward her. Her lips crash against yours in a fiery kiss, hungry, passionate, and full of the same wild energy that defines her. The world around you fades, and all that matters is her, the way her lips move against yours, the way her body presses against yours, her hands tangled in your hair.

For a moment, neither of you speaks, your bodies caught in the heat of the kiss, tangled together in a mix of adrenaline and desire.

When she finally pulls away, just enough to breathe, her lips curve into that mischievous grin you know all too well. She’s still got that spark in her eyes, but now it’s different. There’s something deeper there, something that says you’re not just a sparring partner anymore.

"Well, now this training session is really starting to get interesting," Vi murmurs, her voice thick with something raw and hungry.

You swallow, your heart racing in your chest. "I think I’m ready for the next round," you reply, voice a little more breathless than you meant.

"Good," she growls, flipping you over again, this time with far more intention. She’s on top now, and you can feel the wild energy radiating off her. This is no longer just a fight, it’s something else entirely. Something dangerous, thrilling, and very, very exciting.

And you’re more than ready for it.

JOEL MILLER in every scene — 8/?

𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐭 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 . . . you’re typically a straight a student, thanks to your relationship with your professor. but one day he randomly fails you and you find a way to bump up your grade.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mature language, dom!matt, smut — oral (male receiving) — (read at your own risk)

a grin grows on your face as you watch your professor slowly make his way towards where you’re sitting, passing out the graded papers to your fellow students.

see, the reason you’re so excited to receive your assignment back is because you just know you’re getting an a+. the reason for it may be unethical, but regardless it keeps your grades up.

so what if you’re secretly hooking up with professor sturniolo, he’s hot, experienced and you never get lower than an a so it’s a win-win situation.

however, as he finally stops at your desk, harshly placing the paper on your desk, your face immediately drops at the red, large circled F. you look up at him, and he doesn’t even give you a sneaky glance with his eyes that are normally mixed with desire and hunger for you.

he passes by quickly, and you just fold your arms at the lack of touch he’d normally give you whenever he walks by your desk. your glossy upper lip lifts into a sneer at the sight of the failed paper even though you didn’t really put any effort into it, just expecting him to pass you.

you just sigh, knowing internally that you’re going to immediately question him and his odd behavior after class.

-‘๑’-

the rest of english passes by pretty quick, only filled with the annoying chatter of the other students filling your ears. you watch as everyone rushes out the classroom to their next period, but you stay seated until the class is empty.

but professor sturniolo doesn’t realize you’re still lingering until he looks up and notices you with your arms folded at your desk. his face crinkles with confusion as he takes a seat on his chair, picking up other papers that desperately need to be graded.

“can i help you?” he questions, breaking the silence as his gaze flickers between you sat at the desk in front of him then back to his task.

you grow irritated towards how oblivious he’s acting, harshly pushing your chair out from underneath the wooden desk with the paper tightly gripped in your hand. you practically storm over to your desk as if there’s a gloomy cloud above your head, your eyebrows furrowed.

once you reach his desk, you violently slam your graded paper in front of you, not shifting your gaze away from him. your eyes are glued to your professor, anger and frustration coursing through your veins. “you failed me,” you hiss, watching his every move.

he adjusts his glasses, pulling them to the tip of his nose, picking up the paper. “your writing is sloppy,” he blankly states, pushing it to the side.

you tilt your head at his shift in behavior, not used to him being honest about your efforts in class. “you never fail me,” you refer to every single a+ he’s given you. “we fuck and you pass me, that’s been our deal for months so my parents don’t get onto me.”

“like i said, your writing is sloppy,” he repeats, leaning back in his seat. he folds his arms, looking up at your through his glasses. “normally you at least put effort into it, yet this time it’s probably the worst fuckingthing i’ve ever read.”

your face flickers with frustration towards how effortlessly those words leave his mouth. yes, he’s not wrong with saying that because for the first time, you didn’t even try with the assignment but it doesn’t mean he should back out of the arrangement.

“fuck you matt,” you seethe and the use of his first name makes him immediately stand up. he shuffles around his desk, now standing right in front of you. you look up at him through your lashes, knowing that it’s his weakness.

“fuck me?” he tilts his head, a certain look in his eyes. that same look he gives you to show when he’s fueling with the desire of being close to you. “you know it’s mister sturniolo to you.”

you’d be lying if you said this certain dominance wasn’t turning you on, feeling the wetness pool between your legs. you tug on your pleated skirt, pulling your lip between your teeth.

“you don’t wanna fail me mister sturniolo,” you tilt your head and your hand reaches for his hair, fixing his middle part. “do you, sir?” your voice is sweet like honey, the words rolling off your tongue so easily.

he places his hand on the desk next to him, leaning on it for support. “i really don’t, so you should give me a reason why i shouldn’t,” a devilish grin appears on his face and you instantly know how you’re about to get your grade up.

now fully leaning against his desk, he cups your jaw with his hand, the pad of his thumb dragging across your bottom lip. your lips part slightly, giving him the opportunity for you to wrap your lips around his thumb. you do exactly that, not breaking eye contact with your professor as he pushes it deeper inside every second.

your tongue swirls around it, feeling the coldness of his ring inside of your mouth. it clashes with your teeth as he speeds up his movements, moving it inside and out. “fuck…” he drags out, his eyes sparkling with hunger and admiration towards how good you look.

matt pulls his finger out, causing a pop sound to enter the class and he places his hands on your shoulders. “you gonna be a good girl and get your grade up?” he questions through a smirk and you nod, watching his expression soften as he gently pushes you down to your knees.

your skin comes in contact with the wooden floor, hissing slightly at the hard and cold material. your lashes flutter as he looks down at you, taking his glasses off placing them on the desk. “go on then,” he says and you rapidly nod your head.

now your attention is glued to the erection vo ible through his pants, only growing by the second. you unzip them, tugging at his pants and his boxers; you pull them down at the same time.

you chew on your bottom lip, taking the base of his cock into your hands, slowly pumping at it. he twitches at your gentle movements, his lips parting at the familiar sight of you on your knees for him.

you straighten your posture fully, giving yourself the opportunity to drag your tongue against his veiny, throbbing cock, then his tip. a trail of saliva is left because of your movements and you listen to the hums of approval leaving matt’s lips.

without even thinking twice, you wrap your lips around his member, your hand remaining on the base of it. you bob your head slowly and matt quietly whimpers, “oh my fuck,” he groans and you resist the rush to smile at how easy it is to make him feel so good.

you continue to bob your head, twisting your hand at the same time. you feel the large amount of saliva building up inside of your mouth as you continue to move, pulling away to take a breath and letting the dribble fall down your chin before you quickly wrap your lips back around his cock, bobbing your head again.

“fuck, i—just like that, fuck,” he jumbles up his words, letting a moan escape from his lips. “you’re doing s-so good, keep going baby,” he praises as you speed up your movements.

your cheeks hollow and you suck faster, ignoring the spit dripping down your fingers and falling onto your exposed legs. “you’re amazing,” he praises you again and you feel your cheeks heat up.

matt feels his stomach clench, only moments away from reaching his release. his hand finds its way behind your head, pushing you down while taking strands of your hair between his fingers and you gag as your nose comes in contact with his pelvic bone.

“i’m—fuck…” he groans, implying that he’s about to reach his climax.

you continue at the pace you’re at, only slowing down once you feel a familiar liquid shooting into the back of your throat. you pull away, a string of saliva connecting from his tip to your plump lips. you wipe the corner of your mouth with your thumb, looking up at him and the surprised expression plastered across his face.

matt’s chest heaves, looking down at you with a grin of satisfaction. “you’re fucking perfect,” he says, reaching for a pen as well as your paper.

he rotates his body slightly, giving him space to write something on it. you watch as he scribbles something out, then writing something new. after he finishes, he passes it to you and a dimpled-smile grows on your face.

A+ for my best student :)

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 — @anniessocean @mattspleasure @bugeyedgrl @chrissturniolosbiggestslut

when it's my birthday but i didn't see mizu, abby, ellie williams, vi and arlecchinno oiled up and ready to have lesbian sex with me

worst birthday ever

Antiblackness Isn't Sexy!

As #Kinktober is upon us, I want to take this time to remind everyone that certain things may not carry the same "sexy" connotation for everyone! This isn't just a "your yuck is my yum" situation, this is a "hey, you're being racist" situation. Now if that's what you enjoy, I can't tell you otherwise. But if you'd like to be considerate towards your Black readers and peers, here are *some* (not all!) things to keep in mind:

1) Objectification is not respect. You can think Black people are sexy- I certainly do! That does not mean treating us like sex toys. An example: if your first thought when you look at a Black male character, is "This'll be good smut, I bet his dick is gigantic"- if your first thought is about their genitals and that they're a good fuck... That is weird. Abeg. Nothing else stood out to you? Just ye olde "Black men have big dicks?"

There's a racist and dehumanizing history behind the oversexualization of Black men, Black bodies in general. Sure, big penises are not insulting or bad, but just as you don't want to be brought down to your bits... Don't do it to us. We can be sexy without being objectified. You can think we're sexy without objectifying us!

2) Making your Black character more sexually aggressive (if fic: -than their canon counterpart). Your Black character having a high libido is fine, but if you've essentially written a sex pest, especially in comparison to a nonblack counterpart... Why? Why do you think that they're automatically the one that would be like that? One example of that is the whole "step on me mommy" thing with confidently sexy Black women. What makes you deem she's the "aggressive" one? She could be a gentle pillow princess.

3) Making your Black character more physically hulking (if fic: -than their canon counterpart). They don't look like that, you know they don't look like that, and you need to consider why you felt the need. Especially in comparison to their nonblack counterparts.

4) Chains and whips, Specifically the large, hulking Black or Brown character in chains held by a skinny white character. Especially if they're like a werewolf. You know why these visuals can be questionable! I know the intended symbolism is supposed to be steamy and animalistic, a bodice ripper deal. But think about it- how often have you seen the opposite- with a skinny Black person holding a hulking, animalistic white person in chains? What imagery are we evoking when we draw this, constantly? We are not animals, we are not raging, uncontrollable sex beasts.

Consensual sex and kink are supposed to involve respect between all parties. Respect, communication, vulnerability, and trust. You can have an interesting, sexually active, high libido, kinky Black character without morphing them a stereotype to be used for the sexual satisfaction of white viewers. Just as white people that do kink are humans with inner lives, so are we. Do better by your Black characters, and your Black readers, by showing us that respect. 👍🏾

he’s SO baby i love him

you cannot convince me this is who y’all are writing toxic dealer fics about 😭

me rn^

Congratulations to PEDRO PASCAL on Golden Globe Nomination for Best Performance by a Male Actor in a Television Series - Drama on The Last of Us.

Hi! I was wondering if I could request headcanons abt Stiles Stilinski hugs? As in how and how often they are? How would he react if reader came for his comforting hugs when feeling down? (Platonic gn best friend reader). Lmao I think he gives good hugs and it could help with the stress. Sorry if it sounds weird! Thank you in advance!

I'm so sorry for the wait, I just finished my finals :)) and nonnie that doesn't sound weird omg I love hugs :(

hugging stiles, headcanons edition

hear me out; stiles' love language is physical affection and acts of service alright?

and growing up he didn't really get much of the former, so he always made sure to show up and show out with the latter

being his best friend for most of your lives, you get used to his random acts of service

one day you'd mention you like this one drink, so every time he visits the store he makes sure to get it for you.

"aww Stiles, you really shouldn't have!"

"I remember once you said you like it and it was in front of me, hehe" he'd awkwardly rub the back of his neck

he goes shopping and sees your favorite perfume— he'd get it for you

he finds a new addition to your favorite comic, one he knows you don't have, he'd get it for you

randomly taking a walk with Scott or something and sees something that reminds him of you, he'd get it for you

one day, he's spending the night over, and he wakes up sweating a storm from a nightmare

you so happen to be a light sleeper and his sudden jolt wakes you up too

he's shivering and shaking and can't steady his breathing so you do what anyone would do— help him calm down

once he's steady again and got his thoughts in order, you wrap your arms around his and hug him tightly

you two go back to sleep hugging, and he doesn't mind it one bit

that was just the beginning of it.

at first it was cuddling to go to sleep, to help stop his nightmares from invading his dreamland

then it's hugs when he's clearly upset or is not in a good mood

then it's hugs when you're in a mood

then it's hugs when you're happy, or when he's happy

it slowly develops until its hugs when he's working, you just casually wrap your arms around his shoulders and he'd lean into you, completely relaxed

and one day he just casually hugs you when he sees you around the pack and he keeps you in his arms for a bit

they start asking questions of course, if you two are a thing

"What? pffftt no, y/n and I are just friends. Can't friends hug?"

they don't believe him, but they let him be— for now

it happens all the time after that, whenever you two are around each other you just immediately gravitate towards one another and wrap your arms around each other

they get used to it after a while, even stiles' dad found it a bit suspicious at first

"so what's going on with y/n?"

"hmm? Oh nothing, I don't know why everyone keeps saying that. I just really enjoy their hugs."

he'd be so sweet about them damn hugs too pls

he hugs you tight and doesn't let go until your hold on him softens

sometimes even then he doesn't let go

his hugs are always so warm and gentle, you never want to leave them

and when he's rubbing your back? oohhmygod

sometimes he'd whisper sweet nothings into your hair or neck when you're upset

he's try his best to make you feel better with affection

and ykw? It works every single damn time