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screamforyani · 11 months

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hello!! i wanted to say that i really love your writing!!

and i also wanted to share one of my thought about gf!ethan making you play the nastiest game ever, him threatening that if you don’t do what he wants (in a sexual way) he’ll kill one of your friend!

have a nice day!!🤍

ultimatum

warnings: noncon to dubcon, ghostface phonecall kinda, no original thoughts because i completely ripped this off from scream 5

wc. 1.6k

you hated being alone on friday nights, because you were always bored.

usually, tara would have dragged you out to some party with her that sam could never know she went to, but she was busy with her boytoy tonight.

boring. or maybe it was because you were slightly jealous. at least one of us are getting some action tonight, you thought.

you grabbed your phone, deciding to text tara anyways. not that you thought she would respond. when chad was in the room with her, your best friend had a one-track mind.

you: i’m sooooooooo bored

you: tell chadwick you have a very angry best friend who owns a plastic machete and a very heavy ceiling fan

you: i will unscrew the ceiling fan.

just as you put your phone down to get up and grab some yogurt, you heard it start to vibrate on your coffee table. you furrowed your brows. that was quick. chad must have been in the bathroom or something.

you picked it up, answering lightheartedly, “tara, you monster. i can’t believe you left me all alone.”

“it’s not tara.”

you arched a brow. that voice was a hell of a lot deeper, definitely not your best friend’s snarky tone. “chad?”

the person on the other line chuckled. “wrong again. come on, try one more time.”

that was when the familiarity of the voice dawned on you. you’d seen a couple of stab movies before and those cliches were coming back to you. your heart raced a little faster, wondering if this was some prank, but chad and tara wouldn’t do that. “you’re the killer.”

“see, i knew you could do it,” said the killer on the phone, almost sounding excited.

you were rooted in place, hissing, “what did you do with tara and chad?”

“oh, nothing. they’re fine. for now,” he said ominously, unnerving you completely. “but they won’t be if you don’t do what i want.”

“what do you want?” you asked, bringing the phone from your ear to put the call on speaker so that you could text sam.

“i wouldn’t do that if i were you,” he warned.

you paused, glancing around. “you can fucking see me right now?”

“of course i can. those cameras in your living room aren’t doing you justice right now. i’m sure you look even better in person. whose t-shirt are you wearing? it’s a few sizes too big on you.”

your heart started to race and you glanced around, looking for a weapon. you weren’t safe. and neither were your friends.

“what are you going to use, huh? that plastic machete? or are you going to unscrew the ceiling fan?” the killer teased.

you snarled, “fuck you.”

ghostface said nothing while you walked out of the living room, but before your fingers could even brush the kitchen knife, your phone buzzed in your hand. it was a video outside of tara’s bedroom window, of her laying on chad’s chest. you gulped.

“don’t they look so cute together?” ghostface asked with a chuckle, speaking again. “you have two options. it’s a simple choice, really. either do what i say or i’ll cut their fun short.”

you backed away from the knives, taking a huge breath while you re-entered the living room. this fucking asshole. you were at his mercy.

“smart choice!” he exclaimed.

you grumbled, “what do you want me to do?”

“take off that shirt.”

you paralyzed at his request, not wanting to commit to it in the slightest. for fuck’s sake, this guy wanted you to give him a fucking strip tease? you weren’t an expert on these kinds of things, but you figured he had to be somebody that you knew. he could have just asked.

ghostface yawned, as if to say he was getting bored. “tick tock. i have a short attention span, you know. the thought of slicing open your friends is starting to get really enticing right now.”

you huffed in annoyance, throwing the goddamn shirt above your head. it was ethan’s. your friends spent a lot of time your place because you were the only one that lived alone. you snapped, “are you happy?”

“not yet,” he said darkly. “you see that stuffed animal by your television? pick it up. i want you to ride it.”

“you can’t be serious,” you grumbled to yourself, and when he didn’t say anything, you figured he hadn’t heard you. you grabbed the fucking stuffed animal you’d gotten for your birthday and mounted the toy, feeling a little awkward doing this while aware that you were being watched.

you eased into your movements, starting off slow, partially because it was a little humiliating. you weren’t wearing much under the shirt, only your panties. in fact, you weren’t even wearing a bra.

“fuck,” came the voice on the phone. “just like that.”

what made the situation even more mortifying was that you didn’t hate how it felt, grinding against the faux fur of the poor large teddy bear. you could feel your arousal starting to damp your underwear, sticking to your skin. you wanted to be disgusted with yourself.

“tell me how it feels.”

“feels… feels good,” you replied through ragged breaths, against your better judgment.

“yeah?” he hummed.

“mm-hm,” you whispered, forgetting that you were supposed to be scared.

all of the heat washed over you, fogging your brain as your hips found a rhythm. you were blindsided by pleasure, grinding your sticky cunt against the toy. you threw your head back in a moan, grabbing onto the toy while you increased your pace.

it was shameful what you were doing, entertaining some freak behind a mask. but it wasn’t like you had any other choice. he was going to hurt my friends, was what you’d reminded yourself when the smoke cleared and your thoughts became rational again.

“stop,” he commanded, much to your chagrin.

“no,” you whimpered. “please.”

ghostface laughed mockingly, but only for a second, before repeating a little harsher this time, “stop.”

you halted your actions, hating the aching throbbing between your legs. it was driving you crazy. you felt so soaked, so wet.

“good girl,” he whispered. “bend yourself over the arm of the couch.”

you were too aroused to make some snappy comment, doing as told. you were guessing he wanted a nice view to get off to. the imagination could only do so much.

that was when you heard a sound, but you didn’t have much time to react when he came out of nowhere and pressed himself behind you, bringing his hand to your mouth to muffle your scream. you felt him tug at your underwear and reached behind your back to stop him, which ultimately ended with your arms folded behind your back and your panties slipped to the side as he forced his big, hard cock into your wet cunt.

“so absorbed in pleasure you didn’t even hear me come in,” he said, but you quickly noticed that he spoke without the modulator. and you didn’t have to turn your head to know who it was.

you blurted, “ethan?”

“yeah, baby,” he moaned, slapping his hips against yours. “that’s what i want you to say when you cum all over my cock. shit, baby, you’re so wet.”

you shuddered when you felt his fingers coat themselves in your arousal, and you didn’t even realize that he brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting you. it drove him mad with lust, to an extent he didn’t even know he was capable.

you couldn’t even bring yourself to be upset right now at your friend’s actions, too tangled in ecstasy and the way it felt as his cock slipped in and out of you with a wet sound, fucking you stupid. to say nothing of how touch-starved you were.

“ethan,” you stammered out again. “harder.”

“you want me to fuck you harder?” ethan asked, chucking in amazement. you were everything he could’ve dreamed of, and beyond.

you bobbed your head. “please, i need it.”

“well, if you need it,” he teased, a lilt to his tone.

it knocked the wind out of you when he slapped his hips into you harder, made you feel dizzy with how perfectly he felt inside you, stuffing you full. it was a lot, but you knew that you could take it.

this moment was straight out of a fantasy. you were bent over, crying out ethan’s name and begging him for more, like you just couldn’t get enough of him. to be frank, he couldn’t get enough of you either. you scratched something in his brain, made him go crazy. not to mention how you were pulsing around his dick, so tight and way better than his hands.

“nobody else can have you like this,” ethan groaned, fisting your hair into a ponytail behind you. “right?”

“nobody,” you stuttered, barely able to speak. you were on the brink of climax.

“fuck,” ethan moaned. “cum for me, baby. you know you want to.”

that was basically all it took to finish you, the petname rolling off of his tongue so deliciously. just as you were instructed, you moaned ethan’s name when you came, feeling wrecked as pure hell.

ethan came too, pulling out and cumming on your back much to your surprise. he slid off you after a moment or two, leaving you to drop onto the couch, exhausted.

just moments later, your phone buzzed, and you grabbed it under ethan’s watchful gaze. it was a text from chad.

chad: hey it’s tara

chad: i stole chad’s phone lol he’s in the shower

chad: so something kinda crazy happened… i like totally lost my phone. but i wanted to check up on you and make sure you didn’t die lol

you glanced back at ethan, meeting his eyes for the first time since he’d been here, and watching his lips curl into a twisted grin. it was a wordless exchange.

#ethan landry smut #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry #scream 6 imagines

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sugoi-writes · 4 days

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Can I be 🦇 anon? For some reason I’ve always been obsessed with the flexing part of an arm? I don’t know the technical term but I can’t see Demon Al doing this as much as his human counterpart would sooooooooo human Alastor with his sweetheart who has never EVER soon for him like woman usually do I mean he has ladies fainting LMAOA HOWEVER one day when he’s cutting idk wood or something she sees his arm flex she’s like a puddle I mean full fangirling giggling and screaming and he’s like huh??? Until he realizes and then boom from then on he’s flexing any time he can to pull a scream from her

🦇Anon? Love it! I'm a big fan of bats! This ask was too adorable. I just KNEW I could cook something up!

It does get a liiiiittle suggestive in parts, but otherwise stays perfectly appropriate! FEAST, my dearies!!!

"Love? The fire is going out! We'll need more firewood!" You call from inside. You make your way to the door, your top half hovering just outside as you searched for your darling beau. You've always enjoyed your time with him at his family's cabin, a piece of his inheritance that was used quite often. And, of course, it was highly appreciated by the both of you.

Your eyes dart about until you heard a distinct CHOP, eyes finding Alastor with his axe buried into an old tree stump. His smile widens when he sees you, wiping the sweat from his brow. You feel your pulse race, surprised to see his bare chest gleaming in the sunlight. The humid, thick air that permeated in the South could not be helped, and so, Alastor worked without a shirt on. Even with this simple and understandable notion, you found yourself fond of (and shocked by) the rare sight. You try to make your face pleasantly neutral and wave, trying to save face.

"No worries, dear. 'Already mending that problem!"

You chuckle, leaning fully into the door frame as Alastor positions a new log to cleave through. The Summer was good for one thing, you reasoned; seeing Alastor's chest, bared for only you to see, heaving steadily as he worked. Better yet, you could practically feel the gaze he gave back to you, his knowing smile making you beam every time you saw it. While you weren't like most others, not being overly doting or frivolous about his appearance, you still appreciated and treasured it deeply.

When Alastor returned to his work, your eyes fixated on his hands, then his arms. Indeed, you were very familiar with how powerful they were. They did wonders for and to you. But then: you see a flex. A jut and shift of his bicep has your mouth watering lecherously. As his grip relaxed on the axe, his body bending down to grab another log, you watched the muscles in his arm relax and re-fire. This set of motions repeated for a time, much to your enjoyment. As an extra treat, sometimes a vein in his neck would pop out at the same time his forearms and triceps strained, making your pupils bloom and shrink with hunger.

It was, without a doubt, an extremely alluring sight. Each time the axe raised over his head, your eyes followed, forcing you to stiffle a nervous chuckle. God, he was too beautiful for his own good. He was too strong for you to handle, and far too beautiful to be a called simple, minimalist man. His body was the work of a master craftsman, thank God.

As another piece of firewood was cut, you covered you mouth, stifling a squeal as he brought a towel to his forehead, huffing from his efforts. When he heard your little noises, he turned to you, his smile drooping slightly," Anything the matter, dear?" You were quick to shrink back, waving his concern off with a nervous laugh.

"Ha-ha, NO! No, I'm fine! Don't worry about me! I-I'll start working on dinner, okay?" Alastor doesn't seem convinced, squinting in your direction. His glasses were cast aside earlier, in fear they may fall off and become a victim of his labor," If you say so, dear. I'll be inside in a moment to help with the potatoes, mon cherie." You nod and turn to go inside, your face still boiling hot as you try to distract yourself. Your body starts to go through the motions, chopping veggies that were freshly harvested to use in your stew. You try to focus on the task at hand, your mind lingering on images of Alastor's physique. You had failed at your task stupendously. You felt no remorse!

You couldn't help but squirm at the mental images: veins and muscles shifting from physical effort. That devilishly handsome smile and toned body... it made your heart race! You wondered what his arms must've looked like when he was hovering above you... Your grip was tightening as you chopped the veggies faster, your safety disregarded. You giggle to yourself, eyes closing momentarily to focus on the pleasant thought of Alastor caging you with his muscular arms until--

"FUCK-- shit!"

No sooner did you wail was Alastor at the door, slamming it open," What happened??? What did--"

Alastor's eyes were wide, pupils shrunken to mere pinpricks as he took in your form. You held your bleeding finger, huffing.

"I-It's fine, it's fine! I'm fine!" You reassure, grabbing a handtowel to press to your wound. Alastor strode over to you, tongue clicking at your carelessness. As he went to put his axe down, your eyes caught his arms again, yelping as you turn away hastily. Your sudden movement left your partner clueless.

Alastor pauses again, a brow raising," My love, what's gotten into you? You've never been this careless before..."

You shuddered as Alastor came behind you, hands resting on the counter on either side of your hips," Are you sure you're quite alright?"

He leaned in to kiss your cheek, coaxing you into looking his way. You began yelping again, your mouth slamming shut as you tear your eyes away from his body. Alastor grumbles, slightly annoyed with your silence," Sweetheart, I can't help you if you don't use your words--"

One hand snatches you by the hip, spinning you quickly around while the other takes your wounded hand.

You eyes are blown wide, unable to make eye contact as they stare down at Alastor's arms," I-Im fine, really just-- just got lost in my thoughts! I promise!"

Between Al's proximity, his partial nudity, and those arms trapping you, you felt like your face blazed hotter than the fucking Sun. Alastor seemed to catch on, watching as your legs squeezed, shifting your weight uncomfortably. He leans closer to you, the muscles in his torso expanding and contracting with his movements. You sigh shakily, stifling a blissful squeak. Ahh. So it was him that was causing you to fret...

Alastor began to chuckle slowly at first, before laughing heartily. You stammered as a large hand came to your shoulder to steady himself, your lips blubbering pathetically. He was laughing fairly hard, causing his abdominals to flex and seize (a sight too delicious to behold). You were whining, on the verge of squealing as you weakly pushed against him again.

"A-Alastor, if you don't back up, I just might NOT be okay!!!" Alastor couldn't help himself, working himself into short bursts of stitches as he calms down, eyes watering.

"Ohhh, dearest... honestly, was I really that distracting to you?" His voice was low and flirtatious as you felt yourself being pressed into the counter, his hips holding you in place. You nearly shrieked as Alastor's hands gripped the counter harshly, knuckles white. Your mouth fell agape with a silent moan as the muscles in his upper arms and pecs stirred once more. You push against him once more, feeling as though you would pop like a balloon.

"A-Al, this isn't cute!!! Stop it, please!" You practically whine as Alastor just leaned, kissing your bright, heated cheeks.

"Well, I suppose I could go chop more wood, if the space could offer you some reprieve..."

You gasp as your chin is pulled forward, forcing you to make eye contact with him. If you weren't in your prime, you'd fear having a stroke at the sight of his almond colored eyes staring back into yours with a tumultuous energy.

"But, I think we both know you'd prefer that I stay rii~iiight here, don't you?" He teased, his lips dangerously close to your own. Your own lips quivered at the relentless pestering, your eyes struggling to make contact again," W-Well, I-- you know I-- uugghhh, if you keep teasing me, dinner is going to be late!!!"

"That's fiiiine by me!" Alastor says in a sing-song tone, and to your horror, you are lifted and placed onto the counter with minimal effort. Your eyes become transfixed on him, unable to clench your legs closed. Alastor knew exactly what he was doing, and he wasn't going to let you off the hook so easily. Your partner moved to be between your thighs, his voice a husky gravel; his tone was JUST loud enough for you to process.

"How about we start with dessert first, hmm~?"

#alastor x reader #human!alastor x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor fanfic #alastor imagine #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin hotel imagine #alastor x you #alastor x y/n #heeeheeehee sorry if its a little TOO suggestibe #we all thirst over this man violently sooooo i figured it would be okay #let me know if youd rather a fluffier one and i can make that happen!#this was so fun to do #gdhdhsjshsja

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d34dlysinner · 9 months

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Whenever I think of WHB ,horny thoughts starts to appear sooooooooo…..

Can you pretty please do a hc of how the kings would eat you out?

(Sure XD)

- Female body, Eating out, fingering, biting/nibbling, spanking-

MINORS DNI

Satan pulls back from you as he allows his fingers to pump in you. Him eating you out is the same as him doing anything. It's somewhat aggressive, but also intimate and softer than usual when it comes to you. He made bite marks and hickeys all over your leg before diving in. Giving your slit an experimental lick while grinning at your actions. "Better not cover that mouth. I want to hear all of you.", he says before sucking softly on your clit meanwhile his hands travel along the marks on your legs. He placed your legs on his shoulders and kept them still as he started to get more aggressive. He nibbled, he sucked harshly and he fingered you roughly. Of course, he kept checking on you to see if you were alright with all of this. He would also lightly tap your clit when you're near. And he'll spank you sometimes of course since it's his kink. You'll know when he plans on doing it when his hands trace over your legs towards your ass.

Bonus 1: He'll bring his fingers to his lips and lick them off while degrading AND complimenting you. "You taste better than I imagined. Let's see how much more I can draw out of someone as sinful as you..."

Bonus 2: He would deny your orgasms. Especially if you're getting angry about it. He loves seeing you angry and needy.

Beelzebub wasted no time while eating you out. He kissed a path toward your privates before sucking harshly on your clit. He is the most aggressive when it comes to eating you out. Mostly because he loves the sounds you make and the way you taste. He glances up at you and makes eye contact with you. He prefers you to lie on your back so he could do this. It also makes it possible for him to do whatever he wants to do when eating you out. He usually lets his tongue do most of the work, but at times he'll use his fingers while sucking your clit, he'll then pull away and mock you for enjoying him this much. He even considers using his nose against your clit while his tongue penetrates you. He becomes faster and harsher when he feels that you're close. You'd think that he'd be done after making you cum once, but he actually loves doing this to you for a few rounds. He'll only stop when he feels painfully hard and needs to get off himself. "Enough of that. You can choose... Do you want to taste me or do you want to skip to me fucking your brains out?" He has some attitude, but it's most visible when he's feeling needy himself.

Bonus 1: He loves it when he feels your legs tighten around his face.

Bonus 2: If he had a face position to do this it would be 69. He just likes to feel your lips around him while he tastes you. But he also loves to make a mess out of you while holding himself back from actually banging you.

Leviathan is soft and caring when he does it, but still gets the job done. He kisses your tighs and at times leaves lovebites on them. He wants to hear you moan and praise him when he eats you out. Not because he thinks that he's bad at it, but because his jealousy gets the better of him. He NEEDS to know that he's doing good. He doesn't do this a lot, because he envies how much you enjoy it. The times that he does do it is when he feels like he needs to pleasure you more. All the other times he'll use his fingers. But he has to admit, he loves to see you look down at him when he's eating you out. At the same time, his jealousy would scream at him. He at times would wish that he was you in the moment. Or he wishes to be sucked off rather than him eating you out when he sees how much pleasure you have.

Bonus 1: He kisses your thighs and praises you when you cum. "Are you ready for something else now?", he'll say as he places a kiss on your thigh.

Bonus 2: He gets aggressive when eating you out if he was jealous before eating you out.

Mammon, the ass lover, needs you to bend down across the bed or on a desk. His horns, unlike the other three kings, make it somewhat hard for him to comfortably eat you out while you lay on your back. So, he pushes and bends you over a desk before kneeling down and spreading your ass cheeks and folds. Not only does he get to pleasure you and taste you, but he also gets a better view of your ass. It's a win for him. His hands would travel over your ass to your folds. Spreading them before leaning in for an experimental lick. A smirk appeared on his face when he heard you gasp. He dives in and sucks on your opening. he would use his tongue or fingers to penetrate you. It doesn't matter to him what he uses as long as he can make you cum. He does this a few times and uses his fingers to stretch you out. He sometimes teases you and would laugh when you try to move on his fingers or when you ask for more than his fingers. "I know that you're needy, but you need some preparation before taking all of me.", he'll say.

Bonus: he'll sometimes squeeze your buttcheeks.

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad?#whb asks #whb satan #whb beel #whb leviathan #whb mammon

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faetreides · 1 month

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i cant stop thinking abt yan boyf!sej :(

hes so awfully lovetsruck its actually quite sickening, its vomit inducing. like hes calling u the most awful pet names, begging for your attention like some starved dog in the streets and do not mention when u talk to people!! he isnt coryo level insane in the possessive or deadass murdering people way but hes just a lovestruck puppy boy :(

(he called u his little cream puff after he came in u)

No because he'd be such a puppy bf like :(

You could be in public, and he'd actively have to hold himself back from humping your leg and whining to get your attention. He cuts it close though, crowding your space at an Academy Party or a Gala of some sort and gluing his front to your side. He'd lean in and straight up pant in the crook of your neck, gritting his teeth and covertly wiggling his hips against as much of your ass as he can reach. The idea of trying to be good and keep it in his pants loses its' appeal rather quickly, so he concentrates on lapping his wide tongue over your pulse point. He knows perfectly well that the man who you are trying (and failing) to talk to hasn't left, he just doesn't care. Plus, don't think he hasn't noticed how friendly you've been getting with him at other events.

"Babydoll, do you think it'll be much longer? I'm tired, let's get outta here."

Cries like he's about to be hanged when he cums and slobbers all over your tits as he babbles out a stream of "Thank you" 's. You have to tell him that he can stop thrusting, his brain having melted so much that his puppy brain makes him chase another orgasm despite being in so much pain. It's automatic for him, you're just so warm and wet and silky that he forgets that he has other things to do with his life besides making love to you until his heart gives out.

Even when you finally get him to snap out of it, he'll trap you in a messy kiss that's more about swapping spit than anything else and weakly pump his hips. He just thinks you'd look sooooooooo pretty with a swollen belly, his whines about he'd such a good pa are almost worse than his usual dirty talk.

You'd be walking anywhere in the capitol and you wouldn't go too long without hearing a "Wait up, honey bun!"

You don't have the heart to find a way to ditch him when you see how deep and wide his smile is, how his cheeks must hurt from the pure joy he gets from doing literally anything with you. He's glowing, you're sure he'd be kicking his feet and giggling if he wasn't too busy racing to catch up with you.

Falls over himself in his rush to hand you a pen when you say to yourself that you've forgotten one. He nearly trips and falls onto another student, but you can't help but mirror the bashful grin he tosses your way as he hands you his pen. He makes your fingers touch for too long before he lets go but he's screaming gleefully on the inside. Presses the softest kiss against the lock of hair he nabbed when class was over, the newest addition to his collection.

Modern!Sej would 100% have "cream puff" as your contact name.

faetreides 2024.

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beanghostprincess · 4 months

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Silly goofy wild and funky idea:

Transman Crocodile who transitioned via Ivankov.

Cross Guild events and Cross Guild Poly where Buggy finally gets the nerve to come out to her two lieutenants and also boyfriends. Mihawk just blinks like "yes? Your Haki is distinctly feminine, so this makes perfect sense. Oh, dear why are you crying, stop that-" meanwhile Crocodile has to bite back every single we traded genders joke and instead just shrugs, going "I quite literally could not be paid to give a fuck. You know I'm bisexual, this changes little, Clown."

Croc does off hand offer to hook Buggy up with Iva if that's smth she's interested in, tho.

Meanwhile Sanji has come out to the Strawhats as a transwoman as well, and the reactions are much more dramatic but no less supportive - if anything, some may be too supportive /hj ((Franky calls her queen and sis and Hawt Mama, Chopper already began working on ways to synthesize estrogen Just In Case, Luffy could not be made to give a single fuck, Ussop is swooning, Zoro informs her that this changes nothing and he'll still kick her ass, Robin offers her congratulations, Nami is already mathing out adding another bed in the girls' room or making a room JUST for Sanji and Ussop to share, Brooke waits 0.006783259 seconds before asking to see undies, just everyone being supportive and stupid))

This leads to Ivankov getting two separate contacts for their services, and so they arrange to meet at a small-ish island to help both, two birds, one stone :)).

Both crews go full Spiderman meme when they come across each other, and Iva handles it with all the gentility of a bull in a china shop, whisking both ladies away while the rest are left just plain gaping and awkwardly avoiding eye contact or completely oblivious to the tension (cough cough LUFFY).

Insert your own silly ideas here, generally.

But when they come back, Mihawk, Crocodile and Ussop are all just absolutely SWOONING for different reasons, full of Respect Woman Juice and I Love My Wife energy, it's adorable and cute and funny.

((Bonus: Luffy calls Buggy auntie without hesitation, and she almost cries even as she punches him over the head))

THIS IS SO CUTE SELJKFNSFLEFNLNDFDLKNSDLK

Okay, so, my thoughts on this. Crocodile having to hold back the 'we traded genders' joke is so damn real and I laughed SO hard. Love him. So true. And transfem Buggy lives in my mind rent free so this is just perfect because I absolutely love her. She's my beloved. She'd be so anxious about it and cry and Mihawk and Crocodile are like-- So done with her because she's acting stupid and dramatic and of course they're going to still want her. And she's crying and they're rolling their eyes and patting her head at the same time. Poor thing. She needs comfort okay??

And,, Transfem Sanji coming out is always so beautiful in my head. She's been battling her gender issues for AGES and now she feels comfortable enough to come out to the crew. She's anxious but she knows she has to do this now or she never will. And it's-- It's so real to me. The way she would explain everything that happened to her back in Momoiro Island and then say that she's actually a girl. And everyone's quiet because they know she's looking at Luffy only right now, expecting an answer from her captain. And Luffy is just like "??? Okay? You're still my cook. So who cares? You seem happier now!" and that is when Sanji starts crying. Because of course she's crying. And of course, Usopp is the one to hug her first because that's his girlfriend and she needs a hug and forehead kisses right now. But they have 0 privacy because Luffy wants hugs too. I mean. Obviously.

Franky is loud af and he's SOBBING while he screams how proud he is of their cook (I've always said Franky feels like a girldad because just look at how he interacts with Nami. And he's sooooooooo loving Sanji right now). Robin would be so so proud too and would say she's happy for her and smile in the sweetest of ways (Robin please adopt me). I think Chopper would also ask a lot of questions before making estrogen, just in case, but then he'd go and try to make it right away. Nami hugs Sanji but the sweet moment doesn't last long because she's already telling Franky her ideas for a bigger, better room for the girls or!!! "Better!!!!!! A room for Sanji and Usopp so we don't have to deal with them!!!!!! But also make the girl's room bigger because I say so!!!!!!". Zoro says he doesn't give a fuck because he will still kick her ass but he's secretly happy that she looks more relaxed and comfortable in her skin. Brook is Brook and he says his Brook thing about panties but I think Sanji would kick him having the best gender affirmation moment of her fucking life. And Jinbe is just the cutest because I think he'd laugh at the chaotically sweet situation and say that strength comes from being happy with yourself and Sanji is the strongest for being so brave and true to herself (he be saying poetic and cute shit like that and he expects me not to absolutely love him. Dad behavior. I am SO sure he would beat the shit out of anybody who misgendered Sanji. But that's what any Strawhat would do, so,,,).

They go see Iva (Iva my beloved) and they're all,, So uncomfortable,, Buggy acts overconfident and says she's perfectly fine and not scared at all of what Iva's going to do to her body (liar. She's scared af and Crocodile and Mihawk know so they keep scaring her even more because it's funny to see their girlfriend crying. Look. The fact that they're soft and dating doesn't mean they're not gonna bully her). And Sanji has smoked like two fucking boxes of cigarettes already despite saying that she doesn't care about it (she has never been more excited in her entire life) and she's holding Usopp's hand so hard she's going to break it at some point. Anyway, Iva is a dramatic bitch and they make Sanji and Buggy come with them to a more private place because they want it to be a surprise for everyone (drama queen. Love them. I would do it too. Trust the process, girls, you're in good hands). So Cross Guild and the Strawhats end up alone and waiting for their girls to come back. And. Yeah. Uncomfortable. Zoro looks at Mihawk at some point and goes:

Zoro: I thought you were gay. Mihawk: I swing both ways. Usopp: Actually, you swing sword- Mihawk: Awful. Shut up. Don't ever speak to me again. Don't even look at my direction, actually. Roronoa, why is your crew like this? Zoro: It was really funny, though. Mihawk: I wish to not partake in this conversation anymore. Everyone just shut up and wait. ............. Luffy: Hey, guys, do you think Sanji's going to have bigger boobs than Zor- Nami: OH MY GOD LUFFY YOU CAN'T SAY THAT Luffy: BUT I'M CURIOUS Zoro: Yeah, she's going to ask for the biggest of boobs only to piss me off because she's annoying like that. Mihawk: Why would you even care about your breast size, Roronoa? Crocodile: Tsk. You care about mine. Usopp: OH MY GOD SJKFNSKDEWKFJNJKSFN

Okay, so Sanji and Buggy eventually come back. Finally. And they were gorgeous before but now they're even more beautiful because they actually look extremely happy with their bodies. I want to describe how I see them but just check @/vongulli's account and see their fem Buggy because she kills me every time and that's the only way I can see fem Buggy now. And Sanji to me looks like @/sibmakesart's fem Sanji. This artist made a nude fem Sanji not long ago and I loved it,, So much,, ANYWAY!!!!!! Getting carried away.. Thinking about women. It's not my fault I'm a lesbian. But they look perfect and they're comfortable and happy. And Sanji's boobs are surprisingly not huge and Zoro makes a comment about that but Sanji is like:

Sanji: WHAT????? YOU ONLY SEE ME AS A BOOB-OBSESSED GIRL OR WHAT? Literally everyone at the same time: Yes. Sanji: Well, for your information- Usopp: She likes thighs more Sanji: Usopp, don't tell them- Iva: And also, my dears, that is not how my power works Zoro: So you did ask for big boobs and you couldn't have them Sanji: I'm going to kill you and wearing heels it's going to hurt even more Usopp: Is it weird that I'm kind of turned on right now? Nami: ...Haha Usopp: Are you okay? Nami: Hey, Usopp, I- Usopp: You can't fuck her Nami: I swear I can't have anything!!! What do you have against lesbians??? Usopp: YOU WANT TO SLEEP WITH MY GIRLFRIEND WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY??? Nami: I dunno, yes??

Crocodile and Mihawk are having... A moment. They will still bully her and they're sure she's going to look extremely pretty crying and whining but right now she deserves to be worshipped because just look at her. Buggy approaches them and she's like "If you laugh I'm going to throw knives at you and then leave Cross Guild and!! And!! And I'm going to be really mad so pleasedon'tlaughireallylikethispleasedon'truinit" and they look at her with the fondest of looks (but gotta be honest, they're so horny right now it's unbearable. Like yes, happy wife happy home happy everything but also happy dick because just look at her). Crocodile is just frowning and genuinely asks "Why would we laugh? You look stunning, dear" and Mihawk follows with "I must say I'm not surprised, since you've always looked beautiful. But you look... More satisfied with yourself." And Buggy has to hold back the tears and that's why she starts saying things like "Pffft. Yeah! I knew I'd be gorgeous like this too! Now I look even flashier!" and y'know, the two men are letting her have her moment because now she looks even better and they can't stop staring at her. So maybe she's right this time when she fakes confidence.

Usopp and Nami need a second to process everything, I think. Also, they both hit Brook at the same time when he's about to ask Sanji the question™. Nami is having a lesbian moment, but of course Sanji realizes and does her Sanji thing like opening her mouth and speaking:

Sanji: Nami-swaaan!!! Do you like how I look now??? Nami, ignoring her and whispering to herself: Disgusting. I hate this. Zoro: At the end of the day it's just curly, huh? Nami: I was thinking with my dick. Zoro: Yeah. Happens. Been there.

So, Usopp and Sanji finally get their moment together because at least the Strawhats are respectful enough to give them their sweet uhhhh two minutes before they start complimenting Sanji. So that's something! Sanji is confident with her body but is a bit shy and isn't sure what Usopp will think about this. Not that she has changed much, even, but, you know. Just different. In a good way for her! But different. And Usopp approaches her slowly and smiling and he's just so so so happy. And he's like "You look gorgeous!" / "... Really? I wasn't sure whether you'd like it-" / "I will always like you! But more importantly, do you like you?" / "I mean- Weird phrasing, but yes. Yes? I think so. Yes." / "Then that's all that matters." And Sanji really, really doesn't want to cry because she has never cried in front of the whole crew. She just can't help it. But Usopp knows she doesn't like it when others see her cry so he quickly wipes her tears away and when she starts laughing (so so happy and full of love) Usopp just needs to kiss her.

Meanwhile, Luffy is there calling Buggy auntie and asking when she's going to tell Shanks about this. She keeps saying she will never tell him and if he wants to find out, he'll do it through her new wanted poster or whatever, but not from her.

#now this is what i call an amazing ask thank you SO much for this #i just loved writing this so much damn #they're all so silly #one piece #black leg sanji #transfem sanji #buggy the clown #transfem buggy #emporio ivankov #cross guild #strawhat pirates #just tagging the people who actually do stuff in this one bc too many characters and not enough energy #usopp #dracule mihawk #sir crocodile #roronoa zoro #cat burglar nami #monkey d. luffy #sanuso

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romiantic · 8 months

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DRIVE ME CRAZY !

how your faves act after an argument

→ GENRE + WARNINGS: fluff/crack + joking of death

→ A/N: literally had sooooooooo much fun writing this cause I genuinely can see these characters like each category 😭. especially the jjk mfs

dramatic ass mfs — they are literally screaming and crying, BEGGING for you to forgive them. they didn’t mean to yell at you bae, please take them back. no but for real, please take them back, even their friends are hoping every single day that y’all make up and won’t have to hear anymore crying. they’re constantly replaying y’all arguments in their head and wishing they didn’t say what they said or did what they did. they love you so much and hate seeing you get mad at them, even over the smallest thing. you’re their heart’s lifeline and will feel like they’re goners without you by their side. they’re the embodiment of shitting, crying, sliding down the wall in slow motion, throwing up, when y/n is mad at them. please shut them up and forgive them

GOJO, deku, kaminari, atsumu, OIKAWA, yuji, kise, jean, 1610!miles, luffy, SANJI, bachira, connie, sasha, nobara, bokuto, reo, kagami

alright mr/ms. idgaf ! — these “nonchalant” ass mfs act like they don’t give a damn that y’all fought, it’s whatever. no it’s not. these mfs are literally hurting in the chest, they just know how to cover it up well that’s all it is. well, at first they will play it off as if they genuinely don’t care and continue on with their day, playing a game of “who falls first” and believing they’ll win. but as the day goes on, they feel a growing pit of pain and regret. they feel like something is missing and start to spiral when they realize they miss you too much. they can’t keep living like this and call you quickly but cover the much earlier mood by acting nonchalant. they’re pretending that they ain’t care that much, don’t believe them babes !

BAKUGO, ymir, yelena, TOJI, megumi, nanami, choso, 42!miles, geto, zoro, AOMINE, murasakibara, midorima, kuroo, osamu, rin, SAE, barou, eren, levi, maki, dabi, hawks, porco, suna, chigiri, oliver

auntie music is playing — I genuinely don’t know which is worse, them or the dramatic mfs. they start out as dramatic, begging for forgiveness but seeing that you won’t, they continue their day with dreary and sadness. they think of how they shouldn’t have done what they did and concoct a plan to figure out how to win you back, through music. I mean, a way through a person’s heart is through music, prove me wrong? exactly. they’ve stalked your music profile and gathered what you listen to on a regular day, creating a playlist off it. they think of an idea that is brilliant, so brilliant that they’re standing outside your window at two a.m. with a boombox (yes they still make those) in their hand, and “be without you” by mary j blige is playing. they’re screaming screeching the lyrics at the top of their lungs until you text them to stop and come inside. the music stops and they walk inside with quickness and ridiculously stupid smile on their face <3

CONNIE, isagi (bachira’s idea), shidou, todo, GOJO, yuji, bokuto, hinata (haikyuu), nagi, HOBIE, tanaka

i apologize a trillion times — they are in the same category as dramatic but more subtle??? I mean they’re not snot-nosed crying on instagram or posting pictures of you two with some corny music playing in the background with the captions “guys tell y/n to take me back” “I miss my bae” “I’d rather d*e than let y/n leave me”. but depending on the person, they would find any way, shape, or form to apologize. I mean anyway, through a message from an airplane, sending you ten text messages, yes ten, of long paragraphs saying that they’re sorry and they love you so much. they’ll even apologize to you through email, with the subject saying “BABY I MISS YOU”. in conclusion, they’re just “dramatic ass mfs” in a different font

kirishima, aizawa, ARMIN, choso, REINER, mikasa, onyankonpon, kunigami, akashi (knb), kuroo, iwaizumi, akashi (haikyuu), kuroko, YUTA, inumaki, miguel, gwen, shoto, usopp, ace, aran, eren, OLIVER

⭑ literally felt like gojo, connie, and eren could fit all 4 categories ngl 💀

⭑ okay but the amount of fun I had making this-

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐏 💗: Psalm 139:14

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rinbowaman · 11 months

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Part 2 of what if y/n break up with hee we need smut 🥹

EDIT: Here we go.

"His Love..." Original Drabble Part 2. (MDNI18+).

Not proofread, so sorry. please ignore any errors or mistakes.

WARNINGS: SMUT...Non-con, turned to dubious con, right back to slight non-con again. lots of back and forth. Heethan is angry and takes it out on y/n, mentions of pain, tearing, friction, screaming, pleading. Unprotected sex, breeding kink (HUGE breeding kink) and forced domestication, forced breeding, obsessive behaviors, abuse of power or authority, power imbalance in relationship, praising kink, primal kink, and i'm pretty sure that's it.

He pulls your pelvis tight against his groin, causing you to tilt your head back.

As the back of your head remains pressed up against the wall, your hands rest on his chest, while he continues to lean in with the tip of his nose and lips barely grazing against your neck and chin. Pulling you in even closer by your groin, his action causes you to arch your back, making you tilt back even further.

Wrapping his arm around your lower back, he pulls you completely in against his chest.

Grabbing you firmly, he drags you as he kept you somewhat suspended. The feeling of your toes dragging against the carpet was all you could feel as he grunted when he swung you onto the large bed.

Panicking, you started to perform a slow back crawl on your elbows as he reaches down and snags your lace underwear, ripping it off your body. He kneels down before you on the bed, not even taking off his tanker jacket, his hat, or those fingerless gloves. The silhouette of his shaggy hair grazing pass the helix of his ears, as well as tapering down the back of his neck could be seen as the dim lighting from the moon outside peers in through the window.

"...E-Ethan....wait.."

You stuttered out as he kneels closer to you, his hands draping his sides as the shadow of his hat covers his eyes, leaving the tip of his nose and his mouth exposed. All he did in response was smirk as he appeared to be gazing at the nude exposure of your body. You cross your legs and cross your arms over your chest as you sat up, propping yourself by extending your free hand slightly behind, trying to cover as much of yourself as you could.

"Trying to hide? Why? you're sooooooooo beautiful like this."

"Ethan wait. Can we just-"

"Your skin feels so soft...." he interrupts as he strokes your legs, grabbing your ankles as he moves himself in between your legs. The rough feeling of his jeans rubbing against your soft center felt harsh, causing you to slightly jolt and wince in discomfort. The leather of his gloves can be felt as he drags his hands up against your thighs, moving closer towards your hips.

"You smell good too..." he states as he lowers his face, places a delicate kiss on your pelvic bone before he drags the tip of his nose upwards towards your belly button, inhaling the scent of your skin in deep breaths.

"I bet you taste good. Hmm? I'm right, aren't I?"

You felt the weight of his body once it was nearly squared with yours in full parallel symmetry, as he lays on top of you, pushing you down on your back from your seated position and traps you in against his resting forearms, propping his chest to remain hovering above yours.

Leaning his neck down, he kisses you, it wasn't gentle, but it wasnt all that rough either. It seemed desperate.

"Ethan..." you gasped out as his lips remained plastered against yours.

"mmhmm?" he hums as he continues to embrace your lips with your own, each time you try and take a breath or break free, he continues to tilt and sway his face to remain aligned with your features, never allowing you to escape.

"Ethan...i'm sorry. please...can we just talk first?" you pleaded softly as you softly place your hands on his chest, gripping a handful of his jacket as you feel his pelvis grow even more dense against yours.

"Talk? You wanna talk? Hmm...funny, probably should have done that before you decided to try and leave."

"I...I tried...but..."

"But?"

"You never listen! you're too set in your ways."

"So thats what this is about?"

"I just....i wish you would take some of my desires into consideration."

"And what are your desires?"

You paused for a moment, shifting your gaze for a moment to the ceiling you found the courage to re-engage in the rebound conversation that you knew would irk him.

"...I dont know if i want to move to Korea....at least not in a month after you graduate, it's too soon. I might want to stay and finish school here."

"yeeeeeeah...that's not going to work."

"Why can't i meet up iwth you later on?"

Looking shocked as he raised his brows, widened his eyes, and moved his head back slightly, you saw the transition of shock merge into displeasure as he continues to tilt his head back and glare at you with a piercing gaze from above. Shifting his eyes to grow narrow, much more narrow than they were already, he furrows his brows and licks his lips as they remained parted.

"You expect me to be okay with leaving you here and being away from me while I'm on the other side of the world?"

Him breaking down your request made it sound much worse than how he took it. Yet, you remained steadfast and slightly nodded. You were too scared to take that huge step and move overseas, and it was all happening too fast, you wanted to take your time, even if it meant that you had to create some distance between you and him.

"Really..." he continues to glare at you, not at all moving from his position. Though before you could respond, you slightly gasped at the sound of his fists grabbing onto the bedding right beside your ears as he issues his rhetorical question.

"....yes....possibly."

Smacking his lips as he continues to pierce you with his eyes, he pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, his expression alternating between anger and annoyance.

"i'm sorry....Ethan..."

"mmm.....yeah. You should be." he calmly states. You stared back, wide eyed, when the sound of his knuckle cracking up against your ear caused you to turn your face away and towards it, shocking you into fear. You've been with him long enough to know what it meant when he cracked his knuckles....it was one of two things.

Either he was ready to protect and plunder, attacking any foe or opponent that posed a threat.

Or...

When his animalistic nature was beginning to rile up, causing him to lose all sense of control as the intensity of the beast inside him starts to claw his way out and prepares to feast.

"Ethan...please..."

Tilting his head down, the bill of his hat presses against your chest, he chuckles lowly, sending chills all throughout your body.

"Well...babydoll.....I dont care for what you did...neither does my other half. So guess what?" he lifts his head back up and gives you a laconic smirk, it lacked the playful essence it normally contained, instead, while the sadistic expression remained, it was clear that he was smirking out of irritation.

"Time to tear your wings...my little butterfly."

You barely had time to take in the meaning of his statement as he presses his lips against yours, it was passionate and not at all rough, but the tenacity of his nature scared you.

You shift your face left to right, up and down, he only followed and maintained contact and continued to swallow every single one of your breaths that you attempted to take in.

Running his fingers through your hair, he extends his thumb and starts to stroke your ear as he continues to trap you in his kiss.

Humming into your mouth as you moaned and whimpered, you felt the growing bulge of his length against your center as he buries it in.

You whimpered, grew wide eyed, and lifted your head, only for him to push it back down through his kiss as he pelts a hard thrust against you.

"Mmhmm...." breaking the kiss for just a moment, he tells you, "lets go ahead and rip them off. No more flying away...EVER."

"No, Ethan! not like this!"

"Be quiet and come here." his tone was soft and whispering as you begged out, trying to push against his chest.

"No...."

"I fucking said come here, or do i need to move you myself?"

Plastering kisses all over your neck and your cheek, the feeling of his bulge behind his jeans presses up against your folds, you started to feel the sensation that both, Heeseung and Ethan, were good at giving, and it was making you falter and cave in as your body began to tingle and yearn for more.

'No...please dont...dont cave into him!'

You tried to tell your body otherwise, yet it only catered to the way he was rubbing against you, touching you, kissing you, or stroking you.

"No! Stop! I dont want to."

"Mmhmm...yesssss you do...." he whispers in your ear, taking in your body's language and reaction as the affirmative. He wasn't wrong, the words coming out of your mouth was in denial, you were trying your hardest to remain headstrong but deep down you knew...you wanted more of what he was giving you.

Taking his hand, with the fingerless glove remaining on it, he reaches in between your legs and rubs his two finger tips up and down your clit.

"...Ethan..." you softly moan out.

"Yeah?" He kisses your neck, your cheek, and your ear. "What is it babydoll?" placing his lips against your cheek, he smile, forcing you to feel the stretch of his lips as he does so.

'Dont say it....dont....you'll regret it. Don't give in y/n...'

You did your best to tell yourself to hold off...to hang in there.

Burying his face into your neck, he reissues his question, with a much harsher tone.

"Baaaaaabydooooollll...." he whispers right up against your ear. "Fucking tell me."

You snapped, that did it for you.

"E-Ethan! Touch me Ethan...please...please do everything to me. Put your hands on me...please."

Your hips motions in waves, gently tapping against his pelvis. The palms you had flat against his jacket, grips the material once more only this time, you try to pull him down to you as he remained steadfast in hovering above as his forearms remained rested on the bedding beside your ears. He admires your side profile as you shift your face away and began to whimper at the feel of his hard groin whenever your hips tapped them.

Smirking at you as his lids grew heavy, shutting his eyes half way, he scoffs out and antagonizes you.

"Yeah? You want me to give it to you...dont you?"

"yes...." You whimper out, strands of your hair decorate your face as you shift your head as you expressed your desire through the motions of your body all the while you lay trapped under him.

"You want it badly, dont you?" he leans in and licks inside your ear, a soft kiss accompanies it. Taking your hand and placing it over his bulge, his face remains nuzzled against your ear.

"Y-yes!..."

"Yeah?..." he kisses your ear yet again, while simultaneously lifting your leg by the thigh, wrapping it around his waist. "Say it again."

"I want it...."

"You want me to put my dick inside you?"

"...mm...mmmhmm..." you whimper out in the affirmative as you shift your face away and relish the feeling of his lips pressing against your neck. He doesn't kiss, bite, or lick...he just remains still with his lips pressed against the soft and smoothness of your skin.

"Kay....come here, I'll fucking feed you."

Using your hand, he motions your fingers to unzip and unbotton his jeans by tapping your back palm with his fingers.

Feeding it through inside his briefs, he coaxes you to touch, grab, and stroke the warm muscle that lays dormant under the cotton material.

"Come on baby, take it out so I can feed that pussy." He hums against your ear softly with a low and deep tone. Deeper than usual.

You whimpered at the vulgarity of his words. It did something to you....it made you want more of him.

Doing as he bids, you feed the lengthy and thick muscle out, watching it bounce against your stomach as it sticks out from his jeans. Your hips never once stopped moving, you reach down and begin to stroke it as you kiss him and continue to move in waves.

Deep down, you knew that you may regret this, that he was going to spend the night teasing, mocking, and antagonizing you...but right now, it was all that you wanted.

Slightly gasping a slow and low breath against your ear, he whispers out.

"Yeeeeah...you want that inside...dont you?"

You merely moaned as he continued to speak, his voice low and hoarse, croaking at the very last bit in a very deep pitch.

"You want me to fuck a baby in you?" He grabs onto your pelvic bone and squeezes as he slightly pulls his head back and looks you square in the face. Eyes locked on with yours.

Your eyes remained hazily half shut, glistened with the gloss of moisture from intense desire and lust overwhelming your body. Admiring your exrpression, he remains propped up against his forearms, a hand comes up and strokes his chin as he peers at you from above with lazy lids, smirking against his fingers.

"Yeah? That's what you want isnt it?" His voice, was so soft and deep, it could have melted butter. Taking his index finger, with the knuckle facing towards his lips, he strokes it against his party open mouth before gently biting on it, eyeing you down as his lids grew slightly heavier. His hat remains barely covering the shine in his black iris'.

"Yes....yes I do....I do.." The lust and pulsating throbs in your core made you say it...you couldn't think or process anything, all you wanted was to get fucked by him....

Getting you from resisting, to begging for him was something that he did on purpose. He wanted you to beg and to say 'yes, I want it.'

It had nothing really to do with the courtesy of receiving consent. If angry, Ethan couldn't care less about that, especially since he claimed you, and that you belonged to him. Therefore, if he wanted you, who was to stop him? Including yourself. You'll give it to him though, he always made it worth the while. You've never felt pleasure like you had with Heeseung and his Ethan side.

The real reason behind getting you to beg for him, all accomplished by his touch, his kiss, and his bite, was so that he could use it against you later on, should you complain or get upset for whatever comes from tonight, whether its bruises, bite marks, or intense soreness.

He knew how you were, so he was going to make sure that in the case you ever opened your mouth to express the slightest bit of objection, he would have the following words ready to slap your way along with a devilish smirk...

'You said you wanted it, riiiight? I only gave you what you asked for, pretty baby. Dont you remember how much you wanted me to fuck your brains out that night? Hmm?'

Whenever he would say those words to you, it made you feel angry, yet the moment he'd touch you and kissed you again, you always catered back to openly receiving him.

'I hate how weak I am....and I hate that he knows it.'

"Mmm...." he kisses you once more. "Come here baby. Lets put a baby inside you tonight, yeah?"

You began peeling his jacket off his shoulders, eager to feel his skin coating your own.

Kneeling up as he suspends his body away from yours, he removes his clothing, all the while his shaft remained out, stiff, and resting in your hand as you gently continued to stroke it while he took off his garments.

"Keep stroking it baby." he softly urges you.

You reach up with your other hand, and alternate between each one as you take turns stroking and massaging it tenderly, one hand after another.

"Ethan....."

"I know. I'm going to." he issues, his side profile facing you as he discards his fitted t-shirt. Only his jeans remained when he leans in and kisses you.

For a moment after, he finally kneels back up, shifts over to the side off the bed, and takes off his jeans, becoming fully nude just as you were. Walking back over to the edge closest to your face, he cradles your chin and leans in to kiss you once more.

You sit up and press your body against his, his shaft poking against your stomach. It felt incredibly stiff and hard.

Little did you know, regardless of you being compliant and him being passionate with you thus far, you had made him angry, and he didn't let the moment slip to remind you of that, all because he was still mad at you.

"Just to remind you....you pissed me off tonight..really...FUCKING pissed." he grabs your neck, slightly squeezing it.

"As much as you're going to enjoy this, you're going to hate it just as well. I'm going to make sure you do." he snarls his upper lip into a twisted smirk.

"Try and leave me like that again...I dare you... see what happens, y/n. Fucking test me.'

He bit down on his lip angrily, before admitting another harsh and irritated chuckle at you with a twisted smirk.

"So...with that being said...are you ready?" he asks as he tilts his head and slightly grins at you with a sadistic and murderous gaze.

You nodded with the grip of his hand firmly remaining around your neck, his finger tips tapping against your skin as he holds onto you.

Chuckling at your displayed obedience, he merely remarks lowly.

"heh...yeeeeah...we'll see about that."

pushing you back on your back as he swiftly hovers back on top of you, the harshness of his lips kissing you as he takes your wrists, and pins them on the pillow slightly caused you to panic internally. You weren't able to submit any of your protests as he kept your lips fully engaged with his, biting down and causing a minor puncture wound on your bottom lip. The feeling of his groin hitting against your center as he remains in a non-penetrative state, taking the savoring moment to create a smacking sound to echo throughout the room, and shooting into your ear canal. You knew he did it on purpose, to make that dreaded feeling you already had, to build up more and become exaggerated. He knew that how the sound effects affected you.

Since he already knew that he got you in a state of yearning, he wanted to send off reminders that you shouldn't be looking forward to what you were asking for, enhancing the point that you messed up...big time. you heeded the reminders, and just as he wanted to accomplish, you started to regret your decision.

Keeping your wrists pinned, rather tightly at that, he places them together and latches on his large hand to wrap around both of them as they remained fixed above your head.

Reaching down with his free hand, he guides in his shaft, pressing the bulged tip in between your folds without warning, yet he doesn't immediately enter. Rubbing up and down, you feel him pressing against skin and muscle as he slides it in between the plush flesh of your lips, and adds a circular motion as he continues to rub it.

Lips locked, noses pressed on your cheek, he wasn't at all slow when he entered...not at all. Considering Ethan's vulgar sexual nature, he's never been so hasty when inserting himself, not like this anyway.

The moment you felt the intense pressure without any mercy from his entry, you gasped and raised your head, only for his face to push yours back down, smirking against the pain your mouth expressed.

"Hmmm....yeah....thats right. Fucking take it."

He scoffs out as you began to moan-no....scream... you were screaming. The sting was too much, and you felt the intense burn from the friction as he forcefully slid into you.

"Heh...i bet it's painful, isnt it?" he teases, but was sincere enough as his grip tightened around your wrist, bidding for you to answer.

"Y-yes!!" Your voice was extremely shaky.

"Hmm....good."

Sliding the remaining inches inside, he buries his groin into you deeply.

"E-Ethan! Too deep! It's too deep! please! m-more....gently....please..."

Ignoring your pleas, he doesn't respond...in fact, you would be shocked if he had even heard you, because the moment you issued your last plea, he immediately began thrusting...it was hard, fast, rough, and painful. Maybe he did hear you after all, as you felt a sense of motivation behind his rough act.

He didn't just thrusted...he slammed...he smacked...he rammed into you as hard as he could. Leveraging a swift and powerful momentum by remaining propped by the hand that pinned your wrist, along with his other planted on the bed next to you, Ethan used the gravitational force of dropping his weight after conducting each lift, plundering into you with extreme force. So hard in fact, he started to grunt and growl each time he re-entered inside.

"Heheheheh....f-fuck.....fuck you're so tight...." he grunts out in between his heavy breaths.

"How does it feel?....Y/n.....to get fucked like this?....bet you're finally realizing how much i'm ruining you, arent you? fucking pretty girl....my pretty girl."

Taking his free hand, he scoops it under your head and lifts it, forcing you to watch the act of his harsh and violent penetration into you.

"Look at it....." he gasps as he continues to breath heavily.

You immediately shifted your face away and whimpered negatively, as the sight instilled a sense of intimidation inside.

"I said fucking look at it!" his voice was harsh, stern, and forceful as he grabbed on to your hair and jolted you to face forward to watch his performance. Left with no choice, you did as he bids.

It was unsettling, yet it caused you to become more moist. The view of watching yourself getting owned by your man was both pleasing and displeasing. YOu felt conflicted as your emotional mind tried to remain strong and true, yet your body, your muscles, your blood, and your bones were weakened with pleasure and pain that made your voice reach a pitch higher than you've ever known.

"Yeah...watch me feed you.....see how tight you're wrapped around me? see it?"

"I....I see it...."

His thrust continued on and on. After succumbing to orgasm four times, you started to feel the effects of overstimulation, yet Ethan, took on great pleasure to withhold himself from cumming. Each time he came close, he purposely slowed his pace just so he could calm his shaft, only to come back with a vengance and fuck you more...and harder.

Your body couldn't produce anymore moisture, you started to feel yourself tearing as the friction of his skin rubbing against yours caused you to squim and scream in pain.

You begged and begged, yet he wouldn't stop. He kept going, for God knows how long.

Finally the moment you had been waiting for, so much that you began to stream out tears of relief when he finally groaned out.

"Uhhhh...FUCK....i'm gonna cum..." He buries his face against your ear, with his lips latched onto your neck.

"Pl-please...please cum already.....cum...." at this point, you would have given anything for him to be done, even if it meant him releasing withheld loads inside your walls.

Roaring into your ear, he made sure you heard and felt every hot breath as he filled you up with his essence.

He remained laying on top of you, breathing deeply against your ear as he once again pins your wrists down.

"Ugh....ugh.....ugh......ugh....." Grunting his moans inside your canal, he makes sure that you heard every last bit of his gasps so that you knew he had put everything inside you.

You feel his fingers gripping tightly around your wrists.

"Pleease....please let me go now.....you got what you wanted..." you plead as you started to sob from the soreness as he remained inside you, throbbing, pulsating, twitching, and tapping against your walls.

When suddenly you felt the bounce and vibration of his body tapping against yours as he laughs...

He.....was.....laughing...

"Ughhhhhh.....fuck y/n...." he slowly lifts his face away from your neck as he looks you directly in the eyes.

"Did you forget about me?"

'Heeseung....'

You feel his groin slowly committing thrusts into you, as his dick remained inside and begins to re-harden against your walls.

"Heeseung! Stop! No-no more!"

"Shhh..shh shhh shhh..."

"No! Heeseung please!"

"Fuck baby you're making me hard again."

"No!!"

You lost count at how many times he and Ethan took turns alternating between their two faces, fucking you relentlessly. You were reminded of your mistake after that night, from feeling the intensity of their wrath by being sore and in pain for nearly three days after the fact.

But more importantly....

The biggest reminder...was when you heard the words....

"Ah! there it is! you see that? That's the heartbeat."

The doctor states as the nurse holds your hands gleefully.

"Oh congratulations!"

"Yes, i would say about four to five weeks. Congratulations Mrs. Lee."

Heeseung stood off to the side with his arms crossed, his back leaned up against the wall as he smiled with wide eyes towards the screen displaying the ultrasound. The nurse that held your hand stood by his side and patted his back, also congratulating him.

"We'll leave you to get dressed, once you're finished we'll be back to give you the paperwork and your next set of appointments." the doctor states as he and the nurse took their leave.

Remaining still, you sat up on the care bed, staring at your partially exposed legs...you felt like crying.

Yet, the moment you heard him take a step or two towards you, you snapped out of your emotional state.

"Hmph..." he remained standing with his arms crossed, his cap hovering his eyes as he stares down at you with a heavy lidded gaze. He takes your chin and delicately cradles it with his fingers, making you look up at him. His thumb extends upwards to stroke the corner of your mouth.

"Now, tell me that you're happy."

".....I'm....happy."

"Now say it like you mean it..."

"I'm....very happy...really happy."

"And? What else are you supposed to say?" He raises a brow at you as he tilts his head slightly, still peering at you from above, all high and mighty as he tenderly strokes your lips with the pad of his thumb. A faint twisted smirk appearing on his half Heeseung and half Ethan face.

"....Thank you....for giving me...my baby."

Leaning in, he kisses you on the cheek so tenderly and passionately, before whispering against your lips.

"Good girl."

Authors Note: Well goddamn Heethan.....you know the man is actually super nice and rational...but God help us when you piss him off...like legitimately piss him off. not that kiddy shit like in the smaus lol. but yeah....part 2 to the original "His Love..." drabble.

Tomorrow i'll post the adjusted piece of the AR (same drabble) where y/n actually successfully leaves the country and another man comes intot eh scene. that one isnt going to be so pretty yall. hope you're prepared.

#heeseung x reader #heeseung smut #heeseung scenarios #heeseung hard hours #enha x reader #heeseung hard thoughts #heeseung fanfic #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enha heeseung #kpop smut

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carolfierce116 · 7 months

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I Want You Around

A/N: Sooooooooo I haven't done this in a verrryyyyyy loooonnnnggggg tiiiimmmmmeeeee. Writer's block/real life circumstances/and self doubt is a bitch. But a burst of inspiration hit me out of nowhere and this is what I came up with. Let's see where this goes. S/O to @lisayourworries for staying on my ass & @krysxtotheo for the constant thirst chats about The Bloodline.

*Pairings: Solo Sikoa/OC (black fem)

*Warnings: 18+, hint of smut but not too much.....for now

*Word Count: Approximately 1900 words

************************************************************************“Krys you awake?”

“No.”

Chocolate brown eyes rolled as a soft giggle filled the room. The woman laying next to the muscular body turned to face her bed companion, resting her head on top of her arm. Her gaze landed on the side profile of her boyfriend’s face, his expression unchanging.

“I’ve been thinking.”

“That can’t be good,” Krys joked with a small smile. She reached out and placed her index finger on his cheek, turning his face towards hers. “What’s on your mind Sefa?”

“Us.”

“Us?” Krys asked with a raise of her perfectly arched brow. “What about us?”

Silence filled the room as Sefa studied the woman’s face, his eyes unreadable. Krys felt her palms start to perspire despite being completely nude under the lightweight bed sheet, the air conditioner nestled in the window rumbling lowly above the bed her and Sefa laid in. Despite being in a relationship with one another for a little over a year, most times Sefa was a puzzle that Krys couldn’t solve. He mostly kept to himself not allowing many people to penetrate the hardened exterior that he constructed to conceal his innermost thoughts and emotions.

Krys, however, was different.

From the moment he laid eyes on her on his first day at NXT as she prepared to take his introductory photo after he joined the company he was enamored with her. From her infectious giggle to the way her light brown eyes sparkled when she watched him ringside performing as she snapped pictures to the way her body melted under his firm but loving touch whenever they made love, Krys had managed to do the one thing that no other woman before her could do.

She turned him into a pile of mush.

That could be the only explanation as to why he was even considering this proposition. His brain was screaming at him that he was taking a huge risk and to slow down. There was no need to make such a hasty decision at this stage of their relationship. They needed more time to get to know one another to strengthen their bond. Things were great the way they were currently going. So why change what wasn’t broken?

However, despite all of the valid reasons his brain created he couldn’t ignore his gut telling him he was making the right choice.

Sefa parted his lips to speak before Krys’s shaky exhale interrupted his thoughts. She fully sat up in the bed, using the sheet as a temporary shield to hide her breasts that were decorated with of a spattering of Sefa’s teeth marks.

“Sefa, I already know what you’re going to say.”

“You do?”

Krys nodded and ran a hand through her curly blondish brown hair, pushing it away from her face. “Yeah. You’re gonna say that you care about me but you need to focus on your career now. You just got called up to the main roster and that requires a lot of focus and you can’t handle being distracted with a semi long distance relationship while I still work down at NXT.”

“Krys-"

“And I get it. This has been a dream of yours before we even knew one another. So it hurts but I completely understand it.”

“But-“

“You’re a great guy and I want the best for you. I truly mean that. Even if it means we have to break up.”

Sefa’s head jerked towards Krys, his brows furrowed in confusion. “Break up? You think I want to break-"

“I really should get going,” Krys interrupted as she swung her legs out of the bed, her foot touching the hardwood floor to look for her slipper. Before her other foot could do the same, Sefa’s large hand darted out and gently grabbed her wrist and halting her movements. Krys shivered at his touch, a chill running the length of her body and making her nipples harden instantly.

“Move in with me.”

Krys’s lips parted slightly as her eyes widened before darting to look at Sefa who was staring intently at her.

“What?”

“I don’t wanna break up with you Krystle. I want you to move in with me.”

The couple held each other’s stare waiting for the other one to speak. Krys cracked first, clearing her throat softly. “Wow I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Why not?”

“It’s just…I mean we’re…well…honestly Sefa I didn’t think that was an option,” she admitted softly. Her gaze fell to her lap and she shrugged. “You just don’t seem like the type that would want a woman living with you and being around 24/7. You’re kinda of a loner.”

A soft chuckle fell from Sefa’s full lips. “True.”

“And things are going really well between us. Sure the new adjustment of you being on the road weekly is a new challenge but besides that we’re pretty solid.”

“Is that so? Well why did you automatically assume I wanted to break up with you a few minutes ago?” Sefa asked as he folded his arms across his chest.

Krys shrugged. “I mean if your boyfriend tells you that they’ve been thinking about your relationship late at night it typically aren’t good thoughts.” She turned to look at him over her shoulder. “So you don’t want to break up with me?”

“I love you Krys why would I want to break up with you?”

Sefa watched as relief flushed over Krys’s face, another small exhale slipping from her lips at his admission. She slipped out from underneath the sheets and started to pace back and forth in front of the bed. His eyes couldn’t help but study the naked frame in front of him, her full breasts bouncing slightly with every step she took as her hips swayed from side to side. He subconsciously bit his bottom lip as his eyes landed on her supple ass, the moonlight streaming into his room accentuating her caramel hued skin that was prickled with various stretch marks that he loved to trace with his tongue any chance he got. Not only was Krys the most beautiful and sexiest woman he laid eyes on but she also one of the nicest people he knew. As corny as it fuckin sounded she was one of the rare people that managed to lighten anybody’s life that she came in contact with. She was extremely compassionate and charming and could crack the toughest person she encountered, her contagious personality causing people to constantly want to be in her presence.

Sefa was a prime example of that.

When he finally got signed by WWE, Sefa main goal was to add to his family’s rich wrestling legacy. He knew he had big shoes to fill based on the amount of Hall of Famers in his family and the current legacy his brothers and cousin were crafting at that very moment. Sefa told himself that failure was not an option. Being less than great was not a choice. And he was willing to put in the work to carve his own legacy that would be praised for decades to come.

But the moment he met Krys, his goals shifted.

Sure he still wanted to become one of the greats in his family. But now he slowly found himself thinking about what he wanted his life outside the ring to look like. And every fantasy included Krys. Marrying her. Having kids with her. Growing old with her. Loving her until he took his last breath.

But those fantasies couldn’t become a reality if the naked woman in front of him wasn’t on board.

“You don’t seem happy about my request.”

Krys stopped pacing back and forth at the sound of disappointment in Sefa’s voice and turned to face him. “Baby it’s not that I’m not happy. I just want to make sure this is something you truly want. What if we move in together and it ruins what we have now? I don’t want to lose you.”

Sefa stood to his feet and climbed out of his bed, taking large strides towards Krys before he finally reached her. His muscular arms wrapped around her body pulling it plush against his chest as he dropped a kiss on her temple. Krys’s arms automatically opened to hug him back, her body relaxing in his embrace.

“Krys I don’t wanna lose you either. But I also know that I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. You’re right I’m a loner and stay to myself. I keep most people at a distance. But Krystle Washington you’re not one of those people. I want to come home from the road with you waiting for me to talk my ear off about whatever gossip from those housewives shows you watch that you read that day. Or to wake up every single morning and watch you test every last bit of resolve I have while doing your daily yoga routine in the living room. I want all that sappy shit in those rom com movies that you force me to watch with you and only you.”

Krys scoffed. “Stop lying I do not force you to watch those movies with me. You love them just like I do,” she said with a giggle.

Sefa smirked. “What I love more is watching them with you. I love spending time with you baby.” He pulled away from the embrace and titled Krys’s head upward so they could lock eyes once again. “Admit it I make a compelling argument.”

Krys couldn’t stop the small grin from appearing on the corners of her lips as Sefa’s words resonated in her mind. It wasn’t like she already didn’t spend all of her free time at his place. Financially it made sense to agree to his request so she could stop paying rent for a place that she had barely slept in since the moment her and Sefa became intimate a few months prior. There was no denying how head over heels she was for him and the mere thought of taking this leap with him and moving to the next stage of their relationship excited her. But it was still a huge decision she had to think about. And seeing as how the two of them were currently holding each other’s naked bodies, his penis slowly awakening and slapping her inner thigh she knew it was not the right circumstance to think clearly.

“I’m not saying no.” She held up her index finger as a wide smile spread across Sefa’s face. “But I’m not saying yes either. Not yet anyway. I’m just saying give me some time to think about it babe.”

Sefa nodded. “Ok that’s fair enough.”

Before Krys could say anything else, Sefa dipped his head and captured her lips in a smoldering kiss. She felt the wind slowly evaporate from her body as she quickly became lightheaded. She placed her small palms on Sefa’s chest to steady herself as his tongue slid out of his mouth and expertly pried the seams of her full lips before quickly tangling with her tongue. His hands fell to her round ass and squeezed generously eliciting a loud moan from Krys. Her thighs instinctively parted as the heat rushed to her pussy causing it to throb without being touched and begged for attention. Sefa’s arms suddenly scooped Krys’s body into a fireman’s carry and he slowly walked back to the bed without their lips parting, planning to spend the next few hours to convince her to take him up on his offer.

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aintinacage · 4 days

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TBB FINALE RANT

Omega releasing the Zillo beast was SOOOOOOOOO her! And when Crosshair asking if it was her work or Echo’s… Wrecker and Hunter both saying “Omega!”

OMEGA BEING HUNTER JR! She’s such the little leader just like her daddy! It was so sweet when she talked about Wrecker being afraid of heights.

Guys… Crosshair trying to pull another Plan 99, saying that Omega needed them and not him. And Hunter telling him that it was not an option.

THAT FIGHT SCENE! And Crosshair losing his hand!!! :(

HUNTER BEING TORTURED!!!! I live for angst just as much as fluff and just wanted to scream! My poor baby!

Wrecker going into total bear mode! Oooh he’s so good!

And here is where I go off the rails…

FLOPPY HAIRED HUNTER!!!!!! I HAVE LITERALLY BEGGED FOR THIS AND LUCASFILM HAS BEEN COWARDS, BUT I FINALLY GOT IT! I’M STILL LOSING MY MIND OVER THIS WHOLE SCENE!

Omega hugging them both! So sweet!

Them sitting under the tree and Omega laying her head on Hunter’s arm!!!!!! Cue tears of joy!

And if that wasn’t enough Daddy Hunter…

OLD MAN HUNTER MADE MY HEART SO HAPPY!!!! Omega’s hair!!!! AND she’s wearing one of his bandanas! Literally all my dreams came true!

Dave Filoni and everyone else in the making of Bad Batch really outdid themselves with this finale in my opinion!

Feel free to comment or rant with me!!!

#FLOPPY HAIRED HUNTER #tbb spoilers #bige ted talks #the bad batch #bad batch #TBB #tbb season 3 #sw tbb #bad batch spoilers #bad batch finale

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faeflowerz · 1 year

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Giving Head in Public: Riddle

CW: Fem!Reader giving sloppy toppy. Giving dome. Bobbin on the knob. Oral. Oh also Riddle's hung so yeah. Do not interact with this post if you are under 18 or don't have your age in your bio. You WILL be immediately blocked.

A/N: I was gonna finish part two of the first years thing but I got to thinking about this. Don't perceive me.

Sooooooooo, Riddle is def the kind of boy who would freak out if suddenly met with an s/o looking to suck him off. I got a few scenarios too. Im a whore for him and my mouth is made for him. Seriously, i blacked out for half of this.

In the rose garden would catch him by surprise for sure. It's another tea party and like usual, its a controlled chaos. Riddle is trying to have a conversation with Trey, but its hard when you're groping his thighs. You are sitting there smiling and pretending to be invested in whatever Cater is telling Ace but every so often you glance to see your boyfriend clear his throat and shift slightly. You've got your hand on one of his thick thighs and it's moving higher up and between his legs.

Riddle's trying to keep his composure. You'd been pretty needy lately and although he promised that he'd give you attention tonight, his strict curfew and this long ass party won't give you enough time with him before bed. So, this is your alternative. Your fingers sink into his soft meaty legs and the glint of anger in his big pretty eyes sends a delightful surge of excitement to your pussy. Fuck, you love when he gives you that look. It meant that you're gonna have it coming later.

When your fingers brush against a familiar lump, Riddle's face softens. He's rather sensitive and those skintight pants make it impossible for him to wear underwear. He tries to drink his tea as your index finger traces the thickness strained against his thigh. You haven't gone all the way yet, but you didn't shy away from your urges. And you can't take it anymore.

Nobody notices when you slip out of your chair and under the table. Nobody but Riddle. In that moment, he decides that he can't call you out on it. Unless he wanted the entire party to see his scepter, he has to sit there. Underneath, you're dragging your tongue along the outline of his cock, leaving slight wet stains on the fabric. You can't hold back as you go right for the main course. Pulling down his pants, his dick slowly rises once its free. You personally blame Riddle for your oral fixation.

His cock is girthy, and the tip gets bright red when he's horny, upset, embarrassed...or any other emotion he goes through when you do shit like this. Does it bother him? Yes. Does he cum harder when you're in public? Also yes. Why else would you do it besides your nympho tendencies? Your mouth is watering as you open wide to lead his cockhead past your lips. Riddle's pre spurts out when you twirl your tongue. His thighs tense up for a moment and you rub gentle circles with your thumbs to calm him down.

"Are you alright? You look a little red."

"Ah, it's nothing."

"Wait, where's...I don't see them anywhere."

"They had to...ahem, make a call." He's an awful liar, but no one calls him out on it. He's screaming on the inside as his dick slides deeper down your throat. The first time you did that, his soul nearly ascended. You wish you could see his face. He always makes the cutest reactions and its a shame when you miss out. Riddle's cock is throbbing just like you like it. Soon, you reach his base. Your nose gets buried in his soft rosebush. Despite the shower, his natural scent is already coming through. With a pleased sigh, you pull back slightly before setting a slow pace. It was agony for him but he can handle a little torture.

Riddle's weak now. His legs have gone slack as you very nearly suck the life out of him. Sweat clings to the back of his neck and he's got the cutest rosy red on his cheeks. You were nothing but trouble and yet...he never made you stop. Every time you got between his legs, Riddle never pulled you off. How could he when you clung to him so tightly?

Your eyes lull closed and you're slobbering all over him. When you grab his ass, Riddle bucks suddenly. That's when you bob your head faster. One of his hands grabs your hair and he pulls. Hard. That nearly makes you cum. Enough playing around. Riddle pulls on your hair until most of his dick is out of your mouth before he slams back into you.

When he cums, he makes sure you take it all. He likes to paint your face white, but since everyone is still milling about, you gotta swallow. The queen is pretty demanding but isn't that why he's in charge in the first place? Once he finishes, you're humping his leg like a bitch in heat. The slick of your pussy stains his boot but you genuinely couldn't care less. One more thing for him to punish you for. Just the thought of him finally fucking you into his mattress eggs you on.

And yes. Trey probably figures out what you were doing down there.

The library isn't off limits either. Like ok.

Riddle's not seen you in some time because exams always sends him into overdrive. He tends to push people away during his study sessions because when it comes to exams, he goes at it alone. Unfortunately, he demands that you also keep your distance too. Sad face. You understand, though. He's type A and you're distracting. Still, he sends you texts and sweet little notes to let you know that he does think about you. Really, your relationship is usually really sweet and cute outside of all the oral (and anal).

Anyway, you miss him. Of course you do! Your fingers are soaked and you've been moaning loud enough to scare the ghosts. Surely he's been stressed, right? Right.

You go on the prowl for him, asking around to find him. Its that terrifying glint in your eye that finally makes everyone fess up: he's in the library. Riddle won't mind if you pay him a visit. He needs a break. A good intense break.

"I thought I told you to keep your distance," he says firmly. Riddle's had his nose in his book but when your perfume comes wafting by him, he's ready to kick you out. But it's hard. When you wear lipstick, he knows you're not playing around with him. There's no way to get rid of you once you put make up on. "Darling, we can't."

"Aren’t you stressed? Pent up? Besides, you need more breaks," you plop down next to him. Riddle closes his book and stands up.

"I'll have plenty of time for you once exams are over," he promises as he disappears into the rows of bookshelves. "They're insatiable." He mutters as he puts the book back into its proper place. Once he turns around, you're behind him. Riddle nearly screams but you're pressing kisses onto his lips to shut him up. Caged between your arms, your boyfriend looks at you like a terrified animal. He knows what's coming next.

"I wasn't asking. I was telling," now your kisses trail to his neck, leaving marks all over his pale skin. Riddle begs for mercy when you rip his vest and blouse open. The air conditioning makes his nipples harden. You're already teasing and sucking on his sensitive pudgy chest once he's exposed. In your excitement, you bite into him. Those moans and squeals are too fucking good. And his tummy. Oh, it's just as soft as the rest of him. Here, you bite a whole lot more and make sure to kiss hard enough to bruise lightly. All he can do is hold onto your shoulders when you unzip his pants and let them fall. Finally.

From this angle, you can look at him while you do it. Any time he gets shy, you have to bite his belly to get his attention again. His eyes do focus on you and he's trying not to cry as you cover his dick in lipstick kisses. Eye contact both turned him on and embarrassed him in these moments. You drape one of his legs over your shoulder and let him set the speed. From what you can tell, he's been wound tightly. You empty his balls nearly every day so going without for a week was probably killing him.

I love the idea of him being the type to have absolutely no rhythm when he's horny. Riddle's brain shuts off pretty quickly once he gives in. Just like now. Your throats being fucked and effectively keeps you from breathing properly. It's like he's trying to bruise your esophagus now. With nothing else to hold onto, you grab his fat ass. "Ahn! Haah! Damn it..." he curses as he puts more weight on you. If this is how you die there'd be no complaints from you. Tears well in the corner of your eyes and now your mascara starts trailing down your cheeks. The lipstick was long smudged already too.

Your throat was so tight and wet around his dick. Part of him wished he'd never told you to stay away. Maybe he would have been less stressed with you around. Then again, plugging your hole after such a long time felt even better. Now he's letting out these cute little grunts and growls with each thrust. Riddle bites his lip to keep from getting any louder. You have to brace yourself now that he's getting sloppy.

"Almost...almost..." Riddle's balls tighten and his hips still as he shoots his thick heavy load straight down your throat. Of course you take it like a champ. With a heaving chest, he pulls out. Immediately, you miss that full feeling in your mouth. "You're...you're going to be the death of me..." Riddle pants. Then he pulls you up to your feet and kiss you. "Perhaps a proper break is in order?"

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