#i dont wanna suffocate him

[w3r3wolfboyfri3nd]

I want to be his dog, but not in a sexual way. More so in an I Trust you and I am Dedicated to You Exclusively sort of way. In a you have treated me Kindly and now you have my Heart Forever sort of way. In an I will heel at your side, I will keep watch while you sleep, I will bear my teeth at anyone who would harm you, I will walk to hell and back with you, for you, if you ask, I will wear a collar with your name proudly around my throat like armor, and if anyone wanted to separate me from you they'd have to put me down, sort of way.

[bunnihearted]

legitimately wanna die bc i keep checking his blog and thinking obsessively about him and then i get pangs in my chest as i realize that he doesnt care abt me bc he has someone else again so he doesnt think of me and im sitting here going crazy bc i want him so bad but he doesnt want me he wants someone else 🥴

[moeblob]

sobbing at every heart event ...

[strawberrymatchawhore]

i like freaks

"i'm a freak, is you a freak? cause i like freaks, boo. he ate my coochie, first night, yeah, i made him chew"

sitting on ur favs face!!

from faye- i know this isnt what i usually write, but i wanted to start incorporating other fandoms into my account . hopefully you all stay and enjoy it!! pls keep suggesting and asking :))

warning/s- DUBCON? drunk freakyness, dry humping, face sitting, fingering, aggressive fav!, one night stand, implied sex at the end, multiple rounds, overstimulation, fav wants u so bad he basically creamed his pants from eating you out

:(( switchy fav!, etc…

you always thought of yourself as a girl with higher standards, a girl that was too good for “one night stands”. however after countless days of non stop studying and a mix of work, your friends decided to go on a nonnegotiable girls night out.

why not go clubbing ?

after downing a multitude of drinks and dancing to your hearts content, it was no surprise when your dick deprived ass brought home the finest man in the building.

perhaps it started off as innocent kissing at the club, but the both of you sat here at this moment. sloppily making out on your fluffy couch.

“mmm” you groaned into his mouth, grinding your wet clothed cunt deeper onto his hard on. the both of you only in your underwear, suddenly he grabbed harshly onto your hips and dug his long slender fingers into the fat of your hips. surely to leave marks in the coming morning.

“f-fuck stop.” he whimpered, his soft plump lips slightly open. light breaths leaving his mouth.

“whats wrong? youre that sensitive?” you teased, desperately trying to gain the friction you lost again. he didnt budge though. he played with the band of your panties and with a quick pull he ripped them and lightly tossed you off the couch.

“i want you to sit on my face”

you stood above his laid out body, he smirked at your frame. clearly you were nervous by the way you were clenching your thighs together. never in your long years of life had a man asked you to do that.

what if you were too heavy?

what if you suffocated him with your thighs?

“yeah im not so sure abou- eek!!” you shrieked when his strong arms pulled you to his face. forcing you to straddle over him. you could feel his breath on your pussy, you clenched over nothing. and before you could even let out another protest he drove straight in.

his tongue licked up and down your sopping pussy, his hands massaged your ass and you immediately went to grab at his soft hair.

“oh.. oh my god.” you let out a satisfied moan and ground your pussy onto to his tongue. he continued to lap at it, he teased you by licking slowly up and down your folds and sucking on your swollen clit. practically drinking all the juice that leaked out of your pussy.

you were so fucking wet for him, and he loved how you tasted. he just had to feel you on the inside as well. he used his free hand and reached under your ass, he gave it a harsh smack before using the pads of his two fingers to slowly sink them into your cunt.

matching the rhythm of his tongue he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. your moans and whimpers filled the room, your eyes were clenched shut at the intense pleasure and pure bliss you were feeling.

“please please please” he moaned into you, lapping faster and fucking his fingers into you at the same pace as well.

“baby you taste so good, are you gonna cum for me?”

“you gonna be a good girl? yeahh keep fucking grinding on my face i dont wanna breathe.. put all your weight on me slut c’mon” he stopped for a second before he started to devour you again.

you basically went nonverbal at the way he was treating you, this man was sent by the gods. how was he good looking and at the same time know how to treat a woman?

“im gonna cum.. fuck fuck fuck! feels so good keep going please. yes yes yes…” you cooed as your stomach tightened, you uncontrollably squeezed your thighs around his head as you came all over his tongue.

he didn’t stop there though, you didnt even realize that he came with you. he was so loud when eating you out. he used his big beefy biceps to hold your hips down when you pushed on the couch arms to try to get yourself out of his grip.

“oh! i think im gonna cum again, please stop.. please. oh shit!” you screamed when you squirted in his mouth, soaking his chin.. his neck.. probably the couch cushions as well.

he finally let you go and you laid down next to him, leg over his. your face rested on his chest, he looked down at you and laughed at you practically almost being passed out.

“dont fall asleep on me now.” he grabbed you and made you straddle his bulge.

“m’ tired, your mouth killed me.” you groaned hugging him.

“whats wrong? youre that sensitive?” he fired back, and you gasped jokingly hitting his chest. you felt his cock twitch and you smirked. grinding your cunny over his leaky tip, he let out a low moan and grabbed your hair to kiss you.

“let me stay the night yeah?”

[aajjks]

Baby O Baby (m)

synopsis. Is it really a little happy accident?

warnings. ëxplïcït sèx, ünprôtèctèd sèx, bábytráppïng, cúmmïng insïde, fèm!rèàder, rèplácïng bïrth côntrôl w/ô cônsènt, cóarcátïôn, 18+ smút, kïssïng, prôfánïty, ábôrtíön, mânïpülátïôn.

note. tc jk in a modern universe HAHAHA. shouto’s ver on my anime blog, check it out. please talk to this new jk and SHARE FEEDBACK.

smut below MDNI.

No no no no.

You hadn’t realised that a tear escaped your eye, your blurry gaze was focused on your shaky hand. The white blue stick in your hand trembled. “N-No..” you could barely whisper. Your legs felt wobbly all of a sudden, the two bright red straight lines was all you could focus on.

You were pregnant.

You couldn’t believe this, horror filled your eyes as you kept staring, the longer you stared, the more suffocated you were beginning to feel. The large grey bathroom felt like a small cave, your mouth trembled as you inhaled a shaky breath in, “fuck fuck fuck!!” You cried, finally letting it out, the bile that rose up to your throat almost made you want to throw up again.

How could you not have known?

A broken cry left your mouth as you fell down to your knees, it all came rushing back to you. You tried to be careful, you had warned Jungkook, your boyfriend.

P-Please Koo… n-not inside…” you moaned out his name as the man panted breathlessly in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent, the seductive feeling of his lips made you tingle. his face was nuzzled in your neck as he only thrusted harder. You heard him grunt deeply, the feeling only made your eyes almost roll back to your head as you tried your best to hold back another moan that threatened to spill from your swollen lips.

Jungkook ignored you. He was so busy, buried deep inside you as he desperately tried to chase his high, his fingers gripped onto your naked shoulders as he mewled weakly in your neck.

“Fuck baby… you feel so fuckin good, could stay buried deep inside you forever.. fuck…” his voice was rough and deep, there was a hint of desperation in his tone, the way he hit all of your weak spots made you see black dots.

He felt so good.

“Love you so fucking much, baby.. love you too much…” he pressed a kiss on your neck as you felt him loosing himself inside you.

“F-Fuck Jungkook- n-not inside p-please-ah fuck..” a sharp thrust interrupted you as you felt his hip bucking up. “C-Can’t help it baby… you feel like heaven all clenched up around me… please ‘dont wanna pull out… please Y/N… let me have completely please..”

He rocked his hips into you, the force almost making you bounce up, he was strong, undeniably so, but the way he made those shameful lewd sounds made you think otherwise. He pulled your body closer, his hair was sweaty, he had been at it for hours, making you feel exhausted almost, after almost milking you out multiple times, you felt tired.

But he was making you feel so fucking good, it was almost impossible for you to stop him.

“M’gonna fill you full of me… “‘youre mine aren’t you?” His next thrust inside your core made your toes curl, a deep grunt erupted from his throat. Your core felt like it was actually on fire, the feeling of him inside you was almost addictive,

He fit so perfectly inside you.

He rocked his hips into yours and a broken moan left you at the lewd contact of his skin into yours. Your legs unknowingly wrapped around his waist, his hands only caged you into him, locking you into place. Not giving you a moment to resist him.

Your nails dig deeper into his buffed back, his teeth bit down into your shoulders. “F-Fuck that felt so good baby please don’t stop!” He begged.

A loud whine left his lips as he began to pump his hips into yours, his rhythm was fast and brutal, you whined, your consciousness immediately shut down as he sank himself deeper inside you, a pathetic whine escaped your lips as you felt something tightening up.

“fuck baby ‘m gonna go insane if i don’t cum, gonna fuck you full of me…” that was all you heard him say as he came inside you, and the next thing you knew,

You were full of him, as he swallowed your moans by kissing you passionately on the lips.

And you were too late to realise.

Until now.

A knock interrupted your flashback as you heard a familiar voice and your heart skipped a beat, “Y-Y/N can I come in? Are you okay? Why are you crying? Please tell me what’s wrong? Sweetheart?” It was Jungkook, “Y/N you’ve been in the bathroom for so long now, You feelin’ okay, baby?” He continued, his tone was so gentle that it should’ve relaxed you,

But except it didn't. “I told you that we should go see a doctor! Y/N you haven’t been feeling well for a month! Please let’s just go!” You heard him plea to you, he beat his fist against the door again.

Until you were forced to open the door and come out.

Your head hurt, stress was building up inside you, Jungkook’s heart dropped in his chest as he saw your face, filled with hot tears. “B-Baby?” He stuttered as he pulled you into a tight hug, “what’s wrong? Are you okay?” He kissed the crown of your head as he caressed your head, in an attempt to calm your shaking body down.

“K-Koo…” you cried on your boyfriend's warmth, his big muscles flexed as he tightened his hold on you.

You were both too young to have a baby… that was all you could think of. “Yes, baby tell me, what’s wrong?” He whispered carefully, as he pressed small pecks on your hair. His scent calms you down but only for a bit as reality hits you once again.

“Y/N baby?” Jungkook deep voice called out for you, you were only 23 and he was 26…

“Jungkook I’m p-pregnant!” You choked out, tears still fresh, falling from your red eyes. As you remove yourself from his grip, you fall down to your knees, your hands cover your face, you start sobbing again.

Would jungkook leave you now?

You were busy crying when you didn’t notice a big smile taking over his face, but only for a moment as he quickly concealed it and got on his knees, on your level. “W-What?” He stuttered.

He was playing dumb with you.

Were you really telling the truth? Had Jungkook really succeeded?

His hands fell on your back as he tried to pick you up. “Baby please answer me? Are you sure?” He looked at you, a hint of hope in his eyes.

You always adored children, you would love yours too, he was sure, almost as much as loved you.

“Yes jungkook! I-I took seven tests!” You sobbed. “We’re n-not ready! Please.”

Jungkook couldn’t slip up, it was hard for him to mask his happiness, but he managed to sound shocked and confused.

He almost tsked. He was more than ready. And he knew that deep down, you were too, you were just shocked, that’s it, right?

“Jungkook! H-How is this even possible?!? I was on birth control?! I didn’t t-think much about missing my period last month, a-and I thought that the morning sickness was because of the stress of my job…” you hiccuped, Jungkook’s heart broke seeing you like that.

But in reality, this was all his plan. He wanted to get you pregnant for as long as he could remember. The first time he ever saw you, he fell head over heels for you, fast and hard.

You were beautiful, ethereal and perfect, you were a goddess that anyone would kill to have.

And that’s exactly what he did. But still, that was not enough to secure you from slipping up from him.

He couldn’t bring himself to risk losing you.

So that’s why he replaced your birth control pills with fake ones. Of course you didn’t know that.

He just couldn’t believe that he was going to be a dad and you were going to be a mommy.

If Jungkook was being honest, he’d always wanted to make you a mommy.

Oh, you would be such a great mommy… jungkook had been fantasising about this moment for so long, your belly swollen ever so beautifully with his child in your pretty womb…

Jungkook exhaled a shaky breath out as the images flashed before his eyes.

His dream finally came true.

“I-I don’t know what I’m gonna do, koo! What are w-we gonna do! We’re too young for a baby right now!” You panicked.

“I-I’m probably gonna have an abo-NO!” Jungkook’s eyes snapped open at your words, his words boomed across the large walls of his room. “I-I mean, baby relax… please think with a cool mind..” he picked your body up. You stared at him with shocked eyes.

His body felt giddy, he was so happy.

“We’re gonna figure this out together okay? Together…” he kissed your head again, as he nuzzled his nose against yours. “Don’t you worry… we’re gonna be in this… together.” He cooed.

“Baby this is our happy little accident,” he cooed again. Kissing your lips chastely and not giving you a chance to argue.

Was it really though?

The answer was simple, No.

[rvmanticlvr]

salut pookie!

I was wondering if you could brew up some smut…

sitting on simon. rileys. face.

omg….

with love,

L.L.

hiii pooks <333

thank you so so much for requesting this i hope you like it (also im in such a silly mood idk why i wanted to make this funny but alr i hope u like it mwah ily <3)

*gasp* sitting on simons face.

first of all dont u dare!!!! hover over him or something like that if he says sit then SIT!!!

and if youre worried about hurting him...

"but si, i dont wanna suffocate you-" he will shut you up cuz babe youre talking nonsense!!! if he could die between your legs he would!!!

"luv thats bullshit, sit. on. it" and then hell grab your waist and put u on him 😋

and the way simon eats your pussy youll think he havent eaten anything in days!!!!

he makes out with your clit more than he does with you-

his nose is bumping against your clit while his toung circles your hole and tries to get in 🥴 he might even use his hand to rub your clit while hes trying to fuck you with his tounge hehe

and when u cum (like for 3 times minimum) he pulls away from ur pussy and brings u in for a kiss so u could taste urself on him

"see how wet my chin is, luv? yeah, thats all because of u. but i dont think my chin is the only thing thats coated with cum"

he came in his pants

cause of death: pussy too good 😔

[bexalert]

Jjk characters and physical affection

CUZ IM A WHORE AND I NEED THEM BADLY !!!

(Itadori, Fushiguro, Inumaki, Choso, Maki)

Itadori Yuji:

AHHHH

Ok this man is so into you first of all

Like he is not ashamed

PDA!!!

He’s always got an arm around your shoulders, or around your waist, or holding your hand

He’s a huge teddy bear

When you cuddle it just becomes a tangle of limbs

Like he’s all over you

Borderline suffocating you, and he’s so hot (temperature wise)

He falls asleep so easily too

You’ll be dying, crushed under his weight and he’s just slumped

He loves to just squeeze you!!!

Pecks all over your face

Anywhere he can reach he will be smooching!!!

He likes to sneak up behind you and pick you up

Tickle attacks 😔

HE JUST LOVES SEEING YOU SMILE AHHH

Just always has this big stupid goofy grin on his face when he’s with you

He’s cool with any cuddling position, but he likes when you lay on his chest

He’s just the biggest sweetheart at all times!!!

Fushiguro Megumi:

SHY

He might hold your hand in public, but don’t you dare make a big deal

Or else he’ll huff and pull his hands away

I feel like he does get a little jealous though

Like if people hit on you he’ll all the sudden wrap an arm around your shoulders and glare at them

“They’re taken.”

And then you’re walking away

He’ll deny it to anyone, though, if it’s brought up

LITTLE SPOON!!!

He won’t admit it, but he likes being little spoon

He also just like holding your hands

Like facing eachother in bed, and just holding hands

He likes to admire you while you sleep

Not in a weird way, he’s just too embarrassed to do it while you’re awake

He’ll hold your face and just memorize all your features

He’s so gentle ☹️☹️☹️

Treats you like porcelain

He loves to kiss your forehead

He’s just such a cutie

Inumaki Toge:

He loves to hold your hand

Like your hands are always intertwined, no matter WHAT

He doesn’t care if anyone teases him

If people hit on you he’ll be like 🤨 huh

Cuz do they not see you’re holding HIS hand

He’ll stand in front of you, blocking the persons view of you

“Bonito flakes.”

And the person is just left in awe

He’s a little basic

He just likes hugging

Just you two holding eachother ☹️

Obviously he’s very quiet, but he loves to hear you talk

He’ll listen to you talk about your day and just be like mhm mhm

He kisss you on the tip of your nose 😭😭😭

He’d spell things onto your skin and have you guess what he’s trying to say

He’d tickle you, but he WILL NOT let you tickle him

Like bro genuinely starts tweaking

He runs away

Like a kid playing tag then going “I DONT WANNA PLAY ANYMORE” that’s him

He’s ticklish ok leave him alone

He kisses your knuckles sorry I don’t make the rules

HEHEHE I LOVE HIM OK

Choso:

He’s a little shy 🤭

But he’s got the spirit!

Like he’ll hold your hand, and then hide his red face in his other hand

He loves giving back hugs

JAW KISSES 💔💔💔

He’s very vocal about how he feels

“You’re so pretty.”

And he’s kind of matter of fact about it

Like if you’re insecure about how you look he’ll be like “🧐 What?”

And then proceed to point out how and why everything about you is GORGEOUS

He likes giving piggy back rides

He’ll hold your hands, and stare at every little detail.

Your cuticles, your nails, your joints, the wrinkles on the skin

He kisses your neck

He’s a thigh man.

Big spoon

But also little spoon

He likes them both !!!

Zen’in Maki:

She keeps her arm FIRMLY around your waist or shoulder

Everyones gonna know that you’re with her

She thinks it’s so funny when people try to hit on you

She’ll laugh at them

“No, go on.” while she’s making fun of them

Cuz she knows they’re not competition

She teases you

A little mean, but she can’t help it

She just loves seeing your face when you’re flustered

She likes holding you, like being big spoon, or your head in her chest

As long as she can hold you tightly, she’s happy.

Shoulder kisses no doubt

She’ll hold you from behind and leave little pecks across your shoulders

She likes forehead kisses

Move her bangs and give a little smooch and she is gone

Absolutely whipped but she won’t ever admit it

sorry guys I’m freaktastic

[cosmiiwrites]

i had this in my notes for the LONGEST time so heres a drabble of adam going down on you c: i also didnt proof read .😭

cw: NSFW, fem!reader, oral (f!receiving), face sitting, cussing

———

honestly at the beginning of your relationship he would be like “i dont eat pussy, im no carpet muncher blah blah”

adam’s pride can’t handle trying to pleasure a woman without his dick

however as soon as he goes down hes hooked on your taste

he LOVES when you sit on his face

he asks for it 24/7

“ugh… babe, sera was being a bitch at work today… come sit on my face n make me feel better, yeah?”

“just went through the most boring meeting of my life. a certain someone sitting on my face would lighten up my mood.”

hates admitting that he secretly enjoys eating pussy

this guy’s tongue is thick and long as HELL

whipped, pussydrunk loser.

~

“but- what if i suffocate you?” you asked worriedly, looking down at adam as you hovered over his face. despite your concerns, a part of you really just did want to grind against his face.

“babe, how many times do i have to fuckin’ say it? just sit down already.” he scoffed, hands gripping your waist in anticipation. “i-im just worried, i dont wanna-“

impatiently, adam pulls you down on his face, wasting no time to lick around your cunt. you let out a surprised gasp at his ministrations. “mmf- took too fucking long-“ he muttered against your pussy.

you mewled at the sensation, using the headboard for support as you rocked against his face. adam’s strong hands firmly held your hips as he helped guide you against his face.

each time your clit met the tip of his nose, you let out a cry. adam’s cock was already rock hard, precum angrily spilling from his tip.

“fuck, bitch, you must’ve put some magical shit in your pussy. why the fuck do you taste so good-“ adam added, before delving right back into your cunt.

adam could feel himself cum just by going down on you, his seed shooting all over his stomach with a groan. still, he continued the fluid movements of his tongue, emitting a few good moans of out of you. seriously, adam was whipped.

the lewd wet sounds of his tongue running against your pussy only fueled the growing pool of heat in your lower abdomen.

you came with a cry, head rolling back in pure bliss. adam’s skilled tongue was quick to lap up the fluids you had released almost embarrassingly quick.

without warning he positioned you onto his lap, ass against his now limp cock before plunging his tongue into the cavern of your mouth. you could taste yourself on him. adam pulled away with a smirk, a string of saliva connecting the two of you, relishing in how flustered and spent you looked.

[t3ag3rs]

Hii!!! I hope youre doing well. I loved your last bakugo hcs! Could u do a part 2 of younger! s/o x bakugou?

help ykw so funny this is based of delusions of my crush whose also my moms friends son and a yr older than me.... but yes ofc 😋 (even tho i havent updated my actual fanfic in more than a week...) ITS A SHORT ONE YALL IVE BEEN REAL BUSY WITH PROJECTS THESE PAST COUPLE WEEKS

the next encounter you have with bakugou is when his mom invites you and a couple of close work friends over to their house.

you walk in and head upstairs to see the other kids only to find them in the theatre room watching Spiderman.

you awkwardly sit at the opposite end of bakugou and who you guessed was his baby cousin on his lap.

after about 30 minutes you start getting bored so ofc ur eyes start traveling to the other side...

that views better than the movie anyways.

"hey shortcakes... wanna play cards with the kids?" asks bakugou as he stands up grabbing his cousin.

"yeah we can" you smile sitting down on the floor in a circle next to his cousin. "hey there.. whats your name?" you inquire to the kid as bakugou goes to find the cards.

"tobio" (bear w me😭🙏) he states smiling, you grin before leaning to him, "hey you should really tell bakugou that you like me better.."

"okay" he giggles before shuffling next to you as you hear footsteps approach. "tobio- you like me better right..???" You chuckle.

"wayyyy better" he replies looking at bakugou, "suit yourself bud.. just know that means your not getting to play on my phone anymore" chortles the other male showing off his phone.

you slap his arm, "hey! thats leverage! not allowed!" you exclaim, "yeah..! What she said!" adds tobio looking at you.

"tobio youre supposed to be on my side here! I'm your cousin!" bakugou says defensively.

you stick your tongue out in response with a playfully grin as you hug tobio. "hes mine now old man..!" you laugh.

all that could be heard from downstairs was the sound of pure laughter from you and bakugou.

"dont start stealing my stuff shortcakes.." he grins at you as he stretches and slumps his body weight on to your side. you grunt as you shove him off, "get off you big back..!"

only to which you were suffocated by his weight again.

"MITSUK-!!" you start before bakugou places his hand over your mouth. you stare up at him wide eyed with a slight blush dusting your cheeks.

"how bout you dont kay shortcakes?" he asks with a devilish smirk.

well fuck. there goes your sanity.

[binniesbooks]

hi my fayebae~ since u said u loved the car clip of soobin, here’s one for u to write ur heart away!! (U can of course choose whether u wanna do it or not no pressure!! Im just sending since its at the top of my mind rn, ahh n im sorry for so many request i usually dont send anyt in but🥹i didnt think it would be this fun to see my request coming to life uk but i digress)

idk whether u would like this but:

bf!soobin x gf!brat!reader

they got into an argument and stuff but soobin who still loves his gf comes n picks her up after (cheerleading?prac of some sorts)

Otw home… reader gives the cold shoulder to soob, not talking thru out the entire journey? So soob decides to take a detour n drives to somewhere that doesnt have many ppl looking in the night.

They start talking n tried to resolve whatever their fighting abt, one thing led to another, well reader is giving him a bj!!(the rest of the smut is up to u!!)

inspired by that soob clip of course~ have fun love💗

REVVED UP EMOTIONS

SB 000 .F23 2024

wc 3.7k

pairings bf!Soobin x bratgf!reader

warnings oral sex, semi-public, unprotected sex, slight brat taming, being almost caught, pet names (+ anything that I missed)

faye's note this clip was on my mind 24/7. And after receiving it I got excited making this one out but I'm not sure if it turned out good because my mind was kinda occupied with thesis shit. Omfg. Anyways, I hope it isn't dry tho 😔

Conflict is an inevitable part of any relationship, be it familial, platonic, or romantic. Arguments can arise from misunderstandings, unmet expectations, or simply the simple things from daily life. Recently, you found yourself in a heated disagreement with Soobin, your boyfriend.

The sun hung low one afternoon, casting golden lights through the window. You were sprawled on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone. Soobin on the other hand, who had just come home from a busy day at university, was busy, again, in the kitchen, occasional noises of clicks and clangs of utensils on pots and pans plus the opening and closing of the faucet can be heard.

You overheard him murmur "Yeah, dinner for two," as he clicked his tongue. You felt a strange pang of irritation swell within you. It wasn't about him or the meal he was preparing, it was you. You actually promised him you would help out, maybe even cook together, but here you were, scrolling on your phone.

You stood up as you trudged to the kitchen, arms crossed as you leaned on the sink. "You didn't have to do all this," you stood feigning nonchalance as you bit your cheek to not show the guilt you were feeling. "You could have asked me for help."

"Oh?" He looked at you with disappointment, "I thought you were busy checking social media," his blunt reply and harsh tone made your ears hot out of irritation. "I didn't want to interrupt your 'important' scrolling."

The sarcasm was too emphasized and it stung more than you expected. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Your eyebrows furrowed as you met with his gaze. "Nothing! I just thought maybe you'd care enough to have some initiative or something. We both agreed to share the chores. I was tired the whole day only to come back home without even eating a single thing." His voice raised with frustration as he threw down the spatula.

"I was going to help!" Your voice was quite high as you tried to cover how you abandoned your promise. "Oh yeah? I was out all day to finish my projects. And there you were scrolling through your phone." He said as he crumpled the apron he was wearing and threw it also on the table.

"You know what, Soobin? Maybe I don't always want to help! Maybe I want a day off too!" You felt the tension suffocating the air around you. Your heart raced but you're too afraid you're wrong.

"That's fucking selfish!" His voice rose, echoing in the confines of the kitchen. "You can't just say you want a break when we agreed to support each other!" He even added. "Fine! I guess we don't need any support then!" You turned on your heel as if fleeing away would help erase the hurtful things that had been said.

"Hey, y/n! Where are you going!" He called but you did not even take a glance. He called you multiple times but his voice just faded out as you were stomping your way to the bedroom.

That night, you didn't come out for dinner. Your mind was in a whirlwind of regret and stubborn pride. Soobin had a point, you were just lazing around that time, however, you don't want to accept that it was your fault. That same night, he didn't come into the room. Your shared bed feels so empty, but you can't just bring yourself to ask for an apology.

Later that morning, you tiptoed your way out. Still too early that your boyfriend was still sleeping, uncomfortably by the way, on the couch. You just grabbed bread and water and went out.

You two always ride his car to go to school. But this time you were determined not to ask for a simple apology and went out by yourself instead. And yes, you were planning to walk to school for your practice. However, some guy passed by and let you ride their car. Since you know the one who offered you a ride, you accepted the offer. It was Kai anyway, aside from being in Soobin's circle of friends, he was part of your cheerleading team.

"Why are you walking so early in the morning? Where's Soobin?" He asked out of curiosity.

"I don't know, maybe somewhere." You answered as you rolled your eyes, still being stubborn. "Are you two fighting?" Kai chuckled as he watched your actions while the traffic light was still red.

"We broke up." You nonchalantly remarked. Well, that was supposed to be a joke, and you never thought that Kai would actually believe those words.

"Woah shit! You what?" He was really startled at what you said as he covered his mouth while keeping the other on the wheel. You just laughed at him as you took the last bite of the bread.

Your whole Saturday went on like the usual cheerleading practice days. But since your mind is still in a whirlwind of pride, you couldn't focus. Causing you to crash multiple times while practicing. You were even scolded by your coach and instructors telling you that you looked like your mind flying or some sort. You just rolled your eyes at them whenever they turn their backs to you.

For that reason, you got hurt, earning yourself a few scratches here and there. You didn't even bother at all. Kai on the other hand, took the chance to treat your scratches. You're still not aware that he actually took your words this morning to heart and mind.

"It's just a scratch, Kai. No need to create a big fuss." You chuckled as he handed you a few bandages.

"Still, scratches can cause infection." He defended himself.

"Fine fine, you win." You sighed in defeat.

You two shared each other's company during lunch that day. You could even tell that many eyes are watching you -- no, most probably judging you at this point. Nonetheless, you just shrugged it off and enjoyed Kai's company instead. Not knowing that this could fuel some bigger fire. Fire that Kai holds, and fire that your boyfriend holds.

Since Soobin was not on the campus that day, he just stayed at home. He can't even contact you since you purposely left your phone. He was just cleaning all day. Just decluttering everything at home. He knows you're practicing today anyway. The only difference is that he usually accompanies you to school and waits for you until practice is done and brings you home, but now, he's just at home busying himself with the chores. He just planned to fetch you later this afternoon and treat you to some restaurant to make it up to you since he feels sorry about raising his voice at you.

"Let's wrap up here today." Your coach shouts as he reminds the assigned cleaners to clean the gymnasium before going home.

"Ugh! Cleaning this whole gymnasium sucks!" You complained, picking up the materials your team has used.

"Anyway, why are you still here? You're not on the list to clean today, right?" You were pertaining to the young boy tailing you. He smiled as he scratched the back of his head, "I want to offer you a ride home." His voice was barely above a whisper.

"Don't you have like, any other things to do?" You asked, counting the pompoms before storing them in the box.

"Don't have any." Kai shook his hand as he took the box from your hand and headed to the facility room.

As soon as you and the other were done cleaning, you immediately headed out, Kai insisted on carrying your cheerleading bag. Once again, eyes were gawking at the two of you. You can hear a few of them mumbling but you still ignored it.

Kai opened his car door to let you in. But before you could even step foot inside, someone spoke which made you stop in your tracks. "Where are you headed to?" You turn around to see Soobin as he brings his window down.

"O-oh Soobin hyung." Soobin nods at the younger boy to notice his existence, his elbow hanging at the open window.

You quickly retreat as you grab your bag from Kai. "I-i thought..." Kai stammered as he looked at you. "I was just messing with you Kai, it's not real." You sighed. "What did she say?" Soobin interrupted as he turned to you. You're just a millisecond late to cover Kai's mouth as the words slip out. "She said that you two broke up." Soobin snapped his head towards the younger, a smirk forming on his lips. "Did she?" Kai just nods, still clueless. "Get in," Soobin commanded over you. "I'll take her home, be safe, Kai," Soobin says as he closes the window, whistling.

The whole drive is deafening in silence. You can't hear anything except the faint music playing on the car radio.

"Wow, did we actually break up?" Soobin states with unbelief as he taps his fingers on the wheels.

You were still saying nothing. "Y/n, seriously, are you still mad at me? You didn't even eat last night." He sighed as he continuously threw you glances. Both of your hands were properly curled up in a ball above your thighs clutching your short skirt as you stared outside the window. Looking at whatever unpleasant view outside that seems interesting to you.

The once bright clouds turned darker. "Is it gonna rain? I thought I checked the weather news before I went out." Soobin whispers, changing the stations to listen to the news.

The raindrops started to fall on the car window, drizzling softly as it made the glass cold. "Grab my jacket in the backseat." Soobin talks to you again, but you're not even giving him a single glance.

Soobin messages his temple, "I wanted to take you to a restaurant tonight to make it up to you, but it looks like it's pouring really hard. I'm sorry y/n, just please talk to me." He's totally losing his patience at this point as if he's gonna burst again but tried his very best not to go over the top. He regretted raising his voice yesterday so much.

The once-familiar view of the road becomes foreign to your eyes. You turned to Soobin, looking at his unusual demeanor. If he'd been talking so much earlier, his lips were totally shut now. You wanted to speak and ask him where he was bringing you or what was wrong but you stopped yourself. Whatever will be, will be, you thought to yourself.

The rain started pouring harder, and the once busy road you were on looked empty now. Thunder clasps from far away making a rumbling sound. You try to rub your shoulder to create friction to keep your body warm. You're starting to feel cold and Soobin hasn't thrown you a glance nor commented anything at you.

He suddenly pulled up on the roadside, and the light from the lamp post dimly flickered inside the car.

"Not gonna lie, I felt like a dumb ass talking to a wall earlier." His eyes met yours for a while before you averted your gaze. He grabs his jacket and hands it to you, "Wear this, you must be cold. I just realized, your skirt is too short, and your tank top is too thin, at that." He eyes you up and down as you wear his jacket.

"This is fucking crazy." He mumbled as he pulled his hair.

"Y/n, baby, look, I'm really sorry for raising my voice at you, hm? I was just really tired last night." He gently placed his hand above yours on your thighs.

Your eyes were following a few cars passing by as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. You felt Soobin hold your face gently. "Baby, please look at me. I'm not used to this. You know me." Soobin's eyes were practically begging. He couldn't stand you giving him the cold shoulder.

The truth is you were just afraid. You're afraid to admit you had acted selfishly. Afraid of facing him after a petty argument over something so trivial.

"I just want you to talk to me," he caresses your cheeks, words so gentle and comforting, "I can't fix this if you won't talk to me."

Soobin pulls you in for a hug, warming up your heart. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, surrendering to him and putting down your stubborn pride. You mumbled a soft sorry as he gently rubbed your back. You let your arms move freely, as you return the hug to Soobin.

"Please don't do this again to me." He kissed your forehead. "I'm sorry for raising my voice, baby. I'm sorry for making you feel upset at me." Soobin's probably the sweetest guy you could ever ask for. He can make you feel loved and appreciated, but of course, you're just stubborn and bratty at times, which makes him wanna lose his temper.

Soobin pulls away, showering your face with a hundreds of kisses. You can't help but giggle at his actions."I didn't mean to shut you out." You mumbled with a pout. "You don't look sincere." Soobin commented which made you pout more. He chuckled as he pulled you in for a kiss.

The kiss felt soft and gentle. That's why you had no idea, why he was shoving his tongue inside your mouth. He bit your lip with a little harshness making you push him away. "Oww! What was that!" You complained. Soobin simply smirked at you. "I'm asking for an apology and forgiving you for one, but not the other issue." His smirk turns to a frown. "Soobin I can explain that..." Your heart began to race, thumping so hard you could feel it in your throat.

"Why don't we use that pretty little mouth of yours on something else good, yeah? Instead of giving people an opening to pounce on you." His eyes scream anger and lust at the same time.

"What do you mean?" You asked clueless. "What do I mean? You really want to hear the exact words?" Soobin taunted. "I don't get what you are saying." You shook your head. "I'm telling you that you just made an opening to let Kai pounce on you. Are you that dense, that you don't even know he likes you?" You were shocked at what Soobin just revealed to you. You opened your mouth to answer only for him to cut you off.

"Or don't tell me you wanted it all along?" He scoffs. "Soobin don't talk like that --" "Don't talk like what, doll? Aren't you the one who told him we're over?"

That's it, those words pushed you over the edge, switching your bratty side once more. "Okay, so what? What if I wanted it all along?" Your voice raised once more. "Kai is a good guy, plus he knows how to take care of someone he likes." You pushed Soobin's chest away from you. Soobin scoffed again, brushing his tongue inside his cheek.

"And I can tell --"

"Backseat. Or else --"

"Or else what? Huh? Are you gonna order me around again? Raise your voice over me again?" You taunt.

"I said backseat, you brat." He fixed his gaze on you and held your wrist.

His words are firm and strong which makes the hair on your neck stand up. He unbuckled his seatbelt and shifted the gear to park, leaving the car idle and the headlights on. You have no choice. You crawled your way to the backseat. you squeezed yourself to fit and pass by the center console. Soobin followed quickly, making his way through the front and back doors. As soon as he settled in the backseat, he ruffled his hair to whisk away some water from the rain.

Your eyes waver as you avert your gaze from him. His hand squeezed both your cheeks, "My patience is running low from your actions, doll. You're making it worse."

Soobin pulled you on his lap. You were almost covering him with how big his jacket you were wearing. His surname is written in big fonts.

He hiked up your skirt only to find out you had nothing underneath other than thin panties. Soobin scoffs, "Don't tell me you were gonna ride Kai's car with just this?" You bit your lip as you placed your hands on his shoulder when he started to rub you with your panties still on.

Soobin clearly knows how to make your knees weak. With just a simple touch and you're back to square one from being a brat. He pulled your panties off slowly without breaking the eye contact. His brows are still furrowed and you can still feel his anger.

"Let's see if you'd still want to ride his car after getting out of mine." He clicked his tongue and licked his finger, pushing two at the same time. Your mouth hung open as you squirm. "S-soob..." You can't talk straight, no, you don't wanna talk actually, but he has his ways to make you open your mouth. "How is it? Still wanna ride his car?" A sly smirk tugging on his lips. In which you replied with just a shake of your head.

"I'm close..." You whispered, biting your lips, watching how his fingers disappears and appears in your cunt. You shudder with the sensation, your high coming to you. But Soobin pulled his fingers out. You whined, hiding your face on his neck as you grind yourself above him.

Soobin's too focused on making you say the word sorry for the said issue. He did not even expect you'll act bratty once again after just apologizing for what happened yesterday.

He gripped your waist. "Stop moving or you'll not gonna cum for 1 week." Hearing this, you whine once more. You can't stand that punishment at least. But instead of getting the words out of your mouth, Soobin wasn't prepared for your action of apology.

You unzip his pants and slowly stroke him. Your face is still hidden in the crook of his neck. Planting soft kisses on his shoulder blade to his neck.

"Doll." His voice is warning yet you didn't budge, with only a small "please let me" coming out of your mouth.

His hand rubbed your back up and down, slipping them inside your top. Your skin is burning to his palm.

"What's with you, huh?" He asked, but he clearly knows you'd rather act like his little slut than let the five-letter word out of your pretty mouth.

You pulled back, squeezing your body once again on the small space between his legs. "Fuck-- just stop giving him signs -- ohh shit!" Soobin clearly shows his frustration at how he grips on the door. You gave him a few kitten licks and swirled your tongue on the tip of his cock making him jolt.

He looks down at you, meeting your eyes, "Fuck, is the word too much for you to say?" You took him whole the moment he spit those words making him thrust up a bit and lean back his head on the headrest.

"Ahh!" His breathy moans filled the car, making the glass foggy despite the rain and cold atmosphere outside. His hands tangled in your hair as you bobbed your head slowly.

You whimpered at how his cock pulsated on your tongue and how his tip kissed your throat. He gently caresses your cheeks as he holds them. You automatically leaned on his hand as you let him fuck your mouth.

His eyes were tightly closed. Lower lip trapped between his teeth. One hand on your cheek to hold you and the other firmly gripping the door to keep himself grounded.

"Baby fuck!" With one last thrust, he's cumming in your mouth. Draining himself on your wet and hot lips.

His heavy pants were the only thing that could be heard inside the car. Not until you hear a knock on the window. You quickly scrambled up your way to the seat as you sat properly, Soobin shoving his shirt down to cover his exposed length.

He opened the window slowly. "Is everything fine? You're hazard is switched on." A police officer said with an umbrella in hand, roaming his eyes inside the car. He even added that he was just passing by and noticed the car had switched on the hazard.

"I'm sure I didn't put the car on hazard though., must be when I got out.." Soobin mumbles, "But everything is fine, we just need to talk something out."

"Take care then, it's pouring hard." The officer apologized before going back to his car.

You looked at Soobin, fear evident on your face. You were doing things in a semi-public place but here you are, totally scared of getting caught. Soobin chuckled at you.

"Can you turn off the hazard light?" He appealed. You propped yourself on top of the center console to reach for the hazard button. But seems like some other button is getting pressed instead, as your hands retreat back to cover your mouth.

Soobin's tongue is licking your exposed cunt. Eating you out while you're still on the center console.

"S-soob, wait.." you tried your best to appeal to him but he did not budge. He continued shoving his tongue inside you. He then gently pulled you back to his lap, slowly sinking you down on his cock.

One of his hands lightly squeezes your neck, the other one pulling one of your hands back. He stopped you from covering your mouth as he continuously thrusts upward.

"Tight.. so tight..." He mumbles at your nape. "Pussy so good for me."

"M-more please." You quietly pleaded as you tried moving your hips. "Someone's eager to be filled." He commented back. "W-wanna be full of you, Soobin." You're feeling lightheaded at how he's squeezing your neck. He can't help but leave hickeys on your shoulder as he thrusts harder.

"I'm gonna get you pregnant at this point," he huffed. "D-don't care, w-want you," your words are slurred as you lean back on his chest.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" No other words just curses, was coming out of his mouth as he felt his cum being released.

You were totally breathless, your body slumped on him, his cock still twitching and pulsating inside your cunt. Soobin is totally worn out, dipping his head down on your shoulder.

"Let's stay like this for five minutes then we'll go home." He mumbled.

@binniesbooks 2024

[inmaki2]

luxiems reaction to a partner that’s loud in bed

req . pairing : luxiem x f!reader .

smut mdni . 2k est wc .

warnings : mocking in mystas . pull out method in lucas . uhh it’s just filth

posting b4 i sleep.. sry for taking so long with this im a slow writer + kpop blog shit LMAO

- mysta rias

your sounds are a one way ticket to shooting this man’s ego through the roof.

whenever he gets to be on top, mysta thrives in the fact that he can make you feel so good, to the point where volume has no consequence in your poor fucked out brain. of course, this doesn’t mean your boyfriend won’t be a little mean about it — it’s just how he is.

“uh, uh,” mocking the tone of your choked up sounds, mysta can’t help but snicker while his hips slam into yours. “so—“ he’s cut off when your walls squeeze him even tighter, “shit, such cute fuckin’ noises. my dick’s that good, huh slut?”

you don’t even have the strength to vocalize your embarrassment from the cruel imitation, much too preoccupied gripping the sheets for dear life. not to mention the pathetic string of drool falling from the corner of your swollen lips; open mouth allowing more squeals to escape with every thrust while the grip on your thighs tighten.

his pace never relents, even when your walls are practically suffocating him. “c-cum, please pl— ah! please, wanna cum, mysta,” you beg, voice cracking desperately.

the pleads coming from your sore throat only encourage the male to go rougher, one sleek finger rushing down to circle your puffed clit while the others lie sternly across your pelvis, harsh pressure preventing any attempts to squirm away while massaging the bulge his length leaves on your lower tummy in the process.

with you nearly spasming beneath him, mysta smiles wider. “hold it, kay? keep moaning my name louder n’ i’ll consider. let everyone know who’s fucking you this good.”

- shu yamino

it’s like a game for him — what can he do to make you even louder? theres no point in whining either, you can whimper and beg all you want, but your nerd of a boyfriend is rather strict in bed no matter how much he loves your pleas.

shu has your back pressed to his toned chest, a muscly bicep ensuring you’re immobilized by mimicking a seat belt across your waist. his free hand plunges two skillful fingers into your hole, purposely avoiding your clit for nothing but the fun of it.

even so, perhaps it’s the way he abuses that gummy spot so easily, or maybe the sloppy sounds coming from his mouth as he sucks on your shoulder — whatever it is, you simply can’t hold in your cries.

“want.. want your cock now, shu. please pl—!” a slap to your cunt along with the emptiness of his fingers’ absence has you crying out, and it takes everything in your boyfriend’s power to not groan as your ass rubs right on his bulge.

biting into your shoulder, shu tuts in disappointment. “this isn’t enough?” he lazily drags his pointer through your folds, huffing. “i thought you were my good girl.“

“i am, i am your—“ you’re cut off with another slap, yelping in a mix of delicious pleasure and pain while juices flow out from the contact.

“enough,” he spits. “good girls dont complain when they already have two fingers filling them up. they sit there, moan, and take it.” before you can reply, he’s already thrusting back into you, humming in approval when you let out a gutteral sound that can surely be heard outside the room.

“there you go, scream my name when you cum.”

though you can barely think, you use your last bit of strength to mumble out, “do— do i get your dick after?”

this has shu letting out a chuckle even while his fingers are curling into your walls, and you swear you see the tip of his ears turn a shy red. “sure, princess. s’long as you keep those pretty moans up.”

- ike eveland

yes, your boyfriend loves the variety of sounds he can emit from you, but god it stresses him out sometimes.

ike is not up for sharing nor exhibitionism, the mere thought of anyone else hearing or knowing what the two of you are up to has him pausing anxiously, even when the blissful feeling of your thighs suffocating him flourishes. he occasionally wonders how your throat manages such strain, even more so when you nearly howl from the way his lips suck around your most sensitive area.

despite your body weight crushing him, ike manages to pull off for a second to breathe. “no..” you complain, hands rushing to tug him back by the fluffy grey hair tickling your thighs.

“don’t worry, i’ll give you what you want, y/n,” he reassures, pretty face red and sweaty. “but try to stay quiet for me.”

“s’ hard..” almost teasingly, ike’s tongue is swiftly back to licking up your juices, two pale arms hooking around your thighs to ensure you’re fully sitting right on him. his prior request diminishes, in fact, the opposite only occurs.

everytime his tongue pushes into your hole, his nose bumps your clit so perfectly — not to mention the vibration coming from his own sounds against your cunt, hurriedly sending you over the edge. “geez, i say be quiet and you only get louder. bad girl.”

you’ve pretty much tuned him out at this point of your high, which ike catches onto rather quickly. though to your luck, your boyfriend is feeling merciful. “go on— mmh, just cum. as long as you’re ready to get gagged after while i fuck you.”

- vox akuma

well aren’t you just made for this man? being loud himself, vox very much appreciates your openness to matching his volume whether it be intentional or not. his ego is skyrocketing as is, but every time you scream his name, it feels as though something goes off in his brain, resembling a mental pat on the back that has his cock twitching.

“fuuuck, cunt’s squeezing me so damn tight. keep moaning like that, baby.” contradictingly, the man presses your face further into the mattress, plowing his length into you from behind at a dauntingly fast pace. it may sound strange, but vox thinks you look cute suffering underneath him like this.

you aren’t even sure if it’s tears or drool staining the sheets, but the bubbling feeling of embarrassment encourages you to finally purse your lips and stop the erotic noises circling your bedroom.

however, your boyfriend freezes, seemingly accepting this as a challenge.

his hips cease movement almost completely with only the tip poking your entrance, a graceful hand running up your sides as he whispers. “oh? what’s this?” suddenly, you feel yourself being pulled up, two fingers turning your chin to come face-to-face with a sinister sneer. “going quiet on me?”

“milord..” as you attempt to speak, your jaw is forced open wider before a glob of saliva is dropped onto your vulnerable tongue.

“swallow,” vox hisses. you comply seconds later even though your cheeks are burning red, body involuntarily squirming in pathetic attempts to run from the length slowly sheathing back inside. “good girl.”

when he’s an inch or two from bottoming out, he pulls your hips back onto him, ejecting a chocked yelp from your mouth at the feeling of him hitting that gummy spot. vox only laughs in response. “so cute.. thinking you can hide those pretty sounds from me.” an offended tch leaves his lips. “do that again and you’re not cumming tonight, m’kay darling?”

- luca kaneshiro

luca’s main goal in bed is just to please you as much as he can, so being loud does nothing but make him feel pride and act as a sign that he’s doing well — especially now when he’s putting all his strength into making you both reach bliss.

legs wrapped tightly around his waist, you let out a groan as his cock plunges into you harshly, the girth and length making your eyes squeeze shut by the fullness. ���please luca..”

he grunts, sweat rolling down his face and onto yours. “what- what are you begging for now?” the blonde moves one hand down to your chest, pinching your nipple playfully.

“harder!”

“harder?” luca parrots, a mischievous smirk rising across his cheeks. who was he to say no? “don’t complain if you can’t walk tomorrow.”

regardless of his warning, he quickly obliges, snickering at how a strangled moan is forced out of you with each prod. luca is certainly aware of the racket you’re making, but noise complaints are his last concern when he gets a front row seat to your eyes rolling back into your skull. “jesus, you’re loud. gonna— shit, gonna squirt all over me babe?”

you can only nod in response, hands pathetically gripping strong biceps while his fingers move down to press the bulge on your tummy. before you can make another move he’s pulling you into a kiss, swallowing your sounds right as your impending orgasm washes over you. luca groans himself from the way your walls spasm, struggling to even pull out with your legs caging him in.

eventually he’s releasing all over your swollen cunt and stomach, groaning in satisfaction at his work while flopping down next to you. “hey y/n.”

“what, luca?”

“i think that’s one of the loudest i’ve ever got you. top three at least.”

you open one eye in disbelief, making eye contact with the same idiot who just fucked your insides up. “is everything a competition to you?”

“i’m just saying!”

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[sugar-omi]

Not a request but I desperately needed to share my thoughts on Cove Holden bc I have no one to say this to.

But I feel like accidental overstimulation is something that will ALWAYS happen with Cove especially if he’s in a cockdrunk/pussydrunk state like. You say you’re tired and he’s giving you puppy dog eyes “Just one more round babe? I promise, it’s the last one 🥺” and you give in and 5 rounds later, you’re still stuck in the mating press he put you in, fucked stupid and crying your eyes out from the pleasure while Cove just peppers you in kisses for encouragement and whispering “M’sorry, last one, I promise” or “You just feel too good” Yeah…last one my ass…

YESS THATS WHAT IM TALKIN ABT

n yknow how in the wedding night dlc, he says he's not good with words. i like to imagine as the night goes on, totally sex drunk, and that besides feral grunts and moans, he can only muster up a few words about how warm n tight you are, how you feel so good, that he's cumming.

poor thing can't even make full sentences, his brain has totally melted and all he can think about and struggle out fractured sentences about how good the sex is, how messy it is between you, especially if you're letting him cum inside.

he's resting on his elbows, trying not to squash you but his body is flush against yours, his chest squishing yours, face buried in your neck and you can hear how he pants like an exhausted dog, but you can hear his desperation in every breath..

it's a bit suffocating. he's so heavy, and the air is so hot, humid, and you're both so sweaty, but even though you're tired and so overstimulated, so much so it hurts. your sex is still throbbing and leaking with pure need, and you want more.

you'd sob out such a wretched moan. it could almost be mistaken for sad crying with how pathetic it sounds, but the filthy squelching between your legs, the sound of skin hitting skin.. it's nothing more than a whorish moan, born from your cries and whimpers, pleading for cove to hurry up and cum. to make you cum, so that way you can rest.

but when you both fall over the edge, your legs hook around his back, knees clamping around his sides, trying to close with him still in between them and your nails dragging down his sweaty back, and he's humping you like a damn dog, working himself through his orgasm at the expense of grinding his fat tip into your sensitive g-spot.

even though your legs jerk and tremble with every stroke, your clit / tip painfully overstimulated, your walls begging for relief from his bully cock, you somehow dont really want him to pull away, your spent body giving in to the toe-curling pleasure, feeling devastatingly empty when he pulls out..

because he does try to hold up to his promise. (3 rounds later after his initial plead)

but he's such a mess, and you probably look like a mess, too. he's fucked both your brains out, and you want him close. wanna be connected to him. want your bodies sewn together until you're one never ending loop of pure love and ecstasy.

he hears your pitiful whimpers, tries to blink away the cloud of lust from his vision, tries to think about how you're probably so tired, so sensitive... he promised it'd be the last round, really does try to pry himself off you after he promised it'd be the last round..

but those pretty glassy eyes blink at him, so dark with lust and those lips are so swollen and sweet, your hands reaching for him, legs curling around his back as you breathily ask for more

and even though you're both too damn sensitive, every brush of skin and slight breeze a sharp sensation to your overstimulated bodies, you feel too empty to be apart from each other, maybe one more round will satisfy you...

[i-cant-sing]

Hmmm I could get tired over any fandom but.... batfam???? Yall would never see me tired of talking about them.

Like think just how absolutely batshit crazy they'd go if reader fractures her limb or something. Maybe reader like slips off the stairs or falls from a swing or something, and the batfam- they have to watch it all happen in slow motion, and nothing- there's absolutely nothing they can do to help you. It's scarring for Dick to watch the color drain from your face as you drip to the ground. It's scarring for Jason to hear the nasty crack as your bone bends in an ugly handle. It's scarring for Tim to hear you scream in pain. It's scarring for Damian to see the blood pour out of your body. And it's oh so heart wrenching for Bruce to hear you cry into his chest as he carries you to Alfred to get your cast done.... how hopeless he felt, unable to soothe your pain.

But things only seem to go even more downhill from there. As you recover, the family has silently decided to double down on their paranoia and be even more coddling and protective of you. You wanna walk down the stairs? Nope, here comes big bro Jason to hold your hand- or better yet, carry you around in his arms. Why risk you even tripping over air?

Wanna get something from the top shelf? Stand back, dont need the shelf or something heavy falling over your head and cracking your skull open. Let Dick pull the cookie jar down for you- but why are you even eating cookies this late???? You need to get some healthy nutrients in you, lest you should have weak frail bones. Heres your broccoli.

Wanna play video games or go on socials? Well, no more! Dont need you getting influenced by the violent storylines and bad news from around the world- Tim wouldnt your mental health to be affected. If you really want, you can use his laptop... under his supervision.

What the fuck do you think youre doing staying up past your bedtime? What do you mean youre too old to have a bedtime???? Get your ass back in bed before Damian drags you back like a gremlin and REMINDS you of the bedtime he has set for YOU, because he doesnt need you becoming an insomniac and turning insane. He will not be the one to bust you out of Arkham asylum (he absolutely would, but hed be complaining all the way) just because you decided you didnt need your 10 hours of sleep!

Wanna go to your therapist? Well, you cant cause he suddenly moved far away and every other therapist in gotham is a maniac in disguise. Bruce doesnt get why you cant just talk to him about your feelings??? Dont you trust him? Your dear father, the very man whod hold you in his arms and shield you from the scary lightening when you were young? The very man who you would ramble on to about everything and anything, including tattling on Damian locking you in his room and throwing a tantrum when Jason took you away when you were all kids? You can tell him anything sweetie, even if you wanna bitch about the batfam... it'll hurt a bit, but hed be okay (absolutely has big sad eyes when you tell him how everyones just too suffocating for you and you wanna leave them)

[realhotgirlshitah]

Can I request an Ethan x fem Best friend reader where he has like a massive borderline obsessive crush on reader and gets all possessive when she goes on a date and it leads to Dom!Ethan smut??

It can be GF ethan too if you’re into that but if you’re not that’s totally ok(ik some writers dont like to include the canon typical violence for ethan) so either way It will be amazing.

Silent Devotion 🎀

Ethan Landry x female best friend

warnings: nothing too crazy but it’s… filthy! slight degradation and praise, ethan is ofc unhinged as fuck.

FAWK I NEED HIM SO BAD LOOK AT HIM? FUCKING LOOK AT HOW SEXY MY PSYCHO BOYFRIEND IS RAHHHH 🦅

Ethan never really understood why you befriended him.

You, of all people. Gorgeous, popular, confident, and seemingly perfect in every way. It made no sense, not to him, at least. From the first time you spoke to him, something in him shifted. Being Chad’s roommate, he was used to being in the background, overshadowed by the guy everyone wanted to talk to. So, when you tapped him on the shoulder after class one day, he thought he was dreaming.

“Did you understand any of that?” you asked, flashing him that smile he’d been too scared to admit he’d been staring at for weeks.

“I uh—yeah, yeah, I think so,” he stammered, tripping over his own eagerness. “I mean, it’s a bit tough, but I get it,” he corrected himself, trying not to sound like a complete idiot.

You just smiled wider, like you knew exactly what was going on in his head. And that smile? It was enough to send his mind spiraling. He couldn’t stop staring—at your lips, your eyes, the way your laugh sounded like music. You were breathtaking.

“Ethan, right? I see you around with Chad a lot,” you said, tilting your head, clearly amused by his nervous energy.

“Yeah, Chad’s my roommate,” he muttered, wincing internally. He fully expected you to start asking about Chad, like everyone else. Instead, you laughed, brushing off the mention of his roommate like it didn’t matter.

“I don’t know how you live with him. He’s so loud all the time. I’d have already lost my mind. Mindy, though? She’s chill as hell.”

You weren’t interested in Chad. You were talking to him. Ethan felt his heart beat faster. He didn’t even care that he was fumbling for words. You were right there, smiling at him, making him feel seen for once in his life.

“Wanna hang out later?” you asked, leaning in slightly, your voice dropping to a playful whisper. “I could use a friend in this class who isn’t a total condescending asshole.”

Ethan blinked, certain he’d misheard. “Wait—really?” he stammered, barely able to believe his luck.

From that moment, his world changed. It wasn’t just hanging out anymore. You became everything to him. It started small, just study sessions and casual conversations between classes. But the more time he spent with you, the deeper his feelings grew. Obsessed wasn’t even the right word. You were all he could think about. He’d lie awake at night replaying every moment with you, every laugh, every touch, every time you smiled at him like he mattered.

He needed you.

It became suffocating—the way he craved you. You were all he saw, all he wanted. When you laughed at his jokes, he imagined what it would be like to make you laugh while pressed against his chest. When you clung to his arm during horror movies, he fantasized about what it would be like to have you cling to him in the dark, whimpering in ways that had nothing to do with fear.

You became an obsession, and no matter how much he tried to play it cool, it consumed him. The moments you two shared, the simple times you were alone together, only fueled his desires. He’d find himself sitting next to you, watching a movie or talking about nothing important, but his mind was always on one thing: you.

One particular night, it was movie night with the group—Chad, Mindy, Sam, Tara, and you. Horror movies. You hated them, couldn’t even handle a single jump scare, which was exactly why you were practically glued to Ethan’s side.

As the movie started, you cuddled up to him, your arms wrapped around his, your head resting on his shoulder. His whole body tensed when you pressed closer. You smelled incredible, like vanilla and something sweet, something he couldn’t quite place but made him want to bury his face in your hair and never leave. Every time the movie startled you, you would grip him tighter, little whimpers escaping your lips as you buried your face into his arm.

Ethan could barely focus on the screen. His attention was all on you—on how soft your skin felt, how tiny your shorts were, leaving so much of your smooth, warm thighs exposed. His eyes kept drifting down to your legs, imagining how they would feel wrapped around him. The way your boobs were pushed up in that tiny cami top drove him insane. His heart pounded as he pictured his hands slipping beneath that fabric, making you squirm beneath his touch.

Then, there was the sound of your whimpers—those little noises you made every time the movie made you jump. Each one sent a jolt through him, tightening his grip on the pillow he held. All he could think about was how much he wanted to make you whimper for him, to make you moan his name, to hear those sounds when it was just the two of you, when his hands were on your body, not the blanket draped over you.

He couldn’t focus on the movie at all. His eyes kept wandering to your lips, wondering what it would feel like to kiss them. His mind raced with thoughts of pulling you closer, of leaning down and finally making his move. He wanted to be the one to make you feel good, to be the one you ran to, not just because of some stupid movie, but because you wanted him as badly as he wanted you.

Each little touch you gave him, each soft laugh, each teasing comment only pulled him deeper. You were his best friend, but god, all he could think about was what it would be like if you were more. If you belonged to him.

By the end of the night, as you lay practically on top of him, sound asleep after the final movie, Ethan’s mind was a whirlwind. He gently moved a strand of hair from your face, his heart pounding in his chest, barely breathing as he looked down at you. His mind was filled with fantasies of kissing you, touching you, making you his. It was overwhelming. He needed you so badly it hurt.

It’s late afternoon as you and Ethan leave your econ class, falling into step beside each other as usual. The conversation is easy, the kind that flows naturally between best friends. But as Ethan walks next to you, all he can think about is asking you to hang out later. He needs to see you again. He always does.

“So,” Ethan starts, glancing at you with that familiar softness in his eyes, “Wanna come by tonight? We can watch a movie or something. Chad’s out, so it’ll just be us.” His tone is casual, but inside, he’s dying for you to say yes. His dorm is right across from yours, so there’s no reason it shouldn’t happen, right?

But then, you shake your head, lips curving into a little smile that makes his heart sink before you even speak.

“Actually, I can’t tonight,” you say, your voice a little hesitant. “This guy asked me out, so I’m supposed to be going on a date.”

The word “date” hits Ethan like a punch to the gut. His stomach churns, and his vision tunnels for a moment. He forces a smile, though it feels strained. He can’t let you see how much this is affecting him. Not now.

“Oh… cool,” he says, trying to sound indifferent, but the edge in his voice betrays him. He clenches his fist in his pocket, forcing himself to stay calm. “Who’s the guy?” he asks, keeping his tone light, despite the way his insides twist.

You smile, oblivious to his inner turmoil. “Oh, you probably don’t know him. His name’s Ryan, he’s in one of my psych classes. He’s pretty cute, tall, plays lacrosse. We’ve chatted a bit.”

Ethan forces a laugh, but his mind is racing. Tall. Cute. Lacrosse? He fights the urge to scoff, his jaw tightening as he glances at you. “Yeah? Sounds like a real charmer,” he says, trying to keep his voice neutral. He doesn’t want to scare you off by showing how much the thought of you with someone else makes his skin crawl.

You don’t notice the shift in his tone, too caught up in talking about this guy. “He seems nice enough. It’s just a casual thing, we’ll see how it goes,” you add with a shrug, completely unaware of the way Ethan’s nails are digging into his palm.

He doesn’t say much after that, barely able to focus on the conversation as you both part ways for the evening. The image of you going on a date with someone else consumes him, filling his mind with dark thoughts. Every minute that passes, he’s thinking of you—wondering what you’re doing with this Ryan guy, imagining him touching you, making you laugh, maybe even kissing you. It makes his blood boil. He tries to distract himself, but it’s no use. His mind always comes back to you.

Later that night , his phone buzzes. It’s a text from you.

“Hey, wanna come over? My date bailed, and I’m bored. Let’s watch that movie?”

Ethan’s heart leaps in his chest. He doesn’t even think twice. Within minutes, he’s out the door, practically running across the hall to your dorm. His pulse races, and he’s already imagining the two of you alone together—just like he wanted from the start. He knocks on your door, and when you open it, the sight of you makes his breath catch.

You’re wearing those tiny pajama shorts that drive him insane, the ones that barely cover your thighs, and a little tank top that shows off your curves. His eyes can’t help but linger on the way the fabric clings to your body. You don’t seem bothered by the fact that your date didn’t show up—if anything, you seem relaxed, unbothered.

“Hey,” you say with a smile, hopping up to sit on the kitchen island, your legs swinging playfully. “Come in, movie’s ready. What took you so long?” you tease, completely unaware of the storm raging inside him.

Ethan steps inside, trying to keep his cool, but all he can think about is how perfect you look tonight. He’s wearing his usual loose pajama pants and a fitted shirt that highlights the muscle he’s been working on lately. The silver chain you got him for his birthday hangs around his neck, catching the light. He sees the way your eyes flick over him, how you seem to take in the shape of his body, the way his shirt clings to his broad shoulders. And even though you’re sitting on the counter, he still towers over you as he steps closer.

“So, what happened to Mr. Lacrosse?” he asks, his voice low as he moves in, standing right in front of you now. His proximity is deliberate, the tension thickening with every second that passes.

You roll your eyes with a laugh. “He never showed up. His loss, right?” you say, clearly not too broken up about it.

“Yeah, his loss,” Ethan echoes, but internally, he’s thrilled. He’s glad the guy blew it. More time for him. More time with you.

He leans against the counter, and the conversation flows as it always does—banter, jokes, easy laughs—but tonight, something feels different. The air between you is charged. Every laugh, every teasing comment is laced with an underlying heat that neither of you can ignore.

You shift slightly on the counter, crossing one leg over the other, which only draws Ethan’s attention to your bare legs. His eyes drift down to the hem of your shorts, his pulse quickening as he imagines running his hands over your skin. You catch him staring and smirk, but instead of calling him out, you tease him.

“Something on your mind, Ethan?” you ask, raising an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the way you’ve caught him off guard.

He meets your eyes, and for a second, the playful banter fades. His gaze darkens as he steps closer, standing between your legs now, so close that you can feel the heat of his body. The sexual tension is thick, electric, buzzing between the two of you like a live wire. His eyes drop to your lips, then back up to meet your gaze, and the air around you seems to shift, the playful teasing giving way to something heavier, something undeniable.

“Maybe,” he murmurs, his voice deeper now, rougher, as he leans in just a fraction closer. He can’t help it—his hands are itching to touch you, to close the distance between you, to finally cross that line that’s been blurring for weeks. You’ve always been the center of his universe, but tonight, standing here with you like this, the desire is nearly unbearable.

You tilt your head, looking up at him with those wide, curious eyes. The way your lips part ever so slightly has his mind racing with fantasies. He wants to kiss you, wants to make you moan, wants to claim you in ways he’s only dared to dream about. You don’t pull away, and that small fact ignites a fire in him that he’s barely keeping under control.

As you lean back slightly, letting your fingers brush against Ethan’s chest in a casual, teasing way, you notice how he tenses under your touch, his jaw tightening. There’s a shift in his demeanor, something primal flickering behind those soft brown eyes that you’ve never seen before. You’re used to him being sweet, dorky, even shy sometimes—but this? This is new. You smirk up at him, fully aware of the effect you’re having on him.

“You sure there’s nothing on your mind?” you ask, voice light but dripping with innuendo. You run your fingers down the chain hanging around his neck, playing with it for a moment, before letting them drift lower, barely grazing his chest through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Ethan’s eyes darken even more, his patience hanging by a thread. You can see the internal battle playing out on his face, the tension building to a breaking point. His gaze drops to your lips again, and this time, he doesn’t pull back.

“Keep pushing, and you’re gonna find out,” he mutters, voice thick with desire, low enough that it sends a shiver down your spine. His eyes flicker between your lips and your eyes, like he’s weighing the consequences, but there’s no hesitation anymore—just pure want.

You don’t even have time to respond before he snaps. In a blur of motion, his hands are on you, one sliding around the back of your neck, the other gripping your waist as he pulls you toward him with a sudden, heated intensity. His lips crash into yours, catching you completely off guard, but before you can even process it, a soft, involuntary whimper escapes your throat. The sound flips a switch in Ethan that he didn’t even know existed.

You cling to him, pulling him closer as the kiss deepens, the heat between you building faster than you expected. His hands are everywhere—gripping, tugging, pulling you impossibly closer as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he lets go for even a second. The kiss is desperate, heated, like he’s been waiting for this moment forever, and now that it’s here, he’s determined to make every second count.

Without breaking the kiss, he picks you up effortlessly, his strong hands gripping your thighs as he hoists you up, making you gasp in surprise. You wrap your legs around his waist instinctively as he carries you toward your bedroom, navigating the space with ease, his lips never leaving yours. The way he holds you—like you weigh nothing—sends a thrill through you, making your pulse race even faster.

Ethan pushes open the door to your room with his shoulder, kicking it shut behind him before gently tossing you onto the bed. You bounce slightly, breathless and wide-eyed as you look up at him. For a second, he just stands there, staring down at you, his chest rising and falling heavily. His gaze rakes over your body, drinking you in with a mix of disbelief and hunger, like he can’t quite believe this is happening.

You smirk up at him, teasing even now. “You gonna stand there and stare all night, or…?”

His eyes flash with frustration, a growl rumbling low in his throat as he moves toward you. “You’ve got no idea what you’re doing to me,” he mutters, his voice rough and ragged. He climbs onto the bed, caging you in beneath him, his body hovering over yours. His hands trace along your sides, just light enough to make you squirm.

“You always have to be in control, don’t you?” he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin as his lips graze your neck. “Always teasing, always pushing.”

You shiver under his touch, but before you can respond, his lips are on your neck, trailing slow, deliberate kisses down to your collarbone. His hands grip your waist, his touch firm but teasing, not giving you nearly enough pressure to satisfy the heat building inside you. It’s maddening, and he knows it.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” Ethan whispers, his lips brushing against the soft skin of your shoulder, sending chills down your spine. “How bad I’ve wanted you…”

His hands slide up to your hips, tugging at the waistband of your tiny shorts just enough to tease you, but not enough to give you what you want. You arch your back slightly, biting your lip as a soft whine escapes you.

“Ethan…” you breathe, the frustration starting to build in your voice as you shift beneath him, trying to get more contact, more anything.

He smirks against your skin, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having on you. “Oh, now you’re the one begging?” he teases, his fingers tracing the edge of your shorts. “What happened to all that confidence, huh?”

You whimper again, the sound more desperate this time, and it’s all the encouragement he needs. His hands move quickly now, sliding your shorts down with ease, and his eyes darken even further as he takes you in, fully exposed and vulnerable beneath him. The look on his face—hunger, disbelief, pure desire—sends a wave of heat through you, making you squirm beneath him.

Without another word, Ethan moves lower, his hands gripping your thighs as he positions himself between your legs. He hesitates for only a second, just long enough to shoot you a wicked grin.

Ethan pauses for a moment, his eyes locked on yours as he hovers between your legs. There’s a glint of something darker in his gaze now, his lips parted slightly as he takes in the sight of you laid out before him. The anticipation is palpable, thickening the air around you both. He runs his hands slowly up your thighs, fingers grazing your skin in a way that sends sparks shooting through your body, making you tremble beneath him.

His gaze flickers upward to meet yours again, and the intensity in his eyes takes your breath away. He leans in, kissing the inside of your thigh—soft, teasing—his lips barely brushing your skin as he moves closer to your core. You can feel his hot breath ghosting over your most sensitive spot, the heat of his mouth almost unbearable. Your breath hitches, and your hips shift unconsciously, desperate for more.

Ethan grins, clearly enjoying how worked up you are, the control he has over your body now. “You look so fucking good like this,” he mutters, his voice rough, almost reverent. “I’ve thought about this so many times… but this? You’re even better than I imagined.”

His words send a jolt of desire through you, but before you can respond, he lowers himself fully, his mouth finally connecting with your heated skin. The first slow drag of his tongue across your folds sends a shockwave of pleasure through you, making your entire body tense and then melt into the bed beneath you. It’s overwhelming—the warmth of his mouth, the softness of his lips, the gentle but deliberate pressure of his tongue moving against you.

You gasp, your hands flying to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft curls as you instinctively push him closer. Ethan groans at the contact, the vibration reverberating through your core and making you cry out. He’s not just doing this for you—he’s savoring every moment of it, completely lost in the taste and feel of you.

Ethan’s movements start slow and measured, each flick of his tongue precise and intentional. He’s exploring, learning what makes you gasp, what makes your legs shake, what has you tugging at his hair in desperation. But as he gains confidence, his pace quickens, his enthusiasm growing with each of your moans, every little sound you make driving him to give you more.

He circles your clit with the flat of his tongue, applying just enough pressure to make you see stars, before he pulls away, only to suck it gently between his lips. The sensation has you bucking your hips against him, the friction almost too much to handle. Ethan tightens his grip on your thighs, holding you steady as he continues to lavish attention on you, his mouth working with an eagerness that’s almost maddening.

“Fuck, Ethan…” you whimper, your voice shaky and breathless, and the sound only seems to spur him on. He groans again, the vibrations sending a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through your body, making you squirm beneath him.

He’s relentless now, his tongue moving faster, more confidently, alternating between soft licks and firm pressure, hitting every spot that has you arching off the bed. He’s a fast learner, picking up on every little movement, every gasp, and using it to push you closer and closer to the edge.

Your grip on his hair tightens as the pleasure builds to an almost unbearable point, your body trembling with need. “Ethan… I-I’m so close…” you manage to choke out, your voice barely above a whisper.

Ethan responds with another low, guttural groan, the sound vibrating through you in a way that has you teetering on the brink. His tongue presses harder against your clit now, swirling in tight, deliberate circles, pushing you closer and closer to release. He slides one hand up your thigh, his fingers ghosting over your entrance, and the added sensation makes your entire body tense in anticipation.

You’re trembling, gasping for breath, your body taut with tension as you cling to the edge, and then Ethan’s fingers slip inside you—slow, deliberate—curling just right. The combination of his tongue and fingers has you coming undone in an instant.

Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, ripping a loud moan from your throat as your body convulses beneath him. Ethan doesn’t stop—if anything, he works you through your release, his tongue and fingers driving you higher, prolonging the pleasure until it’s almost too much to bear.

By the time the waves of pleasure finally begin to subside, your body is trembling, your chest heaving as you struggle to catch your breath. Ethan pulls back slowly, his mouth still hovering over your core as he presses one last, soft kiss to your thigh, his eyes dark and filled with something primal as he looks up at you.

The grin on his face is one of pure satisfaction, his lips glistening with your arousal as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “You have no idea how long I’ve been dying to do that,” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust and pride. “And I’m not even close to being done with you.”

Ethan’s gaze darkens as he drinks in the sight of you, still trembling from your release. There’s a sudden shift in the atmosphere, a tangible heat that pulses between you, and you can feel the energy crackling in the air. He rises to his knees, the dominant edge of his demeanor coming into sharper focus, and you realize that he’s only just getting started.

“Look at you, all flustered and needy,” he says, his voice low and teasing, laced with a dark undertone that sends another thrill down your spine. “You really thought I was done with you?”

Before you can respond, he grips your waist with surprising strength, flipping you onto your stomach with a swift motion. You let out a soft gasp, momentarily caught off guard as he manhandles you into position. Your heart races at the sudden change, your body responding to his dominance in ways that leave you breathless.

“On all fours,” he commands, his tone brokering no argument. You feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as you comply, pushing yourself up onto your hands and knees, the position feeling both vulnerable and exhilarating. The power dynamic shifts entirely, and you can feel the weight of his gaze on you, filled with both hunger and authority.

Ethan positions himself behind you, and you can feel the heat radiating off his body as he leans closer. His breath is warm against your skin, and he takes a moment to savor the sight of you. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, the praise mingling with the edge of something more possessive.

You shiver at his words, heat pooling in your core again as he runs his hands along your back, caressing you in a way that’s both tender and commanding. But then, without warning, he smacks your ass playfully, the sound echoing in the room. The unexpected sting takes you by surprise, and you gasp, your body instinctively reacting to the sharp pleasure mixed with a hint of pain.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, his voice dripping with a mixture of mockery and desire. “To be treated like a little slut? Because that’s what you are—so fucking eager for me to touch you, to make you feel good.”

You can’t help but moan at his words, the degradation sparking something deep within you. You feel both embarrassed and incredibly turned on, your body responding eagerly to his every command.

“Answer me,” he presses, his tone firm, demanding. “Do you want me to take you? To use you like the perfect whore you are?”

“Yes,” you gasp, the heat pooling in your belly intensifying as his words wash over you. The way he talks to you sends jolts of pleasure coursing through your body, and you can feel your arousal growing, pushing you closer to the edge again.

“Good girl,” he praises, and his voice is laced with satisfaction. He leans down closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “You need to remember that you’re mine. I’m going to make you feel so good that you won’t be able to think about anything else.”

With that, he grips your hips tightly, holding you in place as he positions himself behind you, teasingly brushing against you, making you ache for more. “You ready for me?”

“Yes, Ethan, please…” you plead, your voice breathless, longing for him to fill you completely.

He chuckles darkly, clearly enjoying the control he has over you. “Not yet,” he replies, the teasing edge in his voice sending a shiver down your spine. He drags his hands over your body, squeezing your ass possessively, almost too roughly, but the pleasure mingles perfectly with the sting, and it makes you crave him even more.

“Look at you, so desperate,” he taunts, pulling back slightly to admire the view. “You love it, don’t you? Being treated like this. You want me to degrade you, to remind you how much you need me.”

“Ethan…” you whimper, unable to hide the need in your voice.

“Shut up and take it,” he snaps, the sudden bite in his tone sending your heart racing. His hands grip your waist tightly, and with a swift thrust, he enters you in one smooth motion. The sensation is electric, and you cry out, the sudden fullness overwhelming you.

Ethan’s grip on your hips tightens as he begins to move, his thrusts powerful and deliberate. He’s relentless, using you for his pleasure as you melt beneath him, each movement igniting a fire within you. “You feel so good wrapped around me,” he grunts, his voice low and rough with desire. “Just like that. Keep moaning for me, let me hear how much you love it.”

With every thrust, he builds a rhythm, punctuating his movements with the occasional slap to your ass that sends jolts of pleasure through you. You can feel the tension coiling tightly in your belly again, the mix of pain and pleasure pushing you closer to the edge.

“Look at you, taking it so well,” he growls, his voice thick with lust. “I could do this all night. Just you and me, baby,” the whimper you let out is weak, a perfect contrast to the guttural groans he’s letting out as his relentless movements speed up

“You want it harder?” he growls, his voice rough with lust. “You want me to fuck you like you can’t handle it?”

You nod frantically, your hands gripping the sheets for dear life as he pounds into you, his cock slamming deep inside you with each brutal thrust. The sound of it—the slick, obscene wetness, the slap of his hips against your ass—fills the room, and it’s everything.

“Ethan,” you whimper, the pleasure cresting higher with each thrust, his words fueling the fire within you.

“Tell me how much you want it,” he commands, his voice low and rough.

“I want it so bad… I want you,” you gasp, the need in your voice unmistakable.

“Good girl,” he praises, his thrusts growing faster, more frantic. “Let go for me. Let me see how much you need this.”

With his words pushing you over the edge, your body responds instinctively, the tension unraveling as your orgasm crashes over you again. You cry out his name, your body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washes through you, completely consumed by the moment.

Ethan doesn’t stop—he keeps thrusting, riding you through your release, his own pleasure building as he watches you fall apart beneath him. “That’s it, just like that,” he growls, the sound of your pleasure driving him closer to his own climax.

Ethan’s grip on your hips tightens as he flips you onto your back, a sudden shift in power that sends a thrill of excitement through you. The look in his eyes is intense, a dark hunger that ignites a fire deep within you. He hovers over you, his body pressing you down into the mattress as he lines himself up with your entrance, teasing you just enough to keep you on edge.

“Look at you,” he growls, his voice low and filled with a possessive edge. “So eager for it, and yet you were supposed to go out with Ryan? Pathetic.” His tone drips with mockery, and you can feel the heat rise in your cheeks, but there’s something exhilarating about his dominance that makes your pulse race even faster.

You bite your lip, trying to contain the moan threatening to escape as he slowly pushes into you, filling you completely. He’s rougher than before, and it sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. Each thrust is deeper, harder, and more relentless than the last, making you gasp and arch your back in response.

“Did you really think he could ever compare to me?” he taunts, his breath hot against your ear as he begins to pick up speed. “You’re mine now, and I’d get rid of anyone who thinks they can have you. I’d kill for you, you know that? Anyone who comes near you is dead in my eyes.”

His words resonate through you, a mixture of thrill and arousal as he continues to move within you, each thrust igniting a new wave of pleasure. You can’t help but moan, the sound escaping your lips unbidden as you feel yourself getting lost in the sensation of him inside you. It’s as if he knows exactly how to push your buttons, how to bring out the wildness in you that craves this raw, unfiltered connection.

“I’ve been fantasizing about this since the moment we met,” he confesses, his voice rough and filled with need. “Every laugh you shared, every little tease… I imagined bending you over, taking you like this, showing you just how good it feels to be mine.”

You can barely process his words, lost in the overwhelming pleasure he’s giving you. Your body responds to him, to his every thrust, every whisper, and you can feel the heat pooling in your core, ready to explode at any moment.

He leans down, his lips brushing against your neck as he continues to pound into you, relentless and dominating. “You’re so fucking hot,” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. “I want you to know that no one else can make you feel like this. No one can take care of you like I can.”

Ethan’s movements become more frantic, his breath coming in heavy pants as he pushes you closer to the edge. “I’d do anything to keep you. Anyone who gets in my way doesn’t stand a chance. You’re too perfect for them, too good to be with someone who can’t appreciate you like I do.”

You feel a rush of excitement at his words, the combination of dominance and desire swirling within you, making your body ache for more. You reach up, tugging on that silver chain right above your face before tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling him down to capture his lips with yours, a desperate need driving the kiss.

Ethan deepens the kiss, pouring all of his pent-up longing into it, and you can feel the heat of his body against yours, the intensity of his desire almost overwhelming. He pulls back slightly, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart race. “You understand what I want, don’t you?” he whispers, his voice a low growl.

“Y-Yes,” you manage to breathe, your body aching for him, desperate for the release he’s promising.

“Good,” he replies, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he resumes his pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. “Then let’s see just how much you can take.”

With that, he plunges into you harder, faster, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body, pushing you closer to that precipice. You can feel yourself spiraling out of control, every part of you aching for that release he’s teasing you with.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he demands, his eyes dark and filled with a possessive fire as he grips your wrists, pinning them above your head. “Tell me you want this, that you want me.”

“I’m yours,” you cry out, the words tumbling from your lips in a desperate rush. “I want you, Ethan! I want this!”

His eyes flash with triumph at your confession, and he thrusts into you with renewed fervor, his body pushing you to the edge of ecstasy. You can feel the coil inside you tightening, and with every thrust, you’re closer to unraveling, ready to fall apart in his arms.

“Then come for me,” he commands, his voice low and seductive, and you know you can’t hold back any longer. With one final thrust, you explode around him, your body shaking as pleasure washes over you, leaving you gasping and trembling beneath him.

Ethan follows closely behind, his own release spilling into you as he groans your name, his body collapsing against yours as both of you ride out the waves of pleasure together.

As the last remnants of your orgasm fade, he pulls back slightly, looking down at you with a mixture of awe and possessiveness. “You’re incredible,” he breathes, his fingers brushing softly against your cheek. “I’d do anything to keep you like this—forever.”

You can’t help but smile at his words, feeling a rush of warmth spread through you as you realize that you’re not just a fleeting fantasy for him; you’re something real, something he wants to hold onto.

Ethan however, is still reeling at the fact he has his dream girl in his arms, completely unoblivious to how serious he was while fucking her dumb. The feeling was so incredible, he almost felt guilty about what he did to that dumb jock Ryan.

Almost.

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casual , part 11

“ but we’re ”

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[robjn93]

hello charlie! i dont know if this is a weird ask, but this is a question about a certain fanon tim drake misconception and i was wondering if you know its origin. people sometimes characterize him as 'morally grey', when i am 98% sure that in canon, it was very pointed out that he has a strong moral compass. like, an notorious example i can remember is in yj98 (#3, i think): when red tornado adresses to tim as 'super ego', being the most 'ethic' one out of kon & bart. i think im rambling over here, but i wanna hear your say on this LOL

ASK AWAY I LOVE TO RAMBLE 'morally grey' tim drake is pure fanon based on either mischaracterization of red robin tim drake or people's unbridled desire to have him and jason bond over hating bruce or whatever else. i made like a giant thinkpiece for oomf about a personal hc on how tims nightmares affected his moral compass but absolutely, tim is PURE super ego. given the trolley problem, tim would probably throw himself on those rails to die. he has proven it many times.

in robin #4-5, given the choice of putting steph in danger by letting her confront her father or killing arthur brown, he chose option 3: throw himself in the truck, which ended up with him nearly suffocating to death. what i personally find interesting of this is less his actions per sè and more his thoughts; every second a thought about ‘doubling air supply’ comes to his head, he punishes himself for it. he is only afraid of 'disappointing bruce', finding himself in a situation where he even had to choose 'who to save'.

in one of my favorite stories, 'batman: contagion', tim would rather die than let is father know he was dying. he wanted to avoid giving his father thta heartache and make sure that batman and robin's identity were safe so he preferred wallowing in his pain instead.

in the titans of tomorrow storyline, he didnt hesitate to put a gun to his head and nearly pull the trigger and it has to be noted that the only reason why he failed to take his own life was external factors. if it meant saving others, he was willing to let himself die.

finally (because i have too many examples LOL) a lonely place of living. too good. between letting the kanes become the target of the bombs or letting people perish, he chose the final option: redirect all explosives towards himself and let himself die.

tim counteracts hedonism, he is a pure self harming machine and most importantly, he is a masochist and a hypocrite. in his fantasies, he wishes for an easy life yet does everything in his power not to achieve that. he dates ariana, a girl whos life (as troubled as any gothamite’s can be) is fairly uncomplicated, overly accepting of his committment behaviors yet cheats on her with steph, someones whos life is an absolute mess and does nothing but make it even more complicated by being a vigilante and choosing to be involved in the vigilante life.

he says he wants to eventually quit robin and have an easy life yet, when offered the chance of actually quitting, he is trembling in his boots and afraid of a life without being robin. he comes back to bruce all the times, no matter how many times bruce disappoints him and manipulates him. he needs that complicated life, he needs to be a part of that change. he needs that pain.