#the urge to gobble him up

[bruisedboys]

okay I’m sorry I cannot contain myself any longer. I need him so bad so so so bad

SAVE ME WET CAT OF A MAN 🙏🙏🙏

[revasserium]

Pining Zoro and blind-to-it Reader?

un-certainly

opla!zoro; 3,422 words; fluff fluff fluff so much fluff, straw hat!reader, fem!reader, (seeminlgy) clueless!reader, lots of pining, banter, teasing, smitten!zoro, the whole nine yards

summary: in which everyone knows zoro's got it bad for you, except for you, of course.

one.

“so… i should just… talk to her.” zoro says uncomprehendingly, blinking at an exasperated nami, who has to take a long, steadying breath to keep from shoving him overboard. the waves beneath them are calm, the day above them, a gorgeous, endless stretch of blue so brilliant it almost pains the eyes to stare.

nami resists the urge to pinch her nose bridge as a dull ringing starts to echo in her ears.

“yes. sweet god — just go up to her and say ‘hey, i think i might like you’ and i guarantee you, things will go from there.”

zoro shifts his tightly knitted arms, squinting at her as if she might be lying or purposefully luring him into a trap, “go? so there’s a chance it could go badly.”

this time, nami really does drop her face into her hands, groaning loudly.

“well there’s always a chance it could go badly —”

“sounds like a bad idea to me.” zoro looks away, eyes still narrowed as the light sea breeze ruffles his hair, a colony of news coo squawking loudly overhead, one of them dropping down to careen towards the going merry, landing on the thick white railings next to them, ruffling it’s feathers as nami pushes off to dig in her pocket for some berry.

“oh! newspapers here!” your voice makes both zoro and nami jump, and a second later you’re bounding up the stairs to the forecastle deck and stuffing some berry into the news coo’s bag. your arm brushes by zoro’s as you lean over to offer the news coo a piece of dried shrimp, which it considers for a second before leaning forward and gobbling up.

nami gives zoro a soft shove from his other side, leveling him with a meaningful look before turning and making a show of going to check on her tangerine grove.

zoro doesn’t have time to glare before the news coo takes off with a pat-pat-pat of wings, leaving you and him very much alone on the sunny fore-deck. he purses his lips, casting about for something to say even as you hum happily to yourself, your arm still painfully close to his as you unroll the newspaper and flip though, blissfully unaware of the inner turmoil of the man standing next to you.

“uh — anything interesting?” zoro asks, desperate for something, anything to fill the silence.

you shrug, “nope… just the usual — uptick in piracy along the coast, tightening of marine patrols…” you turn and cast him a grin that makes his stomach twist inside him like a contortionist from buggy’s freakshow.

zoro clears his throat, thumbing absently at the hilt of his swords before taking a deep breath.

“hey — uh…”

“hm?” you turn towards him, with your wide attentive eyes and your stomach-curling smile.

zoro blinks, his gaze flickering from your soft button nose to the way the wind twines its fingers in the loose strands of your hair. two twin pearls glitter from the lobes of your ears and he feels the tension melt from him as he sucks in another breath.

just say it, nami had said, just tell her.

really, how hard could it be?

“i uh — there’s something i wanna talk —”

“wait, hold still,” you say, your eyes going wide as you lean forward suddenly and zoro’s visions tunnels in around him — you’re close, closer, too close/too close/too close!

your fingers card through his hair and he has to bite back the shiver that rockets down his spine as you pull your hand back with a black-tipped feather.

“the news coo left you a present,” you say, laughing as you offer him the feather.

zoro considers it for a second before taking it from you.

“it could’ve left worse,” he says, recalling the few times that he’d gotten bird shit in his hair.

you giggle; the sound makes him want to scream but instead, he settles for clearing his throat again.

“now, you make a wish,” you say, nodding towards the feather in his hand.

“never heard of that before,” he frowns slightly, “thought you could only wish on dandelion seeds and…” he waves at the endless stretch of sky above you, “shooting stars and stuff.”

your smile is so wide that zoro thinks his cheeks might start to hurt for you.

“haven’t you heard that rules are meant to be broken?” you ask, offering him the feather again. he looks at you, then at the feather, and the back at you.

“okay — i wish —”

you squawk flapping your hand, “no! you can’t tell me what the wish is! otherwise, it won’t come true!”

zoro smirks, cocking an eyebrow, “i thought rules were meant to be broken?”

you blush the most darling shade of red and he decides to take it easy on you (and, honestly, himself). so, he plucks the feather from your hand and closes his eyes, making a soft, silent wish. a wish that, in truth, he’d been making since the moment he met you.

when he opens his eyes, it’s to find you staring.

“kay. now what?” he asks, rolling the feather between his thumb and forefinger.

“now…” you gently tug the feather from him before opening your palm and letting the wind whisk it away, “you let the sea take your wish. and if you’re worthy, it’ll grant the wish for you!”

zoro lets out a breathy laugh, “if i’m worthy? and how’s it supposed to know that?”

you lean in, and if it were anyone else, he might’ve been annoyed, but with you, somehow, he finds himself charmed.

your voice is conspiratorial as you whisper, “because… the ocean knows all the secrets the sky can’t keep.”

two.

at dinner, with you by his side, usopp detailing some imaginary adventure, nami laughing, sanji blowing smoke rings towards the middle of the fire-lit deck. your cheeks are pink from the wine everyone is passing around and for a second, you bump into him and turn — he turns towards you too —

your eyes catch like unsuspecting fish to a bobbing hook and zoro feels his stomach tug as you grin up at him, the night sky caught in the flutter of your lashes.

he can’t help the way his gaze flicks down to your lips, and then back up again.

“feel like sharing?” you ask, nodding towards his half-finished bottle.

wordlessly, he hands the bottle to you and watches as you bring the mouth to your lips and take a long drink. he tracks the soft bobbing of your moon-lit throat and feels his own mouth go dry at the sight.

across the fire, sanji watches with a growing smile and nami rolls her eyes.

“oi, moss-head — mind if i take a swig too?” sanji asks as you hand back the bottle, dragging the back of your hand across your lips, and zoro turns to pin sanji with a glare.

“get your own,” he says, before polishing off the rest with a few hard sips and tossing the bottle into a rapidly growing pile.

zoro licks his lips and tries not to think about the way your lips had fit around the bottle just right; he tries not to wonder if you’d taste like wine. or, if he’d even have the mind to think that far if you were to let him kiss you.

three.

“… and then, you pull it through… like this?” you slowly bring your arm through a swiping movement, your hands clutched around the hilt of a wooden training sword. zoro sighs, shaking his head.

“uh — not quite — here,” he pushes off from the barrel he’s sitting on to circle around behind you, wrapping one hand around both of yours, the other palm curling around your middle to press against your stomach, “you’re breaking in your waist again — keep your core tight and —” he helps you swing the sword through in a swift arc.

“oh.”

it takes him a second to realize how close you are, how he can feel your entire back pressed against his entire front, how perfectly you fit into his arms, how easy it’d be to hold you to him and never let go.

“so just… practice that a few hundred times,” he says, stumbling back as his cheeks go hot and he feels the inexplicable urge to toss himself into the calm, saltine waves below, if only to cool down just a bit.

“will you practice with me?” you ask, your smile wider than the sky is wide — zoro is sure.

he blinks at you for a second before making a show of sighing and rolling his eyes.

“ah… i guess i could use a bit of practice too.”

he pulls out the wadou ichimonji and takes his stance next to you.

“ready?” he asks.

you nod, glancing over and adjusting your posture.

“okay, how many are we doing?”

zoro casts around for a number, “a thousand.”

“zoro!”

“five… hundred?”

you cast him a look that makes his stomach flip inside him.

“how about we start with a hundred, and then i’ll see how i feel from there?”

zoro clicks his tongue, smirking, “i could do a hundred in my sleep.”

you make a show of rolling your eyes, “fine then — go take a nap!”

zoro huffs as he clears his throat, “right then — let’s start — one, two —”

you squeak as you hurry to catch up, jumping as he reaches out a hand to correct your posture.

up on the foredeck, luffy watches with usopp by his side.

“hey! i wonder if zoro would teach me sword tricks if i asked!”

usopp sighs, clapping luffy on the back even as he shakes his head.

“uh — not that i think he wouldn’t but … maybe you should just… let them do their thing, yeah?”

four.

“i think you really should tell her,” luffy says, slapping zoro on the shoulder, a bit harder than he’d intended. zoro winces, pressing a palm to his chest — still sore from their recent raid.

“i don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

luffy laughs, leaning forward against the railing, “nami said you’d say that.”

zoro fights the urge to scowl as he sighs, his eyes narrowed at the damnably calm horizon. at least if the weather weren’t so nice, he could make up an excuse to leave but —

“really, what’s the worse that could happen?” luffy asks.

zoro grunts, shooting luffy a sidelong look, “oh i don’t know, she doesn’t feel the same and shit gets awkward and —” he waves a hand at the going merry, “the crew falls apart.”

thankfully, luffy doesn’t pause to call him out on for once not denying it.

instead, he lets out a contemplative hum, “hm… yeah, that could happen. but… i don’t think it will.”

inside his chest, zoro’s heart clunks, strange and uncoordinated.

“why? she say something to you?” he can’t keep the curiosity from his voice, the stomach-squeezing anticipation he’d only ever associated with the heat of battle and a really good fight. but now, he feels it whenever you get too close, and he wonders if he can go insane like this — if one day his heart might just give out.

“nope!” luffy’s voice is too bright, too cheerful, and zoro feels himself rolling his eyes before he can stop himself, “i’ve just got a feeling!”

“a feeling.”

“yeah! and — have a little faith! the straw hat crew isn’t that fragile.”

with that, and another hearty clap to the shoulder that leaves zoro hissing in pain, luffy clomps off towards the kitchens, where sanji is already doing dinner prep. zoro lets out another sigh as he straightens, carefully stretching his arms to test the range of motion.

above him, a flock of migratory geese fly southward in a soft, arrowhead formation. zoro holds up a hand to shield his eyes from the sun as he watches them pass overhead.

a single feather flutters down towards him and he finds himself reaching out to catch in the palm of his hand.

a wish, huh, he thinks, twirling the feather between two fingers before casting around to make sure no one else can see him. satisfied that everyone else is either too far away or below decks, zoro closes his eyes and makes a wish —

alright roronoa, please. don’t fuck this up.

five.

“ahem.” zoro clears his throat after dinner, making a point to down a couple more drinks than usual. he’s never been one to believe in liquid courage, but… it couldn’t hurt, right?

“can we, uh, talk?”

you smile a smile that threatens to crack his chest wide open, nodding.

“sure! what’s up?”

across the room, sanji visibly stills but nami catches his eye and shakes her head ever so slightly.

“c’mon… not in here,” zoro says, jerking his head towards the hallway that leads to the decks above.

“what’s got you so secretive all of a sudden?” you ask as he leads you all the way up to the crows nest, reaching down to help tug you up, letting his hand linger in yours as you grin up at him.

“i’m allowed to have secrets,” he says, turning to stare out at the darkened sea, the summer moon hanging low and full-bellied over the glittering waters, the stars winking like so many all-seeing eyes.

“we all are, but… i thought we’d gotten all your big ones after that one night the whiskey bar —”

zoro coughs, “alright, alright — don’t need to bring that up again.”

you laugh, leaning forward to pillow your cheek against your crossed arms, propped up along the edge of the crows nest.

“so? what’s this new secret, then?”

zoro swallows, “uh — wouldn’t exactly call it new.”

“alright then, an old secret.”

“not super old, either —”

you turn to look at him, half-exasperated, half-amused, but when you catch sight of his expression, you still, pressing your lips.

“zoro? is… everything okay?”

he ticks his tongue against his teeth and lets out a long breath, as if bracing himself for something before he says —

“yeah. i think —” he clears his throat again, trying to recall what nami had said about just saying it and he tries again.

“i think i might like you.”

the coil in his chest feels tight enough to snap, but you’re quiet as he turns to steal a glance at you.

“oh,” you say, you expression curiously contemplative as you look out over the darkened seascape.

zoro has to physically stop himself from shaking you by the shoulders — say something, goddamnit! say anything!

“so…” he says, knitting his arms across his chest instead.

you turn towards him, your eyes bright as twin stars.

“you think you might like me, right?” you ask, and for a second, zoro can only blink down at you, completely thrown by your lack of reaction. of all the things he’d imagined you doing — everything from getting angry to apologizing to throwing yourself at him with an impassioned speech about how you’d felt the same since the beginning — this was not one of them.

“uh… yeah, pretty sure that’s what i said.”

you cock your head, a quick, bird-like gesture that makes zoro’s heart skitter inside his chest, threatening to leap from his mouth as you continue to stare up at him, completely unabashed.

“ah… so what do you think we should do then?”

zoro stares, “… do?”

“yeah, because if you’re not sure if you like me… we should do something to make sure, right?”

and it’s then that he sees the soft, playful uptick of your lips, the glittering darkness behind your eyes. the tension in his chest seems to loosen even as he lets out a breath, chuckling before quirking an eyebrow and taking a step towards you, caging you in against the crows nest’s edge.

“mm. you’re right — i can think of a few things we could try, though.”

“yeah?” you voice is little more than an exhale on the wind, but it’s the last thing zoro tastes before he finds his lips on yours.

as far as kisses go, zoro would later think back, it was a pretty damn good one.

it started as a slow kind of kiss, a soft, unfurling of breath on breath, and then lips on lips. the ghost-friction of promises made and kept and unbroken, the first spark to a fire that had been threatening to consume him since the moment he’d heard you laugh.

and then — just like that, he’s kissing you. and you’re kissing him back, the gravity and inevitability of it making his head spin even as he presses in closer. it is sweet and warm and trembling — soft and hard and deepening. he runs his tongue along the seam of your mouth and savors the way you gasp open for him.

just him.

he swallows it like he wants to swallow you, reaching up to sink his fingers into the silk and gossamer of your hair, pulling you so close he can feel your heartbeat thrumming against his chest, your nails as they curl into the linen of his shirt.

it takes everything inside him to pull back, and everything else left not to dive right back in again. you’re both panting, a little breathless, and zoro — a lot relieved.

“so…” you say, your tongue flickering out to lave across your bottom lip.

zoro doesn’t try to stop his eyes as he tracks the spine-tingling motion.

“so?”

you grin, biting back the shiver that chases through you at the deep, base rumble of his voice, echoing from his body to yours.

“what’s the verdict? have you decided if you like me yet?” you ask, batting your lashes even as he watches your own eyes drop down to his lips. a dark, warm, purring satisfaction curls inside his chest at the way your pupils dilate, black as the night, bright as all her favorite stars.

“hm,” zoro hums, leaning down to skim a knuckle along your jaw, slowly guiding your face towards his again, “dunno… jury’s still out… might have to try it a few more times. y’know… just to be sure.”

“mm…” you sigh as he leans down to graze his teeth along your pulse point, fingers tightening around your waist as he feels you tremble in his arms, “y-yeah… wouldn’t want you to be —” you hiccup as he sinks a soft bite into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, “uncertain.”

“no…” and his voice is all groan and gravel as he lets himself breathe you in, “we certainly wouldn’t want that.”

bonus.

far below, beneath the decks of the going merry, sanji takes a long pull from a post-dinner cigarette, his lips twisting into a concerned sort of frown.

“it’s been a while since they’ve been up there. think we should go check on them?”

luffy shugs, still happily picking at the remains of the turkey carcass sitting in the middle of an oblong plate.

“they should be okay — i mean, they say that no news is good news, right?”

“uh, not sure that applies to this kinda thing,” usopp says as he makes to peak out of the nearest window.

nami swirls her drink, “i think they’re fine. and we’d hear if zoro threw himself off the crows nest, right?”

across the table, sanji blinks and luffy pauses in his munching.

“whoa, you think he’d really do that if she rejects him?” usopp asks, his face going a little pale.

nami rolls here eyes, “no.” and then a moment later, “but really, we’d hear him if he jumped, right?”

luffy licks his lips, shrugging, “dunno, probably though. he’s pretty heavy so he’ll make a pretty big splash.”

sanji taps a bit of ash into his empty bowl and lets out a long suffering breath.

“yeah, y’know really, no news is good news.”

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

warning: yandere behavior, mentions of him wanting to eat you(cannibalism?), breeding, he eats people lol, dubcon(just in case)

Kitsune!bf that can’t get enough of his chubby human girlfriend!

Does he sometimes feel the urge to devour you entirely and become one with his lover..? Almost every day!

He fights the urge by claiming you with harsh hickeys and bites, clinging to your side when he isn’t out hunting for his next meal.

He’s a bit clingy… but it’s better than the alternative, which is him eating you bit by bit until all he has left is your bone marrow to snack on… but he loves you so much! It’s like cuteness aggression, he just wants to gobble you up!

You’re too sweet to eat, he can’t stand the thought of not being able to hear your pretty moans while he knots that pretty fat cunt of yours, or how you squeak when he sinks his teeth into your flesh to give you another mating to make sure everyone knows you’re taken.

The amount of men he’s devoured just because they looked at or touched you, his precious mate, is too many to count. Sometimes he’ll come to you covered in blood, his cheeks flushed as he pounces.

He breeds you, pushing you into the mating press as he ruts into your fat cunt. The hunt always gets him horny, but it’s the worst when he kills in defense of his mate.

Your cute chubby belly would be the perfect place to hold his kits, and all he wants is to keep you company on his knot long enough for his seed to take… you’re his lovely little mate and he’s worked so hard to hold back his urges! All he wants in return is a few litters…

You end up covered in someone else’s blood, too afraid to ask who he had killed this time. When you had before, he gleefully declared it was a man that had bumped into you hours before.

Instead, you let him purr and nest with you, tucking you away safely before he curled up with you, his tail acting as your blanket.

Life wasn’t so bad, being his mate… you just hoped he continued to suppress the urge to devour you whole.

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[tarot-archives]

please imagine laios who just came to the island. no connections. no background. he has his sister, a few coins in his satchel, and a dream. but it wasn’t easy. finding a job is tough. most of the time, it’s falin the other parties want, not him. they don’t have money to spare for extra weight.

laios the big brother. laios the supposed provider can’t even feed his sister proper food. he does odd jobs outside the dungeon for a good meal then they sleep under the stars. feeding was hard enough so a room was out of the question. they eventually joined the wanderers who sleep in tents and was kind enough to spare him a blanket.

in his job hunting, laios can’t help but be distracted from the inviting smell from one of the inns. his nose leads him to a dark alleyway, thinking that maybe if he ate his hard bread while smelling the aromatic food, his meal might be better mentally.

laios spots a dog from the back door. the puppy was had a rope on its neck as a leash to keep it tied. he couldn’t help but smile. laios squats down and plays with the puppy, a reminder of his past with having so many dogs and a cat. the black puppy enthusiastically barks and barks. it’s happy to have someone to play with after a while of staying in the cold. laios had the urge to steal him away. no one should leave a small thing like him in the dark.

the frequent barks caught your attention. it might be an intruder or your puppy was causing trouble so you had to go and check. your eyes land on a man, thin and possibly malnourished, playing with potchi, your dog. you don’t miss the way this strangers shined once the light hit his eyes at first. he quickly stood, towering over you in fact. despite being a tall-man yourself, your smaller height doesn’t testify your race.

this man was apologetic at first, then enthusiastic as the conversation continues. he talks about your dog, then about his experience with dogs, then he lectures you about dogs. needless to say you were interested. he was a walking archive, knowledgable and charming in his own way. he seemed harmless compared to the men who frequent the inn. big, burly guys with a bad attitude just because they can enter the dungeon and kill monsters.

his eyes however doesn’t meet yours. you followed his stare to the plate of food you had at the table. and on cue, his tummy rumbles.

“are you hungry?” you asked. he doesn’t deny his hunger and immediately says yes. his actions were like potchi during his meals. he’s cute, endearing, and excited. if he had a tail, he would be wagging it. “here, as thank you for the dog information.”

you bring him a plate of hot food (a bit of extra from todays pot) and he gobbles it up. save for a good portion he says it’s for his sister.

cute, endearing, excited, and thoughtful… he has this appeal. and goodness! don’t you know not to entertain men who play with puppies and have bright eyes. too much of those heart felt romance books warn about men like him. but you shoo your thoughts away.

“listen, you can finish up your plate. i can give you another serving for your sister,” you offered.

“thank you. you’re so kind… er…” i scratched his head. “i don’t even have your name.”

you tell him your name as he told you his. laios… you test it on your tongue. you don’t know why your heart is at ease just speaking his name out loud. you say it again with an offer this time, “come to the inn tomorrow, at 4 am if you can. we need extra hands to bring in new items. i’d pay you with food though, will that be fine, laios?”

he smiled brightly for a man previously starved. a new excitement bubbles within him with the promise to meet you again tomorrow.

“bring your sister too okay? food is better served hot after all,” you smiled. laios took you hand as he shakes it. his energy seeping into you through his hold, but the coldness of his fingers concerned you. “tell me if you need anything okay? us tall-man have to stick together.”

laios wanted to hug you. wrap his arms to show his appreciation, but he knows when to stop. he’s not that clean after all. so he settles with a hand shake, noticing how warm you are body wise and not just through your personality. “thank you! i’ll be here on time! i promise.”

soon after, you waved a final good bye to laios. excitement blooms within you as you wait for tomorrow to come as quickly as it could.

requests? open.

[oxyvouge]

ੈ never have i ever kissed you. ✩‧₊˚

summary: wherein you, the marauders, lily, marlene and regulus played the muggle game "Never Have I Ever."

━━ ✦ pairing(s): marauders, lily, marlene and regulus x fem! reader

━━ ✦ warning: kissing

━━ ✦ word count: 1.3k

author's note: lets just pretend they have a high tolerance or theyre a lil affected by it cuz i forgot to write it down there 😭. btw sirius and reggie r on good terms here and also — ITS DANE DEEHAN'S PETER AND I CANNOT NOT ADD HIM WHEN HE'S HOT 😭😭😭😭

THE MARAUDERS, a few other friends, and you gathered in the common room, forming a circle for a muggle game Lily called "Never Have I Ever." The concept piqued your interest; it was something entirely new to you and sounded like you would have a good time especially when you heard how the game works.

But before that you, Sirius, Peter, and Lily went to the kitchens to take some snacks, glasses, and a few bottles of firewhisky for this and went back to the common room where the others were waiting and circled.

Lily initiated the round, her eyes scanning each person in the circle. "Never have I ever," she began, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "tasted the poop flavor in Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans." Laughter erupted as James, Remus, and a few others reached for the firewhisky and took a drink. Sirius and you couldn't help but burst into laughter too, sympathizing with their unfortunate experiences.

"It was bloody awful! Feels like I was gobbling up Pads' poop by mistake." James wrinkled his nose, wincing as the firewhisky blazed its way down his throat. Sirius burst into laughter, but his chuckles abruptly halted as James' comment hit his ears and you choked on your saliva. With a flushed face, Sirius playfully smacked James on the back, eliciting a groan from him. "Fuck."

The empty glasses clinked as they were refilled, the game continuing with fervor. Seated next to Lily, Marlene was thinking of what to ask. "Never have I ever lost my chocolate frog and found it in front of a teacher." Peter drank his firewhisky.

"I remember this!" You exclaimed with a chuckle, clutching a treacle tart. "Peter lost his chocolate frog while going inside the castle from Hogsmeade and tried to go after it only for it to end up in Professor McGonagall's palms. Then, she gave it to Peter and Peter ate it after brushing the dirt away."

Remus took his turn, a playful glint in his eyes. "Never have I ever been caught by Filch while out of bed after curfew." The Marauders, excluding Remus and including you, raised their glasses to their lips, taking hearty swigs of firewhisky.

Lily's eyebrows arched curiously, her gaze shifting toward you. "Even you, Y/N?" You shrugged with a sheepish grin, caught in the act. "What were you up to?"

You intended to avoid the question, but Marlene piped up, unable to resist the urge to share, "Oh, it's either she's setting up pranks with them," She gestured towards the infamous Black and Potter duo, who responded with knowing smirks, "Or she's engaged in some secret snogging rendezvous with Black."

"Which Black are we talking about here?" You countered mischievously, casting an amused glance at both brothers.

"Both," Marlene replied with an air of nonchalance, earning a round of chuckles from the group, a coughing Regulus, and a shock i-don't-know-what-to-say-i-feel-betrayed Sirius.

The blonde female had frequently stumbled upon them in rather compromising situations. On various occasions, it happened to be you and Regulus emerging from a cupboard, catching Marlene on her way to class. The sight of you and the younger boy with tousled hair, swollen lips, and flushed cheeks was hard to miss. Marlene also vividly remembered the time she stumbled upon you and Sirius, who were well on their way to shagging, both only partially clothed and entangled on the bed. Fortunately — for Marlene's case — she barged in before all the rest of their garments were thrown on the floor and preventing further embarrassment.

Honestly, who could really blame her? It wasn't her decision to conduct such activities within a shared dorm room, where other roommates also resided.

Marlene's cheeks heated as memories replayed in her mind. She shook her head, murmuring, "It's a traumatic experience."

Seated between you and Remus, Sirius wore a knowing smirk, mischief glinting in his eyes. Your heart fluttered as you felt a tinge of nervousness, his transparent mischievousness making you uneasy. "Never…" He began, his words causing a slight stumble in your breath as he continued, "have I ever kissed Y/N." Once more, you found yourself momentarily taken aback, a surprised reaction escaping you.

Sirius' gaze swept across the group, his smirk growing as he met each person's eyes, enjoying their reactions. With a feeling of delightfulness, he snatched the bottle of firewhisky and took a victorious swig. Nearby, Regulus raised an eyebrow, his amusement detached yet evident, as he took a casual sip of his own firewhisky. "Just u—" He began, his sentence left hanging in the air, a smirk curving his lips.

Lily roll her eyes and playfully retort, "Trying to embarrass everyone now, are we? Well, I can't say I'm surprised. Cheers to your boldness, I suppose." She then took a sip of her firewhisky, shaking her head with a mix of amusement and annoyance at Sirius' antics.

"Wait a second — everyone?" Sirius exclaimed, his tone a mix of disbelief and amusement. Marlene couldn't contain herself and erupted into laughter, finding the situation utterly comical. With a gleeful grin, she grabbed the firewhisky and took a big gulp. "Even McKinnon? Seriously, Y/N, how did you do it?" Sirius continued, his smirk growing wider.

Observing the scene, Remus couldn't help but roll his eyes playfully, his expression a blend of exasperation and fondness. He reached for his firewhisky and took a measured sip, his gaze briefly locking with yours.

You nonchalantly replied. "She was asking me to teach her how to kiss — who am I to refuse?" Peter let out a nervous chuckle and take a small sip of firewhisky.

As Sirius noticed the sip Peter took, his eyebrows arched mischievously. He glanced at you and exchanged an amused look with Lily. Lily, her curiosity piqued, raised an eyebrow and inquired, "Even Peter?" Her surprise was evident, the corners of her lips twitching in a mixture of astonishment and amusement.

All eyes turned to James, who met their gaze with an intrigued quirk of his eyebrow. His gaze then shifted to you, his lips curling into a mischievous grin as he leaned back in his chair. "Looks like I've fallen a bit behind, haven't I?" he mused, a glint of determination lighting up his eyes.

In a flash, he rose from his seat, a confident swagger in his step as he dropped down to one knee in front of you. His presence felt magnetic as he leaned closer, his hand gently cupping your cheek, and before you could fully process the moment, his lips met yours in a quick, playful kiss.

The room was filled with a collective gasp as all eyes turned to both of you as James pulled back, a triumphant smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. James then took the bottle of firewhisky from Sirius and chugged the remaining liquid down.

A mixture of shock, amusement, and admiration swept across their faces. Lily's jaw dropped slightly and twitching into an amused smile. Remus's eyebrows shot up, his usual composed demeanor momentarily replaced by astonishment. Sirius's playful grin widened into genuine surprise, and even Peter seemed momentarily stunned, his mouth hanging open. Marlene let out an excited whoop, her surprise quickly turning into enthusiastic cheers. Regulus raised an eyebrow, a subtle flicker of being taken aback swept across his features.

James' smirk softened into a warm grin as he glanced at you, his eyes locking onto yours for a heartbeat before he turned back to the others. "Honestly, Prongs." You stated recovering from your surprised state with a fond smile tugging on your lips.

A mischievous glint danced in Marlene's eyes as she playfully nudged Sirius with her elbow. "Seems like you're not the only one stealing the show tonight, Black."

A warm chuckle rumbled from Remus as he shook his head, a genuine fondness reflecting in his gaze. "You've outdone yourself, Prongs."

Even Regulus's typically stoic expression softened, a subtle twitch at the corner of his mouth betraying his amusement. "Quite the move," he conceded.

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[thesassypadawan]

Sweet Treat (Clay x FemReader)

Summary: It’s all you’ve wanted, all you craved. That one certain sweet treat, that goes so well with…

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there’s sooo much of the smut. Oral (male receiving), wonderful use of ice cream, manipulative/possessive Clay, and… his thick, long dick.

Notes: A continuation of Too Sweet! 🧡🖤

- “So, this is what you’re craving?” Clay taunts, lips curled up in a smirk. The object of your current obsession held tightly in his hand. “This is what my little wifey wants?”

- You gaze up at him. Cheeks flushed, eyes wide and shining. Desperate, hungry look on your face. While you wait obediently on your knees, rubbing your ample bump in anticipation. “Yes, baby’s been kicking me the whole day for it.”

- Raising an eyebrow, he lays back against the lavish pillows. Shaking his head, chuckling softly. “Has he? Naughty boy.”

- Ever so slightly, he tilts the melting cone. “Beating up his poor mama.” A few fat, creamy drops plopping onto his bare chest. “Just because of a bit of ice cream.”

- Whimpering, you shift in his lap. Watching them slowly trickle southwards. Fighting the urge to lap, lick them off. Even as they come to settle at the base of his hard cock. “Please…can I have some?”

- Further he tips it, more begin to freckle his skin. Until finally the entire scoop falls and lands squarely…

- “Of course,” he mutters. Spreading, smearing the sugary confection all over his torso…his length. “Better get every last drop though. Can’t have any going to waste.”

- “Thank you, hubby.” Timidly, you lean forward. Stomach pressing into his, small hiss escaping you from the sudden cool touch. Mouth hovering barely an inch above his left pec. “I promise.”

- Running your tongue across his skin, you squeak happily. Savoring the sweetness, his salty sweat. Lips brushing his nipple; sucking gently, cleaning it thoroughly. Before giving the same attention to the other. Eliciting a soft growl from him.

- Slowly you slide down, dipping between the cracks of his abs. Following the lines of his body, along the path of his happy trail. Taking your time, enjoying each delicious inch…the way your flesh sticks to his.

- Hard muscles quiver beneath you. A low groan escapes Clay when he glides through your soaked folds. When you taste your way upwards; tracing the veins, circling the tip. Before wrapping your lips around, the flavor of yourself and him mixed perfectly with the dessert. “Good girl…”

- Big hand comes to rest on the nape of your neck. Fingers tangle in your hair, gripping it firmly. “Such a good, good girl…” Tugging on it just harsh enough that your head jerks back, eyes lock. “Loving her treat…”

- Pressing, he forces you to descend. Watching as he disappears into the warmth of your mouth, your throat…while you gag and sputter. Saliva dribbling out of the corners of your mouth, making a mess of your chin and neck. “Gobbling it all up…” Until your nose was finally flush with his abdomen, buried into the gooey remnants you left behind.

- Now fully lodged, you will yourself to relax. Tears pricking at your waterlines, your breaths coming out in small puffs. His nails digging gently into your scalp. “ Always asking…”

- His hold tightens and you brace your hands against the woven rug. He starts to guide you, moving your head up and down. Bucking his hips; setting a quick, merciless pace. “Begging for more…”

- He was close. You can tell by the way he twitches, throbs. The guttural sounds that fall from his mouth, whenever he hits the back of your throat. How his hips stutter; drives grow irregular, erratic. “Like the greedy thing she is…”

- Pushing, thrusting hard one last time. Streams of hot cum shot into your mouth, coating your tongue. Overwhelming your senses completely. And you can’t help but moan, squeal uncontrollably. As you swallow down his entire load…at the feeling of being so full of him.

- Gingerly, he pulls you off. Cupping your cheek, rubbing his thumb across your swollen bottom lip. Wiping away a stray glob, offering it to you. “There. Did that satisfy your craving?”

- Panting softly, you nod. Cleaning off his digit, humming in appreciation. “Yes, baby and I are happy.”

- “That’s what I like to hear, that you enjoyed your ‘sweet treat’,” he coos. Hand finding its way to your stomach, caressing it lovingly. Massaging your taunt, sticky skin. “Now why don’t you lay on your back…and let daddy have his?”

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[donotpush]

What to expect when you're expecting (Sergio's babies 1)

The first part of a commission I wrote a while ago for @allthingsmpreg, featuring their OC's Sergio and his multiples pregnancy, trying to not push those babies out. Hope you enjoy! Uploaded once but taken down (boo!), second part coming soon

cw: birth denial, labor denial, tmpreg, no explicit *birth* on this one, nsfw.

The first thing Sergio did when he first woke up was try to convince himself he was not in labor. But as the morning went on, his contractions made it impossible to deny it. The numb pain that started on his lower back and extended all over the tensing muscles of his abdomen, went from something he could ignore to something almost impossible to function with.

The second thing he did was, of course, let Dad know he was in labor. As his father rushed through eating breakfast and running to his car to get to work, he dismissed Sergio with a wave.

“Listen, boy” his father shouted from the front of the front door, before he closed it behind himself. “You cannot push that baby out here, you listen to me? You hold it in until I’m back”

He didn’t have much luck with his step brothers. Jason and Aiden barely registered him as they gobbled their food before rushing to their soccer practice. And Brad, former baby daddy after an accidental night of horniness and being drunk, wasn’t too excited about Sergio disobeying dad either.

“You heard Dad,” he said, before going to his bedroom and shutting the door behind himself to play video games. “Hold it in.”

The afternoon progressed and things didn’t get any better. There was a small break where things plateaued for Sergio, where the contractions went back again to be just an uncomfortable numb pain. But then they came back stronger, more painful.

“Ugh…shit” Sergio moaned, rocking his hips in the air as he gripped the couch backrest, resting his head against his forearms. 

Hanging beneath him, his gravid stomach contracted. It was hanging low and tight, the skin red with stretch marks, the first twin settling on his birth canal, turning his walks around the house into a waddling. 

It was just so uncomfortable to exist like that, with the weight of a huge baby on his pelvis, that threatened to just slide down further every hour that passed. 

But his father's words were clear, to not push that baby out here. 

He tried his best to ignore his tensing stomach, the feeling of the baby’s head getting lower and lower. He tried to distract himself, do dishes, play, but as his stomach tensed with a painful contraction and one of the twins kicked his rib, the one that rested on his birth canal seemed to mock him and slide lower. He recognized it, the faint scream of his body urging him to squat down and push. 

Sergio wasn’t sure that he could hold it in until Dad was back from work. It was barely there, the need to push, but it was there.

With heavy steps, Sergio made his way around the couch to sit down. His body sank against the cushions, and a groan of discomfort escaped his lips as he shifted in place, looking to find an angle where his contracting stomach would allow him to be comfortable, but it was almost impossible. 

He felt heavy and hot and tight everywhere. So, so gravid.

He grabbed a cushion and slid it beneath him, still shifting his hips to find a nice sitting position. He didn’t expect to feel the small shock of electricity that ran through his body when his clit rubbed and pressed against the cushion, sending a wave of pleasure from his pussy to his brain. Following the rhythmic pattern of swaying his hips forward and backwards, his clitoris rubbing right against the hard edge of the cushion, pain moans were quickly replaced with pleasure ones. 

“Ugh, mhnm….” Sergio bit his lips, his hands pressing firmly against the couch to keep himself steady as he rocked his hips. “Fuck. Fuck.”

It wasn’t a surprise, since he got pregnant, he got horny. His body felt everything in such a way, Sergio discovered new levels of pleasure. Especially with self pleasure. Everything on him not only was swollen and tight, but so, so sensitive. 

From his swollen pussy to his aching, full boobs. He barely realized the frenetic movements of his body, desperately rocking back and forth. The pleasure was arising in his whole body, now almost numb to the contractions that were coming closer and closer together due to the waves of ecstasy rushing through him. 

He was about to cum. He was about to cum all over the cushion when his step brother's voice interrupted him.

“Need a hand there, Sergio?” 

Jason was staring at him with a smirk from the doorframe. Sergio felt his face get hot at being discovered, and even when his mind was supposed to say no, he felt his head going yes, bitter by the frustration of his denied orgasm.

That momentary lapse of reason where his ecstasy faded, made him aware of the baby’s head resting low, so low on his birth canal, that it almost felt as if it were resting right behind his lips. Fuck, he whimpered, and he thought that maybe he was gonna pop this baby out right here.

But shit, he needed to cum. Jason kneeled in front of him, one of his hands pressed against Sergio’s thigh to spread his legs open, and the other teased his swollen lips, rubbing at his clit before he inserted two fingers inside of him.

Sergio started to ride Jason’s hand. The feeling of the fingers in and out, in and out, the obscenely wet sounds that drowned Sergio’s moans, and the palm of Jason's hand rubbing against his clit was fucking good. 

“F…fuck! I'm gonna cum!” He sobbed, one of his hands pressing against the underside of his belly, slightly lifting it, trying to ease some of the pressure he felt.

“Ughn…mhm… I’m cumming!” The orgasm washed over him, numbing his body and leaving him as a drooling mess. 

It was the pain of a contraction that brought him back to reality.

“Shit!” He moaned, sliding his fingers to feel his swollen lips. Sergio could swear that the baby's head was right there, and he did his best to pretend the pressure wasn’t driving him crazy. 

“I really think I need to push,” he whimpered, desperately rubbing his gravid stomach.

“You heard dad,” Jason scoffed. “And you don't look like you need to push that much. You'll be fine until he's back from work.” Jason's hand patted his belly. “Baby can wait.”

***

He lost  track of how much time Sergio spent waddling around the living room, both hands busy cupping and caressing his contracting stomach, trying to fight his contractions. The pressure between his legs was just becoming more striking with every step, and he only measured time in the unit of how many contractions he was having. 

He wanted to push. He wasn't sure if he needed to, but god he wanted to push. It was a very archaic reasoning: pushing equaled pressure gone. He wanted the pressure stacking between his legs gone. 

“Fuck, baby…” Sergio moaned when another contraction took over him. “Just wait a few more hours, please…”

He swayed his hips in the air, hiding his sweaty face in his hands as another contraction made his knees buckle, his stomach pulsating and sending a wave of pain through his body. Now he was sure that the first baby’s head was there, resting right behind his lips,and it felt as if it could just pop out of him with every step he took. 

“Ughn, mhm!” He tried to breathe, but his try ended up as a whining mess. “Ah-hn nhgn!”

When the contraction passed, Sergio took a deep breath as he stumbled towards the couch. He sank with a low moan, slowly letting himself fall against the cushions. He tried to rub away the pain of the gravid stomach lounging between his open legs, but he couldn’t decide if sitting down made the feeling of the baby’s head in his birth canal worse or not.

The baby was coming. He just couldn't deny it any longer at this point. 

He whimpered and bit his lips when another contraction took over him, forcing him to curl over himself and squirm in his place, a low hum on his throat as he tried to breathe through it. 

The front door opened. Sergio's head snapped up as he heard his father's footsteps entering the house. Another contraction rippled through his gravid stomach. His dad's footsteps entered through the hallway, but instead of going straight to the living room where Sergio was, he went to the kitchen. 

“Shit…” Sergio howled, before shouting “Dad!”

His dad still took his sweet time. By the moment he made it to the living room, Sergio was biting his own hand, hips rocking against the couch to help relieve the pressure on his pussy.

“Dad,” he whimpered. “The baby is coming. Now.”

His dad nodded, taking off his jacket with such a calm and tranquility that it made Sergio's blood boil. If he were not in that condition —with a baby about to crown in his fucking pants— he would have maybe thrown a fit. But right now, with the pressure accumulating on his pussy, swollen and stretched by the bowling ball size of his son's head, he barely managed to stand up.

“Just a minute, Ser” his dad sighed, taking off his shoes. “I’ve had a long day.” 

[devildom-moss]

Biting their necks (Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, Thirteen, Mephistopheles)

What would happen if you bit their necks with no warning?

(Barbatos x gn!MC) (Simeon x gn!MC) (Solomon x gn!MC) (Thirteen x gn!MC) (Mephistopheles x gn!MC)

(suggestive)

Word Count: +2,800 (Simeon got +800. Oops)

Barbatos

Baking sessions – or lessons, depending on your skill level – were a good excuse to monopolize a bit of Barbatos’s time. It was just the two of you in the kitchen. He was at the stove, keeping a close eye on the caramel, occasionally brushing the side of the pot with water to prevent scorching. You neglected your station to get behind him and wrap your arms around his waist.

Barbatos chuckled. “Did you finish cutting out the dough?”

“I got distracted by how cute you look when you’re in the kitchen. I know I can’t steal you away from Diavolo forever, so just let me have this,” you spoke softly against his shoulder.

“I’m cute? You are the only one I’d let say that.”

“You’re so cute – adorable, even.”

You inched closer to him, and without warning, you bit his neck – just above his collar. Knowing that Barbatos may get upset if you marked him, your teeth barely grazed his skin, but the sensation of your hot breath was enough to make him shiver slightly in your arms. It was a shame how much skin he had covered; there were only so many places you could tease him directly.

“Do you find me so irresistible that you intend to gobble me up?” he asked playfully. His face took on a light shade of pink, yet he still had the sense to stir the cream and butter into the caramel, creating a beautiful silky consistency. You watched him work for a minute.

“If I said yes?”

“I would welcome it – that is, I want it just as much as you do.” You felt his tail wrap around your ankle teasingly. “But I beg that you wait until after we’ve finished baking.”

“Oh, you’re no fun,” you cooed into his ear, “but how could I possibly deny your begging?”

“I’ll make it worth the wait. You have my word.” He lifted the pot off the burner, and you took that as your cue to let him go. He turned around, expecting to need to coax you into finishing cutting out the cookies. Slightly surprised, he questioned you: “oh, you did finish cutting out the dough, then? I thought you said you got distracted.”

“I wouldn’t disappoint my favorite man.” However, telling him that you had finished your task and just wanted to hold him didn’t sound as sweet as telling him he was distractingly cute. “You know, that look of surprise on your face is cute, too.”

Before he could respond, the oven dinged, signaling that it had finished preheating. Barbatos poured the caramel into a bowl to cool while you placed the sheet of cookies in the oven. He cleared his throat. “I suppose if you would like, I could indulge you for a few minutes now – just while the cookies bake.”

“So generous.” You pulled him into you, hands quick to unbutton his shirt.

Simeon

If one more demon brother bothered you today, you were going to set something – or someone – on fire. Luckily, Simeon was happy to host you for the afternoon; he didn’t even scold you about making threats of arson.

In the quiet peace that Simeon’s room held, your reading was interrupted by Simeon stretching at his desk – by no fault of his own, really. The lines of his body were so pretty. Maybe you still had some aggression in you that fed your urge to sneak up on him as he continued to write.

Simeon had barely acknowledged your proximity when you leaned down and bit him just above his collar. You heard a sharp inhale leave him, but the way he craned his neck away from you, giving you better access, indicated that he didn’t have any protests. He stopped writing, and you heard his pen drop on the desk. You took the opportunity to kiss down his shoulder and leave a mark there, too. Finally, you were able to pull a soft moan from his lips – stifled as it was.

“H-hey.” His voice was more complaisant than objecting. “Is this supposed to be my reward for letting you hide out in my room?”

“No. You were just too pretty to resist.” You kissed the bite mark on his shoulder, then the one on his neck, before you whispered in his ear, “would you like a proper reward?”

Simeon mulled the words over. “Perhaps.”

You left Purgatory Hall a few hours later, sneaking out without anyone noticing. Simeon returned to writing shortly after. He stayed preoccupied until Luke called him in for dinner.

When Simeon joined Luke and Solomon at the table, he had forgotten all about his bite marks. Luke stared at him, horrified. “Simeon! What happened to you?”

The realization hit Simeon like a cement block. Internally, he freaked out, grasping for anything while Solomon sat there, amused, and refusing any assistance. What Simeon landed on was a disgrace to him as an author: he accidentally turned you into a vampire with a spell while studying. You were so thirsty, and he didn’t know how to reverse the spell right away, so he let you drink some of his blood.

With his clumsy lie settled, Simeon quickly sent you a text to warn you about his story, begging you to go along with it.

MC: Wow. Why’d you have to do me dirty like that? Simeon: Do you want to explain to Luke why you really gave me a hickey? MC: Two. But no. Good luck!

Immediately after, you got a text from Luke, asking how you could bite poor Simeon. You apologized. Luckily, Luke forgave you; it was an accident, after all, but he asked you to be more careful next time. You were definitely going to be more careful.

“Mind telling me what spell you used there, Simeon?” Solomon asked, holding back a snicker. “Maybe I should try it out.”

“Solomon, no!” Luke protested. “You can’t just turn MC into a vampire.”

“Calm down, Luke. I always get consent first.”

“That doesn’t matter!”

“It matters quite a lot,” Solomon smirked. Simeon had enough and kicked Solomon under the table with a look on his face that a parent might give an older sibling who can’t hold their tongue.

When Raphael walked into the dining room, Simeon hoped he would be spared from his torment. He wasn’t.

“Where’d you get a hickey from, Simeon?” Raphael asked nonchalantly.

“MC bit him,” Luke explained on Simeon’s behalf as Simeon seemed reluctant to speak.

“Oh, they got to you too?”

“What?” The word fell from the other three in varying degrees of shock.

Raphael shrugged. “What?”

The texts came rolling in again.

Luke: Why did you drink from both Simeon and Raphael?

Shit. You had to think fast.

MC: I didn’t want to take too much blood from either one, so I tried to take a small amount from both of them. I’m so, so sorry. Luke: Oh. I guess that was nice of you. But please don’t do any more vampire spells, okay?

Solomon also sent you a text: Want to suck my blood too, MC? 🖤

Before you could think of an appropriate response to Solomon’s flirting, a new message from Simeon popped up. This was more urgent than Solomon’s shamelessness.

Simeon: “I’m sorry. Next time, I’ll remember to cover up – unless you wish to bite me somewhere less conspicuous, that is. Still, somehow, I’m glad you were the one who bit me this time. I can’t imagine how furious Luke would be at me if I was the one to bite you. He’s quite overprotective, isn’t he? However, I think I owe you. A mark for a mark. Perhaps I should throw in an extra one on Raphael’s behalf. Doesn’t that sound fair?”

You were in for it now.

Solomon

Mammon had told you that Asmo gave Solomon a hickey earlier that day. You didn’t know where Mammon was getting his information, but that did sound like something Asmo would do. Still, it made you a little jealous – not because Asmo had done that, but because you wanted to give Solomon a hickey too.

It was fortunate, then, that you had a study session with Solomon planned today. It was less fortunate for your grades and magical abilities that the only thing you had been studying since you showed up in Solomon’s room was his neck. That damn turtleneck wasn’t revealing anything.

Solomon noticed you had been watching him more intensely than usual. It was flattering, but you weren’t making any moves on him, and he was feeling impatient. “Is there something wrong? You keep staring at me.”

“Could you sit down for a minute?” you asked him.

Finally, he thought optimistically. Solomon took a seat on his couch. You walked over to him and hooked a finger under his collar, slowly pulling it down. Nothing. You checked the other side. Still nothing. Heat rose in Solomon’s cheeks.

“MC, what are you doing?”

“Quiet,” you hushed him and checked the other side of his neck again, pulling his collar down a bit lower than before. Where was it? It was a weird thing for Mammon to lie about, but perhaps he was just mistaken. Still, even if Asmo hadn’t gotten to Solomon’s neck recently, you figured it would be a waste to just leave him unscathed. You might as well use your blank canvas.  

You leaned down and bit his neck, sucking his skin – trying to mark him as yours. He whimpered at the sudden pain.

When you finally pulled away and inspected the pretty red mark on him, you noticed how flustered his face was.

“How did you expect me to stay quiet while you did something like that?” Solomon ran his fingers over the mark and accompanying teeth indents. “I don’t mind, but what’s gotten into you?”

“Mammon told me that Asmo gave you a hickey. I had to check, but I guess he was wrong. When I thought about Asmo getting to mark you,” you paused, “well, I wanted to mark you too.”

“Oh, he’s not wrong. Asmo did leave me with a hickey. I got rid of it with magic earlier today.” He laughed. “Honestly, MC. If I knew you were the jealous, possessive type, I would have let Asmo play around with me a bit more.”

“I’m not jealous per se. I just wanted to leave my mark on you.”

“You have.” He took your hand sweetly and added, “but I’ll make sure not to heal yours with magic. It’s a shame that you left it below my collar, though. I’d like to show off. Maybe you could leave a few more.”

Thirteen

When Thirteen invited you to her cave, you didn’t expect to find her distracted by her newest trap. The last time she invited you over, she greeted you at the entrance and guided you around. Maybe you had gotten your hopes up too much. It wasn’t as if she promised to give you her undivided attention.

“Work, you little fucker,” she cursed under her breath at the trap on her lap as she unscrewed the back panel yet again.

Your shoulders slumped, and you pouted slightly. This might take a while, you realized. Thirteen wasn’t particularly aggressive around you, but you could feel her tension in the room. Between that and your mounting boredom, you stood up.

“I’m going to take a walk,” you informed her. “You seem a bit busy.”

Shit. That sounded passive aggressive. Maybe you meant to be. She was the one who invited you over. It was reasonable to be a bit irritated. Regardless, it was effective. Your words hit her, and Thirteen almost dropped the tools in her hands – tightening her grip just before the pliers and screwdriver slipped from her grasp. She set her tools and her latest trap on the table quickly before standing up.

“Baby, no, wait. Come here.” Thirteen opened her arms wide for a hug, wanting you to come back into her embrace. You conceded, and once you were close enough, she pulled you against her body. “Sorry. I should have finished this before you showed up. I just had some last-minute issues, and I was in the zone. But he can wait. I promise.”

You buried your face in Thirteen’s neck. How was it possible for a reaper living in a cave to smell so sweet? You bit her softly as revenge for her neglect. She let out a startled yelp, but she didn’t stop holding you until you released her skin. Her breath was shaky, and her face was pink when she asked, “what was that for?”

“Punishment,” you admitted. “Is that okay?”

Thirteen laughed and pulled you backwards in the direction of her bed. Despite the fact that she was the one walking backwards, you nearly tumbled over her when she plopped down. You barely stopped yourself by putting your knee at the edge of her bed – right between her legs. She met your gaze when you stared down at her.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” Her pupils dilated, and the faint blush still sat on her cheeks. “Punish me more.”

Mephistopheles

“Why are you in the RAD Newspaper Club room again? I don’t remember inviting a foolish human to distract me today.” Mephisto sighed and scanned over a draft of an article on the new exhibit at the botanical garden. Technically, he had invited you to visit him earlier in the week “if you wanted to see how much effort goes into [his] work,” but he had clearly forgotten in his resolution to being a grump today. “You know little about the Devildom, and I don’t require your assistance. So, I invite you to get out.”

Sometimes his commitment to being a dick was tiring – especially when you were fully aware that he held some strong, affectionate feelings for you underneath it. Hell, he had glanced in your direction three times already, and they were not glances that suggested he wanted you to leave. If he wanted to play his little games, you could at least chastise him a bit – well, a bite.

“Alright, I’ll go, but first,” you left him in anticipation as you walked around his desk and leaned down behind him. You sank your teeth into the side of his neck, earning an adorably pained groan. Served him right.

As soon as you let go, Mephisto shot up from his chair. That was your cue to run. You rushed out of the room and hurried down the hall before he could finish telling you to “get back here this instant.”

You ran, stupidly glancing back just in time to bump into something solid. When you turned back to where you should have been looking, you were met with Lucifer’s confused face.

“Why are you running in the hall? What’s gotten into you? Are you alright?” Lucifer held you firmly in place by the shoulders. He was searching your eyes with concern. It was sweet of him to be worried, but you didn’t have time to stand around being worried over when the click of Mephisto’s heels was quickly approaching. He wasn’t running – but those long legs hastened his pace. He was like Michael Myers with a bit more urgency. “MC. What is it? Answer me.”

Lucifer’s concern had stalled you enough for Mephisto to catch up. He grabbed you by the back of the collar and pulled you out of Lucifer’s grasp.

“Wait,” Lucifer demanded. “What are you doing?"

“I’m taking this,” Mephisto informed him without turning around as he dragged you in the opposite direction. “It’s mine.”

Lucifer felt a portion of his brain die off. He swiftly turned on his feet and walked away. He was not dealing with this today.

“Can you let me go?” you asked Mephisto while squirming in his grip.

“If you don’t come willingly, I’ll throw you over my shoulder.”

“Are you even that strong?”

Mephisto’s eyes widened as if you had insulted him. You might as well have called him a weakling. He took your words as a challenge and pulled you into the nearest empty classroom. Once inside, he locked the door and held you close with one hand on the back of your head and the other on your back. Before you could register what happened, Mephisto had dropped you to the ground, landing over you, straddling your hips. His hands had protected your head and back from harsh contact with the floor.

“Ow. That still hurt my butt, you know?” You stared up at him. It actually didn’t hurt that much, but you wanted to complain.

“I’ll kiss it better later if you need me to, you big baby.” Mephisto sighed and pinned your hands to the side. “Strong enough for you?”

You made a half-hearted attempt to struggle. “Point taken; now you can get off.”

“Oh, no, I can’t.” Mephisto let you go with a smirk. He loosened his tie and started to unbutton his shirt. “We need to finish what you started, foolish human.”

(Mammon, Satan, Beelzebub, Diavolo, Raphael version)

(Lucifer, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Belphegor version)

[carpbread0]

NPC Life is the best

(Genshin Impact x gn reader - sagau)

(second person pov)

part4 —> part5 —> part6

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Sinking into the bathtub, you sigh happily as you finally take a much needed bath. All that moving in one day sure is exhausting..

You take your time enjoying the amenities that resided in Diluc’s guest bathroom, such as countless soaps, masks, lotions, and even skincare products. If you hadn’t known better, you would’ve assumed it was a luxury hotel..

Changing into your new set of silk pajamas, you couldn’t help but stare at yourself in the mirror. Back on earth, you had the occasional pimple or two, but now your skin looked better than ever. Could it have been because of Diluc’s immaculate products or could It have been because of the effects of tyvat? Questions like these plagued your mind as you suddenly feel the urge for a late night snack.

Creeping down the stairs quietly, you notice a warm figure sitting on an armchair near the fireplace.

“Diluc..?” You say softly as though not to disturb him. hearing no reply, you walk quietly over to him and notice he’s asleep.

His position is straight as if he were awake, but his tilted head and relaxed, closed eye expression gives away his deep slumber. Gently chuckling you can’t help but stare at his soft face. Unlike awake Diluc, this Diluc is much more soft and peaceful. not as stressed and not as stiff as he was before.

gently shuffling over to the couch, you bring over a blanket and drape it over his shoulders, making sure the blanket covers his entire body besides his head. Proud of your work, you step back and stretch, now reminded of your previous reason for coming down the first floor.

you head over to the kitchen and grab what seems to be tea time snacks from the fridge. Surely Adeline won’t mind..

Gobbling them up, you down a cup of water and sneak back upstairs. With a satisfied smile you bury yourself under the luxurious covers of the bed and fall into a peaceful dream.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Smiling softly, Diluc couldn’t help but bask in the warmth of the blanket draped over his body. He knew he was enamored by you when you had begun to chat back at the tavern, but now he couldn’t help but relish in the fact that he was the one to receive your kindness, your soft touch..

you had gotten so close to him too. Tucking in the blanket behind his shoulders and fixing the blanket to cover his whole body, Diluc was so nervous that you would hear his heart beat out of chest from your fleeting and gentle touches. Even though they weren’t much, it still made him feel so tingly. It was only then did he realize, did others receive this much kindness from you? Surly they didn’t deserve it. They probably don’t even know the worth of your smile or the worth of your kindness.

Diluc was certain about this. You shouldn’t be so trusting of others.. what if they end up treating you badly? What if they hurt you? All these thoughts plagued his mind as he glared at the fireplace. You had so easily followed him back to his manor and had so easily believed every word he said. Of course, Diluc would never be so barbaric and lie to you or harm you. He was sure that if it was anyone else who had offered you to stay in their home, that they would most definitely harm you in someway.

the thought was unbearable

sighing softly, Diluc got up from the armchair and made his way upstairs. Passing by your room, he could hear soft snores. Smiling at your silly noises, Diluc made his way to his bedroom.

perhaps it was best if you stayed with him..

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Hello world ���

[forbidding-souda]

if you haven't already, could you do mondo, kazuichi and hajime with a goth girlfriend who's very feminine? tyty <3

Mondo Oowada, Kazuichi Souda, and Hajime Hinata with a very feminine goth girlfriend

I looked through my masterlists bc i thought already wrote one and that i wrote hella goth fics but appareantly it's only 2 so I'm tweaking. here you go anon ily here.

might be repetitive but who caresss

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Sorry if it's underwhelming, I didn't realize how short it was until I read it over this morning. Highkey was high when I wrote the small scenario parts and the bold text. [next day, afternoon edit: wtf was i talking about this shit long ash LMFAO]

-Mod Souda

Mondo Oowada

❤ Perfect. Perfect for his aesthetic. Perfect for the atmosphere his home presents and you're such a perfect doll to great him at the gate of Hope's Peak every day. People are only surprised to know you two are together because of the fact that he pulled such a baddie. He'll wrap an arm around his shoulder and tell anybody who makes a comment to fuck off. He can pull. Duh. He's got you. But it's hard for anybody to take him seriously when he'll melt at the sound of your laugh.

"If you get your fucking," he wipes his cheek, "lipstick on me one more time." "You're going to what?" He stares down at his hand, the black lipstick smeared on the back of it from his touch. His cheek is stained. It's going to look ridiculous (but not as much as post-smear). His eyes hold a glare that's more intense than if you had just cursed at him. "Nothin'." Once again, he wipes his cheek, smearing it more. "Don't do that shit again." You in fact do that shit again.

❤ Don't get your makeup on him. It ruins his masculinity. His gang makes fun of him when he rides with black lipstick on his face, forehead to chin.

❤ On the back of a motorcycle in all black with heeled shoes brrr brrr.

❤ Yeah but tuck those necklaces in.

❤ And omg he's going to steal some of your hairspray sorry but he will. Whether you mind it or not. He's going to do it.

❤ + your over-the-top makeup yesss the both of you attract so many stares.

❤ I imagine people would want to take pictures of you two. He'd fucking hate it but you're like yes of course!!!!

❤ He tries to avoid main cities anyway as much as he can anyway.

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Kazuichi Souda

❤ Worships you like it's nobodies business. You look just like a dream. The prettiest girl he's ever seen. From the cover of a magazine. Literally that fr. He's that obsessed with you. He's the type to carry you over a sewer grate so you don't get your heels stuck in it. He helps you tie your corsets and he'll buckle your boots for you. He'll kiss your neck whenever you're leaned over the bathroom counter doing your makeup. His intimacy is acts of service, but only for you. He'd do anything for you.

"Kazuichi?" You call from your bedroom. In the early morning, he's in the living room watching TV. At the sound of your call, your tone mildly concerned, he stands without hesitation. But you weren't in danger or anything. You were just having a hard time buckling your bra. Once he opened the door, you glance over. "Do it for me." It was more of a command than a request. "W-Woah there," he laughs nervously, taking a few steps at a time. "Sure, yeah. Sure thing." With no sign of the internal fluster, he hides the urge he gets to just stare at your half-covered chest like it were glowing. He steps behind you, focusing his eyes on your shoulder blades before strapping on the second hook of your bra. You had only managed to get one in. "There you go, gorgeous." You hum, a small smile on your face. "Thank you." Looking over your shoulder at him, you see his composure and how it changed drastically while you weren't looking. His cheeks were pink and his eyebrows were furrowed with distress. "Yeah," he says breathlessly, finally getting a look at your chest. "Anytime."

❤ Lord knows he just wants to gobble you whole like om nom nom.

❤ Yes he does the cooking yes he does the cleaning.

❤ He's your malewife.

❤ It makes sense to me somehow that he would be with somebody who's hyper-feminine. It's a good match.

❤ I'm in between the thought that he'd either make goth girlfriend jokes or hate them. I feel like he'd hate seeing memes about it bc it makes him feel like they're about you specifically. Bc you're HIS girlfriend. HIS.

❤ Shows you off.

❤ You'd probably be taller than him in some of your shoes.

❤ You'd get along with his classmates hella.

❤ And he'll give you the cutest pet names. Enchantress, spider, might call you evil as a tease.

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Hajime Hinata

❤ You're both each other's scary dog privileges. With his glare and your outward appearance, it makes you two completely unapproachable. Hangouts in the dark of night have never been safer. You don't have to be scared of shit. He's here, and you're here. Fair's fair. There's not a person in the world that would want to bother you, and the fear of annoying you breaks any onlookers confidence. Plus, you're gorgeous, and it's threatening.

"Press this button to jump." He handed you the controller, and now he's practically leaning over you as he places his hands over your own. "I got it Hajime." "Just making sure." When you try and hone in on the button, your nail gets in the way. You smile to yourself before outstretching your finger to place the pad of your finger on it, your fingerprints practically sticking to it as you press down hard. But your nail had reached the button ahead of it, grazing down, lifting a bit upwards. Your face scrunches up at the sensation. "Uhh, are you alright?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowed but smiling with adoration. "I'm good," you chuckle. "Beauty is pain."

❤ I see him as not gaf or being overly appreciative of the fact that you're goth. It's just your style. Nothing to get handsy over.

❤ He does like uniqueness tho and ofc you're the embodiment of that.

❤ Fucking hates when tourists want to take a picture though because they'll exclude him. I imagine tourists are the people that would walk up to you, locals not so much.

❤ Literally those memes of goth girlfriend with plain gamer boy.

❤ He can work an all-black wardrobe though.

❤ He looks a bit alternative just naturally. So replace those white button-ups with a black one and bam. You'll match.

[enj4s]

─── ˚𝜗𝜚. ⋆ VULNERABLE VICES♡! ᡣ𐭩 .

─── ˚୨୧⋆ ABOUT♥︎; Wingman Laito gets Reiji drunk and you take care of him.

── SLIGHT WARNINGS(??); bit of swearing. mention of Reiji poisoning u previously (typical). nonchalant you 🥶. you and Reiji are lovers but shit is 2 complicated it's not even mentioned or there, but the love is in the air ig

─── ˚୨୧⋆ PAIRING; Reiji Sakamaki from diabolik lovers.

♡ Author note : "Get right into it" 😭 helpp im sorry sjsjjsbn i caught a nasty ass cold and was out in the covers for some days, I hope u like it ♡!!!

As the Sakamaki brothers and you gather around the long table for the usual meal routine, you find yourself growing used and accustomed to the strict schedule. The enforced etiquette lessons from Reiji you've endured have imprinted a sense of discipline upon you, though the monotony often leaves your mouth yawning during the sessions. A snicker leaves your mouth suddenly, your head flashing you with the most unnecessary picture of Reiji's bewildered face, he looked like he was loosing his shit back when you first arrived at the mansion and gobbled everything you could reach with the same fork. It was a crime to him.

"Ne, aren't you bothered?" Laito suddenly calls from beside you, cutting the silence in the large dining room. His green eyes fixated on your every move.

"Why would I be?" You asked calmly as you popped a cherry tomato into your mouth with an indifferent expression, Reiji's orders of not talking with a full mouth thrown out the window. If you were honest, you've never saw the brothers themselves follow Reiji's strict orders.

Ayato was out there, across the table, sitting with his legs propped on the table, completely disregarding the table etiquette that Reiji had emphasized time and time again.

Laito leaned in, his sultry tone drawing your attention as he continued, "Well, you know, Reiji never compliments, clings, or shows you any affection, is that not bothering you even a tiny bit?"

Ayato chimed in from across the table, his legs still casually propped up on the surface, "Yeah, come to think of it, Reiji's never said a single nice thing to you. Aren't you annoyed by that?"

You met their words with a nonchalant shrug, your expression indifferent. "I could care less," you replied. "I'm not one for affection anyway."

"..Ehh. Boring.." The red head sighed, feigning a frown, he hummed out loud as he thought for a while, before he perked up. "Ah! I've got an idea~" He sang. You held back the urge to shoot the idea down instantly. Whatever came out of his mouth any day, only promised an upcoming disaster.

You tilt your head, giving him a chance. Hoping you won't regret the simple act. "What?"

Laito gave you an, "You'll see," that promised no good, a sly grin spreading across his face as he skipped across the table poured something into Reiji's cup, and sat back beside you all innocently. Your eyes shot wide with alarm, and you couldn't help but glance back and forth between Laito and Reiji's cup. What The Hell!?

Reiji walked back in the room to place what's left of food in the tray, then sat down in his usual spot with his usual grace, seemingly unaware of Laito's meddling. If you were honest, you were mostly scared of getting dragged into Laito's antics rather than Reiji's health. Vampires had strong systems, anyway.

Your heart leapt to your throat when you saw Reiji dig in, soon he'd drink.. your hand flew to pinch Laito's side. "What's in that?!" you whispered, your hushed tone betraying your growing anxiety, your voice barely audible in your attempt to avoid drawing attention.

Laito barely flinched as you pinched his side, keeping up his carefree demeanor and feigning innocence. "Oh, nothing special~ Just some alcohol, to spice things up a bit," He replied with a mischievous grin, he gave you a lazy wink.

"You'll thank me later."

You could feel your body tensing with anxiety, struggling to maintain a stoic facade while Reiji continued eating, seemingly oblivious to your inner turmoil.

Ayato continued to eat undisturbed, seemingly unconcerned about the anything happening. Laito, likewise, showed no signs of anxiety or worry, his nonchalance only fueling the tension building inside you. You fought to maintain a calm exterior, fearing that Reiji would suspect you if anything went awry.

As dinner concluded, you decided to take the initiative and help with the dishes, distancing yourself from Laito incase Reiji got poisoned or something. You gathered the empty dishes and headed towards the kitchen with said second eldest, catching a hint of surprise in his gaze. The sound of running water filled the air as you began washing the dishes, the atmosphere slightly tense, yet you both worked silently side by side.

CRAASH!

Your heart leaped in your chest as a sudden sound of a broken dish startled you out of your skin. Your earlier anxiety resurfaced, and your skin paled, knowing how much tableware meant to Reiji. A sudden wave of worry washed over you, making you wonder if you were responsible for the broken dish. But as you looked down, you realized that nothing was beneath you.

Reiji's usual precision and attention to detail were second to none, so the thought of him being careless enough to break a dish was nearly unimaginable.

Your stomach twisted into knots as you glanced up, your body going cold. You had hoped to escape Laito's influence, but now you found yourself smack dab in the middle of the situation he had instigated. Your eyes widened as Reiji clutched the sink, his pale cheeks now reddened, betraying his state. He seemed to be swaying a bit too..

It seemed that whatever Laito had poured into Reiji's cup was taking effect. He said...just alcohol, right..? That much relieved you a bit. And it actually seemed like it.

".. Reiji-san.. are you okay?" You hesitantly ask the stupid question, not knowing what else to ask.

Reiji's magenta orbs seemed hazy as he glanced down at you.

"I..I'm fine," He managed to utter through gritted teeth, though the obvious flush on his cheeks betrayed his words. It was clear that something was not right, but he tried to brush it off, seemingly stubborn in not admitting his discomfort.

You froze, suddenly remembering something Laito had said a while ago. Reiji couldn't handle a single. drop. of alcohol.

Great.

You end up successfully leading Reiji back to your room after much swaying, rocking and stubbornness. As you turn to leave his bedroom, deciding to respect and give him some privacy, a gloved hand grasps your wrist, you glance down at him. "Reiji-san, I need to go clean up the mess in the kitchen, I'll be here if you need somethi—"

"Stay."

Your eyes widen. "What?"

"I said stay," He repeated, more firmly. Too drunk off his ass that his ego left him as well, if not, you'd probably never catch him in this position.

You sigh, settling onto the chair beside his bed, watching him with a mix of fascination and concern as the effects of the alcohol continued to take their toll on his normally restrained and collected self.

Your heart squeezed.

You had ever witnessed this before. As he lay on the bed, weary and drunk off his ass, his pale, porcelain-like cheek squished against the sheets, his eyes half-lidded and hazy, he looked almost adorable. If you didn't remember that his acts and that he poisoned you over three times. His glasses pushed up against his face, causing a slight discomfort.

You reached out to carefully remove his glasses, and his hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around your wrist, locking it in a surprisingly tight grip. You flinched slightly at the unexpected contact, anticipating a protest or resistance. But instead, he nuzzled his cheek against your hand, seemingly in need of physical touch.

You froze. Laito's words flashing back, "You'll thank me later," As much as you hated to admit that once you are indeed thankful..God.. Reiji looked too fucking cute.

You reach a hesitant hand, resting it on his hand, gently tousling and rubbing his purple locks.

Reiji seemed to almost instantly melt into your touch as you reached out to gently rub his head. His usual rigid demeanor softened, and his taut muscles relaxed slightly. He let out a low, satisfied sound in the back of his throat, his grip on your wrist loosening a bit as he leaned into your touch.

He was completely relaxed under your touch after a few strokes, but he seemed to crave more physical contact. He shifted a bit, gently tugging at your arm, a hint of neediness in his actions.

"Come here," he mumbled, his voice slightly slurred but firm. He attempted to pull her closer, his intention clear - he wanted cuddles.

He soon pulled you closer, his movements a mix of clumsiness and neediness. He wrapped his arms around your waist, his grip tight, as he drew your body against his. He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, nuzzling his flushed cheek against her skin, seeking comfort and closeness. Reiji's eyelashes bat against your neck ticklishly, his breathing gradually slowed, signalling that he was slowly falling asleep. His grip loosened and his body relaxed, his face still buried in the crook of her neck.

[ladykailitha]

Of Butterflies and Backstrokes Part 5

Hey guys!! Things are finally starting to move in this story, I'm not sure how much longer we have, but I just started Eddie's training, so whooo!!

In this we have Eddie being dumb, fixing it, and then apologizing properly! He can be taught!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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Robin smacked the back of Steve’s head as she walked past. “No staring. It’s creepy!”

Steve ducked his head and blushed. He had been caught staring so many times today that, yeah, it was starting to be a little creepy now. But in all fairness, Eddie was staring right back. A thought that sent Steve spiraling. But like in a ‘oh shit, that’s hot!’ way.

Which he really, really needed to tamp down on, because yes, the guy was eighteen, but like barely.

“You should just go talk to him,” Robin encouraged gently. Because for all her teasing, she knew how important it was for Steve to talk to him about his swimming.

Steve nodded. He had time until his next class. He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. He walked up to Eddie and flashed him his patented Harrington smile.

“Hey, you’re Eddie, right?” he said warmly. “Robin tells me you like to swim on Saturdays, yeah?”

Eddie blinked at him for a moment. “Um, hi. Yup! That’s me. My mom used to call me her little fish.”

Steve grinned. He liked that. He wished his mom had taken that kind of interest in his swimming. “I saw you swimming when I was helping Joyce set up for the party last weekend and you were really good! Did you compete in high school?”

“Nah,” Eddie said with a shrug. “I wanted to, but I couldn’t get someone to take me that early in the morning so I stopped. Competed in middle school, though. I was decent enough, I guess.”

Steve was shocked. To have to stop just when you hit your stride must have been quite the blow.

“That fucking sucks, man,” Steve said with a grimace. He scratched his cheek thoughtfully. “You ever think about competing on the national level? Because I really think you could.”

Eddie rolled his eyes with a scoff. “Yeah, right. I couldn’t afford the coach let alone all the traveling I’d have to do to make it to meets. I’m going to have to pass on that one.”

“There’s actually a program here for people who can’t afford it,” Steve hedged. “Robin used it when we both first started out.” He was fighting back the urge to start biting his nails.

Eddie’s eyes narrowed and Steve gulped. “Is that so?” He nodded. “Well ain’t that nice. Still not interested.”

Steve wished the floor would swallow him or that pool would suddenly flood or that he’d get a brain aneurysm and die, right there on the spot. He pursed his lips together and nodded with his whole upper body. He turned on his heel and walked away.

When he was about to the other side of the pool, Eddie called out, “Who would even want to coach me?”

Steve turned around with a grin. “I would.” Then he spun on his toes and walked out of the pool area to the cool fresh air of the hallway.

~

Once Steve was out of the pool area and into the hall, he had a full on panic attack. He sank to the floor and held his head in his hands. Why the fuck did he offer to coach Eddie? He didn’t know Eddie, he was afraid of deep water, and he hadn’t even talked to Joyce yet.

It was a real mess now, but the words just forced themselves from him and now he wants to gobble them back up. Well maybe they’ll just avoid each other from now on. They had done a pretty good job up to this point, they could just continue as normal and forget all about how Steve made a fool of his himself.

Then slowly he began to come out of his panic attack to the sounds of soft words and the gentle rubbing of his wrists with their thumbs. His breathing evened, his heart rate dropped, and his eyes fluttered open.

The eyes looking back at him were warm chocolate brown and deeply concerned. The angel in front of him said something but Steve couldn’t hear. Then all at once all the sounds came rushing back into the hall. And suddenly there were more people in the hall with him than he thought. In addition to Eddie who was the one holding his hands, Robin and Joyce were there too.

“I think he’s coming around,” Joyce said gently as Steve’s eyes focused on her. “Hey, there, Steve. Are you okay now?”

Steve gulped, nodding. He was feeling better. In fact he didn’t have a pounding headache like he usually had after an episode. “My head doesn’t hurt.” He looked over at Robin in confusion. “Why doesn’t it hurt?”

“Uh...” Eddie said hesitantly. “I might have something to do with that. I used some calming techniques my friend’s dad showed me.”

Steve turned to him, mouth open in awe. “Oh. Thank you.” He didn’t know what to do with that because technically it was his conversation with Eddie which caused the panic attack in the first place. But maybe that’s why Eddie helped, because he knew he’d caused it. That was a nice thought, Steve supposed.

Eddie smiled and stood back up. “I have to get back to work. You take care of yourself, okay Stevie?”

Steve nodded and Eddie slapped his hands on his knees, standing up. He muttered goodbye to the two women and then wandered off.

As Robin helped him to his feet, she said dryly, “I take it the conversation didn’t go well.”

He barked out a laugh causing Joyce to look back and forth between them in confusion. So Steve put her out of her misery. “I was telling him that he was good enough of a swimmer to compete, but I think he thought I was mocking him or something, because he kinda blew me off.”

He rubbed his temples for a moment before adding. “I even offered to coach him.”

Joyce blinked at him for a moment. “You offered what now?”

When he looked up both Robin and Joyce were looking at him with large, wide eyes and slack jaws. “Yeah, that’s kinda what started the panic attack if I’m honest. I know I am like the worst person for the job with all my...” he waved his hand helplessly. Then he snapped his fingers. “Issues. Anyway. It was nice of him to help me out after all that.”

“Dingus...” Robin said with a heavy sigh. “What were you going to do if he accepted?”

Steve grimaced and ducked his head. “Have you help me?” He looked up at her through his eyelashes and batted them, pouting.

Robin pushed his shoulder. “Disgusting!” Then she gave him a huge hug and kiss on the cheek. “Of course I’d help you.”

“I think it would be perfect,” Joyce blurted out. They both turned and looked at her. “This place could use the publicity if I’m honest. There are other pools in Indy that have been bringing in the bigger names. So if Eddie accepts and starts training under five time gold medal champion Steve Harrington...”

“Then this place could start bringing in the big names again,” Robin said. “Not to say that Steve isn’t a big name of his own,” she added when Steve’s face twisted into something like offense.

Steve shook his head. “Which isn’t going to happen because he said no.”

Joyce and Robin sighed. There was that. But they knew they shouldn’t go trying to pressure Eddie into it. Plus, despite how good he was there was no telling he’d be on par or better than his younger peers.

Steve and Robin left Joyce standing there, pondering her dilemma.

~

Eddie chewed on the inside of his cheek thoughtfully. He was grateful that the technique worked, but he was pretty sure that he had caused the attack in the first place. Which was... not good. He could have handled the offer to have him trained to compete a little better. Steve was paying him a compliment and he threw it back in his face as charity. He didn’t need charity not from no one.

There was no two ways about it. He was going to have to apologize. Which was never his strong suit. But he’d do it. He just wasn’t going to take Steve up on his offer. He would see about staying on here as paid help because then he could still have access to his beloved pool.

It took him a couple of days but finally their schedules matched up and Eddie was on his break and Steve had time between classes again.

“Um, hey,” he said timidly, sauntering up to Steve. “I just wanted to apologize for being a bitch on Monday. I was rude and that wasn’t fair.”

A slow smile spread out over Steve’s face. “Thanks. I did just spring it on you without an preamble, so...”

Eddie laughed. “Yeah, there was that. But it still was mean and I should have been nicer.”

“Well, you made up for it by helping me with the panic attack afterwards,” Steve said. “I’d say that makes us even.”

“A panic attack I’m pretty sure I caused.”

Steve winced, confirming the worst of Eddie’s suspicion on that one. Steve rubbed his chin thoughtful. “I’ll tell you what, if you teach Robin and Joyce that technique you used to pull me out of my panic attack, then we’ll be even.”

Eddie smiled that sweet closed mouth smile that melted Steve’s insides when he saw it. “Sure thing I can do that. On Saturday before the crew swim. I’ll teach them both.”

Steve’s shoulders relaxed. That was going to be so useful, having multiple people know how to get him out of an attack would make it easier for him to go out in public. Something that was very limited after the incident in Beijing.

“That’ll be great, thanks.”

“You should come too,” Eddie suggested. “I know you don’t like being in the pool, but you could come hang out and have a little fun for a change.”

Steve gasped dramatically. “What do you mean? Isn’t teaching beginning classes meant to be fun?”

Eddie’s eyes went wide. It took him two seconds long than it should have to realize that Steve was joking him. He pushed Steve’s shoulder playfully.

“At least with us,” he teased, “we won’t try and drown you, deliberately or otherwise.”

Steve tilted his head to side and looked at him in confusion. Where the urge to bite those cheeks came from, Eddie will deny knowing until his last breath. “I saw that snotty teenaged little shit try to pull you into the pool. That’s fucked up at hell.”

Steve’s smile was blinding. “Fair enough. I like getting to sleep in on Saturdays, but we’ll see.”

Eddie grinned back. “I never used to get up this early for school. But ya know, keeping out of jail is pretty inspiring.”

“I could see that, yeah,” Steve agreed. “It was the one downside being on the swim team in high school.”

“You went to a regular high school?” Eddie asked tilting his head. “I would have thought after getting fifth in your first Olympics you would have gone to a special school for kids that are huge in sports or whatever?”

Steve blinked at him for a moment. “Do they have schools like that?”

“They do for like actors and shit,” Eddie said with a shrug. “So I assumed they would have something similar for the jocks.”

Steve laughed. “Yeah, no. That would have been preferable.” He shook his head. “But no, it’s much more cut throat that than that. Pretty much, schools try and poach students from other schools to make the best sports teams.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “Wait, really?”

“Yep!” Steve said beaming at him. He looked up at the clock on the wall. “Look, my next class is about to start. So I really should get going. Especially with Joyce’s son in the class, I don’t want to be late.”

“Why is he starting so late?” Eddie asked. “I would have thought with Joyce being in charge of the rec center and his older brother literally being a trainer too, he would have been in the tots class.”

Steve nodded. “She didn’t get the manager position until five years ago and Will was afraid of the water by then. So they just waited until he was ready.”

“So he’s ready now?” Eddie asked curiously.

“Mhmm,” Steve hummed. “All his friends are going to be in the class with him, so he ready to hop in the pool with them.”

Eddie smiled. “That’s cute.”

That surprised a huff of laughter out him. “Sure is. But don’t tell him that. He’s at the age where cute is akin to baby and well...”

“He’s too old for that?” Eddie finished.

“Yeah.”

“I feel that,” Eddie agreed. “Have fun in your class, and remember you can always make it look like an accident.”

Steve laughed out right at that and waved goodbye. Eddie watched him go feeling better about the whole panic attack thing. Now all he had to do was make sure it never happened again. Or at least not by his own big fucking mouth.

~

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[syrma-sensei]

Somewhere In Your Heart, Ch.7: The Scandal Date.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Fem!reader.

Rating: Explicit.

Setting: In the early 80s.

Word Count: 3.5k.

Warnings: Smut, drug consumption, angst...

Summary: Soldier Boy lives through the ennui of his peak, but everything is about to change when he has a shift in his heart.

Ben is grunting at your ear as he pounds into from behind. He has you on your fours, hands on your hips while his cock is buried deep inside of you. His rhythm is slow and leisure unlike his rough and crass demeanour. He's taking his time with you, bringing you to the edge with his fingers on your clit, only to let go before you reach your peak. Sonorous mewls find their way out of your lips, while your nether ones cloy his cock wet.

When he brings you pleasure, he's fast to follow. He rests upon your body for moments before he pulls away to leave your body shivering and yearning at his absence inside it.

You hear him shuffle the drawer of the bedside table open, then you hear something being smashed. You glance up and find him lining up toots of bennies on the surface. Dipping down his head, he sniffs in the powder and lets out a groan. He closes his eyes, giving it time to kick in.

After minutes, he opens his eyes and his gaze falls upon you, “Want some?”

You sit up, pulling the silky dauvet up to cover your breasts, “No, I'm good.” Your answer comes out in a curt tone.

Ben raises a brow; he doesn't like the attitude you've been giving him for the past few days. You've been snappy and reluctant, barely talking to him, and it's starting to get irksome. He's mainly keeping you because you provided him with good company. He doesn't want the source of his current glee to get replaced with a grumpy broad.

Is it about the other day? When you asked him if he loved you?

Love?

He thought you'd know better than this. True he has a feeling that whatever you two have is more than a fleeting fling, more than whatsoever he had with other women before you. You make him feel complete, and have no need to get involved with others. It's something akin to commitment. He's fulfilled by having only you. He'll have you under his wing, you'll be in his care, he'll provide you with protection and dote on you. He won't let any fuckface like Jack lay a finger on you. He'll do what a man should do to… his woman. Yes, that's it. You're his woman now. You're his. Which means you're allowed to let your feminine urges get the best of you, you're a woman after all, being vulnerable and sensitive is a part of you. He understands that. But he's the man, thus, weakness isn't an option. He won't have it. He won't have you as his weakness; he won't have you as the feeble rock others would use to strong-arm him. And love is a weakness.

He's doing this to protect you. It's his job to do. So, Ben decides to let your little attitude slide and drop it. It's not worth it, you're a smart girl. He's certain you'll come around soon enough.

He inhales another line then feels your body shift on bed. Swivelling his body, he watches you get up naked and ambling to the bathroom without a word. His eyes furrow; usually, you invite him inside. But this time you don't. Ben groans and gobbles down another line.

You step in and turn the shower on, and the splatter on your body, then cascades down your skin. Your tears mingle with it. You can't take it anymore, this relentless war between your heart and mind.

Your heart beats for this man, and your mind hates it. You don't need to be smart to acknowledge that you love him, and he ruthlessly broke it the other day, and those small splinters of your heart still pulse into life with love for him.

Water trails down your body, washing him off your skin, it seems as if his scent clings to it. His hand barely let you off of his touch, as if they are starving for you. His touch makes you feel wanted, appreciated, and most importantly… safe.

Outside the bathroom, Ben is staring at the wall as he waits for you to get out, mind wandering miles away. He thinks of your future together. He thinks of the possibility of taking this to the next level. Maybe he should make you his wife. Yes, you'll do good as his wife. Maybe have a litter of kids with you too. Ben feels something alien sprouting in his chest at the thought. Little rugrats running in the yard with a golden retriever. A perfect life. He sighs melancholically. Is it possible? He never gave marriage much of a thought before. But now, he's seriously considering it. He never was a guy for long-term commitments. But you… you did something that altered the chemicals in his brain. Fucking bewitching.

Yes, he's liking where this is going. He'll make it up to you. He'll show you that he… cares. 

He glances at you as you emerge from the bathroom, two towels wrapped around your body and your head.

“Do you have anything on Friday night?”

You stop in your tracks and look at him, “No, not as of yet.”

“Good,” He gets up, body naked, meandering down to you, “Make yourself ready then, I'm taking you on a date.”

Later in the afternoon, you go to a beauty centre to get dolled up for your date with Ben. And as expected, two bodyguards accompanied you to your destination. And now they're standing by the door of the saloon. Emerald, the saloon's manager, whines about them scaring off her clients. You offer your sincerest apologies and promise not to stay long.

Now, and after Lucy, the hairdresser, spruces your hair up, you sit in a chair and below a blow dryer to fix your new hair coiffure. You read a magazine while you go through it. It features Ben and Payback. You sigh as you leaf through the pages. You see Ben wherever you go. His posters and pictures are all over the place.

Sparing your wristwatch a glimpse, you find you spent thirty minutes waiting for her. She's late, you think. Your eyes glance back to the magazine again.

“Pssst!” Your ears prick at the familiar sound of Lana and you turn your head.

“Don’t… don't look at me,” She says through a gritted smile, eyes are off you. “Pretend you don't know me,” She tells you, “It’s safer for the both of us…”

She grabs a magazine from the coffee table in front of her and opens it, “So, what'd you get me?”

You fall silent before you answer, “Nothing…”

Her eyes widen, “We had a deal, Ms. (L/N).”

“I know!” That was a bit loud; your eyes give a quick scan to see if anyone noticed. Luckily, none did. The dryer is loud enough to tune out your voice. You sigh, “I know… but…”

“But what?” She prompts.

But what? You ask yourself the same question. Why are you still hesitant to find her something to write about that can damage Soldier Boy's image? Ben is full of flaws that can be used against him. Anything can make a difference. Would it though? Vought would know it were you; they'd kick you out for it, and you'd be homeless again.

“You’re scared.” Lana remarks.

“Of course I am.” You reply even though it's not you to show anyone your vulnerability. You showed once to someone and look where it got you.

“I don't think they'd do anything to you if they found out about it.”

You glance up at her. Her confidence is irksome to be honest. “What makes you think that?”

“Look around you…” She says, “Everyone is talking about Soldier Boy's human girlfriend. You're popular, they make money off of you. Vought is smart enough not to throw away such an important asset, isn't it?”

She has a point. But still, you've been in their employment for only several months. What does that compare to Ben's career with them? You're still finding it hard to swallow, that you're important.

“Plus, what about your brother?”

You flinch at her mentioning him. How the fuck does she know about him?

She chuckles at your surprised expression, “I’m a journalist, honey, it's my job to know things.” A pause, “Anywho, back to our deal… I need something. Anything.”

You sigh, “Like what? Are you gonna write about him taking me to dinner tonight?” You snicker, that girl is getting you more and more uncomfortable. For a moment, you regret calling her.

“What place is he taking you to?” She demands.

You raise your brow at her question. You meant to discourage her by sarcasm, but obviously she wasn't. So, you answer, “Regal House.”

The sly smirk on her face makes you shift.

“I have a cuzz who works there.”

“Meaning…?”

“You’ll get him to do something scandalous, people love scandalous shit. You just get him there and I'll do the rest.”

“But—”

“We’re gonna make history together tonight.” She stands up after she checks her hair in the mirror then leaves.

“I’m not letting her do this shit.” Ben tells Legend, frowning at the raunchy concept art of you the latter is showing him.

Legend has spent the past thirty minutes trying to convince him with this brilliant idea of Edgar.

“I tell ya, the fans are gonna love it… Your point are topping off more than ever.”

Ben spares the posters on the table that displays you in a hot bikini. How dare they objectify you. You're not a suit of meat to parade. You're his fucking girl. He won't let this happen. Not a chance.

“I said no.” Ben simmers and he's about to hit the roof if Edgar pushes this further.

Legend flinches at the way Ben seethes. “Okay, okay…” He clears his throat, adjusting his tie, “But I have to remind you that she works for Vought now. And she has a job to do.”

Ben can detect the sly, hidden threat in Legend’s tone and his teeth grit together. He's seeing red now. He grabs Legend by his collar and hisses, “Listen here you little fuck, neither you nor Vought have the power to make her do that shit for you. That fuckface was the last one to pimp her out. I won't have my woman be a painted whore for you or Vought. So you can tell Edgar and the rest of the board to eat my shit.”

When Ben lets go of him, Legend braces himself then lets out a small chuckle, shooting Ben a private grin.

Fuck, Ben tells himself; he just made himself out to be a sitting duck, and the target is you.

Ben takes you to the upscale restaurant. A hostess leads you in to your booked table and pulls out the chairs for you. Ben stops her when she's about to draw yours.

“I’ll take it from here, sugartits,” He comments, “You can go.”

The hostess leaves with tinctured cheeks. He gazes at you and his grin falters upon your raised brow. “What, can't a man compliment other women?”

You snore, “That was hardly a compliment, Ben.”

“You’ll thank me when we get extra booze.” He persists.

You chuckle, “Never thought The Soldier Boy would have a problem with buying his…” You stop to grope for the right word. You're his what? His girlfriend? His lover? You're still not sure about your label. So, you settle for, “Woman extra drinks.” You awkwardly sit in your chair and he sits across from you.

His grin returns, “Is that a challenge? I'll have them set a fountain for us if you want to.”

“God forbid it…” You raise your hands up, “Last time we had a drinking competition, I crashed and burned.” You giggle. His supe metabolism astonished you at the memory. Sweet memories you're going to cherish. Honestly, you feel like a fraud. You claim you hate, but you don't. Why does this happen to you?

“How about a game then…” He suggests, leaning forwards on the clothed table.

“What kinda game?”

“Let’s make it simple…” A waiter comes by, a shiny tray in her hands, she sets two martini glasses to each side, then Ben stops her to pour down vintage wine himself, “How does ‘Never have I ever’ sound to you?”

“Oh, I'm down for it,” You arch an amused brow, “But how does it sound to you?”

“I can handle worse.” He answers.

“Then it's settled.”

“I wanna go first.”

“You got it.” He says. You smile. Perfect. Ben nods and raises his glass, the game is afoot.

“Never have I ever…” You hum pensively, thinking of something simple. You don't want to go into the ugly business right off the bat. You glance up at the roof and see the glamorous chandeliers hanging on the roof of the hall. Then you have an idea. A silly one, but you think it will do.

“Had my first kiss before fifteen.”

Your eyes settle upon Ben, waiting for him to take a sip from his drink. Surprisingly, he doesn't.

You blink, “No way…”

His lips flash a boyish grin, “Believe it or not, doll, I didn't have my first kiss until 1936.”

You do the maths and then gasp. Who would've thought Herogasm’s founder had his first kiss at seventeen.

“My turn,” He smirks, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Never have I ever gone through the back door.”

You snicker. Of course he'd go for something below the belt. Your fingers delicately curl around the stem of your glass and you take a big gubble of your wine.

“Dare I ask with who?” He prompts.

“It wasn't with a client if that's what you're asking…” He raises his hands up and you shake your head, “I did it with someone who was special at the time… out of the spite of Jack.” You chuckle at the memory. You let that guy have you in a unique way to feel free from Jack's grasp. God, did that feel good. But in all likelihood, not as half as Ben's good.

You clear your throat when Ben scowls mentioning Jack's name. He really abhors the man, the fact makes a giddy bubble simmer in your stomach.

“My turn,” You say, raising your brows, “Never have I ever… stolen money.”

Ben chuckles, then drinks some of his wine.

Well, he went from rags to riches. Maybe he had to steal money to eat at some point. Yes, you watched his bio movie.

To your surprise, Ben sneers, “I know what you're thinking, doll…”

“Oh, really, do you now?” Your brow quirks up.

“The thing is…” He hesitates for a moment before he continues, “I've never been poor.”

Your brows furrow, “What do you mean?”

“See, my old man owned half of the steel mills back home…”

“I don't understand…” You say, flummoxed, “But your picture showed us you were born poor and learned the values of hard work, tenacity, and bravery while growing up on the streets…”

He chuckles with a bit of bitterness, “You sure watched that movie plenty of times.”

“Well, I actually did…” You reply, “I found solace in your story. It gave me the fire to live.”

He smiles with bitter genuinity this time, “Well, that's nice to hear. But hate to disappoint you. It was all a lie.”

You feel as though someone slapped you in the face. It was all a lie? You scoff. Maybe that should be suffice for Lana to write about. Speaking of the devil. You wonder if she's in here right now.

You reluctantly gaze at Ben, “Excuse me, I have to powder my nose…”

“Sure thing, doll…”

You head into the ladies room and you run into none other Lana.

“For Christ's sake!” You sizzle.

“Hey to you too.” She rolls her eyes, “By the way you're doing great.” You enter a booth to do your business and she's still talking, “The way he looks at you… You sure have him in a chokehold, don't you?” And she goes on and on.

You huff in the booth, rolling your eyes at her behind the door. “Lana.”

“Yes?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

When you're out to wash your hands, she continues, “I brought you something.”

“What?”

She fishes a small plastic bag out of her purse and gives it to you. 

“What is this?”

“Some quality smack.” She grins, “You’re gonna give it to him and have some so I can take pictures.”

You gawk at her for a moment, process what she just said. “We’re in a fucking restaurant!”

“Well, thanks for stating the obvious.” She replies.

“How the fuck do you expect America's sweetheart to inhale crack in a public place?!” You simmer in anger.

“Well, first, this is no public place. Second, you're gonna figure that out.”

“How are you even gonna take snaps?”

She smirks wickedly, “That’s my business. Now, go do yours.”

You sit back across from Ben who's been waiting for you. “Ah, here she is…” He grins at you. You notice you've grown fond of the wrinkles that appear when he smiles at you.

You smile back.

“Ben…” You say coquettishly.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I want to have some.”

His eyebrows furrow momentarily then it casts upon him. “I’ll have some hustled up for you when we're back.”

You grin beguilingly, “What if I said I have some now.”

He raises a brow at you, “Show me that stuff.”

You open your purse and give him the goods. He sniffs the bag, and his lips flip, impressed. “Where’d you get this?”

You don't even startle, “I have my sources.”

“Well, that smells good…”

After dinner, Ben drags through the hall and into an empty staff room as if he knew his way in, maybe he did before. Once in, he lines up some powder on the counter by the door.

“You never did this?” You shake your head. “Just take it in through your nose and let it do its mojo.”

“After you.” You encourage him, and so he does. He dips down and sniffs in a line from the table then sighs. “Oh, yeah, that's the shit…”

You follow his lead and inhale a white line. You've always been clean, you never did this before, thus, you sneeze immediately after the powder invades your nostrils. Ben chuckles.

“Not bad for a first timer.”

You giggle.

After several minutes you start to feel your heart racing up, and a rush through your body. Overwhelming excitement courses through your body as your pupils dilate. Ben smirks down at you, and you find it too sexy to resist. So, you lean in and kiss him.

Ben kisses you back with equal passion and can feel his heart beat faster. Maybe it's just the drugs or maybe it's you… he doesn't know. The only thing he knows is that he needs to be inside of you right now.

He pins you to the wall and shuffles the skirt of your gown up, hooking two deft fingers around the thin laces of your panties. Ben slips them down whereas you fumble his belt open, zipped down his pants with his boxers. And with one measured thrust he's inside of you.

You let out a hiss of pleasure as your walls hug him so eagerly. Arms wrapping around his neck, you enjoy every friction of his flesh on yours. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and moves in an aggressive passion.

“My pretty girl,” His voice is thick in a drawl, and his praise travels down to your core, tightening around his cock. He pulls back to gaze at you from under his lashes with a grin, you've never seen anything sexier than this. “My girl…”

Your eyes tear up, “Always…”

His thumbs wipes your tears away, then he kisses you again, his rhythm getting more and more erratic.

The two of you reach pleasure at the same time, and you shiver at the blessing.

You wobble at your spot as he slides out of you, leaving your cunt wet and quivering at his absence. His seed starts to leak on your inner thighs, soaking your panties. He shifts your panties back up.

“Ben!” You scold. Your panties are ruined now.

“Keep it there, pretty doll. If it were up to me, I'd want your pretty little pussy soaking with my swimmers.” You giggle at his dirty comment.

When you get back to Vought's tower, you have make more love. His supe stamina never ceases to impress you. You go for a couple of hours — the drugs you consumed helped, before you're spent.

Next day, you wake up to the disaster in the newspapers, displayed with a picture of Ben polishing off a line of coke, titled: Hypocrite.

But the only hypocrite you surely know is none other than yourself.

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[strangelittlestories]

It was in the 6th year of the Wars of the Real that the anti-magicians and their Realis project (that all should act in accordance with certain physical laws) were truly challenged. This was due in no small part due to a singular invention from a family of forest witches.

Their discovery was as ingenious as it was stupid. And it radically changed what a disparate collective was able to accomplish in the face of both overwhelming force and abstract certainty.

It also caused a truly historic amount of epic shitfuckery.

From “I Fought the Spore and the Spore Won: a history of Realis and Resistance”

- - -

“So, you’re the new recruit, huh?” The woman who spoke wore strange armour that looked like it had been grown out of wood. The helmet alone glinted with metal spikes.

“I … uh, I guess? Sorry, I’m kinda new to this whole ‘magical kingdom’ deal you’ve got going on here…” The recruit in question was wearing dull red overalls and a ‘what-the-fuck’ expression.

“No worries, kid. We put out a multiversal call for aid - so anybody with a latent magical destiny or a strong subconscious hero fantasy got pulled in. Very much a ‘To Whom It May Concern’ type of spell.” 

She patted him on the shoulder. Up close he could see that the spikes on her helmet were actually the shards of a broken crown.

“So, uh, do I get any kind of training?”

“You already did, buddy. The spell should’ve planted a ‘potential seed’ inside you. When you’re exposed to trauma, then just in the nick of time it’ll suddenly sprout into the skills you need to survive. Very dramatic.” She paused for a second. “Or you’ll die. Also very dramatic.”

“So … either I’ll be awesome or I’ll die?”

“Well, you would die … unless you have one of these.” She threw him a small vial. He fumbled the catch, but grabbed it on the second try. Inside the vial swirled a glowing grey-green mist. “You catch a mortal wound, drink it. Or smash it on the injury. The fungus inside will patch you up.”

“Fungus?” The man was a pretty even split of horrified and fascinated. He simultaneously wanted to throw the vial away like poison, or guzzle it like forbidden candy.

“Yeah, you ever hear of ‘ophiocordyceps unilateralis’?”

“The weird zombie ant mushroom? Yeah, I saw it on a documentary!”

“Well, a family of witch-mycologists - real wyrd scientist types - they brewed up this variant in their forest. They turned it from a parasite to a symbiote. If it knows who you are, it’ll heal your wounds, get your heart pumping, even move your limbs for you.”

“How do I get it to know who I am?”

“You feed it.” She grinned ghoulishly. “Chuck in some hair, some blood, whatever bits of you are going spare. Anything to sync it up to your DNA. Think of it as your very own cannibal sourdough starter.”

“And people actually use this?”

“Oh yeah. Folks swear by the stuff. They even had an argument over what nickname it should have. The winner was the truly cursed phrase ‘resurrection juice’.”

“...really?”

“Oh yeah. The juice brigade are pretty smug it caught on. Some smart alec tried to give it a mushroom name, but they got one-upped by the juice thing.”

“I’m not sure I’m a fan of sharing my body with a fungus.” He tried to find the right words to articulate the niggling philosophical nuances of the idea and failed. “It feels like, I dunno, a bad idea?”

“Oh, it’s a terrible idea. A real crock of stupid. Pure idiot-fuel. But sometimes, when the world’s against you, the truly bad idea is the only one you have.”

“But, I mean, once the fungus takes over … would I still even be me?” The urge to gobble up the taboo canape had begun to be edged out by the existential dread.

“Look at it this way: you’d be mushroom food anyways, right? Why not let it be mushrooms who think they’re you? I think it’s kinda comforting that when the time comes, I can just relax and let fungus take the wheel.”

The man paused for a second, pondering the nature of life, decay, and resurrection.

“Anyways, they’ll be summoning the portal to pipe us out on our first mission soon. So best get ready.” The princess (for that’s what she was) thought for a second, then asked: “By the way … what did you do before you got sucked up into this particular asscrack, anyhow?”

The man gulped.

“I was a plumber.” He said.

[scary-event2369]

Yandere! Alien (ONE-SHOT)

I’m sick as hell rn and I just want to write. Sorry it’s been awhile TT

Never wrote something like this before so be nice but criticism is always welcome!!

Also been awhile since I wrote smut, so i apologize if it’s not good either

Content: AFAB Reader (no gendered terms used), aphrodisiac effect (alien’s saliva), sexual themes, alien dick (ikyk) oviposition (egg-laying/having eggs inside you), breeding, brief mention of blood.  P -> V. Cunnilingus.  This is a lighter yandere.  —

You headed up to your grandparents' mountain cabin, craving some alone time to clear your head and unplug. It was meant to be a chill getaway, a routine check. The cozy rustic vibes inside welcomed you, but what caught you off guard was the sight of an alien, looking totally puzzled by a simple piece of fruit. It was almost cute, but definitely not part of the plan.

It was not even a full 24-hours before you heard a loud crash outside. Your first thought was a tree possibly falling. To your surprise, there was this odd pod thing sitting there. 

You immediately wanted to call someone, but then you remembered. No service, no humans around for miles – classic mountain problems. However, your curiosity got the best of you, so you grabbed a stick and poked the mysterious pod. It hissed open, releasing a fog that revealed a towering alien.

This dude was something else. Humanoid, but not quite right. Terrifying yet strangely captivating. Pale, almost ghostly skin, cat-like features with pointy ears and weird dark marks all over. Antennas sticking out of his head and long silky smooth white hair flowing down. 

Now, a few days later, he couldn't take his eyes off an apple, completely captivated like a kid in a candy store. His long finger reached out, gently tapping it.

"Want a bite?" I interrupted his apple stare-down. He turned to me, his language sounding weird, definitely not from around here, but the guy picked up English crazy fast.

"Can eat this?" he questioned, his voice all deep and otherworldly, like trying to put words to an alien sound. I nod, “Yeah go ahead. It’s pretty tasty.”

He snatched the apple, giving it a good sniff and admiring its vibrant red hue. Hesitating for a moment, he finally decided to take a cautious bite. His eyes widened, almost sparkling with surprise. Without wasting any time, he went for another bite, a grin spreading across his face.

A little chuckle escaped me."So, what do you think? Is the apple a hit?” I asked him between giggles. His mouth was full of the apple, the juice pouring down her cheek. “Apple... good," he responded with a few mysterious words, likely compliments, before switching back to English. "Tastes like Earth. Want more."

"More apples?" I questioned, making sure. His face lit up with happiness as he nodded. I got up from the couch and headed towards the kitchen. I grabbed more apples, including some oranges and pears for good measure. Dumping the fruity treasure on the end table, I declared, "Voila!"

He gobbled up the whole apple, even the core, and then flopped into a chair by the table. Snatching an orange, he sniffed it just like he did with the apple. A big bite, some chewing, and he declared, "Different, but good,” he mumbled with a nod. "Earth food, good." I shook my head, chuckling. "No, you can't eat the skin like that. Let me peel it for you," I said, quickly peeling it for him. "Here, give it another shot. It'll be way tastier this way." I held out the peeled orange, urging him to try it again.

He narrowed his eyes at it, unsure, then decided to take another bite. The look on his face mirrored the one he had when munching on the apple. "This is real good," he exclaimed, before launching into a stream of excited chatter in his own language. "You," he stopped to find the right word. "Smart! Lots of cool things. I wanna know more."

I flashed him a smile, saying, "Awh, thanks! I'm curious to know more about you too." We took a little pause, just locking eyes. His big, dark, almost black orbs were fixed right on me, kind of hypnotic. I turned my head and blurted out, "So, um, what else do you wanna find out?" His intense look left me a bit flustered.

I still felt his intense gaze burning into the side of my head. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and yanked me back onto the couch, plopping down beside me. I was a bit confused, but I took this as him wanting to know what this was. “Oh, this thing? It's a couch. Like a big chair, so more people fit on it," I explained.

He gave a little nod, inching closer. Those eyes were still locked onto mine, like he had something important to say but was stuck on the words. Next thing I knew, his hands were on my cheeks, squishing them, and his forehead rested against mine. Our noses touched. If you told me a few days ago that a massive alien would nuzzle noses with me and I'd just roll with it, I'd have called you nuts. However I just let it happen. Despite us knowing each other only a few days I felt a strange trust and connection to him. 

I raised an eyebrow, still kinda confused but not backing off. His fingers, long and gentle, traced my cheek, giving me a ticklish feeling. His breath brushed against my face, and he stayed quiet. “So… is this some alien custom or what?" I questioned, getting even more confused by all the physical contact. He nodded, making a small clicking noise. Then he began to say a bunch of words in his native language. I think he could notice I wasn't understanding in the slightest because he let out a huff before he kissed me quickly.

I gasped at the sudden feeling. It wasn't like any regular kiss; it was way more enjoyable, sending a tingling and numbing feeling through me. His lips still held the sweetness from the fruit we had earlier.

His hand moved to the back of my head, pulling me in closer, while the other one continued to gently stroke my cheek. A warmth began to wrap around me, it was a strange feeling, but one I wasn’t pulling away from. 

I shut my eyes and leaned in, returning his kiss. A surge of warmth enveloped us, almost like a sweet paralysis. It was too irresistible to pull away.

The hold he had on the back of my neck got a bit tighter. It didn’t hurt but it was obvious he didn’t want me to pull away, I couldn’t even if I wanted to. His soft lips were intoxicating, both of our lips moving in rhythm. 

His tongue teased my bottom lip, coaxing them to open. It felt like an aphrodisiac, a warm and comforting sensation. Slowly, I surrendered as he pressed me down onto the couch, rendering me completely immobile.

Breaking away, he panted slightly, and we gazed at each other breathlessly. It felt like we were just staring at each other for hours, even though it was only a couple seconds. The warm feeling growing in my chest and stomach was growing, it was pure need.

Gasping for breath, he uttered "Xylorvex," a word in his native tongue. Pausing for a moment, thinking, he repeated, "Mate. You're mine, all mine." With that, he pressed his head against my neck, as he began to kiss and suck the skin.

The words hit me, making my face burn as he nibbled and kissed my neck. His teeth were sharp, but he tried to be gentle, though sometimes he bit too hard, making me bleed.

Yet, he was quick to lick and clean the wounds, sending a rush of arousal through me. My body went numb, and all I could feel was the strange alien's touch. His kisses left me craving more. "P-please," I stammered, desperate.

The strange creature stared at me, clearly confused. I let out a groan and pleaded, "I need more," hoping it would catch my drift. It took a while but then he nodded, finally understanding as his long fingers slowly pulled down my pants and now slicked covered underwear.

The cold air on my bare pussy made me flitch and shiver slightly. He brought one his face down and looked at it which only made me more embarrassed but aroused. After a while he brought his hand towards it, going up and down the folds, gathering more of the wetness. I let out a shaky moan and quivered slightly. I was so turned on it was almost painful. The creature watched as my pussy convulse around nothing. He slowly brought his face towards it as he began to carefully lap the folds. I cover my mouth as I let out a loud mouth. My breathing has gone heavy yet shallow as he continued licking and sucking. It was tingling in a way that caused more sensations than ever. I grabbed a handful of his hair, not knowing whether I was pulling him closer or pushing him away.

“Sweet. Like fruit,” he said softly, his eyes never leaving my cut as it dripped leaving a small pool onto the couch. He quickly went back towards it, slurping up all the arousal that poured out of me. He was mostly silent throughout this, a few clicks that I took as happiness as his half-lidded eyes switched from my pussy to my face. Luckily enough I was making enough noises for the both. It was only a matter of minutes before I felt my orgasm building full force. He began to swirl his long tongue around my clit sucking on it before going back towards my hole pushing his tongue in. “Nghh~ ah fuck~” I moaned out loudly as I came all over his face. The slick trailing down his chin as he made sure to give my pussy a few more kisses before sitting back up and looking at me. “Good?” I nodded as my chest went up and down heavily. I have never experienced anything like that before and it took a lot of the energy out of me. He smiled slightly as he then took off his pants showing his now fully erect dick, it was nothing like you have ever seen before. It was long and girthy, with the same black markings that were across his skin. It was veiny, and twitching. Despite being quiet it was obvious he was just as excited as you were. 

He slowly rubbed the entrance, gathering my slick onto his dick. I rarely had time to think before he pushed it in slowly, filling me up instantly. We both let out a moan as he bottomed out. The clicking noise became louder as he began to mumble something. He kissed my lips before he started to thrust his and wiggle inside me.

It was otherworldly, it was like his cock was perfectly morphing itself to my folds causing a sensation I couldn’t explain. The moans I let out came off as more of screams as I gripped the couch. However they were not as loud as they could be because of his sweet kisses, almost praising and encouraging me to take it.

You quickly learned that his species had a strong stamina. He was doing all sorts of positions with you, forcing orgasm after orgasm before all you could do was cry and take the pleasure. Hours later and after your nth orgasm did he finally cum. He gave his final thrusts as he shot his load inside you. The warmth filling you as you whined. You could  feel him depositing large eggs within you. Causing your belly to bulge as he cooed and petted your head.

After he laid all his eggs within you he finally put out, a clear sticky substance pooled out of your entrance as you trembled. The alien held you close as he brought you to the bed, grabbing something he thought was a towel and wiped you up.

You quickly fell passed out as he cuddled up next to you, spooning you and continuing his pats to your head. He just knew that you’ll be such a kind and loving mate for the children slowly growing inside you.

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Dominated & Devoured

Scott was always surprised by how worked up Derek got over training. Don't get Scott wrong, everybody needed to work on what they were bad at. Scott understood this as both an athlete and a werewolf. Scott just didn't understand devoting an unnecessary amount of time to training, just to receive the same results. Especially considering that Scott was once again on top of Derek.

“Do you want to go for a fifth round?” Scott asks playfully. His sweat has been dripping all over Derek. It was mixing into Derek's sweat as the steam was practically rising up off of Derek's muscular body.

“Yes, we can go another round. I'm not going to end on a loss.” Derek gets from underneath Scott and prepares himself yet again. Scott was ready to go, but his mind must be playing tricks on him. Or rather, it was his stomach. The sweat on Derek's tan torso and the steam rising off of him made Derek look more like a sizzling steak then a werewolf. Maybe it was because Scott was hungry, but the younger wolf was more motivated than ever to beat Derek.

The two wolves go at it yet again, but Scott has more than enough motivation to take down Derek. They tussle and scrap, the fight for dominance inherent with wolves was augmented in Scott's eyes. He didn't just want to dominate Derek, he needed to devour him. This urge and did the fight far quicker than either Derek or Scott expected. Derek grumbles as Scott is once again on top.

“Okay let's-” GLOMP! Scott completely swallows Derek's head and cuts him off. Derek feels Scott's tongue slap up against his stubbled face before Scott takes a gulp. Derek's head and neck are pulled into the back of Scott's throat, then pushed down. It was only when Scott began to devour Derek's boulder shoulders did he realize that Scott was eating him. The werewolf begins to thrash and try to pull out, but by then it was too late.

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Scott needily devours Derek and is all the greater for it. Derek's taste was incredible and the sweat just added an extra layer of flavor. Not to mention Derek's beef was delicious in its own right. Scott swallows up to Derek's beefy pectorals and hums over the shelf chest. His tongue explores Derek's hairy crevice and traces it down to the incoming abs. Scott gobbles up the bumpy muscle with enthusiasm. His neck and chest bulged with every gulp of Derek's body. It's all heading in one direction, Scott's needy food pit.

Derek growled as his head pushed past the tight sphincter into Scott's belly. It smelled like weed and Cheetos down there. The werewolf couldn't believe that he was being reduced to Scott's food. Derek was about to yell some obscenity when he felt Scott's tongue over his cock. He bites his lip as the younger wolf eagerly explores it. The tongue works over Derek's hefty member along with those hairy balls. For a moment Derek completely forgets about training and being devoured. Instead he enjoys Scott's unorthodox BJ. Derek moans loudly when he finally does blow his load. It covers himself in an extra layer of werewolf flavor.

Scott watches Derek's legs go limp from his orgasm. The younger wolf tips his head back to swallow Derek's manhood. He definitely enjoys Derek spunk boosting the experience. Scott's cheeks soon expand when Derek's bodacious bottom enters. Scott licks over the perky peach and is thrilled to have it saliva soaked. Seeing how he won't get another chance like this soon, Scott slaps Derek's ass to leave his handprint. Then a dominant gulp sends it down to join the rest of Derek's body.

Scott enjoys those hairy thighs and calves slipping into his mouth. Most of Derek was curled up inside of his belly now just waiting for the inevitable. The young Alpha lazily sucks on Derek's legs like a pair of noodles. There was no doubt that he had won and proved his dominance over Derek. Now he was just enjoying his werewolf snack. Soon, the only thing left on the outside of Scott's mouth is Derek's large socked feet. Scott opens up his mouth wide and enjoys the spicy flavor through the socks. The saliva soaks the fabric and elevates the final part of Derek's devourment. Scott's tongue even tickles Derek and elicits some giggles from the grumpy werewolf. Thrilled with his domination over Derek, Scott swallows the last bit of Derek.

Scott falls down onto his back as Derek rounds out his belly. Scott's sweaty tan belly occasionally bounces with Derek getting used to his new environment. Scott's hands rub from the happy trail to the navel. Once Scott finds where Derek's head is, he gives it a soft pat. The young werewolf licks his lips as a lazy smirk stays permanently on Scott's face. With Derek trapped in his belly, all Scott had to do was relax and digest.

“Well Derek, looks like I won round 5. And I think this is going to be the last one for-”

BWAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOORRRRRRRPPPPP!

Scott unleashes a deep burp from his chest. It was raunchy and disgusting, Scott's spittle flying everywhere inside the training room. His belly squeezes down on Derek even more. Scott feels something sticky splat against his tummy when it's all over. Looking down he could see the soaking socks of Derek. He decides to keep them there as he gives his belly a proud slap.

“-Now.”

Scott puts one arm behind his head as he shuts his eyes. His other hand rests permanently on top of his engorged belly. It possessively rubs over Derek, his food. Scott Young's from the exertion of dominating and devouring such a big prey. He smacks his lips one final time before drifting off to sleep. Soon the sound of snoring and happy gurgling fills the room. All of it coming from that sleeping Alpha with a self-indulgent smile on his face.