#Gross fanfic

[heard-nsfw-is-back]

Ok I'll write the Donkey Kong x Mario fics myself. It's not going to be good though. This is also really fukin long I apologize in advance. I wanted to make a joke about riding pipe but I won't. I could, and it would be hilarious, but I won't.

On off days when they aren't trying new obstacle courses that the princess Peach made or answering emergency house calls, Mario would be exploring. The mushroom kingdom was vast and spectacular. Even in the Jungle every corner was a new sight, a new creature to meet or fight. Bowser had relaxed a lot and now his abduction of the Princess was few and far between, more political than romantic. The Toads have gotten braver. Learning how to defend their home wasn't easy. They relied on a steady, easy life; but agreed it would be best for any emergencies. It kept Mario busy too. Luigi would be off clearing areas that had rumored ghosts, though Mario knew it was an excuse to see Bowser. He shuddered. What his brother saw in that guy was beyond him. Although, he paused, when his brother found out about his teeny Itty-bitty miniscule really, crush on Donkey Kong he would never drop it. Always sending amused looks whenever Mario came up with an excuse to race or he "needed" a new kart. A race! That's what he needed. Just a rush to escape the cobwebs in his head. Doubling back to the city to find the pipe, he really thought about it. Peach made sense right? I mean not really. He was a plumber and she was the Princess of an actual genuine kingdom. Although his brother was seeing a king so maybe not. But Donkey Kong was funny. And nothing phased him. Even when he lost most fights against Mario, he took it as a learning opportunity instead of an insult. His people loved him effortlessly. He was smart and driven. Mario sighed, leaning on a wall in front of the pipe to the Jungle Kingdom. Would it be weird to show up? Would he be normal talking to the guy he had a crush on? He had a crush on a gorilla that played go karts, what was he thinking. There was nothing normal about this. He took a step forward and accidentally triggered the pipe and before he knew it, he was on his way. A minute later he tumbled in to lush grass and took a deep breath. He really needed to learn how to use those better. Mario stood and brushed off his overalls. Rhythmic thumping was headed his way and Mario looked around desperately for a power up box. Donkey Kong came out from the deep and rushed in front of Mario. "Hey what are you doing here?" He smiled and bumped his shoulder. Mario smiled and rubbed his now aching shoulder. "Can we talk? I need to tell you something."

Fucking idk man, two heartfelt confessions later they were raw dogging it in the forest and Mario got dick drunk. They did it every few days cause Mario is like half his size and he's now 100% a size queen. I'm not writing that but that's where this was going.

#donkey kong #mario bros #i'm so so so sorry #Gross fanfic #donkey kong x mario

[luffysscraps]

Throat choke;🔞;Drabble;Ft; Monkey D. Luffy

Cw;NSFW;Fem reader;Spit kink;Choking;Gross Luffy;Sloppy sex

“Mo~More~! D-deeper~ open wider~!” Luffy requested so much from you when he knew you had your throat filled with his cock. Your head hung over the bedside while his hips were leveled with your head. His hips would snap and thrust into your mouth at a very quick pace, choking you every time his length reached the back of your throat. His balls would slap against your face with every thrust, giving your skin a colored mark in the shape of his testicles and whiff of his musk.

Tears flowed down your face from you gagging on his cock. His hands gripped the sides of your face to hold you steady like you were nothing but his toy. “S-soo~ good~! Aha~ ahh~!” God He’s so loud, if the bed rocking didn’t give it away his moans and groans sure will. You felt his drool fly from out of his mouth and onto your breasts coating it in his slime. From the side of your face all the way to your stomach was covered in hickies and love bites. The male had devoured you earlier and now it was your turn to be his little toy.

You felt him in your skull, he was fucking your brains out with every single thrust. He would go in fast spurts, fucking you into oblivion before he stops, holds your head firmly on his balls while his whole dick is inside of your mouth. He stopped briefly to pant and catch his breath, unintentionally choking you with his dick. The skin of his balls sticking to your nostrils, not allowing you to breath and suffocating you silently. Your eye’s sclera turn red from the lack of oxygen, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you tug on his thigh, desperately trying to get his attention so you can breath again.

“Whoops, sorry-“ Is all he says as he pulls his length out of your mouth. You cough and gag, tears streaming down your face and you feel a bit light headed. It was an honest mistake! You should really tell him when you can’t breath!

Anyways, he’s back on it in seconds. Recovering his stamina faster then you can your need to breath. Right after apologizing for choking you, he’s right back at it. Shoving his dick down your throat, his dick stretching the skin around your throat causing a bulge to show in your throat. You whine and moan sending vibrations up his cock that only seem to motivate him more in chasing his orgasm. “Sooo~ Good~ Hahaha~! Y/N~! Your mouth is so tight! Gonna empty my balls down your throat~!” Luffy cries out, he’s rambling almost like a mad man as he fucks your throat. Spitting a bit when he speaks, causing it to splash on your face and chest.

Your eyes roll back as his speed somehow increases, you didn’t think he could get any faster but he does. His size hits the back of your throat with strength and speed, so hard and so rapidly your throat would be sore in the morning. Your mouth making naughty sounds from the gargling and gagging on his dick. His moans and skin slapping mixing with the noises causing the room to sound like nothing less then a porn shoot.

Luffy throws his head back and slams his length down your throat one last time. “Ugh-UGHA~! C-Cumming~!” He speaks babbles as his loads shoots to the back of your throat, only stopped from going down it by the latex condom around his length. He squirms and jolts as his seed keeps flowing, his dick twitching and throbbing with every shot, shooting his sticky cum down your throat. You feel the condom filling inside of your throat, a bag of cum now lodged in your gullet.

Once he was finished, he pulled out panting, the weight of his cum causing the condom to shimmy off of him a bit. The ball of cum still stuck in your throat as he’s panting besides you. “Hah…ha…” He pants out above you, sweat grazing his abs as he can only think about the blissful Ecstasy he had just moments ago. Your face turns red as you gag and inhale on the ball of cum stuck in your throat.

You try to force it out with a couple of hard blows but you were too weak and tired from being fucked out. It’s only when Luffy feels your weak fingers tapping on his thighs and your hics and coughs does he notice the condom’s end is still in your throat. He’s about to pull it out to help you but he only watches as finally one of your gags kicked the latex bag out of your throat. The cum bag covered in your spit sat and rolled down your face as you were panting trying to recover your breath.

He stared at you with wide eyes. His dick instantly hard again from the gross and sexy sight of you. His face filled with red, he knows it’s a long shot because you look half conscious at this point but…

“One more.” He begs like he did the last time and before you know it your throat is clogged with his cock once again.

#luffys.scraps #one piece #headcanon #one piece fanfic #drabble #smut #x reader #luffy x reader #one piece smut #Luffy smut #anime #x y/n #x you #x reader smut #monkey d. luffy #luffy #monkey d luffy #luffy headcanons #luffy headcanon #Luffy op #op smut #THIS IS SO GROSS BUT GOD DOES HE GOT ME #scraps.luffy

[usedtobecooler]

thinking about how gross!perv!eddie would love watching steve fuck you before he played with you and your pussy )))):

tw: sexual content, degradation, fingering, cunnilingus, fluid play, slapping, dirty talk, crying.

Nothing with Eddie was ever innocent, there was always motive and intent behind everything he did. When he told you that you should fuck Steve since he was so desperate to feel your pussy around him, you knew he had ulterior motives.

When he walks in on you both, your ankles are on Steve’s shoulders as he pounds you so deep you feel it in your throat. When both you and Steve notice at the same time that he’s there, neither of you say anything — if anything, it spurs Steve on, and he comes deep in your cunt with a grunt of your name.

Steve pulls out of you, smirking at Eddie as he does it, salutes him with two fingers when he backs out of the room. You’re too cock drunk to notice it, if you had you’d of known it was a mutual agreement between them.

You don’t realise what Eddie’s doing until it’s too late — the bed dips with his weight and he’s pushing your thighs apart, diving face first into your pussy to lick Steve’s cum out of your aching walls. You squeal, try to move away by wiggling your hips but Eddie holds you in place with his firm hands stretching the meat of your legs apart.

You sob, overstimulated and body vibrating as he tongues at your cunt, nose rubbing perfectly along your swollen clit as he does it. He doesn’t let up until you cum with a meek cry, a mixture of Steve’s jizz and your own release dripping down you, onto the soiled sheets below.

Eddie rises quickly, grabs at your cheeks with harsh, thick fingers, cool metal of his rings biting at your soft skin, thumb running along your lips until you’re forced to part them. You do so willingly, then he bends forward and spits directly into your mouth — Steve’s cum and his saliva pooling on your tongue and sliding down your throat until you swallow it.

“Dirty, filthy fucking slut,” Eddie growls, grinning as he unbuckles his belt and shoved his pants down his thighs, thick cock springing out in all of its glory — it looks angry, needy, dark red at the tip and blurting precum. Your cunt quivers on instinct, unable to look away.

You try to clamp your legs shut, but Eddie’s firm hands back on your thighs rip them back open again, and he’s sliding into you with one long thrust, stretching you unbearably far until you’re clenching around his cock, hot tears falling onto your cheeks.

“Aw, is the little slut crying, hmm?” Eddie laughs, reaching a hand out to grasp your neck and squeeze until you’re moaning, both of your own hands clamping down on his wrist — not moving him, keeping him there, “Fuck — can still feel Steve’s load running down my cock, tell me was he as good as me?”

You shake your head no and once you do Eddie pulls out of you and shoves back in to the hilt, building up a brutal pace that has his skin slapping against yours so hard that it echoes in the room, has you moving up the bed.

“No, I thought not. A dirty bitch like you needs it rough, huh?” Eddie smirks and his words drip with venom, his moans forced down into his stomach so you don’t know how good your tight cunt makes him feel.

You nod, crying out as the curve of Eddie’s cock brutalises your spongey spot, pussy so slick that every hard, deep thrust comes with ease, “Ah — ah! Please, Eddie, fuck me harder, I’m such a good slut, please!”

Eddie squeezes at your throat one last time before removing his hand, in favour of grappling at the backs of your thighs and forcing your legs up so far that your knees are on either side of your head. You positively wail at the new angle, Eddie’s thrusts going deeper than before, pace getting sloppier as he neared the edge. It teeters on painful, the mushroom head of his cock abusing your cervix enough it’s going to leave a bruise.

You look into his wild eyes, every puff of his breath a mixture of cigarette smoke and the bourbon he’d clearly been drinking before he arrived. The squelching noises coming from your pussy are disgusting, yet music to both of your ears — you’re so wet that he slips out, runs the tip of his cock up and down, teasing at your asshole before deciding against it and slipping back into you with ease.

“Y’gonna cum, baby?” Eddie coos, laughing in your face as you open your mouth on a loud cry, your tummy coiling up at his filthy words, “Cum with a pussy full of some other guys jizz? You’re such a whore, aren’t you, so easy for it.”

You bite down on your lip, fingertips digging into Eddie’s shoulders as you come with a loud cry, walls spasming around him as you release a gush of slick, spraying all over his dark thatch of pubes and making everything impossibly wetter.

Eddie grips at your cheeks again, slaps you for good measure and cums with a low grunt, deep in your pussy, painting your fluttering, soaked walls with his release.

Your whole body goes limp, legs falling onto the bed as Eddie slips out of you, a large pool of mixed body fluids sliding out with him. Your eyes are clenched shut, hot tears falling down your cheeks from the overstimulation, an animalistic cry coming from your mouth as Eddie slots two thick fingers back into your abused cunt, his rings sliding in along with them, as he runs the pads along your abused g-spot.

“You’re so pretty when you cry, babygirl,” Eddie coos, though the words come out disgusting and the way he means them are just as vile, too, “keep going, keep screaming for me. You’re only making my cock hard again.”

You sob out loud, whole body wracking with it until you’re being silenced by two wet fingers forcing their way into your mouth, salty and bitter and pressing down on your tongue until you’re gagging. Eddie’s words make a shiver run down your spine;

“It’s gonna be a long night sweetheart, I’m far from finished with you yet.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson x female!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #perv!eddie #gross!eddie #x reader #mine #my fanfic #eddie munson blurb #blurb

[lunarconjunction]

Soundwave sketches because I've never drawn mechs before and I desperately want to draw so much stuff for The Echo Garden by @altraviolet

#transformers #maccadam #soundwave #tfp soundwave #fanfic fanart #the echo garden #sobs. i cant figure out how to draw him im in the trenches here im like pretty sure i almost started crying #also. also also the bottom sketch is from ch43. but i only want yours. gross sobbing.... little crystal that is vaguely heart shape is in m #head so i put it on his visor #i also dont know how to tag properly for this fandom so sorry about that

[fuckmyskywalker]

— CW: 18+, smut! Anakin is filthy and disgusting and kind of a pervert (my favorite 💌). Spit kink (lots), dirty talk, slapping, choking, crying, dumbification, cum play, (slight) misogyny kink (?) (I'm struggling with the tags but this is... ew 🥰). | Not proofread! It's 1 am, excuse my mistakes.

— a/n: I am a whore, there is no other way to say it. Special thanks to my angel @sublimeflowerpersona for helping me and having the most lovely, filthy and gross convo with me. Te amo mucho mamasita, me haces sentir feliz 💌.

Sex with Anakin is always disgusting.

He loves to see you wiggle and squirm underneath him, begging to be ruined and split in half with his big, thick cock. Begging to be used and filled to the brim with his warm, sticky cum.

But it doesn't stop there— oh no. Anakin is rough, possessive and disgusting. He squeezes your cheeks to pry your mouth open and spit a thick glob of saliva on your tongue before patting your cheek harshly and saying: "Swallow, slut". And if you refuse or put any sort of resistance he will either slap your face so hard there will certainly be a slight bruise and you will cry in pain, giving him access or force your mouth open with his thumb in order to get what he wants.

He will keep slapping you until fat tears of pleasure and pain are rolling down your cheeks, which only turns him on even more. Until your lip quivers and your cheeks are numb.

He will spit on your tits, rubbing your perky, sensitive nipples with his thumbs and pinch them between his fingers, pull them until your back arches from the bed (or wherever he is fucking you in, on and or against), your breasts will feel swollen and sore but the pleasure is so delicious your tight, wet cunt will only get tighter making him grit his teeth and moan how much of a fucking masochist bitch you are.

He will use those strong, manly hands to spread your legs and lick a long stripe on your aching pussy, tasting you and rolling his eyes back at the delightful flavor. He unashamedly inhales your natural scent, muttering under his breath how much of a fucking deity you are. His nose rubs your clit as he uses his filthy tongue in and out your pathetic hole— deciding it is not wet enough, causing him to spit right on your your pussy and smiling cockily.

Anakin grabs the pair of dirty underwear that still hangs from your ankle, bringing them up to his face and sniffing right on the crotch, groaning in sheer delight at your scent. Your cheeks blush at the obscene sight and as much as you try to look away, you can't, you simply can't. His eyes roll back and you swear that, when those blue eyes meet yours again, they look darker, needier and even more beautiful (if that's even possible).

"I'm keeping these" He swears in a heated whisper and you can't deny him such thing. Not when he is making you feel so good.

Anakin also has a filthy mouth. He will call you names and laugh, mock your little faces and blissful faces while he grips at your ankles, spreading your legs open to an extent you weren't possible. His hips slamming against the poor back of your thighs is creating a loud slap, mixed with the wet clench of your cunt struggling to accommodate his size.

"Stop fucking crying" He growls from above you, staring at how your pretty tits bounce with every thrust. He slaps them too, careful to not miss your hard, tender nipples. "It's your fault I'm this hard in the first place— no one asked you to wear that mini skirt, showing off what's mine."

"Keep your legs open, that's all you are good for aren't you? Fucking little bitch." Anakin released one of your ankles only to wrap it around your neck, pushing your body against the bed and cutting your air flow to a point you began to panic and see tiny black spot in your vision. "Shit— you just got even tighter, baby. Like it when I choke you? I know you do, you don't need to answer me."

And you don't even try either.

When he releases your neck you are sweating, fisting his dirty sheets until your knuckles are white and rolling your head side to side in a weak attempt to control yourself— but it's pointless, it always is.

"Look at me when you come" Anakin orders, biting his lower lip and twitching inside you when you obey. "Good bitch, glad to know at least something gets through that thick skull of yours… I always thought you only think with this pretty tight pussy."

When you do, it's a wonderful spectacle he will never get tired of.

And soon, he is climaxing as well, filling you up just like he knows you like, or if you don't, he doesn't really care. You belong to him, your needs and wants aren't his problem. All you need to do is please him.

When Anakin pulls out he immediately lowers back in between your legs and uses his tongue to scoop the mixed fluids, your sweet cum with his salty seed; climbing back on top of you and running his fingers through your hair to force your head back and your mouth open once again, spitting your combined releases inside your awaiting mouth. Then, he kisses you passionately, all teeth and tongue, and his kisses are just as sloppy and sensual as his orals. You moan weakly at the taste, rubbing his shoulder blades and pressing his sweaty chest against your trembling body.

"I love you, my beautiful baby" Anakin whispers in your ear, nibbling it softly.

"I love you too" You gasp in a hoarse voice consequence of all the screaming and sobbing.

His hands caress your sides as he begins to lick the sweat off your body, starting with your neck, continuing with your tits and ending with your thighs. Anakin is completely enraptured with you, it doesn't matter how disgusting you may find it, he will never, ever, get enough of you.

#𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 anya writes! #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker smut #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker one shot #anakin skywalker fanfic #anakin skywalker fic #anakin skywalker x reader smut #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker x f!reader #gross!anakin #pervert!Anakin #pervert!anakin Skywalker #anakin skywalker imagines #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker fanfiction #anakin skywalker x female reader

[zimmer-zupastar]

Me fighting the internet opps like (tollshippers/kaulitzcest)

#bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz fanfic #tokio hotel #tokio hotel fanfic #georg listing #gustav schäfer #kaulitz twins #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz fanfic #bill kaulitz smut #gustav schafer fluff #gustav schafer x reader #gustav schafer smut #georg listing fluff #georg listing smut #fanfic #gross

[ethanmorales]

Misconceptions

All Parts Now Posted - Masterlist

Part 1 - Ablaze

Pairing: Ethan Morales x reader 1.3k words Tags: make out, angst Warning: swearing

My fingers grazed against his chest and as I let my hand wander down his torso, I felt every muscle under twitch in anticipation. I looked up at his face and he was already looking at me with a mixture of lust and longing.

“I missed you,” he whispered.

Oh and I missed him. For what other reason would I have climbed through his window at 2:12 in the morning?

But I didn’t say it back. That’s what got us into this mess in the first place. Me caring. Me wanting him so bad it hurt. Me falling while he was always just having a good time.

“Babe?”

I looked up at him, pulled out of my thoughts by his inquiring tone.

“Just kiss me,” I demanded.

He only hesitated for two seconds, just briefly enough for his brown eyes to send a silent question, “everything okay?” But his mouth never asked; it was too busy connecting with mine in a blazing kiss that threatened to consume me, him, both of us together.

Everything was on fire. Everywhere he touched. Everywhere he kissed. My skin burned with his touch and for it. We barely paused for breath as he laid me down on his bed. He unlinked our mouths long enough to grab the hem of my shirt and help me out of it. Then we lit up again.

I glided my fingers in the soft waves of his hair as his mouth found the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. His teeth gently grazed against the skin, just enough for me to feel the pressure but not enough to cause pain and then his tongue followed. He started trailing downward to my chest with that same technique.

"Ethan." It was a half-whispered moan. I say half whispered because it was not as quiet as I intended it to be.

At his name, he looked up at me, smiling that damning adorable smile of his and placed a finger over my lips.

"My parents' sleep next door."

He was better at whispering than I was. Probably had more experience at this kind of clandestine middle of the night type of encounter. Before the bitter thought took full effect in my head, his mouth clashed against mine in another fiery kiss. Almost like he wanted to distract me from my own thoughts.

It was working.

The kiss that started like a flame scorching through us with intensity and desperation, simmered down into a heart wrenching slower tempo. Our mouths molded together, his tongue slow danced with mine in perfect unison... and I was lost.

Lost to the sweet taste of his lips. Lost to the movement of his pelvis against mine and the calculated motions building up the fire that he had awoken in me. Though we still had enough clothing separating us from the fusing of our bodies, it didn't dampen the ever-present ache within me.

With the way he touched me, you would think he felt the same.

So, I was lost. Lost in the depths of longing. Longing for this guy that could never ever reciprocate such feeling in return.

I pushed away from him as abruptly as I had the thought. I was met by a look that someone that didn't know him would think is concern. But I knew better.

"I have to go." My words practically a mumble.

"What?" he seemed disoriented in a way, his eyes searching for something in mine that I didn't want him to find.

"It's late," I said, "If we wake up your parents, they'll disown you for real this time."

Ethan's eyes though still confused, hid partially away by the appearance of his mischievous smile, "So what? They've disowned me like 50 times already. Just this year."

I rolled my eyes.

"You say that with so much pride," I whispered, simultaneously pulling myself out of his grasping hands. I heard him groan in protest behind me as I pulled my shirt over my head.

"Because the shit they say doesn't mean anything. They think that by acting like they're disappointed in me, I'll just magically turn into the son they always wanted. It's bullshit."

I shook my head at this rant and turned to face him. He had gotten up from the bed as well and was less than two feet away from me.

"If you really didn't care, you wouldn't' have shushed me earlier. But God knows you're too cool to admit to caring about anything so I'm not having this argument with you." I sounded defeated. He noticed the change in my tone immediately, his eyes narrowed.

"Why do we have to argue at all? There are way more fun things that we could be doing right now." Even as he said it, I could see that he didn't mean it. Something in his expression closed off at my previous comment.

"I have to be up early anyways," I said gently.

"Sure. Whatever." He walked towards his window. I followed behind until we were in front of it.

I looked up at him. He didn't seem to want to look me in the eye as he avoided my gaze. I gave up.

"Okay. I'll see you around then."

My voice was small, and I hated myself for it. This is where we end up every time. I understand that he has never claimed to be anything but who I've always known him to be, but can you blame me for wanting more? I'm only human. And I know... that's it's wrong that I want him to change for me. I should be accepting him as he is or staying away from him, but I can't. The harder I try, the easier it is for me to end up here with him. Stuck in this goddamn tragic loop of ours.

I shake my head to myself and throw a leg over the windowsill. As I push myself out and my feet touch the freshly cut grass of his backyard, I thank God he lives in a one-story home.

When I turn to close his bedroom window, he stops me with a hand over mine. I move mine away and he frowns. He proceeds to climb out of his window.

"What?" I ask, unable to keep the edge out of my voice. I was already too emotionally drained to hide my upset.

He blinks with confusion. "What am I doing wrong?"

I huff but say nothing.

He sighs, "How do I stop upsetting you if you won't tell me what it is that you're upset about?"

I snap. "You. You are the reason I'm upset!"

His eyes widen, "What about me? "

I want to tell him. I want to tell him everything. All the things he makes me feel; good and bad. My fears. My thoughts. But I can't. Because I know what he will say.

"I didn't sign up for this".

"We had a deal."

"Don't start getting clingy."

I've heard it all come out of his mouth before. Not with me. With the many girls I've seen him with. But still. I refuse to make the mistakes the rest of them did. I will never admit that I had fallen for him. Not now. Not ever.

I held his gaze for a second, but his beautiful brown eyes made my poor heart flutter uncomfortably in my chest. I look away.

"Nothing, sorry. I really gotta go. I get cranky when I don't sleep."

I start turning around to leave, but then feel his arm snake around my waist and pull me in against him, leaving no space between us.

I look up at him in a question. His eyes scanned my face for something, though I'm not sure what.

"Liar."

That's all he says before his mouth crashes over mine.

I didn't want it. The rational part of me knew that I should back off and walk away. But as soon as his tongue invades my mouth, the heat of our flame sears through my whole being... and we're back to where we started.

To be continued...

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A/N: Haven't written in ages. But after watching season 4 of Never Have I Ever.... I had to. My goodness, Ethan got me feeling all kinds of things lol. Made a new blog just to write this without judgement. Let me know if you want a part 2. I feel like this might deserve another part. Or maybe I can turn it into a series? Let me know if you liked it and I'll write more :)

Update: will be doing a part two! Maybe 3... we shall see :D

#michael cimino #Ethan morales #never have i ever #paxton hall yoshida #devi vishwakumar #ben gross #nhie #nhie s4 #never have i ever season 4 #ethan morales x reader #angst #ethan morales fanfic #ethanmorales #ethanmorales fanfic

[ratskcoreddie]

haven’t seen a lot of people writing eddie with a spit kink but i know he would indulge in it, filth under the cut 18+

the dialogue of a movie plays in the background. the scene before you is at the peak in its plot, some action movie with loud noises eddie put on after you had shared takeout together. the volume of the tv did nothing to drown out the slow, sloppy, messy, and desperate kisses. his now swollen lips had been tending to you for the entire second half of the movie. “so messy f’me”, he’d whisper between the booms of the explosions and the swaps of spit.

earlier in the evening you were both on the couch facing the screen until eddie distracted you. he had innocently wrapped his arm around you and thrown a blanket over his legs to get comfortable. as he cocooned into himself he brought you in closer to his side so he could adjust you. eddie moved your legs over his under the blanket, and burrowed his chin and nose into the nape of your neck. you hummed sleepily at his warm gesture. “so soft..” he’d sigh. his breath tickling you.

then he was being not so bashful. he danced the bridge of his nose on your soft throat till you were squirming in his lap, and with wandering lips he slowly left featherlight kisses down your neck and then back up. when you released a soft sigh and relaxed in eddie’s arms his tongue flattened out from between his lips and began painting you with his mark. his saliva dripping down, down, down till he was lapping it up. eddie would repeat this, over and over till your shirt collar was wet with evidence of his need to savor you.

the cold air when he would pull away every so often caused you to tense up. he could feel the chills spreading over your arms as your thighs clenched in his lap. eddie loved having the power over you and when he dove back in he would sloppily nip your neck with his canines then soothe you with his warm tongue. granting you relief with his hot body. it was a large contrast of the hot and cold, pain and pleasure. a whisper of —“did you like that, baby?”, dying on his tongue and muffled by your skin. when you would whimper he would breathe harder. shielding his groans that were escaping him. eddie trying and failing to hide the fact that he was enjoying this more than you.

after your neck was sure to be bruised and pink with lovebites. he pulled away again. he grabbed you by the throat softly and pinched your cheeks. he popped a kiss onto your pinched lips that made a smack sound. your neck was wet and his eyes were wide. you looked so pretty under him while your loose baby hairs stuck to your now sticky throat. the image in front of him just increased his hunger. after the sweet gesture of the previously innocent kiss, the boy turned your face and licked up your cheek. he was slow and articulate. you could tell he was wanting to taste you, really taste you.

he reached the top of your cheekbone when you tried moving away from his gross behavior. the grip on your neck tightened. his eyes bored into yours forcing you to freeze. “be still. not done with you yet”. he growled at you, eddie pried open your mouth with his long fingers. “get my fingers nice and wet for me, yeah?” he asked but he didn’t need your permission. his pointer and middle finger pushed onto your tongue abruptly causing you to gag. you produced more spit. he pulled his fingers out and let the bodily fluid drip down your chin.

“oh.. fuck” he paused, “you’re such a tease”. he watched you perform for him. your pink muscle moving in circles around him and flicking over his fingertips before letting the drool fall out of your mouth and down your chin. the principal of it was disgusting, but eddie liked disgusting, and he loved you. he moved his fingers away from your mouth and into his own. he made a show of sticking out his tongue and catching the string of spit that sat between his fingers that were shaped in a v in front of you. you moaned for him. he grunted.

“open that pretty mouth for me again, sweetheart”, he almost begged. you obeyed him with mercy, unsure what was going to come next. “stick out your tongue… yeah, baby.. just like that, pretty girl”. eddie praised you briefly. your lips were swollen, drool continued to drip down your face and your throat was wide. “c’mere”.

eddie moved you so your mouth was below his. he closed his mouth and you watched as his throat gathered his own spit into a pool on his tongue. he opened his jaw slowly and held you exactly where he needed you. he hummed in satisfaction when you stayed put, watching him with big doe eyes. his glob of saliva he had produced fell on your pink muscle and he watched with admiration as you swallowed. the boy above you groaned.

the credits of the movie were rolling as he roughly grabbed you and forced you onto your knees in front of him on the couch. the blanket long gone because both of you were so hot. eddie pulled you up off the floor for a moment. another messy and grueling kiss hit you. he didn’t care that his tongue was barely in your mouth and that yours was all over his lips and cheeks. all eddie cared about was having you be dirty for him. only him. a string of spit connected your lips. eddie sucked it up, and you crouched back down on your knees.

the vhs tape clicked off and the blue screen of the tv illuminated his frame as he ripped off his shit shirt and struggled with his belt.

“be good and put that dirty mouth on me. need to feel how wet your pretty throat is, baby.” he moaned for you as you listened to his belt click off. he pulled the denim of his jeans down with his boxers. his hard leaking cock jumped out and he wrapped his large palm around the base. you drooled at the sight.

“now, spit on it.”

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[biancadjarin]

18+ !!!

pairing: gross!stepbrother!eddie x stepsister!reader

a/n: I love Eddie so much, I’d let him do whatever he wants, even if he hasn’t showered in a couple days🤭🥰🤭🥰🤭🥰

“Yeah, come in.” Eddie calls from the other side of his door. You push it open and close it behind you, the rank smell of weed and dirty boy wafting into your face. Eddie’s spread out on his unmade bed smoking a joint. His hair is frizzy and his face looks greasy. He’s shirtless, pair of loose gray sweatpants hung low on his hips. His room is a total mess, old bags of chips and empty beer cans strewn about.

You grimace. “Ugh Eddie, why are you such a pig? Your room is a mess!” You whine. He chuckles as he ashes the end of his joint into the ashtray on his bedside table. “Uh oh, my room isn’t up to the perfect princess’s standards, someone call the police.” He says sarcastically with an eyeroll. You shake your head as you stand beside his bed with your arms crossed. “Oh I should call the cops on you. Bet they’d love to do a thorough search in here. Or in your van.” You eye the metal lunchbox in the corner of Eddie’s room that houses his various drugs that he sells.

“Mmm I have a pair of handcuffs in here somewhere if you wanna arrest me.” He winks as he sits up and swings his legs over the edge of the bed to straddle yours. He lets his fingers curl around the back of your thighs and pulls you close to him, puppy dog eyes looking up at you sleepily. His pale chest is begging to be caressed by your fingers but you resist the urge. He passes you the joint but you wave him off. He puts it out in the ashtray. “You should really smoke with me one time, sweetheart. Maybe it’d loosen you up a bit.” He says as he grabs your hips and wiggles them, as if he could loosen the tightness in your demeanor. Your hair is in loose braids, ribbons tied into bows at the ends. “I like your hair like this.” He whispers as he reaches up to twirl one of them around his fingers. “Did you get all pretty just f’me?” He asks.

You pull your hair out of his calloused fingers with a scoff. You actually did get pretty just for Eddie, spending extra time primping and getting ready when Eddie clearly hasn’t even showered yet today. “You wish.” You say as you look down at him with sultry eyes and pouty lips. You know exactly how Eddie likes to be talked to and looked at and right now, the weed has his mind numb but his body is buzzing and all he can think about is exploring every inch of his sweet stepsister.

He scoots ever closer, the inside of his thighs caging in your legs, and leans up to kiss you but you squeak and lean away. “You’re all dirty, Eds. S’yucky.” “Yucky?” He repeats mockingly as he looks down at his lap, confused. You let your eyes dance over the inky tattoos on his arms and you feel your panties start to get damp. You pout and nod with a furrowed brow.

He exhales through his nose, shaking his head standing abruptly to pull you into his armpit. “If I’m so yucky, what are you doing here? You came to my room, princess. You can go if you want. Don’t let the door hit your sweet little ass on the way out.” He releases you with a quick spank and shove towards his bedroom door.

You let out a deep exhale and shake your head. Admitting defeat. “I don’t wanna go.. sorry.” You say as you walk back over to Eddie’s bed and sit down. The dainty gold necklace around your neck catches the light as your chest rises and falls with your breaths. Eddie’s eyes fall to your cleavage and he smiles wolfishly, scooting close to you. “Good. Cause I don’t want you to go either.”

Eddie’s hand comes up to caress your cheek soothingly before grabbing your face tightly, his fingers curling into the soft skin. “Say you’re sorry again.” He demands. “I-I’m sorry, Eddie, please. I didn’t mean it!” You say through a forced pout.

He nods and bites his lower lip, eyes scanning your face, to your heaving chest and down to your soft, smooth thighs. Eddie pulls your face that he’s still squeezing to his and licks into your mouth, forcing his tongue in and intertwining it with yours. This isn’t the first time you’ve kissed but it still makes your brain fill with static. No thoughts besides how his mouth feels moving with yours. He pulls back, “You wanna see yucky?” He asks with a devious smile. “Open your mouth.” He demands as his fingers maneuver your jaw. You do as your told and a warm wad of spit lands partially in your mouth, partially across your face. You whimper softly as his hands release your face and grab your waist instead, twisting your body towards his. The bulge in his sweatpants twitches awake, blood rushing to fill his aching cock.

You swallow what he gives you and he runs his tongue over his teeth, smiling at your reaction. “You liked that didn’t you, sis? Always acting so perfect and proper. I’ll make you wish you never called me yucky.”

Eddie grabs your hand and forces it down his sweatpants. He’s not wearing underwear and you’re immediately touching his warm, veiny erection. It feels a little wet too, who knows if it’s sweat or precum. Or both. He sucks in a breath through his teeth. “Shit your little hands are so cold.” He says angrily. His eyes close and the muscles in his thighs flex. “So fuckin’ soft too.” He breathes out as he uses his palm to control your hand. The stubble of Eddie’s pubic hair scratches your hand as you jerk him off. “Ahh yeah baby. Just like that fuck. Been dreaming about fucking you since I moved into this house. And I see how you look at me. When you walked in on me getting out of the shower last week. You couldn’t look away.” He says as he kisses you again. Slow and deliberate.

“Or that time you saw Chrissy sucking my dick in the front seat of my van. You were jealous weren’t you?” He asks teasingly. You shake your head no but you were. Extremely jealous. He laughs at you, not believing you. “You know what? Why don’t you give it a try? Maybe you’ll be even better than that stuck up cheerleader.” He pulls your hand out of his pants and lays back onto his bed with his arms stretched behind his head. He raises his eyebrows at you as if to say “Go ahead.”

You pull his pants down his thighs and he smiles as his eyes flutter shut. You can smell his manly musk immediately. It makes you hesitate for a moment but your want to satisfy him takes over. Your left hand grabs his balls as your right one curls around his shaft, your tongue coming out to lave at the tip. “I like a little bit of teasing, princess, start nice and slo-oh fuck.” He winces as you wrap your lips around his tip and suck your way down to his base in one motion.

“Or you can do that. Shit. You’ve done this before?” You look up at him angelically and continue to bob your head until you release him with a pop. “Just watched a lot of adult movies is all.” You say with a shrug. His eyebrows shoot to under his bangs. “You’ve? Ughhh.” His thought is cut off when your lips press kisses to the loose skin of his balls. You wrap your lips around one at a time, loving the salty tang taste on your tongue. “That’s my good girl.” Eddie gasps. “Lick my nuts just like that baby. You like how they taste?” He asks with a grin. “Maybe I’m not so yucky after all. You seem to like it.”

You moan as you switch back to his cock, letting it flop against your cheek and lips before guiding it back into your warm mouth. Eddie groans as he watches you, orgasm creeping up too quickly on him. You dribble a line of spit from above, letting it dance down the underside of his cock before you start to rub it with a rhythmic twist to your wrist.

“Mhph that’s so good, baby, you’re so good. Gonna make me cum so fast, shit.” Eddie says as the heels of his palms push against his eyes. He’s moaning softly as you jerk him off faster, faster, faster. His hand grabs the back of your head harshly and pushes your face down onto his lap with a groan as he cums. Shoots his thick, milky load down your throat as you sputter and struggle to breathe.

He releases your head with a laugh as you swallow his salty spend. “Definitely better than Chrissy.” He says as his eyes stare up at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling with his quick breaths. You roll your eyes and get up, thoroughly embarrassed by the whole interaction. “Wait,” Eddie calls out as you make your way towards the door. “I think I need a shower now. Wanna join me?”

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[izzyspussy]

So... Dogs ejaculate for 5 to 20 minutes (versus the human average orgasm length of 30 seconds). Fun fact.

Follow up poll about semen volume in notes! We have fun here.

#jack facts #writing process #fanfiction #fanfic tropes #a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics #omegaverse #forgive me if this is gross or whatever but. listen. It's The Genre.

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

On Ao3 if you find any AI fics you can just report them for spam and plagiarism. Its under their ToS under Content and Abuse Policies, sections B: Spam (because they're clogging up the tags and promoting the sites they use) and section E: Plagiarism (which I think is self-explanatory since they admit to using the bots to scrape fics from authors)

This. This is the extremely helpful. Report AI written fanfics. Do not interact with them in any other way because the people who use AI to write them will think that they can still do it. Just report them because Ai fanfiction is not fanfiction and they shouldn’t be allowed.

#fucking report them #ai fanfic #writing #fuck the people #who use it for writing entire fics #if they use it for a prompt #whatever #but using it for an entire fic #is fucking gross #ao3

[gallusrostromegalus]

AEIWAM: Why DOES the God Machine decay, anyways? It's operating outside of time and space. For that matter, I have Other questions about it. Why does it generate existence in the first place? Does it change its composition over time? Does it communicate with others like it? Did someone make it?

Strictly speaking, there is no reason for life to exist, here or in the fic. This is all just a very fun accident. Life exists in the 4 dimensions we're familiar with not because there is a reason FOR life to exist, but because there is no particular reason for life to NOT exist. I think it's the same in twelve or two hundred forty-seven dimensions. There's no reason for life to NOT exist outside of our understanding of time and space, so there's not particular reason to think it does not exist.

So the life machine exists, not because it was made, but because there is no reason it should not exist.

One thing that does seem to be true across different dimensions (and by "dimensions" I mean "measurable spectrums in which reality can exist", not "Alternate universes") is that death, or at least, entropy *does* exist. The universe we live in will eventually experience heat death. Time unravels under specific conditions and indications are that those conditions will eventually become dominant. All things, even the laws of physics, eventually die.

So the Life Machine dies, because for some reason, all things do.

...But also Things are born for no particular reason.

The big bang happened for no particular reason other than nothing was stopping it (kind of literally). Some people think that the universe will not experience heat death at all, but a dimensional collapse that crushes it all back together, before it explodes again, like a cosmic inhale and exhale.

Perhaps the Life Machine is not dying at all, so much as this version of it is reaching the next phase of it's life cycle, and it departs it's mortal coil not for oblivion but it turns to goop to reform into a body measured in entirely different dimensions.

Which is a bit of an upheaval for its microflora.

The Life Machine generates life in the same way you and I 'generate' the conditions of our intestines that support bacteria. If you ask most people, they do not think their primary purpose in life is to play host to billions of microorganisms, but that is very much something we do, and depend on.

Likewise, the Life Machine is misnamed, because it's got purpose beyond human understanding, like how humans have purpose beyond the understanding of eyelash mites. It's doing it's own thing, we just live here. but if all our microflora and fauna were to leave, it'd be a major problem for us, and if all life were to stop, it'd be a problem for the Life Machine.

In the Tarot, "Death" symbolizes change, and the Life Machine is Dying in the sense that it's definitely changing. Whether that change is the change from caterpillar to butterfly or from whale to whalefall is beyond the comprehension of Mortals, or even things like The Soul King.

Soul King's job is to keep the souls alive through this, and they achieve this by exploiting the fact that this change is also when the Life Machine reproduces. Regardless if the current Life Machine becomes a butterfly or a corpse, it's offspring will have suitable conditions for life to continue. Maybe this is a gift form parent to child- the life machine passes her internal flora to her offspring like a mother transfers her own colonies and antibodies to her child via colostrum. Maybe the Life Machine isn't thinking of it's offspring at all and this is all just the machinations of the parasites to propagate themselves into a new host for the sake of future generations.

Either way, neither action is planned or designed, but are still acts of love from a parent to child. Woman and Nematode alike loves her daughter.

TL;DR: As Above, So below, in the gooeiest and most incomprehensible but deeply loving way possible.

#AEIWAM #an elephant is warm and mushy #bleach fanfic #philosophy #yes this is a fanfic but I can put my headcanons about the nature of god in here as well #and my theory is that God is like most science: intensely complicated and more than a little gross #but also deeply joyful and the more you know the more you love

[ddejavvu]

hockey!au James Potter fucking you, the coach’s daughter literally minutes before a game. Coach freaking out wonder where his star player is only to have him eventually burst in with a shit grin on his face and more enthusiasm than ever because you promised him second and maybe even third helpings if he wins. Meanwhile coach is just happy his team is doing so good and his daughter actually shows up for games.

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

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"Evening, lads," James bursts through the door of the locker room sounding more like a coach than a player, "Ready to beat their asses?"

"Potter," The coach huffs, a sigh of relief reverberating around the room that's shared by his team members, "Where have you been? Game starts in two minutes."

"I was takin' a shit," James fibs, stuffing his shoulder pads over his frame and wrestling with their ties, "My mum always said if you have to go..."

"Bullshit," Sirius uses his shin to knock into James instead of kicking him, seeing as his skate would slice the boy up, "I checked the bathrooms."

"Well y'didn't check the one I was in," James grins, "Trust me, you'd have known, I was loud."

Remus's nose wrinkles at the boy's unwanted level of detail, turning away and leaving Sirius to help James rush into his jersey. He takes a fistful of the material, bunching it in his glove and yanking James forwards. He watches the coach over the boy's shoulder, then glares at James, "Spill. Where were you really?"

"Girl's bathroom," James clarifies, "Coach's daughter says I can go another round if we win, two more if I score three times."

"Hat trick," Sirius snorts, releasing his hold on James's jersey to clap him on the back, ushering him towards the door where the others are waiting in a line, "What do I get if I score three times?"

"A bunch'a hats, I suppose." James reasons, and Sirius lunges for him to push him out on the ice, the crowd roaring as the two playfully shove at each other, "Only I get a slap shot from the blue line, mate."

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[lunarw0rks]

BABY GRAVY HCS? SPILL

a/n: can't believe this is something i'm about to post publicly. omfggg idk if my thoughts will transfer well into little writings BUT HERE YOU GO- warning(s): nsfw (18+), literally cum headcanons [141 + graves / ale].

könig cums the most out of all of them. even without overstim. or edging - it's a wonder he has any left after multiple rounds. but he always does. his finishing always lasts at least ten seconds, where he's completely gone and draining every last drop that expels from his system.

( •̀ᴗ•́ )و ̑̑ whatever— whoever catches the aftermath is bound to be amazed, even if it's not their first time with him.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

gaz & soap are 50/50. it depends on how desperate they are— or how long it's been since they last had release. plain, everyday sex with their partner, it won't be as much as kö at all, but more than those last on the ranking. BUT... after months away, using their hands, etc... it's a noticeable amount difference. as if their bodies have literally been storing the mounds of pearly substance just for you.

( •̀ᴗ•́ )و ̑̑ and these two + overstim. or edging?? if they're desperate enough to cum, and finally do, it's a mess.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

simon is on the lower end, but not the bottom. less than gaz + soap, but not as lacking in amount as the two below!! unlike those on the bottom when it comes to time, his releases are more lasting. probably several seconds, even though there's not much evidence in cum to show it. his body is stubborn just like him; even when being teased or deprived, the results rarely budge.

( •̀ᴗ•́ )و more of a one-and-done guy, because he doesn't want to be greedy. BUT he's definitely not going to resist cumming more than once until he's filled someone to the brim, if they so wish. not a drop wasted, etiher — take that how you want ;)

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

price & alejandro are last but definitely not least. it's not a showy, messy finish like those higher in the ranking. there just... isn't much that comes out when they finish. merely a few spurts, and it takes a brief moment for the leaking to cease, even if they're still reeling in the sensations of an orgasm.

( •̀ᴗ•́ )و ̑̑ doesn't take away from their bedroom performance, though ;) not even a bit.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

graves isn't at the bottom because he cums the least, make no mistake. i think the amount would purely depend on who he's with and whether he's in control or not. i'm a firm believer that if you have him whimpering and begging, he'll cum when your fingers merely brush against him.

( •̀ᴗ•́ )و now, if he's more in control - he'd be similar to simon, in the sense that his releases are long but with little remnants to show it - even when he hasn't been with a partner for long periods of time.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

#im embarrassed #leave me alone #is this gross #if you wanted this then here you go ;) #mw2 #call of duty #task force 141 #mw2 fanfic #task force 141 x reader #141 headcanons #cod headcanons #mw2 headcanons #mw2 hcs #tf 141 x reader #141 x reader #ghost mw2 #simon riley #soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #captain john price #john price #konig cod #konig #alejandro vargas #konig headcanons #konig hcs #simon riley headcanons #ghost headcanons #price headcanons

[ethanmorales]

Misconceptions

Part 1 | Part 2

Part Three - Thawed

Pairing: Ethan Morales x fem reader 2.7k words Requested Tags: @arij3lly @hitoshislut @bjrmaybank @ghostfaceorgirlfriend Warnings: swearing, smut

"I missed you.”

I roll my eyes. “You always say that".

“I always mean it,” he says.

I study him carefully and he lets me. His eyes never falter, just stay on mine as if he has nothing to hide.

“Did something happen?” I finally ask.

Ethan smiles, “You see too much, lady. Have I ever told you that?”

“Only when you��re mad at me,” I say with a shrug. He laughs at this and wraps an arm around my waist; then rests his forehead on my shoulder, hiding his face from me. I feel him taking a deep breath.

“I’m just tired.” He mumbles.

I wait a moment before responding as gently as I can, “Is it your parents again?”

His arms around me tighten but he says nothing. My heart sinks, suddenly feeling crappy about being mad at him all this time. I’m the only one that knows about his parents. The only person he can come to even if he never actually talks about it. Suddenly I feel guilty for thinking more about my own selfish feelings when I know he’s got a lot going on at home. Things that are far more important to him right now.

I lift a hand and smooth it over his hair as he continues to rest his head on my shoulder. We stay like that for a few minutes until he finally lifts his head, a cheeky smile adorning his lips.

“What?” I ask, already knowing him well enough to know that this smile means trouble. All kinds of trouble.

“Let’s do something stupid,” he declares.

I take a deep breath, “Fine. Just nothing illegal. I’m still traumatized about last time.”

Ethan laughs heartily. “You’re the reason we got caught!”

I huff, acting undignified. “Well, I’m sorry. At the time, I wasn’t aware that we were conducting criminal activity. My apologies!”

Ethan kisses me deeply, without warning, then pulls away from me like it was nothing. I stared at him, confused.

“You’re hot when you talk all proper,” he says with a shrug. I roll my eyes, fighting the smile that is tugging at the corners of my mouth. I lose the battle when he casually reaches out to hold my hand, steering me away from our oak tree. My heart performs somersaults in my chest, but I make sure to keep my voice light and neutral.

“Soooo, what are we doing?”

Ethan hesitates, then pretends to pout. “Apparently, nothing illegal. Those are the most fun things to do, ya know?”

I laugh at his theatrics.

Choosing my words carefully, I play along. “Some people might argue that there is at least one thing that’s more fun.” I wait for his reaction, a smartass comment or flirty remark at least.

Instead, he abruptly stops walking and with the hand that he is still holding, pulls me back and against his body. Face to face, mouth hovering over mine, noses touching, he speaks. “Don’t tease me, babe. Not unless you plan on putting your money where your mouth is.” I’m still holding my breath as his eyes look back and forth between my eyes and my lips. “You know damn well that I would have no trouble taking you right here where we stand.”

At his words, my knees suddenly feel weak. The familiar flame inside me suddenly comes back to life and rages like a firestorm. With eyes locked on him, I speak slowly, deliberately. “Maybe we should find somewhere private to continue this conversation.”

“Fuck.” He swears and pulls away from me, gaze quickly studying our surroundings.

My eyes stay on him as he struggles with a solution.

“Y/N, I need you to stop looking at me like that or so help me God, we won’t make it anywhere else.”

I bite my lip, unable to stop myself. I wanted him. I wanted him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone else. The fact that we’ve never gone past second base might have something to do with all this built-up hunger for each other.

“Did you drive here?” I ask.

He shakes his head, “Nah, needed the walk. You?”

I shake my head as well, “Only a block away for me. No point.”

We both go quiet for a few seconds and then we look at each other.

“My house” “I say at the same time he asks, “Is your mom home?”

“She’s working today.”

That’s all the confirmation he needs. Grabbing my hand again he pulls me with him in the direction of my house. We walk quickly, so it takes a little over 5 minutes to reach my front door. My hands are shaking as I try to unlock the door. Ethan takes the key from my hand and unlocks it for me. He motions for me to go first, so I do. He follows, closing the door behind us.

“My room is upstairs,” I explain, turning to face him. He’d come to visit before but has never actually been in my bedroom.

“Fuck that.” Ethan cuts the distance between us, grabs my face and kisses me hard. All I can do is loop my hands around his neck to hold on as he pushes me into the wall closest to us. I pull out of his kiss briefly to catch my breath, but he wastes no time as his mouth travels down to the crook of my neck sucking at the sensitive skin there. I let out a shaky breath, enjoying the sensations rippling through me from his work. After a moment, he looks back at me and smiles with mischief, lifting me and wrapping my legs around his own waist, to have a more secure hold on me. His lips find mine again and kiss me, once, twice. Pulling away before the kiss can deepen. Teasing me, I realize.

I huff, slightly annoyed. He chuckles at my reaction and with the proximity of our bodies, I can feel the vibration of his laugh quiver through my core. It’s enough to drive me over the edge. I weave my hands in his hair and pull him to me, kissing again for a moment then pulling at this bottom lip with my teeth. He groans at this, and I smile. The serious look on his face tells me he’s done teasing for now.

“I want you.” I say, my voice trembles with how strong the emotion truly is.

He starts kissing me again and I lose myself in it, barely aware that he has pulled us away from the wall and is carrying me to the first room he finds, which turns out to be the living room. I only realize we’ve changed locations when I feel the familiar softness of our couch against my back, with Ethan on top of me, slowly rolling his body into mine in a rhythmic grind.

I moan and I can’t stop the sound from escaping any less than I can stop the tension building inside of me which forces me to claw at his shirt, in my attempt to take it off. Noticing my struggle, Ethan helps take it off and proceeds to help me out of mine. Then my bra. I let myself enjoy the look on his face as he looks down at my bare torso. He makes a sound with the back of his throat and bites his lip.

“You are so fucking beautiful.”

I feel heat spread across my cheeks in a blush and this seems to rile him up more.

“Fuck, Y/N.” he kisses me again at the same time as one of his hands finds my breast. I gasp at the warmth of his fingers as he starts stroking me. His lips leave me again as he starts a trail of wet kisses down to my chest. With one hand still caressing one breast, his mouth finds the other one. He covers my nipple with his mouth and sucks at it softly, then harder, grazing his teeth. I moan, harder than the time before. He groans in response to me but continues what he’s doing. After he is satisfied with this part, he continues kissing down my stomach to my lower abdomen.

All I am aware in that moment is my ragged breathing, the wild thumping of my heart in my chest and the swiftness in which Ethan unbuttons my jeans and pulls it off me along with my underwear in what must be some kind of record. I barely have time to be impressed as he ducks his head between my legs and his tongue slips into my folds. I take a deep breath and grab a handful of his hair as he sucks on me. My breathing grows heavier as he kisses, sucks and licks my sanity away. The ache I feel has become unbearable and cannot imagine it’s any better for him.

“Ethan, please.” I beg.

He looks up at me, making eye contact briefly while licking the wetness on his lips and smiling at me.

“Almost baby.”

“What else do you want from me? I feel like I’m going to combust into goddamn glitter,” I was whining at this point. Which only made the smile on his face widen.

“I swear to God, Ethan. If you don-”

I gasp again as he inserts a finger inside of me while still holding my gaze steadily.

“You swear to God what?” he challenges.

I am too far gone to play it cool. I just want him, and I want all of him now.

“Please.”

He doesn’t bat an eye at my request, but he slowly starts sliding his finger in and out, maintaining eye contact with me. The movement is so unbearably slow, I feel like I could claw his heart out for being such an asshole.  But the flame inside of me is consuming me so I start moving my hips against his finger to make the process faster. Ethan chuckles.

“That’s fucking sexy,” his voice is low with lust, almost a growl.

But still, he does not give in. So, I decide enough is enough and push him off me to the side and he meets the ground.

I hear him laughing and groaning in pain from hitting his elbow on the coffee table.

“Okay, I deserve that,” he starts saying but stops once he realizes I’m on top of him now, already working on the button of his jeans. His hands meet mine to help but I swat them away, already done unbuttoning it. Helping him out of his jeans is nowhere near as graceful as when he did it, but I got it done.

I marvel at the size of him, the wetness between my legs intensifying at the sight. Ethan doesn’t move, aside from placing his hands on my hips once I straddle him, knowing it was my turn to run the show. I slowly run a finger along his member, and I feel him tremble just from the light touch. I smile, looking at all of him. The lines on his stomach are defined, accentuating the tattoo on his left ribcage. I trace a finger over the words, still he doesn’t move. I bent down and licked through the space separating his abs. I hear an intake of breath, but nothing else.

“You’re very patient.” I say calmly.

“Not that patient,” he mutters. I glance at his face, and he looks tortured. His soft curls are framing his face. Mouth in a thin line, eyes half closed- he looked like one of those sculpted Greek gods.

I lean in to kiss him, very softly this time, just a brush of our lips. He tries bringing me closer but stops once he feels me pulling his member inside me. We both moan once he is fully inside, and I start rolling my hips back and forth. I start riding him slowly and start increasing my tempo gradually. Ethan is moaning nonstop, and I feel him swelling up inside of me with every movement, filling up all the space inside me. Finally, he swears under his breath.

“If you’re waiting for me to beg-

I cut him off, “You can help now.”

Without a moment of hesitation, he rolls us over so that he is back on top. He kisses me hard once more before he plunges himself deep into me. I don’t care how loud I’m being as he repeats the motion, each time harder and deeper, hitting my g spot without mercy.  But the tempo does not change.

“Faster.” I demand.

This time he doesn’t tease or ignore my request. He moves faster, his hips rolling into mine, burying himself all the way into my core. Our breathing picks up as we both start reaching our peak. Ethan grabs the back of one of my legs, and wraps it higher up around his back, to get better access to me. At this angle, he reaches the perfect spot and I scream as he rams into me. Confirming he picked the right position; he mercilessly thrusts himself into me repeatedly. I feel all my muscles contract as the pleasure builds up and I have no warning when my orgasm rips through me in an explosion of colors and sensations. I scream his name which lets him know I have reached my peak; it takes him a few more thrusts before he lets his take over, moaning alongside me as he continues to move with me. I feel it when he cums, the warmth inside of me bringing us both to a stop. Breathing heavily, his eyes widen.

“Fuck. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I was going to pull o-”

“I’m on the pill,” I say quickly, to stop his apologies. He lets out a sigh of relief and then falls on me from exhaustion. We stay like that for a few minutes, sharing heavy breaths and silence. Finally, he moves to take the weight of his body off me, laying on his side, but then grabs at my hip to pull me into him, putting us face to face.

Our eyes meet and I cannot for the life of me know what he is thinking, but I know that all I feel is love. I’m afraid of admitting it. We’ve been doing this playful back and forth for 5 months now. But for one reason or another, we never had sex before. I didn’t want to ruin what we had so far. I know I’ve been freaking out about wanting us to be more for the past few weeks, but in this moment after what we just shared, I was okay with waiting until his life was less chaotic. It was selfish of me to be thinking about my needs and not his. He’s a person too.

He runs a finger over my bottom lip, which pulls me from my thoughts. He is looking at me with the sweetest, most tender look I’ve ever seen on him, and my heartbeat picks up at the sight of it.

“Ethan,” I find myself saying his name, though I don’t know what I want to say. His finger leaves my lips and falls on my shoulder. He trails down my arm until he reaches my hand. His fingers now play with mine, but his eyes are still on me, with the same emotion in them.

“I fucked up,” he finally speaks.

I frown at this, my mind quickly going to worst case scenario; he regrets having sex with me. The look on my face must have told him something because he quickly corrects himself.

“Not with this. No, this was… amazing. You are amazing,” he explains. The tightness in my chest lightens.

I wait for him to continue but can see him struggling to put it into words.

“You can tell me anything.” Is all I say.

This visibly calmed him down and the anxiousness seemed to ebb away. He smiles warmly at me, making my heart skip a beat in the process.

“Okay. So. I may, possibly, probably, more than likely have,” he pauses his rambling, lets out a shaky breath, then speaks again.

 “I think I caught feelings for you.”

To be continued…

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A/N: I am feeling all kinds of way now. Wow. Okay. I might end it here? I'm afraid if I keep going I might ruin it. What do you all think though? Should I do one last part or leave it as is? As always, thanks for reading!🧡

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𝙇𝘼𝙒𝙍𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝙊𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍—"𝙈𝙔 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝘾𝙄𝙊𝙐𝙎"

A/n: Got an idea for co-worker Lawrence oleander lol<3

"𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚❟ 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚❟ 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪"

tw: Murder, Kidnapping, Stalking, slightly too detailed descriptions with blood and injury!!!

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Saturday, November 2nd, 9:00 Pm...

Saturday night, the start of a weekend, and a time to relax, right? No worries for the rest of the day, possible partying, and just a day to be by yourself or whoever, doing whatever.

the rain outside dripped down on the windows with soft patters, the soft hum of a tv show on the tv in the back, the silence linguring in the air, it wasn't something that bothered you. Atleast, not now. You sat on the couch comfortable, the week was tiring and a relaxing day was deserved after that madness.

this week was restless, constant bossy commands from your boss, running around the shop helping out and puting items back on shelf's, all that madness. Customers weren't better, this week even a random lady got angry at you and your coworker "for not doing your job right". What a pain in the ass.

the really only tolerable person there was your coworker, Lawrence Oleander. it didn't seem like he talked to you much, but he seemed to talk to you more than anyone else you seen him talk to. You've learned somethings about him, about his hobby with plants, and gardening, his black tattoo on both arms, his slightly nervous and introverted personalitly and how easily it can change to annoyed and pissed off.

Despite everything, he still made work easier and tolerable for you, since he was actually the only person who actually to seem to be doing his job. You wish you got to know him better outside of work but, you weren't sure if he even wanted to talk to you, and if he was talking to you because he had no one to talk to? you never figured that out.

Ofcourse, since the week tired you out, you eventually drifted off to sleep, the soft rain and rumble of thunder put you to sleep almost in a instant, but you were glad it did, you weren't sure if you'll dose off to sleep anytime with the many thoughts filling your mind, about everything.

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Monday, November 4th, 10:02 PM.

You sighed as you took off your dirt and water scattered dark green apron. the convience store you and Lawrence both worked at had a gardening center, and since the two of you shared the shift where you'd be the closing shift aswell, it was automatically that boss wanted you two to water plants.

It's already 10:02, meaning it'd be closing time soon, Lawrence was helping a woman find a last minute item to purchase, a smile crawled up your lips at the sight, as you went to put some stuff in stock quickly. Lawrence went ahead and helped the lady, before going to you to help with materials to put in stock.

"Need some help?" he asked softly, his voice was oddly soothing and soft, that's what lots of people liked about him. You smiled a tad bit more brighter and warmer at his offer, a slight blush creeping up on his cheeks as you did, "yeah, it might go faster for us both to put all this in stock before closing up." he nodded, and went ahead to grab materials to put in stock.

Eventually, it was closing shift, Lawrence had already punched out, he walked towards you dressed in his normal clothes without his apron. "could you lock up?" he asked, "sorry, I just....have somewhere to be," he apologized, looking away gazing at the ground. You nodded, "sure, thats fine." you responded, "thanks," he smiled softly before exiting to the parking lot.

Punching out and locking up wasn't anything new of course since there have been times you've done it yourself, by yourself. But what was new was that odd vibe someone was watching you, you never felt like that at the workplace at all. But you brushed it off,

"it's nothing, I'm fine, it's just dark out and I'm alone I'm just paranoid." You thought, trying to soothe your nerves. Shaking it off, from the side of your eye, you swore you saw something but it was your imagination only...right? Maybe you need more sleep this week than you thought was enough last week...

pt2 ??

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