#it has taken over every inch of my brain

[pellucid-constellations]

The way I'm foaming at the mouth to write the next part of trial and error but I promised if it all fell next so I mustn't ✋ but I want to 😏 but I MUSTN'T

[deadskeletallemons]

[atsvmi]

soshirooooo

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

59 / 3.4k / part 3 of shark mermen Gaz and Soap with human!reader <3

kinktober keywords: dubcon, monster mermen, monsterfucking, teratophilia, overt predator/prey dynamics, hypnosis/hypnokink, praise

...

"You gonna behave?"

You bite your lip and keep your arms tightly wound around your upper half. "I thought I was."

The movement catches Gaz's eyes. They darken. "Don't do that."

"Do what?"

He reaches out, catching your bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. He pulls it gently lower and lets it snap back into place, and your lip stings with saltwater. "That."

You squirm in his hold.

Gaz keeps his grip, but lets you keep moving. His gaze drops again to your lips and keeps getting lower until it's obvious that he's staring at your neck. Even if he weren't a predator sensitive to the quick heartbeat and rushing blood of startled prey, he'd see the nerves all over you. He draws closer.

"You're so small," he murmurs.

You press back, but it does no good.

"And weak," Gaz continues. The clawtip of his index finger presses into the damp flesh of your stomach. "I could crack you open like the shell of a clam. Can I touch you?"

Before you can answer, Soap's hands wander up your legs again. You tense. Gaz's tail tightens under you in response.

"Bit late to ask if you can touch her," Soap says in their mer-tongue.

Gaz ignores him. "Stay still," he murmurs, his tail tightening. Not quite enough to crush anything, but enough to restrict more of your movement. "I won't hurt you."

As Soap makes a grab at one of your wrists, the coldness of your skin and the quickness of your pulse sends a small thrill down his spine.

You try to still your movements and steady your breath. It seems like the more you squirm and protest, the more it snags their interest. You're pretty sure by now they're not going to eat you, but their interest in you has taken an unmistakably carnal tilt.

"See?" Gaz says. "You can be good." He drags his claw lightly over your belly again, and you feel all the muscles of your midsection tense. If it weren't for him squeezing you so firmly, you'd almost be lifted out of the water.

"Good," he murmurs again.

"What do you want to see? I already showed you my legs."

"Everything else."

It's a blunt, straightforward answer. The way Gaz says it seems almost disinterested—matter-of-fact—but his gaze is fixed intently on your belly. He wants to see every inch of you, the softness and the curves and the hollow spots and the sharp dips.

Soap's hands find your waist, and he pulls you closer in in a way that forces you to arch your back, bough toward him, and spread your legs wider over Gaz's tail.

You steal a glance down at the glass-sharp rocky sand and the cold waves rising in. "Here?"

They don't bother to answer. Gaz shifts your hips up his tail, contorting you further. Soap stares openly down at your tits through your wet shirt as he drags his massive hands down your thighs and back up in an exploratory motion.

Gaz's scales push up against the crotch of your shorts. Your brain skips. This can't be happening right now and you can't be feeling kind of hot under the collar about it. No, nah, nope.

You plant your hands against Soap's shoulders and push him back. "I said not here! Take me somewhere nice." No, that's not quite right. "Somewhere private."

nsfw ⬇

Gaz digs his fingers into your hips and pushes you further up his tail. The movement grinds you into him like he's starting to feel you get warm and wet.

"Yeah?" Soap purrs, letting you push him away. There's no way you could throw him off unless he lets you, but he does. "Where d'you want us to take you, little human?"

"Somewhere soft and dry."

The two merman trade looks with one another. Gaz tilts his head down at you and narrows his dark eyes. "I know a place."

You swallow. "You do?"

"Mmhm." His tail shifts beneath you. "Have you ever seen a merman's bed?"

"No..."

Gaz’s tone drops to something just above a murmur. "It's carved out of sloping reef rock and lined with the softest, sun-warmed sand. Perfect to lie in."

Despite his attempt to soothe you, Soap's claws catching the hem of your torn shirt make you even more tense. You grab his hand and push it down. A muscle in your jaw jumps with irritation.

Soap stops pushing, but there's a look in his eye that you don't like at all. He knows he's bigger and stronger than you. All he has to do is pull back a little too hard, and he could easily yank you off Gaz's tail and into his own arms instead. He can make you do whatever he wants, and he knows it.

It makes you all the more aware of the strength of his body between your knees. He could pin you down so easily—he could crush you with the sheer size of him—and you'd never be able to do anything about it.

Before either of you makes a move, Gaz growls at Soap in their mer language. Soap's eyes snap up to Gaz's. His face tightens. His hands loosen and slide slowly out from under your shirt.

You watch it happen with an unsteady glare. But now they're watching each other rather than you. It only holds for a moment before Soap pulls his gaze away. He looks almost bored as he lets his hands drift back to your thighs.

"Fine," he murmurs. But the look in his eyes still leaves you with the uneasy feeling that he isn't entirely done with you.

Fine is the only word of it you understand, but you still feel the agitation in their tone and the subtle shifts of muscles in Gaz's back and shoulders against your chest. Still, he seems fine with Soap's hands on you as long as he's not agitating you further.

You look down at Gaz's claws. His grip on you stays tight. He isn't rough, exactly, but his hands are big and his touch is insistent and slightly possessive. His hands drift lazily over your hips, up your ribs, across the tops of your thighs. It feels like he's keeping track of every inch of you he's already felt.

You squeeze your legs together stubbornly when he gets close to your inner thighs.

His grip is like iron. You feel the muscles of his tail working beneath you as he shifts to get you just right again.

"Let me in," he murmurs.

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"And why not?" His hands wander up and down the seam of your legs.

You get the impression that he can smell you getting wet when you when you're squished up close against him like this. Does he think you're putting out crazy pheromones or something? A twinge of shame makes you look away. "Because we're mismatched."

"Mismatched?" He snorts and pulls you forward so you're leaning further back and against his chest. It exposes your neck to him and his eyes darken. "Your kind has a real obsession with categorizing everything, don't you? We can be matched just fine."

"But we're not, like, physically... you know... it would be weird. It's like having sex with an animal."

"I don't think humans are animals," Gaz murmurs. He draws his claws over the outside of your thigh--not causing pain or leaving marks, but stimulating the nerves under your skin with small jolts. "Besides in the literal sense. But then we both are."

You say nothing. His fingertips brush up the backs of your knees, and a shiver of awareness travels all the way down your spine to your toes. His voice is low and soft as he speaks to Soap in their language again. He rubs his thumb in tiny circles on the back of your knee.

If you knew what he was saying, you'd realise that he's telling Soap that you're nervous.

"It would be weird," you say again.

Soap scoffs. "You keep saying that word. Weirrrd," he repeats in a voice edged with disdain and mimicking your accent. "Why does it matter? There's no one else here."

Gaz tilts his head down in an attempt to catch your eye. "You're not even a little bit curious? You humans are always so desperate to know why and how things work. You used to poke and prod us. You're usually curious about stuff like this." His voice drops lower. "About new experiences. What if I told you that this could feel good?"

"It's still wrong." Even as you say it, you're starting to wonder. You're already pretty sure they won't hurt you. They would have already if they didn't care, right? But you can't bear to think about how disgusted people would be if they knew you were seriously considering this.

"You think it's wrong?" Gaz’s voice takes on an edge. "Humans have a lot of strange rules that don't make any sense. Do you really think we're that different?"

"Yeah."

His gaze drops to your lips. "That's what you humans get so wrong. You think everything means something. Rubbish. Sometimes things can just feel good. And this" --he strokes the sensitive skin of your ankle-- "could feel so good. If you let me in, you'll be warm and safe. That’s what you want, yeah? To be looked after?"

"I don't... I don't know."

Gaz hums and rubs your ankle. Your skin is softer than the salt-smoothed calluses of his hands, and your leg is so small. He feels like he would barely have to squeeze to break it in two. "It's okay not to know, you know," he says. "You've been through a lot. Can I tell you more about us?" he asks, voice low and soft. "About our kind?"

His voice seems to soothe your ragged nerves. "I guess so."

"Good human." He leans very close, his mouth against the shell of your ear. His hands tighten on your thighs again. You’re at his fingertips. You’ll be his in no time. "We're not so different. We hunt and we play. We fight and we... enjoy things." He traces his claw along the line of your legs again. "We can feel things other creatures can't. Sounds too quiet for other prey, smells under water, under the salt. We like the smell of other creatures. What do humans like to smell?"

"Um... flowers, I guess. And food. Baked goods."

He huffs a laugh. "What a waste of your senses." He slides his claw along the outside of your calf. "You humans like things to be clean, huh? Nice warm water and soap. So many rules and little rituals with your cleaning."

"Yeah, so?"

"But then you spend half of your time dirtying each other again. Fighting and rutting and making messes. Humans are strange. Your rules get in the way of your senses."

"We need rules to protect ourselves."

"You need rules to limit yourself," Gaz says. "No wonder you act so fragile. If you'd let yourself enjoy things, everything wouldn't seem so dangerous."

Soap watches you steadily. He can smell the way you're reacting as Gaz's voice washes over you and the way you melt slightly every time he touches you.

You huff. "That's easy for you to say."

"Humans keep themselves vulnerable. No claws, no callouses," Gaz says as he runs his free hand over your upper arm. Your skin is so smooth, he can feel the tiny hairs standing up as his hand passes over them. You really are like a seal—all big eyes and soft give everywhere and no bite to you whatsoever. Except your words, maybe. " How do you defend yourself like this? How do you hunt?"

You don't reply.

His hand finds its way into your hair, claws tracing lines over your scalp. "Do you know what it is to hunt by yourself? Taking charge when something catches your interest. Taking things that you want."

"Not really."

"It's thrilling."

"To be stronger and faster?"

"More than that. Feeling another creature's pulse beneath your teeth, hearing the crunch of bone as it gives way. Knowing you've caught your prey." Gaz strokes the hair back from your ear. His voice and fingers send pleasurable tingles down your spine. He pulls you closer to himself as he speaks so you can fully feel his large frame cradled around yours. “We don't have many possessions," he says. "We like having something that's ours."

"Oh."

"And humans are small," he murmurs. "So soft and small." He rubs circles into your scalp, and you feel his voice as much as you hear it. "So warm and pliable. Easy to hold and keep."

You catch Soap grin and realize you've been staring at him.

"See somethin' you like, hen?"

You flush and look away.

Gaz shifts to comfort you. "Don't look away," he murmurs. His big hand comes up and catches your jaw to make you look up at Soap again. "Watch his eyes. Listen to my voice."

You blink at Soap. Your mind feels sluggish. But Soap is nice to look at. And Gaz is nice to listen to. His voice is low and soothing. His hands drift. The fingertips of one hand trace your collarbone and the other strokes the softness of your throat. Your eyelids are a little heavy.

Gaz watches you for a moment before leaning very close. "Good," he whispers, and Soap's eyes darken. "Easy to hold. Just like I said."

You feel the vibrations of his voice in his chest. His voice soothes you so completely that the old legends about sirens enticing humans with their hypnotic voices surfaces briefly in your mind. Then it disappears.

His hand continues, and the soft, slow touches lull you further. Your stress ebbs away grain by grain. It’s replaced by anticipation. He rubs the soft skin of your cheek with the pad of his thumb, and you feel the calluses on his hands.

"That's a good human." He keeps using that low voice to praise you. Soft warmth and anticipation curl low in your belly. "Just keep looking." He slides a hand down your spine and across your lower back. Your muscles and your mind unwind slowly like a fraying rope. "You remember when I was telling you about a merman's bed, yeah?"

"Mm."

"That's good. Now pay attention. I want you to hear what I say. They're comfortable," he murmurs. "Warm and soft, all lined with sand that's been warmed in the sun. Perfect to lay in. To writhe in. To sink into." As if to show you, his hands slide under your wet shirt and press against the small of your back. He rubs the warm softness of your skin, and goosebumps rise where his hands pass over. "Imagine it. Imagine sinking in. Sinking in. Sink with my voice."

Your eyelids droop even more. You're sleepy.

"You're doing so well." Gaz feels how relaxed you are—the tension out of your muscles and how your limbs feel like they're melting into his. "Sink with my voice," he repeats. "You don't need to struggle anymore. Everything's alright. You're safe with us. Just let yourself… drift."

A sweet, heavy, warm softness like sinking into a hot bath. Like sinking into the sand under his hands. He guides you into a light doze and continues stroking your back and murmuring praise, your body growing heavy and lax beneath his warm hands.

"Shh," Gaz says. You're sinking deep. He guides you down into a soft, warm haze full of quiet, soothing sounds. Even Soap is watching you with a soft, rapt interest, not wanting to ruin the moment. They're taking care of you right where you belong. Deep. Safe. Warm. Comforting.

"What do you see in that bed with you?" Gaz murmurs. "One merman? Two?"

"Hmm?"

"Can't think straight, can you? You're so relaxed." He moves so his hands slide around your waist again. He knows you can't escape this time, even if you wanted to. And you look so sweet and soft. He knows you're almost asleep, almost floating away from him. "I know. Keep listening. Can you tell me what you see yet?"

"Blankets."

"That sounds so nice, doesn't it?" Gaz murmurs. His hands shift again, one drifting all the way to the back of your neck. His voice is as quiet and warm and comforting as a blanket over you. "Just sink into my voice. Keep listening. What else is in that bed with you?"

"Stuffed animals."

Gaz laughs, but it's low and soothing. "Like a child has? That's cute. But it's not like you need them."

You huff, your hypnotic trance vaguely disrupted by his words. "You asked me."

"And I got my answer." Gaz's hand slides up your neck to rest on your jaw. He strokes your pulse point again. "You're getting a little too close to falling asleep. You need to stay awake for this."

Soap has drifted closer, his dark eyes watching you. He looks hungry, but Gaz doesn't push you towards him yet. Not while you're so out of it. "Fine, fine." He rubs your neck again, and you feel your muscles melt under the pressure. "What kind of stuffed animal?"

"Hmm..."

Gaz hums back, his voice deep and soothing. Your eyes are already so heavy, your body is so relaxed in his arms. Your breath is slow and steady, and your skin feels warmer to his touch. Gaz can smell the change in your scent, your body's response to him—to all of this.

"I'm curious now." His voice is low and dark against your sensitive ear. "If you're going to have stuffed animals in your bed, I want to know what kind."

"Octopus."

"An octopus?" He murmurs. "So you want something with so many arms to wrap around you? Something tight and big?" He's so close to your ear now that his lips brush it. "You want to be wrapped up and covered and surrounded?"

"Mm... maybe. Yeah."

Your voice is heavy with drowsiness. He keeps you skirting that line between consciousness and sleep. Your body in his arms is puppet-like.

"You want to be surrounded by so many arms. Maybe even pressed against us with no space to move, yeah?" He slides a hand down your stomach.

"Mmhmm."

"Mm. So you want to sink into a nice bed, surrounded by an octopus with its big, plush arms. Surrounded on all sides with soft, soft tentacles that cover you. You want something big and soft and heavy on top of you--resting between your legs and keeping you warm and safe." His hands slide around you again. "Would that make you feel safe and protected?"

You murmur an affirmation.

"And do you feel safe and protected here? Now?"

You murmur another one.

Something like a smile curves Gaz's mouth. It's sweet that you're answering without thinking. "Mm," he hums, and he slides both hands down your thighs. His claws trace little circles on your sensitive skin. "Very good. Hold onto that feeling as you come up, human." Gaz lifts his eyes to Soap's. "We're just curious. We won't hurt you. We just want to see what you feel like. Is that alright?"

"What I feel like?"

Soap looks down at you. You barely open your eyes. Barely even react, even though you can feel his claws grazing your thigh, even though his eyes are dark and his lips parted slightly. Your eyes are so heavy, your brain so slow.

"Mm," Gaz murmurs again, and his chin brushes your ear. "Your skin's soft. Soft and warm. We want to feel you." His hands slide up your chest again, your breath shuddering at their passing, and he holds you up so your back is against his chest but your legs are still spread over his tail. He smiles. You're so close to sleep, but he doesn't want you to miss this. "Shh. You'll see. You just need to let us touch you, okay?"

"Oh." You let your legs slide to the sides of Gaz's tail and into Soap's waiting palms. "Okay."

...

part 1 / part 2 / [part 3] / part 4 / part 5

more Gaz / more Soap / more mer au / masterlist

[mcdynamite]

Kissing has never done all that much for Steve, if he’s honest.

It's just not really something he's ever given much thought to before - the way someone kisses - despite the fact that he's locked lips with plenty of people. For him, kissing has always been something nice, but not particularly special. It's never been earth-shattering. Never taken his breath away, the way people talk about in movies and books. It's just a way to be closer to someone, and it's nice, but it's never anything more than that.

Then, Steve kisses Eddie for the first time, and suddenly he gets it.

They're high when it happens, laying side by side in Eddie's unmade bed while the weed sinks into their bones. Steve loves the way it seems to slow down the world around them - makes everything syrupy and sweet, so he feels every brush of Eddie's fingers against his own in every inch of his body as they pass the joint back and forth.

The casual contact makes him long for more, and when he's high, Steve just...gives into the longing. He lets himself drift closer until they're pressed together so closely that Eddie can hide his face in Steve's uncharacteristically messy hair when he's trying to cover up a snort of laughter in response to Steve's deranged weed-induced musings.

Tonight, they meander their way through a directionless conversation - as they so often do when they get high together - until the joint is so small it nearly singes their fingertips. When Eddie finally sits up to stamp it out in the ashtray on the bedside table, Steve tries not to miss the feeling of Eddie's body against his own too much, knowing it'll be back soon enough.

"I'm thinking of handing over the DM throne to Will for the next oneshot, after we finish this campaign," Eddie says, speech slow and thoughtful as he puts out the blunt. "Think he'll be good at it."

Steve just hums, eyes heavy-lidded, gaze fixed on the curls he wants so badly to run his fingers through, just to know what it feels like. He's high enough to not care about the consequences when he decides fuck it, and reaches out to feel the soft ringlets beneath his fingertips.

"You're good at it," he muses - a delayed response to Eddie's comment. If Eddie is bothered by the way Steve is carefully petting his hair, he doesn't show it. Instead, he turns back to look down at Steve with a soft smile that makes Steve's insides feel all gooey.

"Yeah?" Eddie asks, a hint of a smirk overtaking the softness. "You ready to admit that you like watching me play my little nerd game, Harrington?"

Steve blames the quiet whine that escapes his throat on the weed, along with the way he honest-to-God pouts in response to Eddie's words. He tugs on a lock of Eddie's hair petulantly. "Don't like it when you call me that."

Eddie's face does something strange then, and Steve can't quite parse out what it means with the weed making his brain all foggy. He looks...surprised? Fond? Maybe both?

"Sorry, Stevie," he replies, teasing but somehow genuine at the same time. Steve smiles dopily, an expression that Eddie returns. "That better?"

Satisfied, Steve nods. Hums in affirmation. "Yeah. I like that one."

And it's true. Steve loves when Eddie calls him Stevie, because Eddie always sounds so fond when he does, and it makes Steve's heart feel too big for his chest.

"Oh, yeah?" Eddie asks, still grinning as he leans down until he's propped up on one elbow, hovering just over Steve on the bed. "What else do you want me to call you, hm? Stevie? Steve? M'lord?"

The last one makes Steve laugh and close his eyes, happy to bask in the sound of Eddie's voice as he floats along with their conversation.

"Sir Steven? Sweetheart?" Eddie continues, and Steve's heart jumps just a bit at the second one. Then, Eddie murmurs, "Baby?" 

And Steve's eyes fly open.

Steve stares at his friend with wide eyes - lips parted as a soft, punched-out oh escapes him - and it's weird, is the thing. Because Steve has been called baby before, lovingly by his grandmother when he was still a little boy causing mischief while his parents weren't watching, meanly by boys on the playground when he cried over something silly like a scraped knee…and when he got older, teasingly by the girls he took on dates.

It's not a new name for him, but it feels groundbreaking nonetheless.

Because the word sounds so much better coming from Eddie's mouth than anyone else's. It's soft, and fond, and knowing, and...

It's longing.

"Yeah,” Steve croaks. "Yeah."

"Which one? Sir Steven?" Eddie asks playfully, cocking his head to the side like a puppy. He grins maniacally when Steve huffs and shakes his head in disappointment. "No? Which one was it, then, that you liked the most?"

"Eddieeee," Steve complains, burying his flushed face into the pillow and avoiding his friend's gaze. "You know which one."

Eddie shakes his head in an almost scolding manner and Steve is convinced he must've moved closer, because Steve can feel Eddie's breath against his skin, and the air in the room feels about a hundred degrees hotter.

"Nuh-uh, Stevie," Eddie says, poking him playfully in the ribs. "You gotta tell me which one."

Steve hesitates, feeling more and more self-conscious by the second. He sort of wants to hide, but he also really wants Eddie to call him that again. It's probably thanks to his intoxicated brain that he allows himself to answer truthfully. "Baby," he murmurs, uncharacteristically shy.

"Yeah?" Eddie says, voice and smile softening in tandem. "You like when I call you baby, Stevie?"

Steve stares up at him with wide eyes, hardly able to believe this is really happening, and nods. "Yeah. That one."

Eddie is so close, now, that Steve can feel the warmth that emanates from his skin; can see the flecks of gold in his eyes amongst the molten chocolate brown. He's got freckles - Steve realizes. Tiny little dots across the bridge of his nose and the apples of his cheeks that form constellations on his skin. Steve thinks, maybe a bit deliriously, that he would be perfectly happy spending hours tracing them, the way astronomers of old once traced the stars.

"Eddie..." he breathes, heart pounding as he begins to feel more and more desperate for...for something. Anything to let him know that he's not the only one succumbing to the gravitational pull between them.

Eddie blinks slowly, and his eyes widen as though he's just realized something important. Steve watches his throat bob nervously before Eddie finally whispers, "Yeah, baby?"

Steve inhales sharply through parted lips - a soft, plaintive gasp that draws Eddie's eyes to his lips, and-

Oh.

That's what Steve wants, isn't it?

"I-" Steve tries, helpless to stop his own gaze from falling on Eddie's lips - pink and parted and just a little bit chapped, and so, so close.

"Baby," Eddie says again, and this time it's different. Unintentional. Like Eddie said it without meaning to. And maybe it's just the weed, but Steve swears he can feel the word burrowing its way into his chest and settling around his heart like a blanket. It makes his whole body feel warm - something only made worse by the hot coal of desire that begins smoldering low in his gut.

He's so lost in it all that he can't even bring himself to feel embarrassed when he whispers, "Please."

Steve waits with bated breath until finally, any remaining nervousness retreats from Eddie's eyes, and Eddie smiles in that way that makes Steve's stomach flutter. It's such a pretty smile. Steve can only watch as it grows closer, going cross-eyed for the briefest moment in his quest to to stare at Eddie's lips until suddenly his eyes are fluttering shut, because...because...

Because Eddie kisses him with lips still curled into a smile, and Steve thinks - utterly nonsensically - that feeling Eddie's lips against his own is so much better than just looking at them. The thought makes him giggle, just a bit, and he finds himself grinning into the kiss, too.

They part for a moment so Steve can let out another quiet giggle, and Eddie seems to pause for a moment, smiling down at Steve with poorly concealed affection. "Baby," he murmurs reverently, and then he's leaning down to capture Steve's lips in another kiss.

This time, Steve is ready for it, but it draws a muffled whimper out of him nonetheless. His nose fills with the scent of weed and cigarettes and cheap cologne - the smell of Eddie - and it's so overwhelmingly good. He lets his lips fall open on a gasp...doesn't close them when Eddie tentatively brushes his tongue against Steve's own. He shuts his eyes, because the press of Eddie's hand to his cheek and Eddie's chest to his own feel like so much more like that.

Eddie breaks the kiss to gasp in a breath, and inexplicably, that's what really sends every last bit of restraint in Steve's brain packing. It's so simple, so ordinary - the soft, quick sip of air Eddie takes in. It's a breathy little sound that Steve has heard from countless others before, but maybe that's why it puts him in this unfamiliar chokehold of wanting.

This isn't just anyone.

This is Eddie.

And Eddie is making those quiet, lovely little sounds because he's kissing Steve, and Steve is very rapidly realizing that he is utterly incapable of being normal about any of this.

He feels his cheeks go hot as he forces his heavy limbs to move so he can tangle his fingers in Eddie's curls, holding him close (because Steve thinks he might die if Eddie stops kissing him, now). And it's bliss. It's addictive. It's ruinously tender, and Steve feels himself unraveling from within. Feels the knots in his heart - left behind by absent parents, cruel friends, and distant girlfriends - turn to dust at the gentlest brush of Eddie's lips.

He whimpers into Eddie's mouth and clings to him even tighter, feeling his throat grow strangely tight as his eyes sting at the corners, and when Eddie pulls away he's got a small furrow in his brow, just under his bangs. 

"Stevie?" Eddie murmurs. His eyes dart to Steve's cheeks, and when he brushes his thumb along the skin just under Steve's eye, it drags a bit of wetness with it. Only then does Steve realize...he's crying.

And Eddie is wiping away his tears.

"I..." Steve croaks, eyes wide and spilling more tears with every blink. He drags his hands down from Eddie's hair to rest on his chest, beginning to curl into himself as the embarrassment sinks in.

Christ, he's crying. And all they've done is kiss.

Eddie's frown deepens, but he doesn't pull away completely. Instead, he lets their noses brush and breathes, "Baby..."

Steve's breath hitches.

"You're shaking, sweetheart," Eddie continues, still brushing Steve's tears away with gentle fingers. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" Steve gasps hurriedly, because as far as he understands, it's the truth. "Nothing's wrong, I just..." He closes his eyes. Swallows the lump in his throat and admits with a trembling voice, "I didn't know it could be like this."

He opens his eyes and sees Eddie's expression soften, but the concern remains. "What do you mean?"

"I just..." Steve tries, sniffling and letting out a quiet, distressed laugh. He slams his eyes shut again and rubs them roughly with his palms, trying to force the tears back into his body. "Jesus, this is fucking embarrassing, man."

"Steve..." Eddie murmurs. He sounds sad. Conflicted. Like he's not sure what to do or how to help - if he should stay or go - and that just won't do, because Steve is certain he'll drift away on the breeze without Eddie to ground him. He's got to try to explain, even with his thoughts still feeling syrupy slow from the weed.

He wants to tell Eddie that he's kissed dozens of people before, but kissing them never felt like this. He wants to explain that he's used to taking the lead, and that it's nice having someone else set the pace, for once. He wants to tell Eddie about the way most people he's kissed have done so - frantically...lustfully. Kissing has always been a simple means to an end. And it's never made Steve feel like this.

What he actually manages to say is slightly different, though.

"No one's ever kissed me like they love me, before."

His eyes are still covered by his own hands, so he can't see what is surely a stunned expression on Eddie's face, but he can hear the way Eddie gasps in response to Steve's words.

It’s too much, he thinks. He's said too much, fast-forwarded too far into the movie. It's too early to be talking about love. Steve knows this. It's just...

His stupid, floaty little brain can't envision a world where someone kisses the way Eddie does without being hopelessly, irrevocably in love.

"Shit," Steve breathes after several minutes of silence. Or maybe it's several seconds. He really doesn't know. Time feels funny, when he's high. "I know that's, like, way too much. I'm too much. I don't know why I-"

"Steve," Eddie interrupts, and Steve snaps his mouth shut. He feels Eddie's hands wrap carefully around his wrists to pull them from his eyes. Eddie is being so careful with him...like he can't see that his tenderness is exactly the thing that’s ripping Steve apart at the seams.

Steve wants to scream. He wants to cry. He wants to drag Eddie back down and kiss him until he can't breathe. Until Eddie's sweetness becomes warm and comforting instead of feeling like the scalding heat of jumping into a hot tub after a dip in the cold waters of the pool.

"Baby, look at me," Eddie says softly.

Steve is helpless but to obey.

Eddie's gaze is sad but kind when Steve finally meets it with his own. He's got the barest hint of a smile on his pretty lips - the same ones Steve so desperately wants to feel against his own, again - and Steve feels his stomach swirl with something he can't quite describe.

"It's not too much," Eddie continues, voice steady. "And neither are you, okay? You, Steve Harrington, are never too much. Not to me."

The words settle over Steve like a blanket, and he can't decide whether it's comforting or suffocating. He just wants to stop talking about things so they can move on. He just wants Eddie.

"Eds..." he rasps desperately. "I don't- I just want-" He cuts himself off with the hitching breath of what may be a sob. He's not really sure, at this point.

"What can I do, honey?" Eddie says, and he really needs to stop with the pet names, or Steve might genuinely fracture into pieces. "What do you want?"

Steve is sunk too deep into the syrupy slow feeling of the weed - too desperate to feel Eddie pressed against him again - to do anything but tell the truth.

"Just want you," he says.

Eddie smiles - eyes crinkling at the corners - and Steve breathes the sight in like oxygen. "You have me, baby," Eddie murmurs. He's rubbing small, comforting circle into the sensitive skin of Steve's wrists now, and it's perfect. It's wonderfully, disgustingly perfect.

"I do?" Steve asks dumbly. His brain feels fifteen seconds behind everything, but he thinks that's probably okay. Eddie seems to be just fine waiting for him to catch up.

"Yeah, Stevie," Eddie chuckles quietly. "Had me for a long time, now. Just wasn't sure if you would want me the way I wanted you."

"You want me," Steve says breathlessly, more to himself than to Eddie. "You wanna kiss me."

Eddie's resulting laugh is a bit louder, a bit brighter, this time. "I do," he says. The sadness is fading from his eyes, giving way to something that looks an awful lot like elation. Steve remains still and watches, entranced, as Eddie carefully hauls himself up until he can swing a leg over Steve's to straddle him.

Still smiling broadly, Eddie leans down until their faces are mere inches apart, studying Steve with those big, brown eyes. "You gonna let me?" he asks Steve, a teasing lilt to his voice.

Steve nods, lips parted in surprise he can't quite seem to shake, and Eddie's expression softens.

"Gonna let me kiss you like I love you, Stevie?" Eddie whispers.

Steve's not sure when, exactly, his tears had begun to dry up, but he knows they must have at some point, because they're returning with a vengeance, now. "Please," he breathes.

Eddie shifts, and Steve expects Eddie to go right back to kissing him, but that's not what he does.

Instead, Eddie releases one of Steve's wrists and cups his cheek tenderly. This time, the feeling of his thumb brushing the tears away is a familiar one, and it makes Steve smile dopily.

"You know the reason I kiss you like I love you?" Eddie asks. Steve shakes his head and tracks Eddie's gaze as it drifts towards the place where his fingers are still wrapped around Steve's wrist. His lips quirk into a smile as he uses his grip to pin Steve's hand to the mattress, right beside Steve's head, and laces their fingers together.

Their noses are brushing, now, and Eddie's hips are resting on Steve's, and Eddie's hair has fallen around them like a curtain to keep the rest of the world out, and it's so much. Eddie is everywhere, and he's everything, and Steve is completely, unquestioningly in love with him - probably has been in love with him for ages, now, and just never let himself think too hard about it.

"I kiss you like I love you, Steve Harrington," Eddie breathes, and their lips brush as he speaks. "Because I love you."

And the thing is…Steve has spent his entire life wondering what it would feel like to know, without a shadow of a doubt, that he was loved. It's something that's eluded him for twenty years.

So it's all the more miraculous when Eddie kisses him again, and suddenly, Steve knows. He knows that Eddie Munson loves him. He feels it in the way Eddie kisses him slowly and deliberately, like it would never have crossed Eddie's mind not to. He feels it in their linked hands, in the way Eddie squeezes his hand when Steve makes a desperate, wanton sound into his mouth.

He feels it when Eddie brushes the hair out of his eyes and smiles before kissing Steve's forehead, then his nose, and then his lips again.

Feels it when Eddie's lips begin to wander down his neck.

When Eddie sucks a mark into the thin skin above his collar bone, just because Steve begs him too.

When Eddie pulls Steve's shirt over his head with careful hands, then lets Steve do the same, because Steve needs the intimacy of skin on skin.

He feels it when Eddie stops Steve's wandering hands from venturing too far south with a firm grip and apologetic eyes, because Eddie wants him - of course he does - but not when they've been smoking. Not when there's even the slightest chance that Steve might wake up and regret it in the morning.

And he hears it, too, later that night when they're laying in Eddie's bed exchanging soft, sleepy kisses, unwilling to drift off and let the night end, just yet.

Their legs are woven together - bare, aside from their boxers - and Steve has lost track of how long they've been tangled up in each other like this. He doesn't particularly care, though. He's pretty sure he could happily spend the rest of his life exactly like this.

"Love you, Stevie," Eddie whispers against his lips. They both smile into the next kiss, and Steve's heart is full to bursting, because he believes it. He knows, now, what it feels like to be loved...to be adored.

"I love you," he murmurs in reply, relishing in Eddie's sharp intake of breath. He giggles a bit, for no reason other than the pure joy that's been coursing through his body all night. "God," he laughs. "I fucking love you, Eddie Munson.

Eddie is quiet for a moment before his face splits into a grin that could rival Steve's own, and he's so goddamn beautiful that Steve almost feels like crying again.

He doesn't cry, though. He just watches adoringly as Eddie smiles and nudges Steve's nose with his own. "Yeah, baby?" Eddie teases.

"Yeah, Eds," he answers simply.

And he's pretty sure Eddie knows - is pretty sure Eddie can feel it - because Steve kisses him for the umpteenth time that night, and he pours every ounce of his heart into it. 

Steve kisses Eddie like he loves him, because he does. God, help him, he does.

And Eddie?

Eddie kisses Steve like he loves him back, and Steve gets it now, because it’s more than just a kiss.

It’s perfect.

It’s earth-shattering.

It’s everything.

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Shout-out to @lyphyshard for the beta!

For more of my Steddie blurbs and one-shots, check out my masterlist!

[roronoaswifey]

thinking about zoro fucking you in a full nelson hold.

he fucks you relentlessly, brutally and mean, tip of his girthy cock ramming into your cervix with precision, each stroke driving your brain to mush. arms and leg bind together, you’re left open and helpless, and left no choice but to sit and take as he fucks into you with everything he has.

it’s so unintentional too; you’d started off riding him in reverse cowgirl, arms reaching back to rest as support on his toned torso, bouncing up and down on inches of dick, desperate to chase that orgasmic feeling you craved so bad. your pussy drove him to madness— the silky feel of your gummy walls tightening on his dick, gushing with wetness and rubbing up and down on his achingly hard cock, the friction resulting in creaming all over, a ring of pearly white nut encircling the base of his dick. the sounds were downright pornographic, your sticky ass clapping back on his firm thighs, and gods, zoro had to fight with every willpower stored in him to keep his damn eye open. though, he knows what his baby wants, and even if you hadn’t exactly said it (instead approaching with “hnng—daddy please!”), the desperation in your voice, the kegel in your riding, the tightening in his gut at when you fucking called him daddy and begged for him to help you sent him over the edge.

in the blink of an eye, you found your hands that once held onto a flat surface of stomach were now holding onto bulging forearms, same forearms that managed to pin your knees to your damn ears. planting his heels to the mattress of the bed, his hips snap up and lord, this new position hits an entirely deeper spot that had your glossy eyes crossing.

“fuckin’ hell, mama,” he groans, and you’re utterly helpless in his hold, your eyes dazed and rolling to the back of your head. your limbs fall limp and you feel heat spreading from your toes all the way till the top of your head. he’s fucking raw and rough, and with no choice but to lean your weight on him, you let him use you.

“s’goo— hnngg, fuuuuckkk” you babble, unable to concentrate on anything else other than the way your cervix gets abused by the tip of his girthy cock. you feel drool pool to the corner of your lips, your jaw slackened and sweat sticky between your back and his rugged chest.

“yeah?” he chuckles breathily, and though you can’t see his face, you can’t imagine anything else other than a smug look decorating his expressions. “see how greedy yer pussy’s taking my cock? clenching so damn hard,” he pants, hips snapping and the echoes of your ass clapping on his thighs mixed with your wet cunt is downright sinful, “jesus baby, y’must love it when i fuck you like this, huh?”

you nod, words stuck in the back of your throat and instead moaning pathetically. he’s taken the ability to comprehend any question he asks you, and has you completely turned on around the idea of him using his strength against you.

“words, princess,” his warm breath fans your neck, grumbles deep from his chest and you feel shivers crawl up your spine.

“y-yes— yesyesyesyes!” you whine, the words of approval falling past your lips and into the room.

“gonna fuck you full,” he groans shamelessly, feeling arousal creep up to his gut quicker than he would like to admit. you were clenching so hard and he knew he was bound to finish soon. “full of my cum, leave you oozin’ and fuck it right back into your pretty pussy. sounds good?”

“please zee,” you begged, toes curling and the familiar sensation of an orgasm washing over. you clit aches and you spray your liquids all over the sheets, down your and zoro’s thighs. “puh— please! want it—need it bad!”

“good. fuckin’. girl.” he fucks to each word before spilling hot cum into your spasming pussy. true to his word, his nut paints your walls white and you feel so full, a mini bulge forming right above your pussy due to his cock and semen filling up the tiny space. you shudder, tongue lolled as he drags your orgasm even further while chasing his own.

“fuuckkk, that’s it,” he groans, his pace slowing down as his high finally comes down. feeling sated enough, he slowly releases your limbs and you fall flat onto his chest, body weight suddenly so heavy as you twitch from the overstimulation.

with a huge ego boost, zoro chuckles, now gently wrapping your slump body with his bulky muscles. “still here wimme?” he asks you, pushing a lock of hair away from your tear streaked face. you nod sleepily, too exhausted to formulate words and he kisses your temple tenderly in understanding.

“didn’t realize you loved being used like a toy so much.” zoro teases and you tilt your head just a bit to frown at him.

“as if y’r any better..” your words come out slurred through your pout and he can’t help but release a hearty laugh at your willingness to bite back despite fatigue.

“ah, fair enough.”

;-; don’t look at me.

[chris-prank]

Ya i need to punish Dr. Seraph for ruining my plans/ripping my hero suit. Clothes are very expensive these days :(

So we tear his off and pound into him :3 !! ^^ ❤️❤️💯💯😍😍🔥🔥

Sub Yandere villain sidekick x Top GN hero reader

CW: NSFW, doggy style, top reader and slight teasing

So I got carried away and ended up writing around 1K words of smut���

Just like last time the reader is GN, it’s vague enough so you can choose if the reader has a dick or a strap-on.

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“Do you know how much it costs to make a superhero suit? And don’t even get me started on the anonymous fees!”

Real frustration could be heard in your voice as the unpleasant memories of dealing with your supplier came to mind. But you swiftly chased them away to focus back on the man tied up under you.

“I’m s-sorry, if I k-knew I would ha—”

You placed your finger on his lips, shutting him up immediately.

“I don’t want shallow excuses or explanations, I want you to repay me properly.”

Dr. Seraph looked up at you with confusion. He knew what your intentions were, you had made them abundantly clear, yet he couldn’t connect the dots. How is him being tied up with bondage tape directly related to destroying your suits? Furthermore, he was wondering why you even had bondage tape in the first place! The mad scientist wasn’t complaining of course, but it’s not like it was efficient to apprehend criminals in any way, except…

You must have brought it with you just for this specific outcome! That’s it! You had planned on taking him for yourself! Oh, how quickly he convinced himself this was the truth and how flattered he was about it. And no matter how insane this conclusion was, he was indeed right.

He waited for you to take your finger off him to ask for clarification, but before he could open his mouth you effortlessly flipped him on his stomach, making the man yelp. You weren’t finished as you grabbed his hips, pressing his backside against your pelvis. That was enough to make this genius's brain go blank. He was already turned on by the predicament he had found himself in, but now a primitive desire had taken over any sense of logic he still possessed.

“Since you seem to love ruining my superhero suits, I think it's time for me to do the same with your uniform. That's the only punishment I’ll accept.” You caress his waist back and forth before adding, “I’m sure you’re fine with that, right?”

“Mm..y-yes.” He responded with a feeble voice.

You smiled to yourself, happy that he was so responsive. You took a handful of the fabric in your fist and pulled. His pants ripped apart like paper, making you feel like you were unwrapping a birthday gift. You tore until every inch of his private parts was exposed. The man gasped at this vulgar sight and buried his head back into the pillow.

You, on the contrary, admired your work. In this position, Vincent had the most perfect arched back and his ruined pants gave him a particular disheveled look. Soon enough, you had taken off your suit from the waist down, tossing it to the side without a care. A rush of excitement came to you when you felt Dr. Seraph pressing himself against your groin while letting out subtle whimpers.

You grope both of his ass cheeks as a response, before spreading them apart. With precise movements, you poured lubricant on top of it and prevented it from leaking all the way down by spreading it on his asshole. You stopped and instead rubbed your tip against his entrance to make it wet as well. After you were done, It was slightly glistening in the dim light of the room. By now, his noises had gotten louder, his legs trembling in anticipation.

“Are you ready Vincent?”

Hearing you say his real name made his cock and hole twitch.

“P-please, p-put it in.” He whined, impatience filling his voice.

He had already put aside the fact that this was supposed to be a punishment. He didn’t care if you destroyed his clothes, he had other ones, but there was only one you. Hell, he would let you tear down his entire wardrobe if it meant he could be fucked by you every night.

You grab his hips with one hand, making sure he would stay up right, and you positioned yourself with the other to stuff him full. Vincent threw his head back and cried out a lewd moan as your cock disappeared in his ass. You weren’t even down to the base that he was already gripping the sheets, nails digging through it. You also noticed it had gone in easy, a bit too easy even considering the lub.

“Someone has been preparing himself for me.” You teased, sinking deeper inside him.

Blood shot directly to the man’s face and to his cock, much to his embarrassment. He was already rock-hard, but the simple fact of implying that he has been stretching his insides for you, almost made him cum on the spot.

“Nggf…I-I didn’t…A-aahh! Mng—”

“Oh but you’ve been fucking yourself at the thought of me, haven’t you?” One of your hands grabbed onto his dick, giving it a few strokes while you added, “don’t worry I’m not mad.”

Vincent tried to hold in a sob by biting down his lips, as the mix of both different kinds of pleasure assaulted his nervous system. Though, nothing could prevent the tears from rolling down his eyes and into his mouth while he tried to answer you, emphasis on “tried”.

“Y—Mngh…” He couldn’t finish his sentence, as he felt your pelvis against his butt, meaning ou were completely inside him.

You waited until the mess of a man had visibly relaxed, before pulling back and thrusting inside again with more speed. The sounds of flesh smacking together and Vincent’s moan filled your ears like a melody. The way you bucked against him without mercy was contrasted with your thumb gently rubbing his hips in a praise like gesture.

There was one thing that was bothering you, as you glared at the upper half of his body. You had rolled up his coat a little when you were massaging his waist earlier, yet it wasn’t enough. You took the base of his uniform and ripped it in half all the way to his neck, the roll of your hips never faltering. Satisfied, you bent down and kissed his newly bare shoulders.

“That’s much better, don’t you think?” You took the chance to nibble there too, “And now your outfit is ruined, just like all my suits.”

“Nnhg Uh-uhh.” Whines and moans, mixing together as Vincent wished to speak.

You smile against his skin, satisfied with this little punishment.

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I tried to match your freak, so I hope you enjoyed it 💅🏻

(Oh and I can tell you that Dr. Seraph will have a lot of explaining to do the next day when he arrives in a wheelchair at a meeting.)

[coeurify]

Ellabs fucking you dirtyyy with breeding straps…

Like strap sucking is so underrated to begin with but strap sucking + a breeding strap facial??? A need. Like breeding straps aren’t limited to cuming inside the reader just imagine kneeling for Ellie and Abby and hearing them coo at you encouragingly while you suck them off. Or Ellie behind you talking about how deep she’s gonna breed you while Abby shoves her strap down your throat. OR Ellie holding you open for Abby as her strap feels so deep you’re sure she’s actually in your guts. Just need reader to be left a completely limp fucked out mess covered is ellabs cum😊

omg !!!!! 18 +

“In—” you beg, your lip quivering, your shaking hands grasping at Abby’s moving hips, fingers hooking in the tight, black harness that hug her waist, keeping her strap snug against her— the strap that drilled into your soaked cunt, clenching around every punishing thrust.

“In what baby?” Ellie’s voice cooed, soft lips pressed against your temple, ogling the filthy sight in front of her as she lounged, her own strap laying heavily between her relaxed thighs.

“W’nt abs to cum inside me-” you continue, your toes curling with Abby’s thrusts quickened at your words, your sweaty face tipping back, taken over by a moan.

“Switch.” Abby’s voice came out muffled, gritted by the pearly white teeth she clenched as she shoved you off of her strap, another loud hiss falling from Ellie’s lips at the sight of the shiny slick that covered the base, a squeal sounding from your own mouth. “No-” you beg pathetically at the empty feeling, not even attempting to fight as two sets of large hands grasp your hips, maneuvering you around like their own personal ragdoll.

“Want her mouth,” someone— you can barely tell in your fucked out state— demands as your face is shoved down against the sheets, your cheek hitting the soft material with a small whimper, a harsh grip pulling your hips up, shoving them back against someone’s pelvis.

“My turn with this pretty pussy, huh? Gonna let me fill you up baby? Gonna let me watch it spill out?” Ellie questions, your floating brain finally finding its way back to your skull as you nod quickly, pulling a chuckle from the green eyed girl. Hands that are too big to be Ellie’s lift you up on your elbows, nearly hanging off the edge of the bed as Abby grips your cheeks, standing at the edge of the bed as she forces your fluttering eyes to focus on her. “Open your mouth.”

You waste no time, your mouth falling open at the very moment Ellie’s fingers part your sticky folds, the tip of her strap teasing the clenching hole.

Your moan is swallowed by the wet silicone that invaded your mouth, gaping your lips as Abby groans like it’s her own cock sitting pretty against your tongue.

“There you go princess.” Abby grunts, the delicious friction of the harness against her clit has her head tilting back, your own slight gag against the strap adding to the shock of pleasure that rolls through her body. Your hips grind back, slipping the first inch of Ellie into you.

“Fuckk, look how she’s swallowing me,” Ellie marvels to the blonde, who cranes her neck to watch as Ellie slams you completely back on her cock, your moan muffled by Abby’s own strap, a small gag causing drool to pool in your mouth, dripping from the corners of your lips.

“Give it to her, Els,” Abby demands, the slow, calculated thrusts that Ellie gives you not up to the blonde’s standards. Ellie, always quick to listen, adjusts her position, blunt nails digging into the fatty flesh of your hips as she pistons harder into you. If you could wail out at the feeling— at how it hit that perfect spot in you, you would. But all that comes is a gargled noise, more spit dripping down your chin, collecting on the messy sheets beneath you.

“Shit,” Ellie husked, trying to keep her own moans from the rubbing against her clit quiet— too keen on hearing the squelched noises that come from beneath her, the creamy ring of your wetness on the purple silicone enchanting her glazed over eyes, bottom lip sucked between her lips.

“Such— a fuckin—perfect— mouth—” Abby bites, each word followed by a thrust. Her hand gripping the nape of your neck, reveling in the tears that pooled in the corner of your pretty eyes, your eyelashes fluttering, catching the droplets of water as you tried your best to be good for your girls, gripping the sheet under your fists.

“ ‘M close Abby,” Ellie warned, her thrusts un-uniformed and messy, searching more pressure against the throbbing clit under her harness.

“Me too,” Abby huffed, her cheeks flushed so red that if your mouth wasn’t full, you probably would’ve made a bratty comment about it. Instead you do your best to relax your jaw, welcoming Abby’s cock even deeper in, a bitten off groan following.

Sometimes you swore these girl’s could really feel the way you wrapped around them.

“Gonna fill you up,” Ellie babbled, her trembling hand moving down to grip the base of her strap, eyes catching on Abby, waiting for the right moment. “You gonna let us fuck our babies into you, hm?” Ellie continued, always the noisier one. Her words are slurred, spurred on by how her stomach clenches with each plunge into you, nearing her own climax as your thighs shake with the impending feeling of your own enclosing in on your blotchy vision.

“Fuck—Now,” Abby rasps, her own words sounding slightly more whiny, her hand grasping to push you closer against her, hips grinding into the pressure of her harness, free wrist moving to grip her own strap.

Your gargled, choked out moan sounds as you cum around Ellie’s strap, your back arching as much as it can, knees giving out— but Ellie is quick to wrap an arm around your waist— holding you up as both girl’s squeeze their straps.

The breeding liquid floods every damn sense you can imagine, eyes rolling back as the warmth fills your used pussy, Ellie groaning as she cums at the very same time, the back of her strap harness wet with her own finish, thrusts slowing as she swears under her breath, pulling out with little warning.

Abby takes a few more shallow thrusts, hissing at the little choked coughs you make around her. When she finally does finish, she shivers, holding your head flush against her as she rides out the orgasm. The minute she pulls out, a messy string of spit mixed with the thick breeding strsp cream connects the silicone to your lips. Your elbows shake, falling against the bed with your fucked our body, your front half finding the comfort of the bed beneath you as you cough, your wet face sticking to the sheets.

“Come look at this mess,” Ellie’s voice wavers, arm still keeping your back half up, admiring how your cunt pulses, globs of creamy liquid dripping over and out your folds.

“Fuck angel,” Abby croons, following Ellie’s voice to eye the sight.

“You were fuckin’ made to be bred.”

[marshmallowdarling]

Retired Knight! Simon is the last person to come around to the thought of you (surprise surprise). Because like these are his boys, who are you to come in and try and steal them away? 

Very much jealous and possessive and the other men eat that shit up! Wrapping his arm around his captains waist when you come into the room, throwing an arm around Johnny’s shoulder while he makes you all breakfast (because everyone needs to eat including you and even though he doesn’t like the idea of you he doesn’t hate you), pressing himself into Kyle’s back while Kyle washes the dishes. Just little things that silently say ‘he’s mine’. 

But again, he doesn’t hate you as much as he loathes the king throwing you into their home and in a way he pity’s you. Having to be a ‘spouse’ for their general who already has three boys at his side, a loveless marriage and having to be the ‘other person’. 

He watches you, at first he didn’t mean to. Habits from the army were hard to break and patrolling their home was a way to soothe his nerves and drain his energy so he wasn’t itching to do something, and he sees you trying to tend to the few animals John got as a present. Key word is ‘trying’ because bless your heart you have never really taken care of barn animals, seen then yes and touched one once or twice but actually tended to one? You thought you had an idea on how to take care of them but that gets thrown out of the window when you try but you don’t want to ask the boys because how hard is it? And you really want to prove you can be useful… 

So, he watches and watches. Watches as you try to haul some hay over to the horse and almost throw out your back. He watches as you try to carry a bucket that seems manageable, but you can barely even lift it an inch from the ground, waddling with it swinging everywhere and needing to set it on the ground for a few seconds after a few feet before trying again and then stopping and then trying again and then stopping and then trying-

And he watched with a raised brow from under his mask when he sees you happily feed the cows some melon, patting their short fur… until another cow’s big wet tongue laves over your hands, and another cows large tongue curls around your shirt- and by the end you’re a wet, sticky mess. 

After watching you for a while he decides he should try to help, not because he likes you but because everyone needs to start somewhere right? And watching you every day failing was painful but you did surprise him when each time you would get back up and dust yourself off…. Even when sometimes you had a little cry or swear before you got up, but you still got up and every time a hint of respect flashed in him. 

He gets to the small barn before you do, knowing your routine from watching you almost every day for a month. When you get there and are rightfully confused he doesn’t say anything for a bit before picking up one of the two buckets on the floor next to your feet, the one with most amount of stuff, before wordlessly showing you how to hold it properly and feed the cows. He doesn’t even ask you to do anything, just letting you stay near the second bucket and after a few minutes when you do get the hint he just gives you a little nod. 

Each day after starts like that, until Kyle realises what’s happening and comes around with a nice cuppa for the both of you while you work in the early mornings. 

But Simon still doesn’t like you, he just tolerates your presents. It’s what he says anyways when Kyle teases him about it while under him, but Simon just grunts and buries his feeling while putting the brat under him in his place. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ HOW DO WE LIKE?!?! I'm sorry for dropping but my family is going THROUGH it right now but here's a little peaky peak into my brain lmao

Tag List (omg mom look I made it); @sheep-from-rad , @aldis-nuts , @reap3erslov3 , @pasanau4

[farfromstrange]

Fictober Day 18: Mirror Sex

Fictober Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Prompt: Mirror Sex (✨)

Summary: Matt decided to move a mirror before your bed.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), mirror sex, slight dom!Matt, dirty talk, use of "good girl"

Word Count: 902

Read Me On AO3! (Coming soon)

He turned the floor-length mirror you brought into the relationship toward the bed. You didn’t think much of it, at first—you were too focused on his head between your legs, lapping at your pussy like a man starved, to pay much mind to the inanimate object—until he told you, “Turn around. On your stomach, now.”

That is how you got here, ass in the air and staring at your reflection in the mirror as Matt thrusts his thick cock into your cunt from behind. 

“Look at you,” he grunts, pushing his hips into yours. “Tell me what you see.”

He can hear it. He can hear how fast you’re breathing, those moans that get stuck in your throat when you are overwhelmed, and he can feel how tightly your walls are clutching him. Matt can feel you all around him, but he can’t see you. He can’t see your eyes rolled back into your head, can’t see the way your back is arching, or how your skin glistens in the purple light of the Billboard streaming in from outside. He can’t see how fucking lewd you look, and you have hardly seen it yourself. 

He wants you to experience this in a way close to what he is experiencing every time he fucks you. Every time he gives you pleasure or takes it in return. He wants you to see what he is doing to you, and paint him a picture his brain will never forget. 

The room is filled with the obscene slapping of skin against skin, wetness trickling down his cock and onto his thighs, as he takes you hard enough for your pussy to remember him for days to come. 

You won’t be able to walk when he is done with you.

He curls his fingers around your neck and hoists you up. “Eyes up,” he commands. “Focus.”

You cry out. The sight of you is entirely too much. 

“Tell me what you see. C’mon.”

You can see his hand around your throat, his index finger resting against your lips as you choke out pieces of a sentence. 

Your breasts jolting every time he thrusts into you. 

Your back arched.

His cock disappearing in your wet cunt.

Your swollen clit. 

Hickeys on every inch of skin he could find before. 

And you can see him. You can see his brows furrowed, lips parted and abs straining. His thick thighs are broad enough for you to catch them behind yours, thrusting and thrusting and thrusting, barely pulling out before he slides back into you. 

You can barely breathe, barely even talk. When you go silent though, he squeezes his fingers against your pulsepoint, and he commands you to tell him again. To tell him what you see. 

It is like watching porn, almost. You watch yourself get taken apart by him, and it pushes you closer to the edge. It curls the beginnings of an orgasm in the pit of your belly, so intense that you can’t help but cry for mercy. 

Matt hoists you up even higher, chest against your back. His heart is hammering to the beat of yours. 

“See that?” He cups your pussy. “See how fucking wet you are, sweetheart? Hm?” 

He has never looked hotter, you think. Eager fingers rub at your clit, and you watch as he brushes against his own cock. It makes him hiss. It makes him twitch, buried deep in your velvety walls. 

God, you won’t last like this.

His fingers speed up. “I want you to see what you look like when you come,” he says. “I want you to watch. Watch you come all over my cock. Watch me fill you up. Watch…”

You clench around him, eyes threatening to close. He takes your breath away with a simple flick of his fingers, and you have no choice but to watch as your orgasm washes over you.

What strikes you most though is what he looks like when he comes from this angle, spilling deep inside you. You feel him, and you can see him, and you come the hardest you have in your entire life. 

For a moment, you black out. You can’t see or feel anything other than his cum leaking out of you. You can’t breathe under his hand, but oxygen seems useless anyway. You’re not alive, you’re not existing, you’re just there. You’re there and nowhere, floating in a bubble between space and time as you so often do, but it takes an eternity for the wave to subside. It continues to crash and drown you, and it almost kills you. 

Matt barely catches your fragile body as you collapse in on yourself. 

“Shhh,” he coos, lowering the two of you back down on the bed.

He is fragile—overly sensitive and overstimulated, too—but in this moment, you are all that matters to him. 

“You so well,” he tells you. “Take a deep breath.”

You inhale, following the steady rise and fall of his chest to come back to reality. 

“Good girl. I’m so proud of you.”

When you look in the mirror this time, you find yourself safe and sound wrapped in his arms, and everything falls back in place.

“That was…” you trail off. 

Again, Matt shushes you. He squeezes your hand. Three times. I love you. 

You squeeze back. Four times. I love you too.

You might keep the mirror where it is, after all. 

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[yeonzzzn]

hehehe bec my love I have a very important request 😌

may I so kindly request a yandere yeonjun fic where he realizes that another member has a crush on his s/o, so he decides to show them just who you belong to and fucks you in the living room so when the said member walks in he sees. you can quite literally go as insane as you'd like I won't mind 🤭

(im sure you know who this is but much love and have fun *muwh*)

yandere yeonjunnnnnnn😮‍💨 big brain idea. yeonjun is so yandere coded. (I see you my love don’t worry *muwh*)

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that girl is mine: choi yeonjun

pairing: yeonjun x afab!reader word count: 1.8k

Yeonjun wasted no time bending you over the back of the couch, hissing out a warning to not move as he slid your shorts and panties down to your ankles. 

You grip the couch cushions, biting at your lips to keep quiet. You kept running through your head on what flipped a switch within your boyfriend to behave like this, usually, he’s so sweet and caring even during sex, but right now? His eyes filled with lust and his movements filled with desperation. 

And desperate Yeonjun was. 

He’s had his suspicions for a while now that Soobin had a small crush on you. The moment Yeonjun picked up on it he was pissed. Pissed like a dog who was fixing to get bone taken from him and ready to bite and bark at anyone who looked at it for too long. 

You were his bone. He was so possessive and obsessed with you that it actually drove him crazy. Wanting to fight anyone who looked at you or even in your general direction. 

Yeonjun did nothing about it at first when he caught on to Soobin’s little crush. Trying to not make a scene or act out in any way that could cause problems within the group. That’s the last thing Yeonjun wanted. 

But earlier today his suspicions were true and real. Yeonjun wasn’t crazy like he thought he may have been. 

He caught Soobin checking your ass out as you bent down to the floor to pick up the plastic cup you dropped from the cabinet. Yeonjun knew Soobin purposely didn’t help you grab it from the top shelf, watching as he took a step back to stare at your ass as you reached on your tiptoes for the cup. Then followed your ass to the tile floor as you bent down to pick it up. 

What made it worse was the laugh and teasing Soobin did after you picked up the cup and was now standing normally and facing him. 

The way Soobin fucked you with his eye burned a rage into Yeonjun that he didn’t know was possible. 

It burned so bad that Yeonjun waited until Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Huening Kai left the dorm to go shopping, waited for Soobin to sit in front of his computer to play Overwatch, and waited until those headphones slid onto his head. 

Soobin usually plays games with his door closed, but Yeonjun is sneaky. Tiptoeing carefully down the hall to crack open his bedroom door and quickly making his way to his bedroom, pulling you off his bed and into the living room. 

You were in a deep nap when Yeonjun woke you from your sleep, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as his hand slid down your panties and rubbed your heat until you were squirming and soaked. That’s when he pulled you from his bed and into the living room. 

You tried to protest as his lips connected to yours and his hands felt every inch of your body. “Junnie,” you said in between his aggressive kisses, “Soobin is still home.” 

And that’s how you ended up bent over the couch, Yeonjun hissing his warnings, “Don’t fucking move unless I tell you to. And keep his name out of your mouth.” 

You’ve seen your boyfriend jealous before, but never like this. Or at least to your knowledge. 

Yeonjun was a hard yandere, he knew it too. And always made it a point to keep it hidden from you, not wanting you to see his crazy side. But right now? He didn’t care. He had a point to make. 

But you kept quiet and unmoving, listening as Yeonjun’s jeans touched and scraped across the floor and away from him, his hands lifting your legs one by one to remove your panties and shorts from your ankles. 

His cold hands touched your ass ad he got down on his knees, spreading your cheeks apart, loving the lewd sounds your cunt made as the lips moved apart, seeing how dripping your cunt was. Yeonjun licked his lips before moving in, “Such a pretty pussy, all for me. All MINE.” 

You gasped at the feeling of his tongue flatting against your hole, gripping the couch cushions even tighter and holding back each moan you wanted to let out, not wanting Soobin to hear them. 

But that was Yeonjun’s plan. He wanted Soobin to hear. Want to get you moaning so loud Soobin would be able to hear it over his headset. 

He couldn’t tell you this though, you’d be against the whole plan and then pull him into his bedroom to fuck you. But no, oh no, he couldn’t have that. Yeonjun’s plan was just starting. 

He chuckled into your pussy, the vibrations sending chills up your entire body, “Junnieeee,” you softly moan. 

“Louder baby,” he said into your cunt, “Moan my name louder.” 

You couldn’t wrap your head around what had gotten into him, but let his name roll from your lips a bit louder than before. 

Yeonjun wasn’t satisfied though. He locked his tongue to your clit, sliding three fingers into your cunt. Knowing this would get you moaning louder. 

He flicked your clit with each stroke of his fingers moving in and out of you, your breathing became more uneven as you pant from the friction. Gasping out for the air to return back into your lungs that he was making escape. 

Even though Yeonjun wanted to prove who you belonged to, he couldn’t do it without making sure you were also being pleasured, your happiness came above everything else. It just so happened he was knocking two birds out with one stone. 

But you still weren’t moaning loud enough for him, your voice only going an octave higher each time he told you to go louder. 

Yeonjun released his lips from your cunt, standing back up to his feet and gripping your leg, and bending it over the top of the couch, making you completely spread out before him. 

“Fuck,” he hissed, rubbing the tip of his cock at your entrance, teasing you by sliding only the tip in and back out. Wanting to hear you beg for him. Wanting to hear your pretty voice say specific words as a way to reassure him. 

“Junnieee,” you pleaded, tilted your head back to look at him, “Please fuck me, wanna feel you.” 

Those were the exact words he needed to hear. What he wanted to hear. To hear his name. Not Soobin’s or any other males. But his and only his. 

You yelp out at the feeling of him pushing into you in such a fast motion, bottoming out as his tip kissed your cervix, “This pussy was made for me,” he groans, sliding all the way back out, then aggressively pushing back in, “For me and only me.” 

You bit your lips again, forcing on the grip your hands had on the couch to keep from moaning too loud. But your hard will was failing. You couldn’t keep that strength up, not when Yeonjun was pistoning his hips so hard and fast against your body, his hand on your thigh gripping as if his life depended on it. That the plush of your skin was the only way to save him. 

But Yeonjun was growing patient, he needed Soobin to hear you. Needed to hear how good he was fucking you. Needed Soobin to understand that you didn’t belong to him. 

Yeonjun gripped a handful of your hair, yanking and pulling you up against his chest, “Scream my name.” 

You didn’t get the chance to even part your lips before his hand was now clenching your jaw, his fingers prying open your mouth, “I said scream my name.”

So you did, moaning out his name in a chanting form in sync with his thrusts. 

Yeonjun’s eyes darted down the hallway, barely being able to see Soobin still at his desk. 

He gritted his teeth, mouth going to your ear, “Scream for Soobin.” 

Your eyes widened, heart nearly stopping, “W-what?” 

“You heard me,” he hisses, “Call for him. Now.” 

Yeonjun’s hand connected to your ass with a slap, you hissed and moaned out in pleasure from it, screaming out his name instead. 

“No, baby,” he whispers in your ear, biting the shell, “Call for Soobin, or else I won't let you cum.” 

You wanted to be bratty, but knew it would get you anywhere. Yeonjun thrust harder into you, holding his hips against your ass, his tip threatening to break the barrier of your cervix. 

So you called out for Soobin. Moaned out his name like your boyfriend asked you to. 

Yeonjun looked back at the door to Soobin’s room, watching as he lifted his hand to the left side of his headset, pushing the muff off his ear. Yeonjun smiled, he heard his name being called. 

“Again,” he breathes into your ear, “Do it again.” 

But this time, knowing Soobin would come rushing out, Yeonjun fucked into you like he would when no one else was around. Feeling the satisfaction once Soobin’s name left your lips for the final time. 

Yeonjun was getting lost in your pussy now, knowing his plan was coming to an end. 

He lifted his eyes from your back and to the hall, a smirk playing on his face seeing his leader standing there staring with wide eyes. 

“Finally,” Yeonjun chuckles, “About fucking time you showed up.” 

You lift your head to see Soobin standing at the entrance of the living room. Your heart feels like it actually stopped. 

“See this?” Yeonjun hissed in anger, pulling you up by your neck and close to his chest as he fucked into you even faster, “She’s mine. All mine. If I catch you looking at her like that again, it’s over for you.” 

Then it finally clicked in your head what Yeonjun was doing. You also knew Soobin had a small crush. But never addressed it to anyone. It was a small crush, it was harmless. Soobin respected you and your relationship with Yeonjun. He always had and always would no matter the feelings he felt towards you. 

Yeonjun knew deep down that it was harmless. That Soobin probably hated himself for even catching feelings for you when you didn’t belong to him. But that didn’t stop this from happening. Yeonjun needed to make it clear you were his. 

“That girl is mine,” Yeonjun hissed the final words, feeling relief that Soobin understood. 

He turned around quickly cursing under his breath, “I already knew she was yours you fucking dumbass.” Then the sound of his bedroom door slamming echoed throughout the whole dorm. 

Yeonjun bent you back over the top of the couch, his chest still connecting to your back as he pounded into you. But not with aggression like before. It was not filled with love and passion, he was finally back to the Yeonjun you knew of him. Or well, the sweet non yandere side of him. 

“You’re mine, understand? No one else can have you.”

[calypsocolada]

MOTIVATION | y. itadori

(click here for part two) synopsis: yuji thinks back about what really has been motivating him... author's note: hi <3 this story was requested by @smsm22! thanks so much for your request and I hope you enjoy!!! might fuck around and write a part two... cw: not proofread, some violence and blood, fluff, fem reader wc: 3.1k

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There’s something special about motivation. Something that keeps people on the right track. Keeps them in line, keeps them learning. Every single person has something that keeps them motivated. Keeps them moving and chugging along. Finding that something isn’t as easy.

Itadori’s motivation had been black and white. He wanted to save people. To keep people safe. Easy. Succinct. To the point. He wasn’t much one for complicating things. He liked it that way. You’d been helping him train for some weeks now, helping him with his cursed energy. Teaching him how to fight and not only win but maybe get through a fight unscathed. But the one that you always said to him was that he lacked the right motivation. The kind that kept your heart beating when the rest of you was too tired and beat up to move. The motivation that was worth fighting for. He’d asked what yours was and you had said your family. That one of your cousins was killed by a curse and you’d fight to make sure your family never felt the pain of a loss like that ever again. He racked his brain night and day to find something that you’d accept. Sometimes he replayed a single moment in his head whilst training and fighting. And that’s when it finally clicked.

~

He was running late to class. He almost always was. He’d visit his grandpa in the morning and always get sidetracked talking with the nurses on his way out. So he was running, barely dodging most of the people in his path. He could see the front door of the school, he picked up his pace and just as he took a long stride up the stairs you stepped in his way. Itadori gasped, slamming unceremoniously into you. But you didn’t go down because his hands flew to grab your shoulders, it was a clumsy act but it got the job done. He’d prevented you from being taken down with him as he sprawled out onto the grass. He laid there for a moment stunned and dazed. 

“God! Are you okay?” You rushed for him. Slowly Itadori rolled over in the grass, the front of his white shirt stained green. He gave you a thumbs up from the ground and let his rattling brain calm for a moment. “You’re fast,” You stated and when Itadori raised his head slightly you had this amused look on your face. But beyond that it hit him that you were most likely the prettiest girl he’d probably ever seen in his entire life. He was speechless. Actually speechless. His lips parted but there wasn’t a single coherent thought in that brain of his besides two words. Beautiful girl. It sounded like an alarm in his brain, red and blaring as a smile fitted to your lips. “Are you okay?” You had asked again. Itadori blinked, mouth dry as he slowly nodded his head. You stepped closer, reaching out a hand. “I messed up your shirt.” You remarked as he reached and took your hand, letting you pull him to his feet. Your hand was soft and cold, a stark difference from your sharp and warm eyes. When standing to his full height he was just about an inch or two taller than you, he wasn’t sure why but he liked that.

“I’m Yuji.” He said quickly, as though he wouldn’t get the chance. You looked up at him, that same smile fitting your lips. 

“Yuji… I’m Y/n.” You answered. Itadori’s cheeks blushed profusely, first at the eye contact and next at the way your voice rasped on his name. He didn’t think he’d ever want to hear his name again unless it was spoken from your lips. Your name swum in his head as you reached and tucked your hair behind your ears. 

“I haven’t seen you around school.” I would’ve noticed you if you had, he’d said in his mind.

“I don’t go here, I was just… visiting a friend.” You said, a gentle breeze blowing your hair. 

“Oh… I’m Yuji by the way.” He said nervously. He watched a laugh bubble from your lips as you giggled. 

“Yes, you already told me that.” You said. Itadori’s face went beet red. 

“Right! I did… Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I won’t forget it now.” You joked, tapping the side of your head. “Yuji.” You added. His knees went weak. 

“Y/n!” A voice called from the bottom of the stairs. You both turned, there was a boy standing at the bottom of the stairs Itadori didn’t recognize. Black spiky hair, lips turned down in a frown. “Come on.” He beckoned to you as you waved to him. 

“Sorry, gotta go.” You smiled. “Take care, Yuji. And try not to slam into any more unsuspecting girls.” You called over your shoulder as you walked towards the other boy.

“Bye.” Itadori responded softly as he watched you ruffle the other boy's hair, walking off with him. 

Itadori expected to never see you again. He’d gone through each class like the five stages of grief. In English he was in denial that it had even happened, that maybe he’d hit his head too hard on the ground. In math he was frustrated that he hadn’t asked for your number. In gym class he wondered if he’d racked up enough good karma to trade it in for a glimpse of you again. At lunch he ate in silence as his friend laughed and joked around him, his thoughts about you and how you were probably dating that boy that had called out to you. By the end of the day he’d accepted that was probably the first and last time he’d see you and that sat like a stone in the pit of his stomach.

“Who’s that?” Megumi asked as you jogged down the stairs towards him. 

“Arch nemesis, every girl needs one.” You joke, reaching and ruffling the frowning boy's hair. Megumi glowers at you as he pushes your hand away to fix his hair. 

“We're after a cursed object and you’re out flirting.” He grumbles as you scoff out a laugh.

“I was not flirting.”

“Was pink hair aware of that?” Megumi questions as you roll your eyes.

“Come on, grumpy, let’s check around the back.” 

After a bit of searching you were called back to the school as Megumi stayed behind, claiming he had a feeling that the object was still somewhere near the school. You talked with Gojo for a bit, did some homework, had a shower and was nice and tucked into bed when your phone started ringing off the hook. You jumped at the sound, only because it was Megumi’s ringtone and that boy hated to call, he’d always preferred sending cryptically short texts.

“Megumi?” You answered. There was a bit of rustling, then some yelling. “Megumi?” You asked again just before the line went dead. You immediately recalled his number, pressing the speaker button as you clicked on his location. The line rang and rang and went to voicemail just as his location finally loaded. He was still at that school. It was late, too late for him to be there still. You jumped out of bed, grumbling as you pulled on some clothes and sneakers, busting out of your dorm, hair still wet from your shower. You shot a text to Gojo as you hopped into a taxi. 

Ten minutes later you were pulling into the school and the closer you got the more you felt this aching sense of dread. Even more apparent as you exited the car and broke off into a run. You felt the cursed energy spewing in droves all over this school and wondered how in the world you hadn’t felt this earlier. It was almost suffocating. 

You shouldered open the front door, the energy pressing into you as you ran towards the commotion a few floors up. 

“Megumi?” You yelled out, as a few smaller curses bumbled their way towards you. You took them out with ease, continuing up the steps, your sneakers squeaking on the tile flooring. When you finally got to the roof you spotted something big and imposing just outside the window, you heard yelling and spotted Megumi’s spiky hair. You blew out a breath, shouldering open the roof door into pure chaos. Megumi turned at the sound, his eyes finding you as you took in the scene. Not only was he here but the boy with the pink hair from earlier was here as well, blood on the side of his forehead. 

“Y/n! Take this!” Megumi yelled and with no prior warning tossed something small and weighty towards you. “Take it and run!” You caught the thing, it was cold and purple and disgusting. It was… a finger? 

“What the fuck?” You gasped as the curse Megumi had been fighting roared with anger, eyes now set on you. Whatever the thing was you shoved your way back towards the door only for the curse to shoot out and grab you midstep, yanking you hard towards its mouth. With both your arms pinned in its grasp you screamed in terror, unable to use your technique. “I was tucked in bed you asshole!” You growled at Megumi as the curse dragged you right past him, the finger in your possession tumbled from your grasp, falling onto the concrete. For a split second you met eyes with the pink haired boy as he sprinted, swiping the finger from the ground, holding it up for the curse to see. 

“I have it! Let her go!” He yelled desperately. The curse paused, directing its attention to him before tossing you backwards and gunning for him. You hit the concrete hard, sliding and tumbling to a stop, dazed. You felt a wet hot streak of blood fall from the side of your forehead, and as you tried to push to your feet you blacked out. 

“Y/n? Y/n! Hey… you alright? Please wake up, I do not want to carry you off this roof!” Your eyes slowly fluttered open, your head aching as Megumi came into view. He blew out a sigh of relief sitting back on his heels as Gojo just beside him blew out a scoff of laughter. 

“I don’t think you could carry her if you tried, kid.” He jested as Megumi shot him a look. Slowly you sat up.

“What happened?” You asked, voice rough. 

“Well… that’s a long story. Come on, we need to get going.” Megumi says as he helps you to your feet. 

“W-wait… where’s that boy?” You asked as Megumi pointed. You turned to see Gojo holding the pinked haired boy on his back, the boy was unconscious. You hearted lurched.

“He’s fine… well… fine enough.” Megumi says as you furrow your brows, following Gojo off the roof. 

“What happened?”

“He ate that cursed finger.”

“He ate that thing?” You echoed.

“Uh huh.” “Yep.” Both Megumi and Gojo answered at the same time. You blinked a few times, trying to remember what exactly happened before you blacked out. 

“Fuck.” 

Itadori had finally settled in just a bit. A lot had happened in the past few hours. He’d met you. Moped at school. Fought a curse. Saw you again. Saw you in trouble. Ate an ancient cursed object to save you. Passed out for hours. Woke up, was told he was going to be executed. Then told it was going to be on hold for just a bit. Was brought to a new school, saw spiky hair again and given a new room. Where he was now resting for a second. That was until someone knocked at his door. Itadori got to his feet, crossing his room and pulling open the door.

There you were. You were in different clothes, a nice white tank top and baggy gray sweatpants. You had a bruise on your forehead from where the curse had thrown you, one that matched the cut on Itadori’s forehead. Itadori stepped back, an awestruck look on his face.

“Morning,” You greeted. “I heard you were finally settled so I wanted to come see you.” 

“See me?” Itadori echoes, a smile fits to your lips. 

“Yeah, to thank you, for saving Megumi and I.”

“Oh! Uh- yeah of course… that was nothing.”

“It wasn’t nothing. You… were incredibly brave and… I’m sorry you got dragged into all of this.” 

“Oh… you mean…”

“The execution.” You finish as Itadori nods his head, shrugging his shoulders. 

“It… it’s worth it.”

“Hm?”

“Saving you was worth the trouble.” Itadori confessed. You blushed at his words, your heart doing a little flip in your chest. You bite your lip to keep from smiling too large as you blow out a soft laugh.

“That was… technically my first mission, which is why it went so terribly so… in return for saving me I’d like to help you.” You say as Itadori slightly cocks his head, sort of like a dog. 

“Hm?”

“I’ll help you train, get stronger so that maybe they’ll cancel your execution… permanently.”

“You’d do that?”

“For you. Yeah.” You answer. This time it was Itadori’s turn to blush and blush he did. He felt that weakness in his knees again when you met his eyes with a promising sort of tone to your words. 

~

Itadori had replayed the moment of you being dragged off towards a curses mouth every time he was losing a fight. The terror in your eyes. He never wanted to see that again. So if you were to ask Itadori what his motivation was now… he’d say you. You complicated every fucking thing for him. Suddenly he wanted to help you. He wanted to save you. He wanted you to smile at him. To laugh at him. To cheer him on. He longed for your praise. Saving people was one thing but saving you… was everything.

“Morning,” You yawned as you entered the training room. Little had you known that Itadori had been in there for hours. Once he’d realized what he was fighting for he couldn’t rest easy until he had everything perfect, until he knew he could protect you. He was so in his head about it all that he hadn’t even heard you approach him. “Yuji,” He startled, turning.

“Oh… good morning.” He greeted, red faced and sweaty. 

“How long have you been up?” You asked, searching his face with those cat-like eyes he liked so much. 

“Oh uh… not long.” 

“You look exhausted.” You pointed out, handing him a water. He took it gratefully, drinking the entire thing in one go. You raised your brows. 

“I’m fine.” He said after a moment. You grabbed a towel, wiping the sweat from his forehead. 

“Did I stress you out? About the motivation shit?” You asked as Itadori got lost in your eyes, lost in the way you gently gripped his chin so you could clean off his face. “Because that’s just some crap I read in a personal wellness book. I just wanted to be a good teacher.”

“You are!” Itadori attested.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt… that’s all. I thought if we could find something meaningful for you to fight for you’d never lose hope.”

“I… I know.” Itadori blushes. He’d found something meaningful. He’d found someone to fight for. He just couldn’t tell her just yet. 

“And Megumi… that gloomy idiot, I asked for his help on how to get you properly motivated and you know what he said?”

“Hm?”

“To kiss you.” You scoffed with a laugh, shaking your head. “Like that would be any motivation at all.”

“It would.”

“I know! That’s what I…” You stopped talking, pausing. Your hand still held Itadori’s chin, slowly your eyes met his. “What?” He blushed under your gaze, and swallowed as your hand dropped from his face. 

“I… think that would work.” He says, reckless abandon. You stared at him for a long moment, your brows furrowing. You were sure Itadori would agree with you. But you were wrong. Maybe you were looking at this all wrong…

“Do fifteen pushups.” You said and Itadori dropped to the ground, you counted aloud as he did them and when he got to fifteen he popped back up to his feet. You stepped in his space, his cheeks were bright red as you rocked up on your tippy toes and pressed a kiss to his hot cheek. You heard him suck in a breath and when you pulled back his eyes were wide. “Yuji?”

“Yes?”

“Have you been here all night?” 

“Yes.” He answers truthfully, you swallow dryly. “I… know what motivates me. I think about it every time I fight.” 

“What is it?” You ask in a soft voice. 

“You.” He answers. There’s adoration in his eyes, and a bit of shyness. You know he’s telling the truth and you know what it means. You've known Itadori for about a year now. He saved your life and you have wanted to repay him all this time. You taught him everything you knew, stayed up late training and studying with him. You shared your lunch with him and watched movies with him. You spent most of your waking moments with Itadori and wondered how you never realized until this very moment just how much he motivated you right back. You smiled at the thought as Itadori melted. 

“Is that so?” You teased as his entire face went red.

“Um… y-yeah.” He stuttered nervously as you cocked your head, grinning up at him. 

“Well… I only have one last thing to teach you so here’s what we're gonna do. You're gonna take the day off today, then tomorrow we’ll meet back here around our usual time. If you can keep your cursed energy level like we’ve practiced I’ll kiss you again.”

“On the cheek?” He asked as you shook your head. 

“On the lips.” You clarified as Itadori’s lips parted, eyes widening. You almost laughed at his obvious excitement. 

“S-seriously?” He asked as you nodded your head, holding out your hand.

“Do we have a deal?” You asked. Itadori took your hand in seconds, shaking it gently. 

“Deal.”  

[marchsfreakshow]

Lovingly Obsessed [Warren Lipka]

Smut.

Warren's taken you out of your comfort zone wayyy too much for your liking. But you find yourself strangely in love with it despite the stoner's weird way of showing you his adoration.

Warnings: car fucking, public sex, quick oral, dub-con (almost?)

AAAAA! I don't know this will sound so bad and ooc I'm so sorry. Just take it! Warren has invaded my brain once again.

18+! MINORS DNI

No one's perspective

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It was like he found a crevice your mind nothing had ever occupied before. And made a home. It was like he had made himself comfortable there, and never floated away. Reaching into your brain and finding the comfortability, whipping it away from you. Throwing it away forever.

Warren Lipka truly was a man you hadn't been friends with before. What you were used to was nerdy, untouched men, loving anime and DnD. Not a man who'd love to drag you to parties just to get drunk, high, then make out in a corner for the rest of the night. With the music beating harsh in your heart. On edge practically 24/7 since Warren would appear at your window during the night because he wanted a midnight drive. And possibly to get sucked off.

Despite it all, you were oddly endeared to the man. Letting your hate for risk-taking fade every time he snuck you out of the house, or kept you at his all night. The only time Warren gave you 'i love you' was when you were in the backseat of his car, gripping onto the seat and desperately riding him. His grubby, unloved nails digging into your skin. The little crescent moons becoming more obvious the more he moved your hips for you. Constant squeaks of the car barely covering your moans, whimpers. It definitely covered up his quiet, reserved groans, however. "J-jesus I love you..." He muttered into your neck, sticking tiny marks on the skin.

"I love...you as well.." Was your obvious reply, panting and whimpering as your thrusts got more humpy, car squeaks slowing and quieting down.

"No, baby don't slow down... c'mon..there you go.." The man under you coaxed you to start picking the pace up again. He murmered desperate, fumbling, fucks and your name over and over like he didn't realise you were really there. His name being screamed out only drove him further to dig and plummet himself into you. More than he had before.

Simply losing yourselves in the hot, small car. The lonely car in the summer morning at an empty parking lot. Maybe a car all the way over there. One just parking over here. Workers already hating their 5am start, just to walk past the car, refusing to take notice of you and Warren. Whispy air, thickening with every noise leaving you. "Knees...knees. Now." Warren murmered desperately. His hand replacing you as soon as you started to manuvere yourself between his legs awkwardly. Open mouth, wide tongue... like you'd done this before. "Fuck- fuck! Jesus Christ...ha-" Were the words rapidly leaving him as he tugged your mouth down, forcing you to take every drop of his come, and every inch of his cock.

"Alright you can get up now." He stated, still catching his breath from unceremoniously thrusting up into your throat. Awkwardly, you climbed back into the passenger seat, shuffling your trousers back on as more workers' car's filled the parking lot.

There was a comfortable silence for a bit, as Warren drove you two, somewhere. But the road started to look long and desperate. You found yourself asking a question you thought you'd never ask anyone. "Can we get high, then fuck in McDonalds bathroom?"

You were perfect for the stoner driving next to you. He simply nodded in response.

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NeedyNerd!Seungmin (part 2) | Seungmin x you

Part 2 of THIS but can be read as a stand alone.

Notes: I'm back with NeedyNerd!Seungmin because him and Biker!Changbin have taken residence in my brain and heart. Enjoy!!

Warnings: 18+, nsfw.

Needynerd!Seungmin lets himself be dragged by you to a party some older student is throwing. He rolls his eyes behind his shiny glasses after having watched you search in his wardrobe for something that isn’t khakis and sad plain shirts.

Needynerd!Seungmin who whines and complains so much you have to basically dress him up, button up his shirt and fasten his belt. It’s all a scene and it’d be clear if only you stopped fussing for a second and looked at the smile on his lips. Your boyfriend is completely capable of acting like a baby just to be pampered a little. And let’s be honest, just to have your hands on him.

Needynerd!Seungmin who looks down on every screaming person the moment he enters the stuffy and crowded house. There’s people everywhere, couples making out on every corner and half naked guys playing dumb games. His ears already ache due to the loud music. What pisses him off the most, though, it’s the number of men coming up to you to say hi, I’m happy you could make it. 

Needynerd!Seungmin who answers with a grunt every time someone asks you who he is. After the fifth person he simply circles your waist with his arms and doesn’t let you go. The problem presents itself when you insist on dancing. Is he going to leave you alone in the lion pit or is he going to come with you and make himself ridiculous? He’s not a dancer, and he’s stiff as a board. 

Needynerd!Seungmin making a decision the moment he realizes you dancing means he could just stand there and have you grind against his body. He loves seeing you dance, and the chance to keep his hands on your hips it’s enough to convince him. Not before he grabs a bottle of clean liquor and a plastic cup, pours himself a generous amount and downs it immediately.

Needynerd!Seungmin lasts 5 minutes, then he just pushes your back against his chest and starts to let his hands roam over your body. One on your hip and belly, the other slowly inching toward your chest. His voice is sultry when he asks “is this what you want from me?” and his half hard cock presses along the cleft of your ass, skirt bunching up an inch thanks to his movements. Part of you does want this, having him so horny for you, he can’t help but grind against your ass, breathing deep on your neck.

Needynerd!Seungmin trying to hide his smirk when you grab his hands and guide him upstairs, hoping to find an empty room, a bathroom, a closet, anything. Because while it’s completely true that your boyfriend is a needy nerd, it's just as much true that you’re desperate for his touch, and seeing him wanting you is the biggest turn on. You’re lucky enough to find an empty broom closet and it’s not even a second after that Seungmin is pushing you inside and pressing your back against the door, effectively closing it and hiding you both from prying eyes. He can do nothing for the cry you make when he kneels in front of you and presses his face against your clothed cunt.

Needynerd!Seungmin teases you for just a few seconds, but he doesn’t have the patience for it and doesn’t waste time to take your underwear off and eat you out messily, skirt covering his head. One hand grabs your leg and moves it so it’s over his shoulder and it gives him easier access; the other hand is grabbing anything that it finds in its aimless wandering. Since that first time, Seungmin has mastered the art of eating you out, he studied it like he would a book for an exam. He spent hours with his face between your legs, asking pointed questions and practicing for hours. 

Needynerd!Seungmin who seems to come up for air just to kiss you, chin wet and messy hair, and it’s one of the hottest things ever. He kisses you, fondling with his belt, but he’s too horny to focus on two things. The belt has, temporarily, the priority. He’s quick to take his cock out and gives it just a couple of strokes, too dry and too fast. You love him like that: messy, desperate, horny and a bit tipsy.

Needynerd!Seungmin doesn’t talk in moments like this one, too focused on kissing and trying not to be too loud. His hold is tight on his cock, a tell tale sign that he’s closer than he lets on. You’re so wet, and he takes advantage of that, dragging the tip of his cock through your folds to prepare himself and then he’s inside you, the stretch a perfect sensation. You’re both too close, toeing the fine line that will push you both over the edge. 

Needynerd!Seungmin who’s needy, yes, and a nerd, too. But he’s also your loving boyfriend, always making you’re you’re safe and happy and sated before he’s too far gone to take care of you. His fingers don’t seem to respond to his commands perfectly, but it’s good enough to have you clenching down on him and moaning so loud anyone could hear, saved maybe just by the loud music downstairs. He’s right behind you in his pleasure, fucking you as deep as he can so he can come inside you, knowing you’ll berate him for it but loving how you shiver from pleasure anytime he does it. 

Needynerd!Seungmin fixes your hair, kisses you sweetly and picks up your underwear from where he left it but, instead of offering it to you or helping you wear it, he puts it in his pocket with a smirk. “A little souvenir for when I’m alone?”

[l3viat8an]

Rooo!!! I have Levi brain rot rn, and I need to share Grand Admiral! Levi thoughts with u :/

As an important figure in the military, Levi has to go out sometimes to check up on the outskirts bases of the Devildom. Make sure that everything is working as they should.

This usually lasts for weeks, and today you had found out how long 2 weeks can feel when your loser gamer boyfriend is out on assignment.

Finding solace in his uncharacteristically empty room, you cuddle up in the bathtub bed, desperate to feel anything that reminded you of your beloved player 1. Using his favorite jacket, watching replays of his old streams, sleeping in his bed, that's slowly losing his scent and feel.

But one day, while curled up in his gaming chair, rewatching his old clips for the thousandth time. Levi comes home. Still in his uniform as he marched into his room, not expecting to find his PC on.

Once you realized he was there, you quickly jumped into his arms, peppering kisses all over him. When you pull away, you expect to see the usual sight; Leviathan a blushing mess, stammering about something you can't quite make out. But now, he wasn't blushing at all. He barely changed his stoic demeanor.

"L-levi...?"

You asked confused, removing yourself from his embrace to look at his attitude. Giving a hurt look as you basically pouted. Throwing a small tantrum that he didn't miss you at all

Unbeknownst to you, Levi was freaking out. After weeks out on field he just wanted to sleep and go back to his shut-in lifestyle. What he didn't know was that what he needed was to see his player 2 dressed in his jacket. Being an adorable tsundere as she pouted.

"On the bed, and strip. Leave the jacket on"

Levi commanded, looking serious as you stood there. Shocked at his words.

"E-excuse me?"

"Did I stutter? Strip, on the bed."

"W-wait–"

Shocked and confused, You stood their unsure of what to do. And why the hell that turned you on so much

It wasn't the first time Levi was in control, but he was usually so sweet and gentle. Not this... demanding. You're not sure if it's the uniform, the attitude, or the fact it was Levi being so assertive. But you followed without hesitation.

And you're so greatful that you did, because the two weeks waiting for him were quickly rewarded. Levi being as merciless with you as he took what he wanted. Leaving you a blushing mess, passed out in his bed, as for the first time in two weeks, you slept with him again on his bed.

The next day, he profusely apologized at how rough he was, while all you could think about was when could you bring that side of him out once more

(AHHH IM SORRY FOR GOING ON FOR SO LONG BUT I NEEDED TO SHARE IT SO BADLYYY 🙏 IDK IF THIS IS SMUT OR FLUFF BUT I JS LOVE HIM AHHHH)

Nsfw!

Looks like fluffy-smut to me- holy shi 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 ‘n idk what happened but my add-on is definitely smut helpjdksj

Levi didn’t actually expected you to obey his command so quickly. He watched as you stripped down, leaving the jacket on like he had ordered. Fuck you look so good It took his breath away and he has to shake his head a bit, collecting himself as you climbed into his bathtub bed.

He quickly joined you, climbing on top of you in the bathtub before pulling you closer and kissing you, moaning softy as he deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue to tangle with yours.

His hands didn’t stop either, roaming over your body, exploring every inch of it, as if trying to burn it into his memory again.

Honestly there was something about this side of Levi that you couldn't resist. It was as if you were being taken by a completely different person, one who was confident and assertive…the grand admiral....it’s really hot-

You moaned when his fingers finally found their way between your legs, pressing against your already dripping cunt. He thrust two fingers inside you, causing you to moan loudly.

"You- you look so beautiful like this." Levi breathed into your ear, his voice low and husky. "I've been waiting for weeks to feel you again…..and I can’t wait anymore.”

He lines his cock up with your ready pussy, waiting for you to nod before sliding in and letting out a little whine he just can’t stop from slipping out, “S-so, good, messed you so m-much..”

He wanted nothing more than to keep you close, to let you feel how much you meant to him, as he fucked you faster, harder-

It was as if he had been holding back for weeks, waiting for this moment to release all the passion that had built up inside him.

“G-gonna cum soon….need, need you to cum with me.” as he leans down to kiss you, one of his hands slides back down to you clit and his thumb rubs against it roughly. Making Levi moan against your lips as you tighten around him, soon as he feels you orgasm take over your body Levi cums. rutting his hips into yours, riding through your orgasms together.

Panting Levi hides his face in your neck for a moment and he can hear you let out a little giggle, before whispering "I've missed you too, Levi." and Levi laughs, pressing a few soft kisses along your neck~

The next morning you’ll wake up to your, sweet boyfriend acting like his usual self. Looking over your body and apologizing endlessly, he promises he’ll be more gentle next time!! Wait no- he didn’t mean it like that!!- he did-

[hanasnx]

that girl

PART ONE ✩ PART TWO WORD COUNT: 0.9k WARNINGS: f!reader | suggestive | fake relationship | love triangle

Ever since you'd first started hanging around JJ MAYBANK the other Kooks of Figure Eight have voiced their concern. Every word and every insult has been thrown around to describe him so as to convince you not to "waste your time with him." The mouth of RAFE CAMERON is especially foul. "I'm jus' looking out for you, that's all." he'd insist, and he's shown his concern by towing you along with a harsh grip on your upper arm.

It's no secret that Rafe's interest in you is selfish. He's told you in many ways that you belong with someone from your side of the island, not a delinquent who'll end up just like his slum father. Of course, he hasn't explicitly specified who exactly you should have you eyes on in Figure Eight.

There's something about the way Ward pushes you together, as if you're good for Rafe. Not just Ward, but Sarah and Wheezie love you. They cling onto your arms and tell you about how they wish you were part of the family already, grossly misinterpreting your relationship with their brother. Sarah rolls her eyes at how Rafe talks when he's around you, how he's on edge and slightly more neurotic because he "likes you so much it's embarrassing." Playful and innocent, yet they put you at unease, teaching you to suspect Rafe's oncoming confession.

It's gotten to the point where you're afraid to be alone with him. That he'll confess his feelings for you, or respond poorly when you reject him. Actively avoiding him whenever you're in the same vicinity because the pressure is just too much. However, he's determined, and when he corners you inside at the Midsummer's, you run through a list of excuses at a record pace.

"... and I just think it's time we go out—"

You interrupt him with possibly the worst option on the wheel your brain had spun. "Rafe, I have a boyfriend." Blurting it out in a flinch, readying for his inevitable meltdown. He's not known for being stable. An indignant, knowing glint flashes in his eyes as he refocuses on you, taken aback at the prospect of you belonging to someone else.

"Well, who?"

You're reminded of the back of JJ's head when you'd spotted him sneaking in earlier. "C'mon, you should know already." In an attempt to be lighthearted, you push at his arm but he's immovable and unresponsive, glancing at your contact as if it's unwanted. Embarrassed, you drop your arm, and give him a shrug, "It's JJ." you say in a forced laugh. The silence is killing you as he processes your words, lips pressed into a thin line. Tentatively, you crawl across the wall, inching out of the space he caged you in. "I should... get back to him. Excuse me." your tone feathers out, and you escape, power-walking back to the outside where people are. You leave him staring at the wall with his knuckle to his mouth in thought.

You crane your neck, searching bobbing heads for the one of familiar blonde hair. Miraculously, you spot him on the dancefloor, rounding Sarah. Hiking up your dress, you hurry to his location, and usher him aside. "Sorry, Sarah, be right back." you assure her.

"Hey, easy, you'll get it crinkled." JJ scolds you, straightening out his waiter get-up indignantly. Without thinking, you hand claps over his mouth and he furrows his brows at you, scanning your figure.

"I don't have time to explain, but I need you to be my fake boyfriend—"

The crease in his brows deepen at the notion, minutely shaking his head under the pressure of your palm. "Uh-uh!"

"Please, JJ, I need your help—"

He smacks your hand off, "Are you kidding me?" he questions, too loud for comfort, and to evade making a scene you drag him further away while shushing him.

"You don't understand, just for a little bit!" you beg, clutching onto his clothes as he continuously pushes you off, intent to back up and away. You chase him.

"No, no way, princess. You know what the white knights of Figure Eight'll do to me if they find out a dick from the Cut is your sweetheart? I've got enough heat on me as is." If it were under different circumstances, maybe, but his friends have assured him the less attention on him the better. Not while they're in the middle of a treasure hunt, and less eyes means less competition. Certainly not something he can disclose with you, and you hound after him as he furthers from the centroid of the party. A door opens, and Rafe comes into your view. You jump into overdrive, diving onto JJ to pull him out of Rafe's peripheral. "The hell—?"

"That's Rafe, that's Rafe. God, please, JJ. If you just pretend you're my boyfriend in front of Rafe maybe he'll leave me alone?" You upturn your brows, begging him while his back is to the wall. Bewildered, he stares at you a second before looking around the corner. He licks his lips. The chance to get back at Rafe psychologically sounds pretty good right now, and the way you throw yourself at him ain't bad either. He locks eyes with you again, giving you a once-over in your pretty Midsummer dress. "Please?" you sigh. "JJ. Please?"

His nostrils flare when he sucks in a breath, pursing his lips. "Damnit. Damnit, alright. Enough with those eyes, are you kidding me? I'll do it."

You expel a breath in relief, tossing yourself at him to wind your arms around his neck. "Thank you! Thank you, thank you,"

"Alright, alright." He peels you off of him. "Don't get all happy with me, you've gotta remember I make the rules here."

You shouldn't have agreed to his rules so readily. Like an idiot, you had told him you're down for whatever it takes and he took that seriously. Now you're subjected to his every whim. A small part of you deems it's worth it, especially seeing Rafe's face after JJ made out with you and grabbed your ass for the first time in front of him.