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xazse · 1 year ago

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hi hi hi ur puppy venti got me giggling and kickin my feet (*^^*)

could you write another story where reader is gone for a few days and when they get back poor venti is just dying to touch them again?? :(

PUPPYHYBRID!VENTI X FEM!READER

Notes: Hi, sorry this took so long, and If my other ask is seeing this I’m working on it! (JJK ask) and glad you enjoyed my puppyventi! ❤️

Pairings: PUPPYHYBRID!Venti x Fem!reader

Tags: Reader has boobs! Venti is still human but with ears and a tail that’s all, begging, pegging, fluff, facesitting, smut!

He was a mess leading up to the days where the inevitable had to happen, begging and pleading for you to not go wasn’t enough, you were the owner of a well known company but that didn’t mean you could do whatever you wanted whenever you wanted, that just wouldn’t fly. So when he came to you with downturned ears practically in your face, giving you small kisses in hopes you’d change your mind it doesn’t work.

He’ll follow you around the whole house clinging to your body, touching and nonstop feeling you up, gripping your ass and telling you how much he’ll miss it, and he’ll also question who’s supposed to braid his hair all pretty? you roll your eyes every time he says that.

The questions he spews are nonstop: Who’ll be there? Any flirty men? Women? What time are you coming back? When does your plane land? Will you miss him as much as he’s gonna miss you? You’ve had to lock him out at night because he will really lay in bed with you and constantly poke you awake till you answer the questions.

Then the day came, he’s got you in a bear lock refusing to let you out the door, whining with his poor ears deflated in sadness. To even get out you had to use a little force with Venti, but before you leave you make sure to grab ahold of his face and pucker his lips, delivering a wet kiss to his lips: he attempts to deepen it but you’re quick to shut the door leaving him needy and dumbfounded. You’ll need to apologize later :(.

The next few days are agonizing for him, besides you being gone he’s all alone in this huge house, you gave him a simple phone since he’s still new to this technology business. It has just your contact with your pretty face in the contact photo, the first few times he attempted to call you, you didn’t pick up, but messaged him on how you were in a meeting and you’d call him later, so he sent cute scrambled messages that didn’t really make sense: in his case keeping track of all the keys on the phone is difficult.

Then the random bouts of horniness came, Venti loved when you’d send random selfies of yourself, especially when your boobs ended up in the photo. His fingers would slip inside his shorts and he’d palm himself to full hardness, he starts slow when he jerks his cock: he’s really trying to savor the moment but his impatient side comes out, and he’s humping into his hand imagining it’s your soft hands , imagining your pretty manicured nails, he wants you to pull on his hair, to flick his nipples every opportunity you get. Brief whines fill the empty living room while he struggles for air, the last thing he pictures before he cums is you giving him that kiss right before you left.

Venti spends the rest of his days, moping around, his ears never perk up besides when you call or text, his tail hasn’t done that cute little flip thing either, or he’ll masturbate over and over, spilling onto himself with a moan of your name every time.

Venti’s eating something when he hears a soft click, his ears perking he immediately runs to the door, seeing you with a wide grin on your face has him jumping onto you, you hug him back just as hard, kissing his head. It doesn’t even take five minutes in the embrace before he’s pawing at your boobs and ass, sniffing and licking you all over: he can’t get enough of you. Ten minutes in and he’s managed to coerce you out of your clothes, another three minutes and you’re above him, chests heaving with your strap lined up against the poor pups hole, he’s decided he wants to face you on his back the entire time.

Prepping him is thrown out the window when you see his already lubbed hole, naughty boy must’ve been busy earlier. Right now venti can’t keep quiet on how much he missed you. Lining yourself up with his hole, you’re just as needy as him so you start a fast pace as soon as you enter, cooing at him how good doing so far. Venti’s open mouthed panting, the feeling of your strap sliding in and out of him feels so much better than when he would finger himself, it feels like a current spreading through his body and making his chest throb with want. Through the motion of it he grabs his cock and begins jerking off, the combined feelings has him leaking precum, lots of precum.

You lean down and press kisses to his temple, to his nose and to his lips, just in time he lets out a loud mewl: inviting you to suck on his tongue and press it far down his throat, oh god he loves it so much that tears decorate his waterline but don’t yet fall over.

Venti begins to writhe underneath you, signaling he’s about to cum, you hammer into him to help him along, his body twitches before fat globs of his cum land on your stomach and his.

You remove the strap and crawl up to his face, placing your thighs on either side and lowering your pretty cunt. After Venti catches his breath he weakly wraps his arms and your thighs and gives small laps, his face is flushed, eyes glazed over but nonetheless he’s also missed your pussy too. His cute little tail starts swishing back and forth.

#genshin smut #genshin x reader #fem reader #venti smut #venti x reader #sub venti #PuppyboyVenti #zsworks #venti x Femreader

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puppyie-innit · 3 months ago

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hewo everyone!! dis is my firs ever time participatin in t-wordtober. i hope you guys like it, will do my best to keep up wif it! the characters thruout dis month will be based off of @jogabsha @jogabsha2 an me! buh yeh, enjoooyy!!!)

t-wordtober day 1: “Ready?”

It was a lazy afternoon, the kind where the sun’s warmth poured through the windows and made everythin’ feel cozy and slow. Puppy was curled up on the couch, her small frame lookin’ even smaller with the way she was huggin' her stuffed animal. Her eyes were heavy with sleep, and she was driftin' in and out of dreamland when she suddenly felt a presence loomin' over her.

Dino, her big brother, stood there with a playful grin, his arms crossed as he watched his sleepy little sis. She looked so peaceful, but Dino was in the mood for somethin’ a bit more fun. He crouched down beside her, his shadow fallin’ over her face, blockin’ the sunlight.

"Pup, you awake?" Dino asked in a soft, teasin’ tone.

Puppy groaned a little, rubbin’ her eyes and peekin’ up at him. "Mmm, kinda," she mumbled, not really wantin’ to leave the comfort of her nap. Her voice was all sleepy and soft, makin' her sound even more like a little pup.

Dino smirked, knowin' exactly what he was about to do. He reached out and lightly poked her tummy. "Are you sure you're awake?" he teased, his finger trailin' up her side, makin’ her squirm just a little.

Puppy blinked her eyes open fully now, already feelin' a slight tingle where he touched. She knew that look in his eyes. It was the look he got when he was about to turn her world upside down with tickles. Her eyes widened just a bit, and she shook her head. "N-Nooo, Dino, I'm sleepy," she protested, curlin' up even tighter like a little ball.

Dino chuckled low in his throat, his hand hoverin' just above her belly now. "Sleepy, huh? Well, that’s too bad, 'cause I’ve got somethin’ real fun planned, lil' one," he cooed, his voice takin' on that sing-song baby talk that made Puppy’s heart race.

He wiggled his fingers just inches from her tummy, watchin' her eyes dart to his hand. “Puppy, are ya ready?” he asked, leanin’ in closer, his grin growin’ wider. The question hung in the air, teasin' her as her breath caught in her throat.

Puppy shook her head quickly, her cheeks flushin' as she squirmed under his gaze. "No, no, Dino, I’m not ready!" she squeaked, tryin’ to pull the blanket over her as a shield.

But it was too late. Dino's hand shot forward, and before Puppy could do anythin' about it, his fingers danced across her belly, wrigglin’ and ticklin' with just enough pressure to make her burst into giggles instantly.

“Ohhh, I think ya are ready! Ready for the tickle monster!” Dino teased, his voice high and playful like he was talkin’ to a tiny pup. His fingers moved faster now, explorin' every inch of her belly and sides, sendin' waves of ticklish sensations through her.

Puppy’s giggles exploded from her mouth, high-pitched and uncontrollable. She tried to curl up tighter, but Dino's hands were relentless, findin' every little ticklish spot he knew would drive her crazy. “Dinooo! Nooo! I wasn’t ready!” she managed to squeal between her fits of laughter, her feet kickin' against the couch.

Dino laughed, enjoyin’ how helpless and squirmy she was. “Oh, but ya look ready to me! Look at that smile! I think ya were just pretendin' to be sleepy, huh?” he teased, movin’ his fingers up to her ribs now, diggin’ in just enough to make her buck against the cushions.

Puppy’s laughter got louder, and she shook her head wildly, tryin’ to escape his tickly grip. “Nuh-uh! I’m sleepy! I’m sleepy!” she giggled, her voice breakin’ from laughin' so hard.

Dino just shook his head, teasin' her more. "Nooo, silly puppy, sleepy pups don’t giggle like this. Only ticklish ones do!" His fingers danced faster, findin' a sweet spot right at her sides that made her squeal.

“Diiinooo!” Puppy’s face was bright red now, tears of laughter in her eyes as she tried to grab his hands and stop the tickles, but it was no use. Dino was too fast, too strong, and he wasn’t about to stop just yet.

"Oh, what’s that? You want more?" Dino teased, switchin' tactics and wrigglin' his fingers under her arms now, hittin' a whole new level of ticklishness.

Puppy screamed with laughter, her arms flailin', her body twistin' and turnin' as she tried to wriggle free. "Nooo! Nooo! Not more! Not more!" she giggled, her voice gettin' higher and squeakier the more he tickled.

Dino’s grin grew wider. "Not more? Hmm, that’s not what I heard, kiddo. I think I heard ya say more tickles for Puppy!" He added a few babyish raspberries to her tummy, which made her squeal and kick even harder, her giggles reachin' a fever pitch.

Puppy was beside herself now, her whole body wiggling and squirming as Dino kept up his relentless tickle attack. She could barely breathe between her giggles, tears rollin' down her cheeks from laughin' so hard. "Dinooo! P-Please! No more, no more!" she begged through her laughter.

Dino finally slowed down, givin' her a break, but he wasn’t done teasin' her just yet. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered in that sweet baby talk tone, “Aw, my lil' Puppy is soooo ticklish, isn’t she? Ya just can’t handle it, huh?”

Puppy was pantin', tryin' to catch her breath as she wiped the tears from her eyes. "N-No… I can’t," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper between her giggles.

Dino chuckled softly and gave her a gentle pat on the head. "That’s what I thought. But don’t worry, little sister. The tickle monster will be back soon. Better get real ready next time," he teased, boopin' her nose before finally lettin' her go.

Puppy, still gigglin' softly, pulled her blanket up to her chin, tryin' to hide from him. But even though she was worn out from laughin', a small smile remained on her face.

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fleshhhteeth · 1 year ago

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Habit bites you say? 👀👀

Could I get

some headcanons going more into detail about that?

I don’t think it’s any hot tea to say that the community thinks Habit would be big into biting, leaving scratches, knifeplay, etc he be that kinda demon <3 and the kinda sub masochist that might be down to try that? I be that kinda person

Also you’re a really good writer! c:

Yes, yes you can :} (also thank u!!! got me kickin my feet in the air n shit heehee)

Suggestive / nsfw under the cut! Minors dni

HABIT biting / knifeplay headcanons (tw for mentions of slight gore)

He'll bite you for a whole slew of reasons, not just horny shit. Piss him off and he's getting in your face? Gnashing teeth. He wants to piss *you* off? Biting you while you're in the middle of something. Just minding your own damn business? You're never safe bitch.

It only gets worse if he's turned on tbh, but I DO have a bit of a hot take. Of course he loves digging his teeth in, leaving frighteningly severe marks all over you, and the rush he gets in licking up the pooling blood- But its not a one way street.

I think, under the (rather unlikely) circumstances that he's genuinely into you? He'd want you to reciprocate in the whole "literally ripping each other apart in every way imaginable" thing.

You're clearly weaker than him, and couldn't make a dent in him if you tried? He'd get off on just watching you try. Its cute, to him. Bonus points if you REALLY get into it. He appreciates the effort and gusto.

You actually stand a chance in getting him to hurt? Go fucking nuts, he'll let you. Yank his hair, step on his throat, choke him out, rip chunks out of him with your teeth, its all on the table. Being practically invincible, and having everyone else cower in fear around you gets really boring when you've lived that way for your entire existence. If you can physically manage to overpower him? He'll let you. (good fucking luck though asdfhksdfg)

On the same note, knives. Hoo boy.

I don't think he'd have the patience to like, trace up your body with the tip of his knife, or carve words into your skin or anything, but he would definitely get creative with it nontheless. Y'know how some people will do the whole "count while I spank you" thing? That, but with knife wounds. Sitting on his lap and everything.

And of course, he'd love holding that shit up to your neck as he pounds into you- genuinely coming close to cutting into the skin, pressing dangerously harder with every breath you take in. Who needs choking when he can have you desperately holding your breath all on your own?

On the flip side, he would definitely be into you teasing him with one of his own knives. Run it feather light up his abdomen, his chest, up to his throat, all he wants is for you to drive it down into him, and give him that weirdly euphoric release of agony. The anticipation is nice, but he'll never admit that out loud.

He wants that shit to hurt- like blinding pain. It sort of registers in his head like an orgasm would, since he doesn't exactly experience that level of pain very often.

HUGE bonus points if you actually have him vulnerable during it. (tied up, overpowered, ect.)

Tldr: this man is obsessed with pain. In any way, any method, any form, all of it. Doesn't even matter who's on what end.

#If anyone is wondering #Yes I did think WAY too hard about the way habit acted around the god killer knife #so audacious and intimate wtf #sadomasochist habit stans rise up #I may not be a masochist myself but I respect y'all for being so brave. 🫡#emh #everymanhybrid #Habit emh #emh habit #Habit x reader #I kinda went to0 hard with this but an opportunity to preach my sadomasochist habit beliefs was too good to pass up.#Nsft #suggestive

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streamdotpng · 2 years ago

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This is my first time writing on PC! It's so much easier :)

Okay, remember how I wrote the bit about Enid going through a depressive episode in 2nd year?

This is my first time writing on PC! It's so much easier :)

What if I wrote the episode and Wednesday taking care of her? :)

Streamer Enid AU.

Also! I have a song recommendation! Love Like You from Steven Universe. Specifically the duet of Ashe and Caleb Hyles! :)

(They aren't dating yet.)

"Are you alright?"

"To be honest? No. Not in the slightest. Feel like dogshit."

"Is there anything I could do to help?"

"No, not really."

"Do you have... do you know why you feel this way?

"No."

"Melancholy, then."

The werewolf lifts up her head from it's spot of a disgustingly pink pillow.

Enid blinks at her.

Once.

Twice.

"I might be fruity but 'm not a fruit, Willa."

Wednesday feels like she's been shocked by Uncle Fester.

"What?"

"You said I have Melancholy. I'm not a fruit."

"Melancholy is sadness without an apparent reason," she wants to add venom to her voice. Call Enid Stupid and idiotic.

But it's Enid.

"Not a fruit, Enid.'

The blonde pouts, drops her head and lets out a pathetic sigh.

"Watermelon is my favorite fruit."

"I'm fond of Belladonna berries, personally."

Enid lifts her head again, this time turning on her back to face Wednesday properly.

She smirks. It's the closest she's been to a real smile since Monday.

It's Thursday.

"How are they named both so young and so old? I hear Bella and I think of Twilight- I hear Donna and I think of this old baker-lady from San Francisco who smoked like crazy and yelled at everyone. She beat a- did I ever tell this story?" Enid's grin is small. She has told Wednesday this story. Enid was tired.

She must've forgotten.

"Never." She lies.

"Well, she- she got robbed- attempted-ly robbed- is attemptedly even a word? Anyways- she almost got robbed, got the guy that broke in, and beat his ass with a rollin' pin. The cops had to pry her off!"

Enid's smile is bigger.

Her scars are lit up by light of the moon that peaks in from the window.

Her eyes glow in the dim lighting.

Her scars are pink.

Her eyes are blue.

"A pleasant story," Wednesday pretends she's never heard it, "what happened to the baker?"

"She's still alive! When I went home over break, she was still kickin'! I think she started smoking more, which is horrific- seriously, this woman smokes like 2 packs a day. It's nuts."

Wednesday hums.

She stands up and walks to the door.

"Wait!"

Her head snaps back so fast she can hear the pop that sounds in her neck.

Enid's hand is outstretched, and she's standing now, when Wednesday turns around she's retracting it in embarrassment.

"I- there's not really anything you can do to help, but that didn't mean I wanted you to leave." She flushes and looks at the floor.

"I'll only be gone a moment. I'll need Thing's help, also."

Thing runs to Wednesday's feet.

Enid's face is red. Wednesday can see her eyes get glossy with tears.

"Promise you'll both come back?"

Wednesday's hand tightens on the doorknob.

"I swear on Thing's life."

She faces the door again.

"Swear it on my life too."

Wednesday turns fully at that.

"What?"

"Swear it on mine too. You care about both of us too much to lie."

Enid swallows harshly. She doesn't move. Her arms are behind her.

Her scars are pink.

Her eyes are blue.

"I swear on the life of Thing Addams and Enid Sinclair that I will only be a moment."

"Okay."

Enid stares at the ground. She turns back to her bed.

"Okay."

Enid's on her stomach when Wednesday reenters the room.

Their room.

"Enid." Wednesday speaks quietly.

She spent time on this, but Enid needs rest.

She'd feel awful if she woke her "roomie."

"Yeah?" Enid rolls onto her back again.

What if Enid didn't like it?

Wednesday wants to vomit and scream and run away.

She doesn't.

"I have something that requires you to close your eyes and follow me."

Enid laughs- a puff of air, really, but it's better than her downcast face.

"First you're gone for 11 minutes, now you want me to follow you blind?" She stands and closes her eyes.

Enid counted.

Enid smiles.

Thing runs to his box.

Wednesday grabs her backpack.

She takes Enid's hand.

Her hand is warm. Her fingers are pink from the cold.

They start moving.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're 'bout to bury me alive!"

She sounds playful.

Good.

"If I wanted to kill you, I'd have used one of your revoltingly pink scarves to strangle you."

Pink scarves.

Her fingers are pink.

Her scars are pink.

Her eyes are blue.

They're outside now.

"Nice to know you have it planned. Though," Enid almost trips over a tree's root. She barely slows in following Wednesday, "I can't help but feel hurt that you'd be so..." She doesn't need to look back to know the smug shit is smirking, "barbaric! That's the word!"

Wednesday considers letting Enid hit a branch head-on.

She moves Enid out of the way of the branch that she can't see.

"I mean, I figured after being besties for so long you'd at least think about giving me some kinda dramatic death. Throwing me into a fire as my lover begs for my life? No? You have no taste, Willa."

She imagines Enid with burn scars. She thinks they'd run up her arms like sleeves. Maybe splashed across her ribs and stomach.

The scars would be pink.

Her eyes would still be blue.

"I'd kill your lover first. No witnesses."

"You wouldn't grant me my final death-wish of being dramatic as I go?"

'I'd join you in the fire. I'd burn with you because to lose you would kill me in a different way.' It climbs up her throat and sets on her tongue.

She doesn't let it leave her mouth.

"I'd write something funny on your urn."

"Make it a pun," they're nearing the spot now, "and I'll consider forgiving you for not giving different-timeline me a death worthy of being on a K-drama."

"Done."

She leads Enid to the spot.

"Sit."

"I'm not a dog, Willa-"

She sits.

"-I take offense."

"Open your eyes."

Enid opens her eyes.

They're on a blanket in the forest. Wednesday has the laptop the sat delicately on the blanket.

The blanket's big.

"Wednesday..." she breathes softly.

"You always wanted a girls night." She sets her backpack down, zips it open, and pulls out her supplies.

Nail polish.

Cans of juice and soda.

Snacks.

A another blanket.

"You are the best roomie." Comes out soft. Like it left her mouth without her knowledge.

"I thought... if ever I should indulge you." She pauses.

The stars are bright, so far out from the light pollution. It illuminates them both.

Enid stares straight up to the sky.

The colors of the stars reflect in her eyes.

Her face is lit up, just barely.

There's pink in the blue of her eyes from the stars.

Her scars are pink.

Her eyes are blue.

"It should be now."

Enid stands suddenly, faces her roommate, grabs Wednesday's face and kisses her.

Her lips are warm.

Her lips are pink.

They both stare at each other when Enid pulls away. Neither making a sound.

Enid sits back down.

Wednesday stands.

It's quiet.

Enid gasps sharply, and turns her head up to face Wednesday.

"OMG! Can we watch The Sunrise Paradise? Please?!"

Wednesday blinks.

"The... Sunrise Paradise?"

"The K-drama? It's sooooooooo good! Swear on Thing!"

Wednesday presses her lips into a line.

Enid's warmth sits on them like the taste of red wine.

"Swear both on Thing and me."

Enid's face drops, and for one, dizzying moment, Wednesday wonders if she's said the wrong thing.

But then Enid grins. Bright and blinding and beautiful and Wednesday understands why humans love.

Enid, still grinning, places her right hand over her heart.

"I, Enid Sinclair, swear on the life of Thing Addams and Wednesday Addams that The Sunrise Paradise is the most incredible show ever."

Wednesday joins Enid in her sitting.

"I trust you."

The show is good, Wednesday loathes to admit. The characters are well-written and the cinematography is great and the actors are a perfect cast.

"It's adequate."

Enid has a smile on her face. She hasn't stopped smiling.

"That's Wednesday for 'you're so correct that it's embarrassing me, Enid.'!"

"That's... That's 'Wednesday'?"

"It's how you talk; I wouldn't force you to talk differently, so I learned how to speak Wednesday!"

"I- uh..."

A gasp.

"Do I have the Wednesday Addams lost for words? Oh, I feel powerful!"

Wednesday wants to slap the smile from her lips.

She wants to kiss them.

"You mentioned a "Twilight" earlier."

"I don't think it's your kinda movie. It's like watching Tyler and-"

"You don't need to add more. Tyler's essence being in that movie is more than enough to sway me away."

Enid nods.

Then flops backwards, starfishing herself.

Enid looks at the stars.

The stars light up her eyes.

Her scars are pink.

Her eyes are blue.

"Enid?"

"Yeah?"

"I was wrong. earlier."

"What'da you mean?"

"About my favorite fruit."

Her scars are pink.

Her eyes are blue.

"They're strawberries and blueberries."

She lies next to Enid. Shoulder to shoulder.

She looks at the stars.

There's green.

Red.

Orange.

Pink.

Blue.

"Willa?"

"Yes, Enid?"

"Do you think... do you think we'll be together forever?"

Wednesday's heart beats harder.

"In what way?"

"Like-" Enid sticks her arm up so Wednesday can see her hand flip about. "-like friends?"

'Why just friends?' she wants to say.

She doesn't

"I meant it in first year when I said your mark was indelible. Even if we grew apart, there's no doubt in my body that I'd remember you."

"How did I leave an inedible mark on you? You never told me."

"Indelible."

"Answer the question."

Wednesday takes a deep breath through her nose.

She pushes it out through her mouth.

"I think... I think to lose your mark would be to lose my humanity. The compassion you taught me."

A huff.

"Everyone's got some compassion."

"Maybe. But I've always been told that I needed to express it by people who faked theirs-" She turns to look at the side of Enid's face.

She's still looking at the stars.

Her scars are pink.

Her eyes are blue.

"-You live by compassion. You exude it."

Wednesday turns to face the dimmer stars above her.

"I've always learned better by example."

She feels a hand brush hers.

She takes it.

"If we were to grow apart, how would you want it to happen?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like. Would you want to go our separate ways hating each other? Slowing losing contact and not doing anything to get it back?"

"I would want to lose you through your choices."

She can hear Enid shift to look at her.

She turns herself to look at Enid.

The stars are brighter.

"What?" It's breathless.

"You're important to me, Enid. I want what is best for you. If we were to grow apart, I'd want to be from you deciding it's what's best for you."

"Oh."

Enid turns to face the sky.

Wednesday's still looking at the stars.

"I'd want to hate you."

"Oh?"

"'Cause, I... You mean quite a lot to me too, Willa. I don't ever want to forget you. If we grew apart, I'd want to hold a grudge because those last. Donna still knows that robber's name and she still calls him the scum of the earth. That 30 years ago when he was 15 and she was 35."

"Mother has said to be careful whom I offend. She's said spite can weather time better than love."

Silence.

Wednesday likes the quiet.

It leaves her less stimulated.

It makes it easier to burn the curve of Enid's jaw into her mind's eye.

Her scars are pink.

Her eyes are blue.

"Right and wrong."

"Pardon?"

"Spite can weather it better. But I think you mistook her words. You think spite will weather time better than love. It's only a can."

Enid's thumb brushes the back of her hand.

"I think it depends on the people with the love."

Wednesday hums.

"What could make you hate me, Enid?"

"Hmmmm. That's tough."

Enid looks at her.

Wednesday never stopped looking at her.

"Set all my stuffed animals on fire and replace all my clothing with black suits."

"Simple enough."

"Are you planning on earning my- my- my ire? Could you really be so cruel?" She puts on a faux shaky tone.

"I'm only saying it's surprisingly easy to make you hate someone. Maybe I was wrong about you being compassionate. Maybe you're as spiteful and vengeance-loving as me."

"Maybe so."

Enid squeezes her hand.

She squeezes back.

"What about you? What could make you hate me?"

Her scars are pink.

Her eyes are blue.

"Make everything pink."

"Hey! Show some respect- pink is an incredible color!"

"Maybe so."

Her scars are pink.

"I just don't think I could bare to forget blue."

Her eyes are blue.

-Writer Anon.

WEDNESDAY YOU ABSOLUTELY DAMN SAP

i love the repeating of enid's colors, really slamming it in how much Wednesday thinks they're important. How much Enid is important. Also idk if its just me but the pink dye is enid's hair temporary, the pink tint of the scar will fade to something darker. But blue? Blue is enid's eyes, blue will forever stay, it wont ever change

Just like Enid's presence, enid's mark

anyways, have this lil tidbit

"I think i said i'd rather hate you because it would be easier," Enid says. "but.. i don't think i would hate hate you."

Wednesday eyes her, "What do you mean?"

"Hate means disliking something so much that its all i see." A breath of air comes. "But i don't think a part of me could ever hate anything about you. I'm sure that'll stand even when we're miles apart."

Wednesday stares. Is that.. a good thing? She stays silent but the slight raise of her brow was enough for Enid to explain.

There's a pause and she really wondered if she was really going to say what she's planning to. Well, in for a skip and all for a drop or however it goes.

"Maybe if you asked me last year, i'd consider it but now?" There's a shy smile on Enid's face, her eyes staring onto the curious ones of Wednesday. Its hard to even think that she could've hated the girl lying next to her. Its no wonder the words that come next is easy, like settling into a bed. "I love you too much to even do so."

Wednesday stares.

Enid scrambles for a response, the beat of her heart loud and pounding against her ears. "I mean obviously you don't have to love me back and stuff! its just part of the explanation-"

She's still staring.

"-and like Love means seeing the thing you like and dislike about a person and still willing to care for them despite that! So i could never dislike you enough to hate you because i love you alot more-"

"i think i get it," Wednesday murmurs and its in the silence that Enid realizes just how close the two are.

Now they're both staring and Enid is lowkey losing her shit inside her head because did she just confess?

what kind of dumbass just confesses accidentally!?

Her, apparently, oh my go-

"That would mean i love you too," Wednesday carefully places and just like that, she drags Enid out of the depth she just drowned herself in.

Wednesday has that gift, she supposes. Being there.

"oh," Enid replies. "Cool," she continues, hardly trying to fight back the grin that's growing on her face. "Coolio."

There's warmth in her palms and they're still holding hands.

"Cool," Wednesday agrees and she's smiling.

She's beautiful, Enid notes. If lying down and making an embarrassment of herself means she could see that-

Well, she wouldn't mind doing it for the rest of her life.

#streamer enid au #wenclair #writer anon #writing #THEYRE SO CUTE FUCKSKAKDSDAD #TY AGIAN

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baskeigh-ball · 2 years ago

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I'm so in love with you separated!Raph and the story you're making!!!💖💖💖

The artstyle is gorgeous.....

Thank you!! Yall got me kickin my feet in the air and gigglin over here istg

#im gonna have an ego the size of the gd moon by the end of this with all these COMPLIMENTS /j #seriously tho i love all these super sweet asks #this fandom is so nice #rottmnt #asks open

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kimberly40 · 1 year ago

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Southernisms:

Dumb as a bag full of hammers.

Meaner than a skillet full of rattlesnakes.

I won't say it's far, but I had to grease the wagon twice before I hit the main road.

If a trip around the world cost a dollar, I couldn't get to the state line.

He looks like he was inside the outhouse when lightening struck.

She looks like she was born down wind from the outhouse.

Never kick a fresh turd on a hot day.

Never smack a man who's chewin' tobacco.

The quickest way to double your money is to fold it over and put it back in your pocket.

Scared as a sinner in a cyclone.

Scared as a cat at the dog pound.

She's so ugly she'd make a freight train take a dirt road.

He's so ugly his cooties have to close their eyes.

So ugly his mama takes him everywhere she goes so she doesn't have to kiss him goodbye.

She looks like she fell face-down in the sticker patch and cows ran over her.

He looks like the dogs have been keepin' him under the porch.

He's about as sharp as a mashed potato.

So dusty the rabbits are digging holes six feet in the air.

It'll last about as long as a fart in a whirlwind.

He's rough as a corn cob.

He's got enough money to burn a wet mule.

He's about as sharp as a bag full of wet mice.

It's as dry as the dust in a mummy's pocket.

It's about as scarce as bird crap in a cuckoo clock.

He's as tight as the pages in a book.

This race is as tight as the rusted lug nuts on a '55 Ford.

It’s hot enough to peel house paint.

Running like a squirrel in a cage.

Safe as a tick on a dog with a stiff neck.

He couldn't pour rain out of a boot with a hole in the toe and directions on the heel.

If dumb was dirt, he'd cover about half an acre.

So windy we're using a log chain instead of a wind sock.

Tighter than bark on a tree.

As welcome as an outhouse breeze.

Her hair looks like a cats been suckin' on it.

We were so poor my brother and me had to ride double on our stick horse.

As bad-off as a rubber-nosed woodpecker in a petrified forest.

As confused as a cow on astroturf.

It was so hot you could pull a baked potato right out of the ground.

It's so dry the trees are whistling for the dogs.

Busier than a cat covering crap on a marble floor.

If things get any better around here, I may have to hire someone to help me enjoy it.

Well knock me down and steal muh teeth!

Cute as a box full of puppies.

You can't get rid of 'em. He's like a booger you can't thump off.

It's about as hard as trying to steer a herd of cats.

The wheels still turning, but the hamster's dead.

He's so confused he doesn't know whether to scratch his watch or wind his ass.

She was as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

So crooked you can't tell from his tracks if he's coming or going.

I wouldn't trust him any farther than I can throw him.

He's got more guts than you could hang on a fence.

So dry the catfish are carrying canteens.

So dry I'm spitting cotton.

So hot the hens are laying hard-boiled eggs.

Cold as a frosted frog.

Cold as an ex-wife's heart.

Cold as a cast iron commode.

Cold as a banker's heart.

She's about as useful as buttons on a dishrag.

He's tougher than a two-dollar steak.

Happy as a puppy with two tails.

She’s got enough wrinkles to hold an eight-day rain.

That’s about as useful as a trap door on a canoe!

He’s busier than a one-legged man at a butt-kickin contest!

He’s so dumb he couldn’t piss his name in the snow.

That politician’s so crooked he could hide behind a cork screw!

That baby was so ugly the Doctor spanked the Momma!

She’s so ugly she’s got ten-foot pole marks all over her.

It’s rainin’ so hard it sounds like a cow pissing on a flat rock.

He’s so bad off, his eyes looked like two piss-holes in a snowbank.

Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit!

Her hair looks like it caught on fire and somebody put it out with a brick.

He couldn’t find his rear with his hands in his back pockets.

It’s raining so hard the animals are starting to pair up.

His pants were so tight that if he farted, he’d blow his boots off.

Raising kids is like being pecked to death by a chicken.

He’s so skinny, his pants had only one back pocket.

He was mean enough to hunt bears with a hickory switch.

He was ugly as a burnt boot.

Tougher than the back end of a shootin' gallery.

...Thank You, Dear Lord, for blessing me with being a Southerner.

•Photo taken near Spruce Pine, North Carolina

#southern style #southern life #southern living #southern

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onlyjaeyun · 1 year ago

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oh lord we got the 3 dangerous trio.

-men who eat pussy for their partner’s pleasure (jay)

-men who eat pussy for their partner & their pleasure (hoon)

-(actually the most dangerous out of this) men who eat pussy for their OWN pleasure. (hee & jake)

i love love LOVEEEE the way jake’s literally obsessed with eating pussy and takes his job seriously like GO JAKE ! GO ! 🗣️ this chapter was so unexpected (was not actually) but PUSSY EATERS UNITE 💯

also this was unreasonably attractive. men who actually value their partner’s pleasure & r obsessed w it (heeseung&jake) literally got me twirling my hair & kickin my feet in the air n shiiii 🤭🤭

looking forward for the new chapter maam 🫡

& it’s probably late for u rn so goodnight love ! <3

-⁉️2 comebacks in 1 day 💯

if you've been with me for a bit you know i love men who love eating pussy like that's the sexiest thing ever and all three categories are absolutely valid and important yet the heejake one has to be top tier bc wdym man eats it bc HE gets off? like DAMN. and you cant look at me and tell me heejake isn't that type of boyfriend. honestly can't wait to get deeper into this topic as the story goes on 😜 tysm for your words baby you're the best ilysm 🥺🧸💖🩷

#; mailbox 📬#; ?! nonie

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chaisshitposts · 1 year ago

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I LOOOVE YOU AND YOUR ACCOUNT, U ARE AMAZING HUN, thank u so much for sharing the physic k method (along with @\urgurljodie) and explaining it sooo well, i will do the method later but i got the urge to tell u how you and your account bring me so much good viber, U DESERVE THE BEST GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR JOURNEY

not me gigglin' and kickin' my feet in the air 🤭 you're so sweet oml im gonna get cavities !!!

THANK YOU DARLIN' 🫶🏾 I wish ya the bestest and greatest of luck on yer journey as well, ik psych-k is gonna treat ya right ��️

#— chai's asks. !! ~#— anonnie. !! ~#tucks hair behind ear #sweet words make me weak and force me into the disney knees pose

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somelokivariant · 2 years ago

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misha collins got me kickin my feet in the air like a lil girl

#hehe #tags #Misha Collins #castiel #supernatural #spn #harvey dent #gotham knights

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dabisbratz · 2 years ago

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Every time you post I get so giggly and excited, kicking my feet in the air and everything 😭✨

AWWW <333 you’re too sweet thank youuu!!! now you got me gigglin n kickin my feet !! ♡

#𐂯 ! ⊹ 𝓉𝑜𝓎𝒷𝑜𝓍 — ᵎᵎ ₊˚

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wisecura · 1 month ago

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desperation

Yuta x You 4.4k

summary: Yuta’s really gotta thing for you and you’ve got one for him.

AN: trying new scenarios so lemme know what you think. Trying a new style here. Really like this dynamic—like what’s wrong with me? 😩☺️🙈❤️‍🔥✨✨

Warning: knife play, yandere behaviors, violence, blood, jealousy, small belittling, demeaning, dirty talk, borderline somno shit, we like a good pervert, caution on reading any of my works they’re all slightly deranged, please read my tags—Kay? Are you mommy-dom material? Minors DNI this isn’t your cup of tea

Enjoy 😉

You’ve always thought Yuta was the cutest thing on earth.

His shy and timid nature, his ability to brighten the room with his smile, just his overall vibe. All you saw was a big teddy bear.

Or maybe a small squirrel. He'd always been so skittish! He'd fluster easily, and was often pretty quiet. You wouldn't have noticed him if you weren't looking for him.

Not to mention how handsome he'd gotten since his training in Africa. He definitely gained some tonnage, which you thankfully got to see up close during your training sessions. And you never shied on the compliments. Seeing his reactions easily became the source of entertainment for your days. Yuta was really just so so so adorable in your eyes.

Though anyone in their right mind who faced Yuta Okkotsu had something else to say, entirely.

There wasn't a single person around you that would describe the man anything short of off-putting. Plain creepy. His brooding eyes, overwhelming—damn near suffocating cursed energy enough to send chills down anyone’s spine. His undeniable raw power, and not to mention his unbelievable speed and strength enough to make the most seasoned sorcerers pause. It was obvious he had the blood of countless curses—countless curse users—on his hands. And yet, he hadn't even fully settled into his roll as a special grade sorcerer.

You'd never understand it when Maki told you how creepy she’d thought Yuta was. The uncomfortable vibe she’d felt radiating off him, the degenerate look in his eyes he got, sometimes. You didn't think it was very nice how she described him.

I meeeaannnn~~ Of course, you trusted your best friend, but you were never one to judge based off other’s impressions. It wasn’t because of how cute he was. That’s the kind of thinking that led to misunderstandings. No, you were just a kind and diligent person with a bleeding heart. Or at least, that’s what Yuta always said, anyway.

Yuta tailed you, regularly. Always making sure you were never alone.

He was always so thoughtful! Your little protector! You'd remember when you first called him out on his tailing—ooooh~ he'd gotten so red! His stammering—the way he shuffled his feet while looking down—you just couldn't stand it! He'd said it was "for your protection of course." Always the knight in shining armor. Your fearless shield! You were positive he was the one with a bleeding heart.

He’d regularly bring you food when you finished training, always your favorites. He was sure to give you compliments on your training—much to your subconscious squealing. It was obvious to anyone looking in from the outside that you two would end up together. Like some flashy k-drama, you always adored your awkward, yet charged, interactions. It wouldn’t be Yuta if it wasn’t somewhat awkward. You could practically hear the music playing in the cheesy background when he’d accidentally touched your hand. The subtle flush on his cheeks, you could practically see his eyes spinning in a quiet panic.

He. was. just. so. CUTE.

Feet kickin the air, swirling that landline cord, foamin at the mouth, ROLLLINGGG IN YOUR BED. DOWNRIGHT-PRECIOUS.

And soon enough he found the courage to ask you out. In the sweetest way possible. He’d brought you flowers, a souvenir from his most recent mission, and your favorite noodles from a shop out of town. He'd told you exactly what he thought of you. That he loved you. That he wanted to date you. How he’d liked you all this time. Wanted to be with you forever. All with a lil blush to pair it off! It was to die for-romantic. You don't think you could express just how darling his proposal was! Man, you wish you’d brought your camera.

Yuta had always been a little standoffish. Always a little timid. That much was normal. Which is why you were so surprised when he worked up the courage to ask you out. You always thought that sheepish side of him was adorable, but why was he so standoffish even after you'd said yes?

He would continue bringing you food, continue his friendly compliments, but where was the intimacy? The passion? You'd thought by now you'd bust down some of those barriers he'd built up. If anything he’d been shying away from you, far more than before, which led to you latching on all the more.

You held out for two months. Two months. And he still avoided you like the plague. Like you carried something he hadn’t wanted to catch. Did this lovable dummy think spreading cooties was still a thing? You'd often cry about this to Maki, earning yourself frequent head slaps. You were sure everyone was annoyed with your whining. You’d never been so open about your neediness when it came to him. but… Could it be? Could your sweet little Yuta just not want to touch you, as much as you wanted to touch him?

You’d made an attempt to hold hands? He’d swiftly move his hand away, either waving to someone else, or placing his hands atop his head. So slyly evading you.

You’d attempted to give him a hug? It was like you’d poured ice water down his back, immediately locking up, hands flinching at his sides.

You wanted to kiss his cheek? Hah, you really thought he’d stay close, long enough for you to try that shit?

You couldn’t stand his distance. Not to mention when you’d brought it up, he’d easily brush you off saying you “made him so flustered”, that he didn’t want you to be “scared” by his “clinginess”.

Clinginess? clinginess? WHERE? WHERE, YUTA???

….

…..

…….Even if you hadn't been the definition of clinginess, his lack of affection was still odd in any normal relationship.

This lead to you breaking up with him which—I know, i know, I KNOW. It was PAINFUL. But in all honesty, it left you feeling so heartbroken in the end. It was shameful to say, but you were still incredibly hung up on him. You just hadn't liked the changes he made after the formality of labels. Your undying love for him still very fresh in that bleeding heart of yours, y’know?

He’d seemed downtrodden, Unable to lift his head when you told him. Much like a kicked puppy. Nearly making you go back on your word.

“I’m sorry, Yuta. It just doesn’t feel like the right time for us,”

He heard the hesitation in your tone. Heard the way you’d dragged the conversation topic. You hadn’t wanted this. He hadn’t completely lost you yet.

That was until the exchange event, that brought all of the Kyoto students to the school. Which ultimately left you talking with some stupid nameless boy from the rival school. Laughing at his stupid fucking jokes. Complimenting his stupid fucking technique. And talking to his stupid fuckin' friends. He’d seen red at your little laugh, the way you didn’t back away from the conversation. You’d always been so friendly. So easygoing. it’d been one of the many things he’d liked about you. but now…this was just wrong.

It’d only been one week since you’d broken things off with him. And honestly, he had wanted to be forward with you. But when he tried, he’d get into his own thoughts again. They were vastly different from his normal day to day thoughts, taking on a much more...sadistic turn when it came to you. It fucking scared him. The way he impulsively acted when it came to you. The way you dominated his every waking thought, leaving no room for anything else. How dark they’d became—He'd often take things you left behind, storing it in his own little collection of you—he’d had a drawer dedicated to you in his room. He had multiple photo albums in his phone specifically for the different positions and expressions he managed to catch without you noticing.

You'd caught him on multiple occasions following you—just a few paces behind. Caught him watching you. A few others had seen him too, earning him a pretty sour reputation. But it wasn't like his reputation had been good to start with. He was always overwhelming to those who were weaker than him. It was honestly a miracle, in his opinion, that he'd attracted someone so sweet like you in the first place.

He'd often find himself sneaking into your dorm room—most times you weren't there, other times you were. He’d made a routine of stealing your dirty clothes, always swapping them out when they stopped smelling like you. You’d always smelled so good. And more often than not, he’d break-in to your dorm just to watch you sleep. This was his favorite past time.

He’d look down at your sleeping, uncovered form—it was always a little warm in the school. And he'd never been more thankful for the lack of air conditioning. He’d sit next to you, stroke your hair, whispering your praises, ooohhh how you’re so sweet. how much he just loves you. how crazy you make him feel. and just how much he craves you.

It was only once in a blue moon that you actually woke up during these moments, startled to find your precious, oh-so-loving boyfriend sitting beside you on your bed. His touch, bolder—lingering in ways he’d never dare while you were awake. His voice low, soft. Carrying a tone you’d never gotten from him before.

The moment your pretty eyes’d flutter open, his heart would seize. He’d immediately freak out, summoning the skill he copied from Inumaki, commanding you “forget and sleep”. He would never—never—let you figure out just how much he craves you. How fucking desperate he was. How far he’d go for you. That primal urge to set his claim on you. Tear up that long neck of yours with his teeth, leaving bruises that’d be sure to last for weeks. He’d much rather allow you to think he was that sweet and innocent guy. He’d wanted to live up to those loving compliments you’d fed him so easily. He just feels like a fucking dog getting his treats. He wants to be good for you.

But he was so down bad, and he knew it. He didn't want to scare you off. He knew what he was doing wasn't right. But he couldn't bring himself to stop, the bad habit already solidified—only feigning his ignorance—his innocence in front of you. You gave him so much affection, he just didn’t deserve it. And when your eyes weren’t on him, he’d be sure to fulfil all the depraved thoughts clawing in the back of his mind. He really didn’t deserve you.

He’d never touch you during these times. As tempting as it was. Ok—well—maybe he did grope your thighs a little while you were under his sleeping curse. But all of the...big stuff could come later. When he’d built up the courage to face your touch, and not immediately try to fuck you senseless. He really felt like a horny dog, yanking on the leash.

You were just too innocent for that

But why was his innocent girl flirting with some fuck-face only a few feet away from him. She must think they’re over. He was willing to allow you your space—the little he gave. He was still your 'friend', after all. But this was too much. He didn’t even want to begin to imagine what that kid was thinking when his eyes traced over your curves.

Which, unfortunately, is how he ended up here. Standing over said kid on the event grounds, while everyone else was busy attacking the released curses. No one around to see him at his worst. His eyes were murderous as he peered down at your new boy toy's ugly bruised up face. Sheesh ~ Yuta really did a number on him. And, of course, he hadn’t unleashed Rika, he wanted the satisfaction of punishing him himself. He let go of him the second he’d lost consciousness, unceremoniously falling to the ground. The blood that covered the kids shirt—the grass below, looked ghastly. Yuta's knuckles were bruised, having used a little more force than he'd intended. He'd wanted to kill him, but decided it'd be a good lesson to the others. He made his way back on course, obliterating any curses in his path, easily.

You were back in your dorm rooms. You’d heard of how they found that cute boy you were talking with from the Kyoto team, beaten bloody. You’d been surprised, finding some sympathy in his defeat, but couldn't find it in yourself to really care.

You’d lay in bed for a while, thinking about these last few weeks. Unable to find sleep. When you heard your door opening—quite softly might you might add. You quickly close your eyes, feigning sleep. Silence etched on for what feels like forever, until you felt your bed dip at your side. You felt the ghosting of fingers over your forehead, a soft sigh.

Your eyes shot open—with lightning speed, you’d pulled the intruder onto the bed, straddling them. Straddling him. You pinned his hands above his head. and Ho ho, look who decided to show up~

Lo and behold, Yuta was starring back up at you, wide eyed and gaping.

“Gotcha,” His breathing matched yours, erratic, uneven. He looked as flushed as he was surprised. Your eyes were boarding on insane as he looked up at you, terrified. His heart was fucking hammering in his chest, as he called out your name a few times, absolutely breathless. You looked ready to ruin him, “You’re awake,” “Been doin’ this a while now, huh?”

You caught him off guard with your brazen accusation. Maybe this would be alright, he thought. “Y-yes, Ok-ok, I’m sor-“ “Kept knocking me out, didn’t you? So easy with that fucking technique.”

He lost his voice quickly. His heart so loud, he’d heard it in his ears. Despite this position, he couldn't help but admire how pretty you looked gazing at him. The wild, animalistic look on your face, shamelessly stirring his dick to life. He loved that look in your eyes. Hungered for it.

Even if he had wanted to command you asleep, it seemed you were better at fighting off the most important command that spewed from his careless lips.

Forget. You looked like you remembered everything. And he couldn't help the vulnerability clawing his chest. How much had you heard? Were you always this aware? Why hadnt you said anything before?—

He realized the position he was in. You were straddling him, thighs pressed flush against his sides, you clothed heat hovering his growing erection. Your delicate fingers grasping his much larger wrists. If he wanted to, he could get out of this position. But he refused.

“And that boy? Was that you?” Your tone somewhat unpredictable. Were you mad? Did you really care that much about some faceless shrimp? He nodded obediently, confirming your speculations. He wouldn’t lie to you now. Not now that you seemed onto him. Still so desperate to keep you—

“Use your words, Yuta. I’m done playing these games.” Dropping his innocent act entirely, his face gave way. The look in his eyes close to menacing as he matched your energy. He’d give you exactly what you wanted.

“I would've done more if you'd gotten any closer to him,” He rutted his hips up into you, pressing on, “You really need to stop talking to other guys when you have me.” You tsked at him, unfazed, “Yuta, we’ve already broken up.”

His face formed a cute little frown, a line etched between his eyebrows. You had to remind yourself not to rub the line away. Not to touch that attractive face of his. God damn! He still made your heart flutter. He's just so so so so magnetic—

“You said it wasn’t the right time. That doesn’t mean it’s over.” His face was hard, colder than you'd ever seen. His eyes defiant and challenging. A part he'd always tried to hide from you. You wanted to tease him so badly~! What was your fucking problem?? he’s tryin to be serious right now!! your face remained stern.

This had been the most you’ve gotten out of Yuta since dating him. “You never seemed all that invested in the relationship. You never even let me touch you, hold you, you never made much of a move on me.” At least when I was awake, the words left unspoken, dangling in the air between you too.

Your stomach twisting, heart thrumming wildly. you could feel your head reeling as his erection grew under you. You found yourself wanting to punish him a little more. You just couldn’t help yourself! You so needily wanted him inside you. To feel him everywhere. You moved your hips to grind against him, finding the way his dick seemed to swell from the attention, mesmerizing. His eyes darting down at the movement, groaning out so god damn deliciously, blush still present on that handsome face. You grind against him again, setting a small rhythm, feeling your panties start to soak. His head dropping back at the sensation of your covered warm pussy against his shorts. So so so so so so goooood. He's so perfect! And to think he’d been watching you sleep at night just cuz he was too embarrassed!

“Awww~, Yuta,” you cooed at him “I’ve never seen you make this expression before~” His eyes seemed captivated on your form, and he wished for nothing more than to touch you all over.

He wanted your first night to be special. Flowers, wine, diner, and even romantic music playing in the distance. He was idealistic at times, but he didn’t know if it got sweeter than this. You were so pretty when you looked down at him. Your adoration, evident. Conviction as strong as his. He thought you were the most precious thing in his life, in this moment.

As much as he never wanted this to end, he needed more. And, thankfully, it seemed you did too. Leaving his arms at the top of the bed your hands made their way down his chest. Deciding he needed less on, you ripped away his shirt—with sheer strength, yeah? Okay, No—you'd moved to grab a knife from your bedside table, cutting the fabric smoothly (recently sharpened too)- what? it's a dangerous world out there—Before swiftly bringing it to his neck.

You looked him dead in the eye, stoic and lifeless, any playful tease gone from your tone, “You move, and I slit your neck.” He visibly gulped, nodding quickly. Obediently. He was seeing a new side to you too—and fuck—if didn’t love it. He wanted to please you so badly, and acknowledging your little threats seemed to make you happy. He sure as hell wouldn't stop whatever was about to happen. He wouldn’t even try stopping you if you had wanted to slit his neck. The way you moved on top of him, he was sure he’d die a happy man. So he left his arms put. Following your every command. Like a good boy.

You pulled his shorts down, leaving him in only his boxers. The bulge, larger than you'd expected. Your mouth already watering at the thought of taking him, you couldn't tear your eyes off of it. Your mind racing with how girthy his cock would be in your hand-in your mouth-in your cunt. Would he be veiny? What color would it be? How would it curve? How would he sound? Would he whine at you? Beg you to take him? Would his face flush up all red? The desperate look in his eyes had your pussy drenched, honeyed slick, pooling in your panties, enough to leak through, coating your thighs. He watched you through half lidded eyes. Hazy, needy.

You so badly wanted to toy with him. So badly wanted to hear his groans, his whines, his whimpers, his begging. You'd been patient—what was a few more minutes. You continued your assault of dry humping through his boxers, a punishing pace. Your slick now coating through his boxers, lubricating his dick. His groans and whimpers music to your ears, spurring you on. The friction was nothing short of fucking phenomenal. His punishment was set. He wasn’t going to touch you now. He’d already rejected you enough. He was gonna pay even if he was the cutest human alive—

“Y’know, it’s real fuckin gross—sneaking into the girls dorms like this.” Your voice nasty and demeaning. He whimpered, straining against his position, trying to be good for you. Trying not to move. “Watching me like that. I bet you're the type of perverted fuck that'd steal my shit while you were here, too.” You continued your tirade of insults, Yuta red face only darkening in humiliation. He didn't know how much you actually knew. He'd never felt so embarrassed, yet so fuckin turned on. His dick twitching against your aching hole, hips stuttering up once or twice.

“Huh?~” you teased, “What's this? Did you really?" Your voice coming down to a mean whisper, he wasn't able to stop the small whimpers and groans as you continue dry humping him, straining to keep his hands out of the way. That little knife still on his neck, cutting into the top layer of his skin, drawing a thin line beneath it. "I bet you're also the type of sicko to jack off to me while I'm sleeping. I've noticed some of my panties missing, Yuta~"

You couldn't stop the words tumbling from your mouth, turning yourself on the more you put out there. "Was that you too? Did you imagine what I'd taste like with those used panties in your mouth? How often did you get off to the thought of me?” Your voice demanding, your gyrations—all consuming, he looked up at you feeling the words come out in moans. He knew he needed to respond to this one. "All the time," and you praised him with your own little moan. He sure was close to cumming. "So fucking disgusting."

You were really really mean, he’d thought. His sweet girl saying such nasty things because he didn’t know how to behave. He really was a terrible boyfriend. And here he thought he was doing the best—the most for you. But he couldn't deny how hard he was, nor how hot it was for him to be hearing this. To be seeing this. He wanted to tell you he was close—no—he needed to tell you. This wasn't about him. This was his punishment. And he desperately wanted you to use him.

You moved his boxers lower as his cock finally sprung free, hitting just stomach. Thick, veiny, girth, the whole fucking package. You looked at it in awe—damn near drooling, as he flushed brighter (is that even possible?), looking to the side. If he met your gaze now, he was sure he'd come on the spot. Your hands finally wrapped around the tip of his cock, as you slowly stroked down his length. What a blessing you were giving him. You were so sweet to him. So good to him. A loud moan escaped his lips as he begged. He had a feeling you'd like that.

“Pl-please, don't stop, please, please, please,” It was like a chant at this point. You could see the way his eyes welled up. "Feels so good, please. You feel so-" You watched him closely, loving every word that escaped those cute lips of his. His eyes so needy and desperate. "Such a greedy thing," He moaned at this, nodding his head "yes, yes, please, I'll do anything, anything,-"

“You wanna fuck me?” His breathing to hitch and a low whine came from his pretty lips. “please,” how did he get so lucky. You lined him up to your dripping entrance, sinking down his cock—painfully slow. A full body shudder racked through Yuta as he let out the loudest moan you’ve heard from him. God you’d never heard something so sinful. So fucking hot. His toes curling, as he strained not to thrust up into you. He was so ready, so fucking ready to move. But this is his punishment. His punishment. He'd been bad. He deserved this.

You’ve never felt so full in your life. He fit you like a glove—more the other way around, and you were sure he’d do whatever you asked of him here and now. You eyes didn't know whether to look at that straining face of his, or his thick cock finally penetrating your sloppy pussy. You'll admit it. You'd wanted this for a while.

You moved your hips, slowly, at first. Keeping up an agonizingly torturous pace. Each time your hips sunk down, taking him fully, he’d let out these cute little strained moans, whimpering pleas and praises into the space between you too. Coming to terms with his limitations—his restraints—at every bounce. Realizing over and over and over again that he wasn’t in control here. He was struggling. The roll of your hips had him gasping.

“Want more?” you couldn't help but push him. You'd give in, but what’s a little more? He’s been so good. His response was immediate voice thick and raspy, “yes, yes, please—yes," His eyes, still fixed on you. Unable to look anywhere else.

You picked up the pace, thankful for your hours of training. Your stamina was fantastic as you worked his cock. The loud squelched only fueling your demise. He was gonna be the death of you. You wanted him forever. Needed him. Every part of him, “Want me to milk you dry?” He repeated his desperate pleas—a broken record, repeating “yes” over and over and over again, begging to let him fill you with his seed. He begged you to let him cum. “You gonna cum in me? Breed this pussy? Fuck me full of your seed?” His hips stuttered at this one, groaning loudly. “Yes please, I'll do anything.” he was so close—

You toyed with your clit, feeling close to your own high. “I-I’m gonna cum, please, please let me cum for you.” He’s lucky he's so cute. “Cum for me then,” Just as you said that you felt your own orgasm crashing down, gasping in your own breaths. Not hesitating, he dumped his hot cum deep inside your womb, seeping around the edges of your hole. You’d never felt so full. So content. You made no move to get off him, dropping down to lay on his chest. You hummed against him.

“Yuta, if you avoid me again, I'll end you.”

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