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luvyeni · 9 months

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hello can i request a smut? its been in my mind lately having sex with park jisung in the classroom both are students and its end of class. thank you!

❛AFTER CLASS❜ ( p. jisung )

p. classclown!jisung x studentpres!reader w. 1k

warnings? fwb , public sex , unprotected sex, cumming inside , dirty talk

— 𖦹 ( jisung catching you after class ) !

"class president , hand these out." the teacher slammed the stack of papers on your desk. "of course." you got up , picking up the stack of papers , handing them to each student , making your way to the back where you most dreaded.

"hello class president." jisung sat with his hood on his head , staring up at you along with his friends who basically did nothing all day. "should i even give you a paper , we both know you aren't gonna do it." you said , he smirked.

"is there a problem back there?" the teacher spoke up , the class turning to see. "no teacher , there isn't." you smiled , putting a paper on his desk — about to walk away , when he grabbed your wrist. "thank you pretty girl." you snatched your arm away flustered , handing the rest of the papers to his friends who made kissy faces and hooting noises , scurrying off back to your seat.

class soon ended , you collected the papers , handing them back to the teacher. "oh (name) , will you be able to stay behind and clean the classroom." you nodded. "of course." she thanked you , and you began straight up as everyone packed up their stuff for the day , exiting the class.

"(name) , i trust you to lock up the class when you're done , i have to go." the teacher left the class , leaving you alone , stacking up the chairs.

you hadn't noticed him behind you , his eyes raking down your body. "hello class president." your turned , facing the boy. "classes are over jisung." he pushed off his body off the chalkboard , making his way over to you. "you look nice in that skirt." he backed you up against the desk. "thought about you the entire class."

his forehead was pressed against yours. "though about fucking you in this tiny fucking skirt all class , couldn't get anything done." you chuckled. "you never do work anyway." he pushed his tongue against cheek , his arm around your waist , pulling your body flush against his.

"really funny princess." he picked you up , sitting you on desks , wrapping your legs around his waist. "is it gonna be funny when i don't let you cum." that shut you right up. "that's right , me and you both know you can't go without cumming on my cock , even though you pretend to hate me." he grinded his hips against your cunt , you moaned out.

he was right , you and jisung always disagreed in class , you were all about your work , and he'd rather crack jokes with his friends in the back — you were constantly going at it , but that didn't stop him from pulling you into a random closet , and fucking your brains out during lunch , or fingering you in the back of the library during study period.

"just fuck me before the security guards comes looking." he tsk at your attitude. "so bossy princess." he reached up your skirt pulling your panties down. "so uptight." he undid his pants , pulling them down just below his cock. he stroked his cock , lining it with your entrance , teasing you with the tip. "fucking hell jisung jus- oh fuck!" your mouth hung open as he seethed into your cunt.

he smirked , "finally shut that pretty mouth up." he began to move his hips , fucking deep into your cunt. "guess the only way to shut you up is with my cock." you moaned , you wanted to slap him. "h-hate you."

"you hate me?" he went deeper , hitting a new spot. "well your pussy is saying otherwise." you clenched around him. "she seems to love me , the way she keeps tightening around me." he rubbed your clit. "oh fuck jisung please."

"now we're begging -fuck- baby." he cursed. "just admit it baby , you're addicted to my cock , that's why you keep coming back." he growled , the desk was shaking , but both of you didn't care , his hand came up to your throat , squeezing.

"you claim time and time , acting like you're so better than me , but you constantly crave my cock." he grabbed your shirt , ripping it open , buttons hitting the floor. "look at those tits." he squeezed them , you moaned. "you still have the marks from last time."

"ji-sung , fuck ' m'gonna cum." your eyes rolled to the back of your head. "look at you." he darkly chuckled. "all fucked out and drooling , gonna cream my cock?" you nodded. "should i let you , you've been such a brat though."

"please , please m'sorry , i need to cum." you sobbed. "go a head , cum for me , make a mess." he flicked your clit , and it triggered your orgasm , clenching tightly as you came. "sh-shit , im gonna cum." he thrusted a few times , stiling his hips , his cum flooding your insides. "fuck."

he pulled out , his cum seeping out of your cunt. "made such a fucking mess." he scooped it up , pushing it back inside. "keep inside."

i want you to remember this when you're trying to fuck yourself on your tiny fingers later."

©️LUVYENI

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bthemistake · 15 days

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- Fig Faeth, of Fig and the Cig Figs -

[Image Description:

Fanart of the Tiefling character, Fig Faeth, from the Dungeons and Dragons webseries Dimension 20. She has light red skin with two horns that fade into a warm off-white colour as they extend from her body. She is wearing a plain sleeveless black shirt, a leather jacket with various poorly sewn on patches, and a red skirt with a belt. Tucked behind her ear are two phoenix feathers from her girlfriend, Ayda Aguefort.

Her hair is a light brown and is dyed at the ends a red, with most of her hair tied into bubble-pigtails and her bangs loose in her face. Her elven-ears are pierced, her hands are decorated with rings, and she is proudly sticking her middle finger in the air with a grin. With her other hand, she is holding a microphone and the lead for it is draped around her body intentionally.

Her patches, of which there are five, have the following; a simple image of a bee, the text 'Baby & Baby Baby' on a red background, a triangle flag-shaped patch with 'Hoot Growl' on it in red on a white background, a mostly obscured 'rock on' hand gesture, and lastly an orange patch with an arrow and the words 'This Way Up', which is of course placed upside down.]

#art #artists on tumblr #drawing #sketch #tiktok artist #artwork #fanart #fig faeth #emily axford #dropout tv #dimension 20 fantasy high #dimension 20 #fantasy high junior year #fantasy high #tiefling #dungeons and dragons #hoot growl #palestine #fig and the cig figs

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cal-flakes · 10 months

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╰┈➤ y/n gets jealous

warnings: violence, mentions of blood, alcohol consumption, a tad bit of nsfw at the end.

summary: y/n notices a girl at a party who doesn’t know when to stop digging her own grave.

“hey i’m gonna go talk to sarah, i’ll be back..” she muttered in his ear, sharing a quick peck before leaving the outside table, full of kooks.

she’d spotted his sister near the pool on her own, looking rather melancholy. “sarah? you okay?” she spoke tentatively, sitting on the lounge chair next to the girl.

“oh, um yeah, im fine..” sarah mumbled, yet cursed her sudden tears for undermining her. watching, y/n’s brows furrowed in concern as she moved closer to sarah.

“sarah..what happened?” she placed an arm around the girl, rubbing her shoulder. “i don’t really want to talk about it, maybe tomorrow?”

a skeptical smile appeared on y/n’s lips as she stared at her. sarah nodded back in confirmation.

“well i’ll be over there with rafe if you need me, m’kay?” she claimed, squeezing sarah’s shoulder once more before drawing away from her.

standing up from the chair, she pulled down the hem of her dress, heels clicking against the floor.

y/n’s eyes widened as she neared the table, unable to work out if they were deceiving her or not.

a blonde had taken her seat next to rafe, leaning into his stiff frame as his face contorted, looking around frantically for y/n.

huffing, she sped up, closing in on the girl attempting to hang off of rafe’s arm.

“hey, this is my seat, and that’s my boyfriend..” y/n stated, nostrils flaring slightly as she stood, hands on hips.

“um, i don’t see your name on them?” the girl questioned, laughing as though to mock her.

glancing at rafe, he nodded at her discreetly, reaching to unbutton his shirt.

“i think you’ll find..” she started, moving closer “that..” pointing to rafe’s chest “is my name..”

the girls mouth fell open as she examined the cursive lettering inked on rafe’s clavicle.

stuttering, the girl gesticulated nervously. “well, i’m sure you could find another seat..” she spoke anxiously, a slimy grin on her face.

“get the fuck out of my seat..” y/n spat, closing in on her scantily clad frame.

y/n waited a few seconds, allowing the girl a chance to redeem herself. when she didn’t, y/n reached down aggressively, pulling the girl out of the chair by her hair.

rafe, who had eyed the situation calmly, was now out of his seat, yet still lingered on the other side of the table.

he knew she could handle herself, just like she had many times before. rafe certainly wasn’t opposed to y/n’s threatening behaviour, seeing as he’d do the exact same if the roles were reversed. he watched in anticipation, prepared to pull her away when he thought she’d caused enough damage.

hoots and hollers erupted around the two girls while y/n dragged her by hair, slamming her face into the floor as she shrieked.

pulling away, y/n stood above the girl, chest heaving as she scanned the scene. the girls friends rushed to her side, shooting y/n hateful glares as they attempted to stop the waterfall of blood flowing from her nose.

pushing through the crowd, she grabbed rafe by the hand, dragging him inside and through the house.

entering the bathroom, she shut the door behind her before rafe lunged for her, attacking her lips with wet kisses.

he fell back onto the closed toilet seat, pulling her on top of him. his hands roamed needily, gripping her waist while he trailed kisses along her neck.

“you’re so fucking hot when you’re angry baby..” rafe growled against her skin, the vibrations causing the wetness between her legs to pool.

smirking, she kneeled before him on the cold tiles. “i know..” she spoke breathlessly, hastily undoing his belt.

pulling down his pants, her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, teasing the tip with soft kisses.

“don’t be a fucking tease y/n..” he hissed, grabbing ahold of her hair.

he pushed himself into her mouth, fucking her face ruthlessly as the tension inside his stomach grew.

looking up at him through her lashes, tears brimmed along her waterline as their eyes met. as he threw his head back, she reached a gentle hand down to her core, circling her clit softly.

“fuck, stop, i wanna cum in you..”

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x fem!reader #outer banks #rafe cameron #outerbanks rafe #obx #rafecameron #dom!rafe #rafe obx #rafe smut

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myfeetrcolddd · 8 months

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The Dress

The dress she wore was short, and tight, and in his favorite color. Not to mention it was her that was wearing it. All these things did nothing to lessen the tightness in Theos pants, actually it was these things that had made the tightness in the first place, and the way she was dancing did nothing to help.

He knew she was there the moment she walked into the room, like a sixth sense he could always tell when she was near, and it wasn't long before he had his eyes on her, and after an hour they hadn't left her. Trained on her like it was the only thing his eyes were meant to do, and if that were the case Theo wouldn't complain at all, because hell if he could look at her forever. He'd pay his whole inheritance if someone could find anything better for him to look at.

"Are you going to talk to her or what?" Blaise's voice drifted through the fog of Theos mind that was clouded with thoughts of how he would make that girl his.

"Yeah, you've just been staring at her like a creep since she's gotten here." Pansy added and Theo brought his eyes to his friends who sat around a fire place, and glared at them.

But he knew they were right, he knew he should go talk to her, because he knew she felt his gaze on her this whole time. The same way he could always feel her looking at him during classes, when she thought he wasn't looking.

Downing the rest of the beer in the solo cup Theo rose from his seat. Determined to get a dance, and hopefully more from the girl he had been pining for for too many years.

She was dancing on the makeshift dance floor with her back to him as he stalked towards her, like predator hunting its prey.

His eyes caught the sway of her hips, her ass round and plump under the skimpy dress.

Theo pressed himself against her, her back to his front, making sure there was no part of her body left untouched. His arms wrapped around her waist, his head tucked into the crook of his neck, and his boner pressed into her ass.

She gasped at the feeling and stopped dancing. His groin pressed deep into her ass. She had known that this dress and her dancing would elicit some kind of reaction from Theo but never had she imagined it to be such a... big, reaction, both literally and figuratively.

"Nice of you to finally join me Teddy." She said, going back to dancing, well more like grinding on Theo behind her.

He groaned, "Clearly I should have joined earlier." His words came out slightly strained as he nuzzled his face into her neck and she grinned.

"You should have." She had only her imagination when it came to the things they could have done if he had approached her sooner, things that would leave her sore for days on end.

"Did you wear this for me Princess?" He whispered, his fingers playing with the hem of her much too short dress.

"And if I say I wore it for someone else?" She asked, the sly grin on her face unmistakable.

Theo growled from behind her and swiftly turned her in his arms, "Then I won't go easy on you when I take you up to my dorm." His voice was raspy and his breath was hot on her ear.

"And who says I'll be going to your dorm?"

"Me." His words had barely processed in her mind before he had thrown her over his shoulder and was stomping towards his dorm. In the distance there was a faint noise of hooting and cheering.

"Theodore Nott put me down!" She balled her fists, hitting his back repeatedly.

She hears him open his dorm door and watches as he kicks it shut behind him. Theo places her on the ground in front him.

She glares up at him as he stares down at her, his hands rested on her waist possessively as his eyes roamed her face and body hungrily. "Have I ever told you how stunning you are." His voice came out soft, and his pupils were dilated.

"I-it's the dress." She stammered, she had bought the dress because it flattered her body, and because she knew it would get Theos attention.

"It's so much more than the dress, Baby." He whispered, leaning in closer, his eyes darted from her lips to her eyes, she did the same.

"You're crazy." She says because it was the first thing that came to mind, but it seems to encourage him because he grins and pauses, his lips a breath away from hers.

"Crazy for you." He murmurs before smashing his lips onto hers. Their lips moved in sync, with the same ravenous hunger.

Theo moved her back, leading them towards his bed, not taking his lips off hers once. He didn't stop until the back of her knees hit the bed, his lips left her for a moment before he pushed her back and she landed on the middle of her bed. He cast a privacy charm on the room before he climbed on top her and caught her in a kiss. She gasped and his tongue dived right in.

A breathy moan left her lips.

I got too scared to write smut... but here's this I guess. <3

#theo nott #not edited #theo nott x reader #theodore nott #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott x y/n #imagine #magic

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xiewho · 1 month

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hiii :) i just wanted 2 say i love how u draw gorgug and fabian thistlecaster is such an underrated ship and their interactions are some of the best in fh

HI ANONNN THANK U !! i wholly agree they have such a fun and interesting dynamic i wish people explored more !! here's a silly gorgug + fabian moment from fhsy for u <3 (cause i want an excuse to draw them again hehe) hoot growl baby !!

#from fhsy ep 13 #the scene where the owlbears try and buy some dusk moss lives rent free in my brain #that WHOLE bit. immaculate. i think about it a lot #why r they acting like they were law abiding citizens up to this point #you have killed people !! it makes it infinitely funnier to me #anyways ! i believe in the thistlecaster agenda guys #be the change u want 2 see in the world or Something #asks #my art #bro can u imagine how i felt when i finished fhsy and checked ao3 #and there were only 20 fics of them #crazy !!#but either way /r or /p theyre so great to me #its 5am im not cohesive enough to write about them #but Yeah !#fantasy high #fhsy

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gay-wh0re-slut · 7 months

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God Sent

rhea x fem!reader

content: literally just smut, jealous dom!rhea smut with fingering, strap, spitting probably, definitely some degradation and praise, squirting, multiple orgasms with aftercare too hehe but i need it so i’m writing it

You and Rhea had been invited to a goth themed party at a friend’s house. It was easy for Rhea to find something to wear but your closet colors were the complete opposite of hers, so you asked to borrow something. Of course she complies because she loves when you wear her clothes, so you decide on a leather low cut top, a skort with a harness attached at one leg, some fishnets and a pair of her platforms. She wasn’t too comfortable with you wearing this knowing people would be staring all night but she wasn’t one to control how you look.

As soon as you arrive, friends began to hoot and holler at the two of you. You twirled around to show the outfit off with Rhea slapping your ass playfully to show the room that you were hers.

The party was going well, you had many conversations about many things with the friends including wrestling, backstories, and crazy imaginations with the people that were high instead of drunk. Of course you had a few drinks yourself so you were feeling a little tipsy. Rhea didn’t want to drink so that you were both safe going home.

You swayed your hips walking towards the australian on the other side of the room, “heyy baby,” you sling your arm around her waist.

She couldn’t help but notice the people staring at your ass that was barely peeking from under the skirt. She gently landed her hand on your lower back having it slide down to your ass, giving it a slight squeeze eying the people behind you; they immediately looked away. “It’s hard dating a hot girl,” she sighs.

“Mmm, why do you say that?” your words start to become a little slurred.

“Everyone looks at you all the time, you know how that makes me feel,” she grabs your almost empty cup and sniffs, “damn, what’s in that?”

You giggle, “Uhmmm I don’t know, Liv made it. It tastes like juice, so it’s dangerousss,” you boop her nose.

“Uh huh, that’s the last one for you then, love. We don’t want a repeat of last time,” she hands you back the cup.

“Aawwww okay,” you finish the last sip. You let go of her and sway your way to the kitchen for a trash can.

A guy you haven’t met sneaks towards you. He was pretty average looking, toned, and quite short but you could tell he was about to do something he shouldn’t: talk to you.

“Hey sweet cheeks, you here with someone?” he leaned on the counter.

You rolled your eyes, “Yes, her,” you point to Rhea who was already making her way towards you. She was moving slowly knowing that you could handle yourself until she needed to step in.

“Oooh big scary woman, what is she gonna do kick my ass?” he said sarcastically as he laughed.

“Yes, actually,” you couldn’t be more serious.

“Oh I’m sure,” he continued the sarcasm, “but, no seriously though, who are you here with?”

“No seriously bro, I’m with her,” you threw back at him.

“C’mon, baby,” he began to walk around the counter towards you as a strong alcohol smell followed him, “I could make you-”

“Make her what?” Rhea growled behind him.

You caught her eyes and smiled at her devilishly. You loved seeing her jealous, it turned you on more than any alcohol could.

He turned around and looked up at her, his head almost fully touching his back, “make her scream my name,” he said a little too confidently.

“I’m giving you three seconds to walk away before I beat your scrawny ass to a pulp,” she whispered.

People noticed the commotion, but immediately turned away knowing it would end one of two ways: him being knocked out, or him being thrown out.

“Or. What,” he whispered back. He was now standing on his toes and looked more ridiculous than ever.

You couldn’t help but laugh, “You better choose wisely, buddy,” you threw in.

“One,” Rhea huffed, her hands balling into fists.

He didn’t move.

“Two,” you could see her vision becoming red.

Stupidly, he still didn’t move.

“Three,” without hesitation she swiped his legs out from under him, landing on his stomach, she placed one knee on his neck and held his arms back, while twisting his whole body in a way it shouldn’t.

“Wrong choice,” you bent over him, smiling.

“Okay! Okay!” He strained to yell, “I’m sorry!”

“Now leave or I will beat your ass,” she forcefully let go of him.

He scrambled to get up, brushing off his shirt.

“Bye-bye,” you wave to him, as you give him a fake pout.

He quickly left as the crowd watched him leave laughing at him, “he should’ve known,” and “idiot” was heard from the partiers before they returned to their drinks and dancing.

“You okay?” Rhea asked.

“Perfect,” you walk towards her and move to whisper in her ear, “but if you don’t take me home right now and fuck me until I can’t walk, you will never see this ass again.”

And with that, she grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the car with you giggling behind her.

She basically sped home, luckily it was only about fifteen minutes away. The ride home was tough because you were already so uncomfortably turned on that you couldn’t help the squirming in your seat.

Finally, walking through the door, she slammed it behind you, “Bedroom. Now,” she commanded.

You were already on the way and you were basically sprinting. You cross the threshold and wait for your next command.

“Sit,” the tattooed hand pointed at the bed, closing the door as she entered.

You sit.

“Good girl,” she strides towards you then grabs your chin and tilts it up towards her, “you look so good tonight baby.”

“Thank you,” you smile.

“You always look so good in my clothes, huh?”

“Yes ma’am,” you squirm under her.

“Too bad you won’t be wearing them for much longer,” she lets go of your chin dragging her hand down to your tits then to the bottom of the shirt, “arms.”

You lift your arms and she pulls the shirt over your head and throws it to the side.

“Scoot back and lay down,” another command.

You do as you’re told keeping eye contact with her the whole time.

“How’d I get so lucky,” she climbs on the bed crawling on top of you, stopping halfway to leave a trail of kisses on your stomach, to your chest, to your neck, to your jaw.

Your hands were gliding up her muscular back and into her hair as she goes until she decided to grab your wrists and pin them down above your head. You huff at her.

“What,” she whispers in your ear, “my poor baby. All riled up for me and you can’t do anything about it. What a shame,” she coos.

“Please, baby,” you try to force your way out of her godly grip but to no avail.

“Uh uh,” she swiftly moved to grab the handcuffs from the side table and clasps them onto you wrapping the chain on one of the many metal rods coming from the headboard, “that’d be too easy.”

“Hmph,” you grump.

She chuckled at your attempt but continued her journey, leaving dark purple marks where only the two of you could see. You’re writhing under the muscular woman, begging for anything more to ease the pressure. Her hands were grazing your skin touching every inch of your torso, gently squeezing your tits as she went. When the hands found the waist band of the skirt, she carefully and painfully slowly, took it off of you, kissing down your thighs.

Once she threw the skirt to accompany the shirt, she took your boots off too. “Wait here,” and she started to walk to the bathroom.

“Like I can go anywhere,” you say under your breath.

She snapped her head around, “What?”

“Please hurry, baby,” you try to cover.

“That’s what I thought you said. Because if you said what you actually said,” she towered over you on the side of the bed and grabbed your face squeezing your mouth open, “it’s not going to be good for you.”

Your eyes were wide but you couldn’t speak.

“Are you gonna be a good girl?”

You nod your head frantically.

“Good,” she spit in your mouth and let go of your face, “now be the slut I know you are and swallow.”

You gulp it down and open your mouth displaying your tongue so she could see that you did.

“That’s my baby,” she patted you on the cheek and walked towards the bathroom.

You finally let go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding. A chill ran through your body as you lay there with nothing but fishnets and a thong.

A few minutes later the raven haired woman comes back wearing her sports bra and booty shorts with a strap.

You gasp at the sight, your heart was beating fast in two places. Your gaze flicks up and down her body, not being able to focus on one thing as she crawls back on the bed. Her hands glided up your legs to your thighs and forced them open.

Your back arched as the cool air hit your dripping center.

“You’ve already made such a mess and we haven’t even started,” her accent was thick and deep.

“It started before we left the party,” you admit.

“Oh?” the tattooed hand grazed your inner thigh, “who made you like this?”

You knew the answer she wanted to hear and you were more than happy to tell her, “You,” you gasp as her thumb barely touched your pulsing clit.

“Mmm,” she began to draw small gentle circles with her two middle fingers, “and what did I do, baby?” She already knew the answer, but she loved to hear you say it.

You could barely form words but you tried your best, “when you…were jealous and you…” your back arched as she added more pressure, “mmmmpinned him down… with your knee and… fuck,” her fingers danced on your entrance waiting to go in but was blocked by the lace. The fishnets wouldn’t be a problem though because they were the wide holed ones and she gave those to you for this very reason.

“You love when I get protective, huh baby?”

“Mhm,” your hips grinding for any possible friction.

“Good, because this,” she moved the lace to the side and easily pushed her fingers inside of you as she moved to be face to face with you, “is mine,” she growled.

You moan loudly as your back arched pushing your stomach into her. Her thighs were holding your legs apart, her hand was easily pumping in and out of you at a steady pace. Her other hand was planted near your shoulders, her baby blues staring into your soul. “That’s it…take it!”

You whined with every push gently bouncing on her hand as she quickened her pace. The sound of you against her hand sent you spiraling.

“God, you’re such a whore,” she pulled her fingers out of you causing a groan to fall out of you, “open,” she demanded.

You open your mouth and she slides her fingers in, letting you taste yourself, cleaning them off.

She pulls them out, “spit,” she ordered and she cupped her hand in front of you. You did as told, then she covered the strap. She readjusted herself, letting the tip barely graze your entrance that was now leaking onto the sheets. “D’you want Mami’s dick, beautiful?”

“Yes, god please,” you try to move yourself down onto it but was restrained by the cuffs.

“Such a desperate lil slut, pathetic,” but she slid it in anyway, guiding it and using your hips as a brace.

“Uugghh shit,” you moan as you take the full length. You felt it widen you, the pain was minuscule compared to the pleasure you felt.

She sat there a minute letting you get used to the size, watching you squirm under her, taking in every movement. Once she thought you were fine, she slowly moved her hips back and forth, pumping the dick in and out, in and out.

“Pleeease Mami, fuck me,” you whimper.

“Do you want me to fuck your brains out, princess?” she halted her movements.

You groan at the sudden stop lifting your head up to make eye contact, “do your worst,” you growl.

A devilish smirk grew on her face. In one swift motion she pushed your legs towards your chest folding you in half, and began to fuck you senseless. The bed was squeaking she was going so hard. You moaned loudly, and continuously as she wrecked you.

“FUCK,” you screamed, the pressure in your stomach was beginning to unfold, “Don’t…stop!”

“Never,” she barked.

Pretty quickly the pressure released as you screamed in pleasure with your eyes rolling back and your hands white knuckling at the rods above you. You breath left your body as it tensed. She quickly removed the silicone from you as you squirted all over the bed. “Holy fuck,” you breathe.

“Oh we’re not done yet, babygirl,” she released you from the cuffs, letting your arms go limp. She flipped you over so that now she was on her back with you on top of her.

You took the opportunity to land a sloppy kiss as you adjusted yourself to straddle her waist. Moaning into the kiss while trying to regain movement in your arms. She sits you back down onto the strap with ease, her hands smack onto your ass then guides your hips up and down to ride the dick.

“That’s it, baby,” her hair was sticking to her forehead from sweat but she couldn’t have looked any hotter, “if only that asshole could see us now, huh? You riding my dick, screaming for me, watching me make you cum over and over again.”

“Fuck…him,” you said between bounces. You sat up to fully ride her, leaning on your hands that were holding her thighs for stability. Your tits bouncing with every movement , so her hands gripped onto them holding them in place squeezing tightly.

“He’ll never know what it’s like to make a slut like you cum, right baby?” she continued.

“Never,” you forced out, “oh fuck.”

The knot quickly built up again inside you, “Mami, please let me-”

“Do it, show him who you belong to, baby.”

So you did and hard, “FUCK, RHEA,” you continued to ride out the orgasm, your legs quivering around her as you buckled over, shaking.

“Good girl,” she praised. You slumped off, lying next to her. “I know you have another one in you,” she sat up and rolled you over. She picked your hips up so you were face down in front of her, displaying everything. “You’re too much of a slut to not.”

She slapped your ass, leaving a handprint immediately causing a whimper to fall out of you. You heard her spit, not feeling it on you, so you assumed it was on the dick.

Your moans filled the room as she plunged into you, tears filled your eyes at the intense pleasure, “God YES… FUCK,” you screamed.

“C’mon baby, just one more. You’ve done so well for me,” her soft tone contrasted with how hard she was wrecking you.

It’s been probably thirty seconds and the pressure was already there. You sneaked a hand down to your clit for added pleasure, circling it lazily. Loud whines made music to the australian’s ears as she smiled wide at the sight of you unfolding beneath her. “Cum for me, baby,” she snarled.

You screamed immediately as the orgasm washed over you, squirting all over the dick once more. She kept pounding into you as long as possible until you let your hips fall sideways having the dick slip out of you.

“You did so well baby,” she crawled to your face and left soft kisses on your sweaty red face, “My lil whore.”

“Only for you,” you forced out as you tried to catch your breath.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” she took off the strap and dropped it with a thud. She scooped you up and carried you to the bathroom and set you down gently on the cool counter sending a shiver through you. She started the shower and let it get hot as she helped you peel off the tights and now destroyed thong. “C’mon baby,” as she helped you down and into the hot water.

#rhea ripley #wwe #rhea ripley x reader #literally just smut

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skywitchmaja · 7 months

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hoot growl it’s junior year baby!!!

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alexa-fika · 29 days

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Hiii! I love your winged!child fics with mihawk ( as well as all your other fics!) i was wondering if maybe you can write dokucha missing mihawk while he’s away on a mission ? I think it would be kinda cute 🥹 again ty and keep up the amazing work!!!🩵

Monkey Sitters (Dracule!male!reader)

A/N Here we go, is this a cook guys? I think it’s cute and cozy Mihawk with his son. Listen there’s no way Dokucha wouldn’t be friends with the Humandrills, like they are literally the only other thing in the island so it makes sense okay?

Reader here is replaced by dokucha which means reader in Japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

“I miss papa” he mutters staring at the sea, waiting for the signature raft to come into view

Above the boy stood a group of Humandrills, all shoving against each other until one finally pushes one of the Humandrills the child’s way

The shoved Humandrill looks at his friends, growling at them before turning back and heading towards the kid, slowly sitting next to them

Dokucha looks behind him once they hear movement, blinking owlishly at the humandrill now sitting next to him

The Humandrill looks down at him before lying on the ground so they are at eye level with the child.

Slowly, he puts out his hand, offering to shake his hand.

Dokucha stares at the hand for a while, glancing between it and the humandrill a couple of times before he lets out a series of giggles and shaking the primate's hand

“Hi Mr.Humandrill”

He lets out a series of grunts and sounds his way, seemingly waiting for a response

“Umm, S-orry?”

He lets out another series of howls and hoots, seemingly annoyed by this response

“I'm sorry, Mr.Humandrill. I'm not sure what you are saying.”

He growls, seemingly agitated, before quickly pointing to his wrist, tapping it a couple of times, then he gestures to his head and then points at the sea

“Are..Are you you asking if I’m waiting for Papa?”

He lets out an affirmative grunt

“I am, papa went on a mission, but he will be back soon!”

He lets out another series of rumbles and hoots, before quickly grabbing the boy’s hands once again, urging him to follow him

“Where are we going Mr.Humandrill?” He said increasing his speed to keep up with him

He lets out a single grunt and keeps walking forward, motioning for the child to follow him, taking hold of one of the branches of a nearby tree

“What are we do- WOAH” the child suddenly let out a scream, his wings flapping wildly as his feet leave the ground once the humandrill lifts them off the ground, taking hold of both of their hands connecting them to his own and beginning to swing the small child.

The child lets out a cry of delight once they are swinging, quickly grabbing hold of the humandrill’s hands as he giggles and enjoys themselves

“Higher, Higher!”

He seems to find his plea amusing, lifting him up once again and swinging him higher this time

After swinging for a while, the humandrill takes the child to various activities, from swinging in the vines to playing hide and seek with the rest of the humandrills. He plays with Dokucha he grows, at this the humandrill is quick to take to carrying the small boy in his arms like a baby, slowly rocking back and forth, cooing back to the child Until they fall asleep.

The coo at the sleeping kid, the rest of the Humandrills joining him until they hear the sound of footsteps approaching.

The humandrill growls putting the child slightly behind him as the rest of the humandrills form a protective stance against him growling at the coming stranger.

“Relax, I'm not here for a fight, I'm here for him” The swordsman mutters

Slowly the Humandrills turn and let Mihawk through, the child still sleeping in the humandrills arms. Mihawk slowly takes Dokucha and, puts him in his arms and walking away, pausing to glance at the humandrills.

“You have my thanks for always watching them when I am gone; come to me when you have a desire to spar,” he said, continuing his way to the castle

The child rustles opening their eyes slightly and looking up

“Papa?”

“Go back to sleep, we’ll be in the castle soon,” he tells them, not glancing down at him

Dokucha smiles, nuzzling into Mihawk with a small ‘m’kay’ and ‘Welcome back’ leaving his lips before slow snores follow.

Mihawk shakes his head at this a small smile growing in his face

“I'm back Dokucha”

Is it me or does that last line hit different?

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