#using virgins as an insult is so pathetic to me

[fun-k-boards]

M'LORD M'LORD PEOPLE ARE ASSUMING THE HUMAN EXPERIENCE REVOLVES AROUND SEX AGAIN

[dark-konohagakure2]

Alucard nonconing Integra’s little sister because he simply doesn’t respect her as he does with his master, mainly cause shes shy and timid unlike her big sister?? 🥺🙏

tw: noncon, bullying, age difference, size difference, threats, abuse, gunplay, sadism, fear play, fuck or die, object insertion (gun)

All characters depicted are 18+

Alucard has nothing but respect for his master, obeying her every command and carrying out her orders to the letter, but this courtesy does not extend toward's Integra's family, or more specifically; her younger sister. Alucard doesn't hate the girl, as evidenced by the fact that her brains aren't painting the walls yet, but he sure as hell doesn't respect her in the slightest either, and that's putting it lightly.

He's practically just a bully around her, popping out from around corners or out from walls when she least expects it, intentionally scaring her, he finds it hilarious how easily frightened she is, laughing his ass off whenever she flinches or jumps at his sudden appearance, but his teasing doesn't stay harmless for very long.

Alucard's antics will quickly escalate from schoolyard bullying to outright harassment and abuse. He'll fire his gun mere inches away from her head, just barely missing her, and he'll also get much more handsy with her, groping her tits and hips and slapping her ass whenever she walks by.

That's not even the worst of it, Alucard knows how scared and uncomfortable his guns make her, and he uses that to his full advantage, rubbing his Jackal across her body, brushing the cold metal against her most sensitive areas before forcing the barrel past her quivering lips and demanding that she gets it nice and wet for her own sake.

"Oh stop crying, little bitch. My master isn't scared of guns, so why should you be? Now if you don't start sucking already I'll blow your empty little head off."

If he is feeling especially sadistic, which will be more often than not, Alucard will when even force his gun into her pussy, with nothing but her saliva to lube up the cold steel. He'll keep his finger right on the trigger, but never actually pulling it. The chamber is completely empty and the safety is on of course, can't have his chew toy dying too quickly now, but she doesn't know that.

Everyone in the Hellsing Organization will turn a blind eye to what Alucard is doing to her. Walter is content to let his old friend do whatever he wants, and Seras is too loyal to her master to say anything against him. Even Integra, her own elder sister, won't do anything about it, the very most she'll do is tell Alucard not to kill her or break any bones.

The absolute worse thing Alucard will do is forcing himself onto her, making her take his entire huge cock into her small virgin pussy. Alucard is much bigger and more well endowed than the average man, even by vampire standards, so it's going to hurt like hell when he forces every single torturous inch into her untouched pussy, it's enough to make her bleed, which just spurs the vampire on all the more.

He's big and rough, treating her like a sex toy and having no regard for any pain he might be causing her during the brutal fucking. Alucard is so much bigger than her that he'll have to lift her up to even get her shorter form onto his cock, her feet off the ground as he fucks into her, hissing venomous insults into her ear as he rearranges her cunt.

"Hah! Pathetic! Even Police Girl can take more than this without passing out! You really sicken me brat, you're not worthy of sharing the same blood as my master..."

Being a creative sadist, Alucard will almost never run out or ways to play with his toy, having literal centuries of experience to pull from. In fact, if she proves to be entertaining enough for the ever bored Alucard, he might even consider making her his eternal plaything.

[itiswormtimebaby]

Here’s what I’m thinking about:

Biker!Bucky (who also happens to be your brother’s best friend) comforting you when you accidentally get way too high and think you’re going to die. 

TW: Recreational drug use (weed), talks of death (reader feels like they’re dying), virgin reader, suggestive

The illicit baked goods were handed over with very clear instructions, only eat HALF. But you were so hungry, and the brownie was surprisingly good, and what would really be the harm in eating a whole instead of a half? Death. Inevitable death would be the harm. 

There’d been a very pleasant twenty-five minutes where it felt as if you were dancing on air, now you could barely get any- breathing shallow, chest tight, head heavy. This was it. Goodbye, cruel world. You knew there was little to be done so you decided to embrace the inevitable, if you acted quickly maybe you could go in your sleep. So you filled your cats food bowl, pressed a quick kiss to her head, and crawled into your hammock to await the end- but wait, wait you couldn’t go with regrets, that was a sure fire way to come back as a ghost and you did not want to haunt your crappy walk up forever. No, no regrets. 

So you called James Buchanan Barnes, Bucky, your brother’s Bucky. Bucky who lived only a few blocks away, Bucky who could send you off without regret. He picked up on the third ring, and didn’t get much in edgewise after a hesitant “Hello?” 

“Bucky! Bucky I’m dying and I need you to come over right now. The doors unlocked.” You’d hung up before he could ask any questions, best to save your breath, you reasoned. For his part Bucky had politely but firmly asked the girl currently occupying his bed to leave, and made for the door, tugging on gray sweats as he went. While he was positive your dumb ass wasn’t dying he wasn’t willing to leave you in a distressed state. 

When he kicked off his bike and made it inside he’d found you curled up in your hammock, clinging to your cat, eyes squeezed shut; he’d grabbed your attention with a gruff “Bug?” You’d shot up, furry feline friend taking off with a displeased hiss at the sudden rocking motion; “Thank God, Bucky! Get over here, I don’t have much time.” He’d crouched down next to your hammock, bringing his cool metal hand to your cheek, brushing away some stray hairs and taking note of your blown out pupils; “What the fuck are you on?”

“It- it was supposed to only be half the brownie, but I ate it all, I’m such an idiot and now-” He bit back a laugh realizing you were just stoned off your ass, not wanting to add insult to injury as your eyes welled with tears “-now I’m dying but I can’t go yet, Buck, I can’t, because if I die full of regrets I’ll have to haunt this stupid place forever.” 

“For Christ’ sake, Bug, you’re not dying, you’re just stoned.” 

With an adamant shake of your head you reached down and grabbed his flesh hand, pressing the palm of it flat to your chest as the tears in your eyes finally spilled over with a warbling hiccup; “I- I’m not, I am but I’m not- I know what death feels like.”

His mouth popped open in mock surprise; “Oh, you do? Because you’ve experienced it so many times?” 

Your bottom lip quivered as you glowered pathetically at him, “D-don’t be mean to me. Not right now.” Torn between pushing the issue and humoring you he chose to go with the latter. 

“Okay then, Bug, no regrets. How can I help?” 

With a small watery smile you turned in the hammock to fully face his kneeling form; “We’ve got to have sex-”

“Jesus fuck!” Your sincere expression, tear stained cheeks, and glassy eyes awakened something dark within him, pleasure spiking within his groin and pulling him to half mass even as he adamantly shook his head no. Seeing his refusal you began teetering on the brink of tears again; “Please Bucky, please, you have to fuck me, it has to be you. I don’t want to die a virgin and I love y-” 

Quicker than your sluggish brain could process the cool fingers of his left hand wrapped around your mouth, silencing you as his other hand smoothed across the top of your head and down to cup your cheek, thumb stroking it in small even passes. He took three steadying breaths, eyes clenched shut, before he met your gaze; “Shut up. We are not having this conversation right now.” You whined behind the gag of his hand, but he just shook his head firmly in return, so much for humoring you. “Bug, you are high as a fucking kite. So here’s what’s going to happen; I’m going to go get you a drink, and then you’re going to sleep. End of.”

He stood abruptly, moving towards the door of the bedroom as you pleaded with him to come back and take you, promising he could do whatever he wanted as long as he was inside you. You didn’t stop rambling until he stormed back in with a glass of water, towering over your prone form. “Listen to me,” he hissed “when I finally fuck you the only thing you’ll be high on is my cock, so do me a favor and shut the fuck up about it so I can take care of you until then.” 

AN: In hindsight I’ve taken some liberties with the use of the word “comforting.” 

[blushlambs]

part two of this !! (18+ MDNI)

warning: patrick gets very very mean

you knew persuading patrick to fuck you wouldn’t take much consideration. him and art shared everything before they were separated post-high school; shared the same wardrobe, even the same toothbrush at times, and always went halves on a pack of condoms when necessary (although patrick inevitably used most of them..) you knew patrick was greedy, constantly wanted what art had and always got his way like the spoiled brat he was raised to be. what belonged to art was always patrick’s too. why would his girlfriend be any different?

“you really have no fucking shame, huh?” patrick spits out, sitting on the edge of your bed in your dorm room when you know he’s there to visit your boyfriend. his tone is dripping with arrogance, and you know you should muster up a retort, something sharp and bratty to match his attitude. it’s a shame he’s already forcing his fat cock down your throat, tickling your nose with his dark, curly pubes - they’re unbelievably wet from the saliva you’ve choked up and he just adds insult to injury by rubbing it all over your face. “is my little artie not taking care of you?” he taunts, ripping you from his cock forcefully - the tight grip he has on your hair causes you to wince in pain. each tug sends a sharp sensation through your scalp, making it difficult to concentrate on what he just asked. “he let some sorority bitch blow him.” you whisper bitterly. his lips curl into a snicker, tongue pressing against his cheek. there's a hint of satisfaction in his demeanor, almost suggesting that he’s proud of his best friend, as if he had learned it from him.

“so you’re using me to get back at him? little pathetic isn’t it, sweetheart?” he sneers, his tone dripping with disdain. his grip forces you to maintain eye contact, where he admires the guilty pout that plays on your face. you stare up at him, mascara smudged and spit staining your little face. despite the degradation, he notices a flicker of defiance light up your eyes. you refuse to let him see the extent of your vulnerability, masking your turmoil with a faint smirk. "even more pathetic to fuck your best friend's girlfriend, right? we both know it'll destroy him if he finds out, and that’s what really gets you off."

your confidence is ripped from you in an instant, replaced by a sharp sting as he hits you across the face. the sudden blow shocks your senses, leaving a lingering heat throughout your body. “you think you’re so fucking funny, huh? think you’re a smart girl? you’re nothing more than a filthy bitch.” you realise you’ve hit a raw nerve. “we’ll fucking see who’s laughing soon.” his threat hangs heavy in the air, and you know he intends to follow through as he yanks you violently from the floor to the bed by your scalp. all you can muster up is a whine; your ears are still ringing from the forceful slap across your face, and your vision blurs momentarily from the intensity of his grip. “you want to get fucked? want to prove your point, huh?” he clenches your chin, forcing you to look at him. you nod wearily. “yeah? be careful what you wish for, babe.”

before you know it, he’s pushing your little panties inside and bullying his thick cock inside of your pussy. you’re tight as fuck, like virgin tight, it still doesn’t stop him from bottoming out instantly. before you can even whine, he forcefully inserts his fingers into your mouth, clamping down on the inside of your cheek. at the same time, his other hand clamps down on your waist with a vice-like grip, promising bruises that will mark your skin. “i’ll treat you like a slut since you want to be one so fucking bad.” he releases his grip from inside your mouth and wipes the saliva on your tits with a grimace. with his newly unoccupied hand, he folds you so your feet are almost accompanying your ears. “be a good girl and take this dick, yeah? then i’ll consider not telling art about this.”

you sniffle as he pounds into you with force, the wet sound of his balls slapping against you echos across the room. he stops for a second to see if you’re ok, patrick’s a dick but he isn’t evil. “am i hurting you?” he asks nonchalantly, loosening his grip. you shake your head vigorously, but he discerns the mixed emotions on your face - a blend of shame and pleasure. “no.. it just feels.. wrong.” you confess, gaze fixed on the ceiling as you avoid his gaze. "aww, is someone feeling guilty?" he taunts, grabbing your face and mocking you with a pout. "should've thought about that before inviting me over, babe."

he leans in closer, his touch still lingering on your face, his voice now a whisper against your ear. "you know you want this," he murmurs, his tone coaxing yet commanding. "don't fight it." he notices the reluctancy in your eyes as you meet his gaze. his smirk falters momentarily, replaced by a flicker of something you can't quite decipher - uncertainty? remorse? but it's gone as quickly as it came, replaced by his usual arrogance. “at this point, its not even about art anymore. you just want to fuck me.” you couldn’t deny that. he’s glaring at you with that stupid fucking smirk as if he could read your thoughts. “there’s a reason i’m still inside you, sweetheart. you obviously don’t feel that bad.”

you feel a knot tighten in your stomach, prompting you to involuntarily clench your thighs together. "there we go.." he murmurs, his tone shifting to one of reassurance, though you sense his underlying taunting. he caresses your leg in an attempt to open them before he starts to slowly pump himself inside you again. “c’mon baby, don’t be a tease.” you look up at him, compliance reflecting in your doe-eyed gaze. “that’s a good girl, gonna fill you up, baby. i’m. gonna. fucking. stuff. you.” his strokes become increasingly erratic, driven by the sound your little mewls and soaking pussy. your mind is empty - you can’t speak, can’t even remember your own name. the way he’s practically using you like a fuck doll has you brain dead, and you love it. art never fucked you like this, like he hated you. that would explain why you were so appealed to patrick. he didn’t like you from the start, and that’s why you were so eager to test him as soon as art slipped up.

“that’s it. fuuuuuck.” he’s back to gripping your thighs, his nails digging into your soft skin. “fucking take it. that’s it.” he’s whimpering your name as he stuffs your cunt full, head thrown back as he groans with each stroke. you know he’s not going to make you cum, patrick’s selfish and greedy, as established. yet, you never expected him to just pull up his shorts, give your forehead a kiss and announce he was leaving. it’s enough to rip you from your fucked-out state. you’re still on the bed, his cum visibly pouring out of you. your eyes are wide and unfocused in shock. your brows are furrowed deeply, drawing together in a tight knot, while your mouth hangs slightly open. it’s ironic. it completely mirrors the look art gives him as he sees him leave your dorm from down the hallway.

[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Devil Worshipping Cultists Steve & Eddie x Virgin Sacrifice Fem!Reader

ADVISORY: This story contains dark content. Relevant tags are posted below the cut. Proceed only if you’re comfortable consuming content with intense themes and violent imagery. The canon is essentially flipped upside down (no pun intended) with Eddie and Steve behaving as villains in this story.

Eddie and Steve are the villains this story. They are depicted as the kind of devil-worshiping deviants the people of Hawkins accuse Eddie of being. In this story, ‘Hellfire,’ lives up to its name, with Eddie and Steve as a pair of friends who use their ‘devotion,’ to Satan as an excuse to carry out sinister actions.

Additional content warnings: words like bitch and cunt are used as insults against reader. Reader is touched against her will and a knife appears briefly. Reader’s virginity is mocked, as well as her desire to abstain from sex. She is threatened with assault. Misogyny, men being bastards, religious themes (Satan, a church, devil worship). And in the end, the bastards pay…

Eddie Munson’s eyes lick over you sinisterly. “She’s pretty and she’s a virgin?” he huffs, obviously pleased with your ‘credentials.’ “Looks like you hit the jackpot with this one, Steve.”

You hear Steve Harrington, your ‘boyfriend,’ chuckle softly behind you. You’re tempted to turn and face him, but you refuse. He has betrayed you, completely. After three months of dating who you thought was a normal, nice young man, Steve allowed his true personality to emerge. He and his twisted friend Eddie have brought you to a remote location against your will…an abandoned, decaying church. You can’t say for certain what their plans for you are, but it’s obvious they intend to harm you.

Eddie slides a fingertip under your chin, tilting your face upward. Dying sunlight streams through a window on the ceiling. Its rose-tinted glass casts a haunting glow over the room. “See that?” Eddie asks, pointing to the window. “Up there? That’s the only way out of this room-.” He glances mischievously at Steve. “-For her, anyway,” he laughs, then to you, “So unless you’ve got a set of wings I don’t know about...” Eddie moves behind you and abruptly tugs the collar of your shirt downward, splitting the fabric down your back. “…Nope, no wings,” he confirms. Eddie’s eyes feel like snakes slithering over your exposed skin. “…I guess that means you’re dying tonight,” he concludes.

As quickly as it appeared, Eddie’s dark expression turns crudely joyful, a maniacal laughter bursting from inside him. “M’just fucking with you, sweetheart!” he clarifies, but it does nothing to tame the tension in the room. “Something in you is going to die tonight,” Eddie adds, his voice a taunting lilt. “That much is true…”

Steve’s hands close over your shoulders, a familiar touch that had once felt protective. Now, you realize that every gesture of softness, every gentle word from him, has been a lie. Steve’s voice is chillingly calm as he explains: “Your innocence is dying, tonight.” You force yourself to willingly look at Steve. His hazel eyes are filled with a false sincerity. He never cared for you, at all.

Assuming you don’t understand what’s being implied, Eddie chimes in. “We’re taking your virginity tonight, (y/n).” You shake your head at Steve, whose flat expression betrays any sense of remorse. “Why?” you ask, your voice breaking. “Is this because I made you wait?? Because I’m saving that experience…having sex…for my wedding night??”

Eddie laughs out loud at your words; he finds your standards of morality equal parts hilarious and pathetic.

“Christ, Steve!” he chortles. “Where’d you find this one? Behind a pulpit??”

“Trust me (y/n),” Steve tells you. “Eddie and I aren’t doing this because you wouldn’t sleep with me the whole time we were dating. I could have taken what I wanted from you anytime during those three months.” Steve’s lips pout down at you; he’s mocking you now, just like Eddie. “Besides,” Steve continues. “It’s not like I wasn’t fucking around with other bitches the whole time, (y/n). Girls who didn’t have one damn problem spreading their legs for me…”

Eddie slaps Steve’s back in a toxic, macho sort of congratulation. “That’s my boy,” he sings. “Now, let’s get to the best part, Steve.”

Eddie reaches for the front of your shirt and yanks it down, revealing your breasts blooming over a push-up bra. “Well how about that??” he balks. “What kind of virgin wears sexy shit like that under her clothes?”

You glare at Eddie. “Believe it or not, women wear clothes for themselves,” you bite back. “Not everything’s for men and especially not you, asshole!”

Eddie shudders, pretending to be intimidated. “My apologies, y-your highness, your l-ladyship,” he stutters, holding his palms in front of him in surrender. “You got me. I’ll change my ways, I swear.”

Eddie’s open hands close suddenly over your breasts, clutching them firmly, pulling a shocked gasp from your lips. “…But not today,” he grins smugly, continuing to grope you. “Now tell me, did Stevie here at least make it to second base?”

Steve blows a drawn-out raspberry. “Not a chance,” he jeers. “This bitch is as uptight as they come. Barely let me put my tongue in her fuckin’ mouth.” Steve cups your cheek in his hand, making you flinch. “Isn’t that right, baby?” he murmurs, closing the space between you, the tip of his nose nuzzling yours. “You and those fucking standards of yours…But I guess in the end, all your stupid morals made you the best sacrifice of all…”

You lurch back from Steve, right into Eddie’s arms, unfortunately. He spins you around to face him, a sadistic glimmer in his eyes when he speaks. “That’s right (y/n), we’re sacrificing your purity tonight,” Eddie explains. “And the fact that you’re a goody-two shoes little cunt actually makes it all the better.”

“What are you talking about?” you snap. “Sacrificing my purity? Who the hell talks like that? Fucking weirdos-”

“DON’T-,” Eddie shouts, shoving a finger at you. “-DISRESPECT…the RITUAL.” His eyes are like fire; Eddie is seething. “DON’T-disrespect-HIM…”

The sunlight has faded completely by this point. The only illumination in the room is coming from Eddie’s lighter, a thin flame twitching in his unsteady grip.

You stare stone-faced at Steve, your Judas Iscariot, your betrayer, the man whose lies outshine even his beauty. The window blinks above you, lightning flashing nearby.

“Satan,” Steve utters in a low, reverent tone. As if on cue in a cheesy horror movie, thunder rumbles outside the church.

You roll your eyes at Steve, earning you an even harsher glare from Eddie. “Satan?” you parrot back at Steve. “As in, the Devil? Are you serious?”

“-Is this fucking serious enough for you?” Eddie shouts. He pulls a pocket knife from his pants and juts its tip against your throat. “This is how it has to happen. We prayed to Satan, and He told us.”

“Told you what?” you sneer. “That if you fucked a virgin in the sanctuary of an old church, the Devil will give you magic powers or something? You really believe in that kind of shit?”

“Yeah,” Steve says, tugging your arm towards him. “Because it’s real. And you’re about to find out how real it is.”

He yanks you by the wrist, ordering you onto the ground . A bolt of lightning crackles outside, close enough that it makes Steve and Eddie jump. The brief pulse of light illuminates the three of you, and maybe Eddie’s imagining it, but he could swear your eyes look…different. Darker, somehow.

He assumes it’s just a shadow, a trick of the light, and tries to ignore it. Steve pulls at your arm again, trying to force you onto the floor. But you won’t budge. He can’t understand how you’re fighting him; he’s clearly stronger than you are. Thunder shakes the ground beneath your feet, a low hum bellowing from below as if the earth itself is groaning.

“You hear that?” Eddie asks excitedly, his pulse racing. “It’s Him, Steve. It’s fucking Him!”

Wind whips around the old church, its wooden beams creaking like tired bones. Eddie’s lighter begins to flicker in and out; he curses and smacks it against his palm, trying again.

When the flame ignites, its amber glow illuminates only Steve and Eddie’s faces. You appear to have vanished.

“Where the fuck did she go?? She was right-”

“-Well you were the one holding her fucking arm, Steve-how should I-.”

“HEY!” you call from behind the pulpit. Both men whip their bodies to face you, another burst of lightning revealing their wide eyes gazing up at yours.

“H-how did you do that?” Steve asks, his voice wavering. Eddie shakes the bewilderment from his mind, now even more determined to see his plan through. “You little bitch,” he growls. “I don’t know how you did that, how you got up there that fast, but you’re still ours, and we’re still in control!”

Eddie starts for the podium, but finds himself frozen, unable to move an inch. His eyes go wide as saucers, fear washing over his face.

“You both look so small from up here,” you tell them, leaning over the pulpit, your breasts pressed against it. “Small and weak. Pathetic, actually.”

Eddie smacks Steve’s shoulder, telling him to grab you; but try as he might, Steve is frozen in place as well.

The glow from Eddie’s lighter flicks in and out as his hand shakes uncontrollably. “What the hell is this?” Steve asks in a small, timid voice. But Eddie has no answer to give him.

“All those hours the two of you spent praying,” you speculate, getting high on their fear. “I wonder who you were actually praying to? Because it certainly wasn’t me…”

Steve’s jaw goes slack, sweat dripping from his hairline. Eddie wants to know…has to know, if what you’re implying is true. “L…Lord,” he begins tentatively, his voice trembling. “I had no idea-we-had no idea, it was You-.”

“SILENCE,” you order, and Eddie’s lips seal shut. “Bow to your Master, if it’s Satan you praise. Or can you not bring yourself to kneel at the feet of a woman?” A dry laughter rumbles from your chest, filling the room with heat, rattling the church’s bony frame.

Steve and Eddie tremble beneath you. Lightning strikes above the church; you watch its glare in the ceiling window, how it floods the terrified faces of the men at your feet. A tall tree beside the church is struck; it catches fire immediately.

“You bastards would need a taste of Hell, to understand how sick you are,” you tell Steve and Eddie. “Therefore, it’s what I’ll give you.”

The tree collapses against the roof of the church, setting it ablaze. Eddie and Steve whirl their heads to see it, but their feet are still stuck in place.

You remain calm, as if the decrepit old building isn’t going up like a box of matchsticks around you. “Legend says,” you preach to the men. “That the Devil wears a suit and tie…” You lean forward against the pulpit, your black eyes glaring down at them. “…But sometimes, She wears a push-up bra…”

A beam of rotting wood detaches from the ceiling, falling directly in front of Steve and Eddie, blowing dust and smoke into their eyes. As they cough and sputter and try to make out the shape of you behind the pulpit, they realize you’ve vanished. Panic seizes them both as flames draw closer and closer to the place their feet are locked, immovable. Sweat pours down their faces, eyes wide with tears that evaporate as soon as they form. The heat is suffocating, clogging their throats, smoke filling their lungs to bursting…

…And just as the first touch of fire licks at their skin, it STOPS.

Eddie and Steve are laying in the field outside the church, their backs burning, bits of clothing singed off around them. They gulp the fresh air into their mouths, weeping tears that can finally fall, drinking in the rain as it begins to cascade above them.

They watch the church, as the last of its pillars and beams are consumed by fire, brought down to its foundation. Rain puts out the flames remaining, as darkness swallows the area once more. Smoke rises like a prayer to Heaven, along with the tearful utterances of two men forever changed in one night, asking God to forgive them, two sinners grateful to still be breathing…

[tubesock86]

steddie fic opinions (bc I feel like yelling into the void)

things I ADORE and think are silly

when they call the kids “ankle-biters” “gremlins” “menaces” and other increasingly insane nickname

virgin Eddie !! (I just think it makes sense!!)

Steve liking Eddie’s flirting but being endlessly confused by it (WAIT YOU WERE ACTUALLY FLIRTING WITH ME?)

Eddie making sure Steve knows that he’s not actually stupid (he’s still a himbo but he’s good at strategy and noticing little details u guys)

both being pathetic loser boys

Mike hating that Eddie is into Steve

Steve teaching Eddie how to kiss

Making REALLY silly jokes and silly noises during sex [honk honk, bazooka noise, using peen as a microphone “is this thing on?”]

things I HATE that make me wanna YELL

when either of them ARE TOO DAMN SMOOTH AND SLICK,, these are two pathetic cringey losers !!! We’ve seen how Steve flirts!! He’s confident BUT he sings little songs and makes jokes and blusters through being embarrassed!! And Eddie is so easily jump-scared and he’s clumsy and does silly voices!! THEYRE NOT COOL!!!!!

when Steve is SO motherly,, like dude has big brother energy,, he cares a lot BUT he’s constantly complaining about getting stuck with the kids and we only see him having heart to hearts with Dustin for the most part

when Robin is too mean to Steve,, they neg on each other for SURE but she doesn’t genuinely insult him

when Robin isn’t in the fic at all!!! booooo wrongggg

when they randomly make Nancy a HUGE bitch just for the sake of jealousy,, like HUH??? she’s not into Steve anymore !!!

when Steve and Eddie are super cuddly sugary sweet coochy coo baby talkers that do insane pda and sit on top of each other in FRONT of the kids,,, like they should be more often shoving laughing and tickling each other INSTEAD OF babying each other and calling each other “pookie bear” and “kitten” and straddling each other during a dnd session JEEZ (I realize some people may be against this one lol) (I just think it’s very ooc!!)

Steve being really really shy and stuttery and insecure,, bro definitely has trauma and issues and I’m on board with the shitty parents parade,, but we’ve never seen Steve act like this!!

anyway,,, feel free to add more fic opinions !!

[sharklovingaquarist]

Nothing really lets you know the reality of a mans mindset like hearing them talk when they think only other men are listening. I'm tired of seeing the inside world of men. I grew up being the "cool girl," and it's just impossible. In order to respect oneself, you have to migrate to an extreme.

I saw a video that was like "that one guy who respects women too much" and it was a bunch of guys and one goes "my girl just got her period shes not pregnant" all excited n shit. The way that men talk about sex, conception, and pregnancy legit makes me get a stress rash. Every single aspect both seperates them, whilst prioritizing their feelings. Lets unpack this

She is not "your girl" she is a partner. This idea that "she's not pregnant" not "we didn't concieve" really proves to me how men both see women as their tools whilst seeing their feelings as more important in a situation where a fetus is concieved. Kinda like saying, "Thank God I didn't pop my tire." it both credits men with "getting women pregnant" while acting like they themselves are just bystanders. All the while, they worry about the impact on them rather than the woman who would go through that process and how they would serve her wellbeing. She is your partner. When you have sex with her, you are agreeing to a contract of possible servitude. ESPECIALLY if you decide that putting a piece of plastic on your pathetic dick is too much work. Another sign that they can take an action, but the only one they see as defined by it is you. Be it taking your "virginity" or stretching a vagina. You are not a person they bond with and build a team with, just a means to an end.

While you can be excited that you didn't concieve a child, both only concerning her and only caring about the effect on you really does highlight how women are just a secondary they collect and show off.

And as for the "respects women too much" part, it was some guy saying it wasn't something to be proud of... which yeah it's not. Men make ironic videos and show basic respect as something crazy. "Haha, what a funny guy he views his partner as a separate, yet unified being of whom he works with, not utilizes what a guy!" Tbh, I didn't watch much after that. I can't stand the way men create banter around it. They can never be normal. Either you're "their woman" or you're "goddess creator of all life", never just a human like them whose differences fit to theirs like a puzzle piece.

Not to mention the idea of your male partner talking about you like that behind your back. I can't describe it very well, but the manner and tone in which they say it to their male friends is just revolting. Talking about my body like an object when you were the one not taking measures to avoid a team effort makes me feel sick. You're a fucking trophy and they're the actual humans unreliable on another being. They don't talk about it in a sense of "period = proof that WE didn't cause something" and further more don't see it as "your body because youre the stronger of us two when it comes to roles in reproduction". It's all paired with such an insulting connotation.

Idk, it's the simple ways they word it that just infuriates me. Once you start to unpack it, you can't go back. Men view you as a box they fill or keep empty. You are the one defined by them. Owned by them. They don't with you, they do to you. Your definition revolves them, much like a dog given an occupation by its owner. You are xyz and only add to their story. You function to add to their story while they revolve themselves

Sorry, this was a bit of a rant, but good lord hearing men even open their mouths just makes me cringe. They'll do anything but see you as a human on their level. Im running off a little sleep, so please excuse anything redundant. College is beating my assssss

[imrllytootiredforthis]

More on sub bully yandere pretty plz 🥺🙏

i'm gonna do gyu again just bc sub bully=beomgyu (kinda a part two to this)

afterwards he just gets meaner and meaner. for a multitude of reasons-

one being that you humiliated him in front of the entire school, and now he needs to get back at you,

and the other being that he's head over fucking heels in love with you now and has zero idea how to talk to a crush other than bullying them

so he continues to fight with you. threaten you, insult you, release compromising photos of you taken by his own hand (which he also uses on lonely pent up nights)

he's an asshole. who doesn't know when to quit.

you don't exactly make it easy for him though.

every time he's harassing you, you're there with a blank face, arms crossed. giving nothing away, and taking every ounce of satisfaction away from him. knowing entirely that if his group of friends weren't standing there backing him up you could do whatever you wanted to him-and he'd let you.

but you don't.

because unlike him, you pride yourself of being a decent human being.

that somehow just makes him angrier though. makes him try harder to piss you off.

spilling your food all over your clothing, laughing as he lets out an "oops, sorry, i didn't mean to." all while cackling with his friends.

egging your car and writing on it with spray paint, causing damage he knows you don't have the money to fix.

he wants you to be angry. he wants you to be so pissed at him, at everything he's done to you that you just can't hold it in anymore. he wants you to finally snap and grab him by the neck. kiss him until he's breathless and dumb (his very first kiss) and then fuck him to oblivion and back (his very first fuck).

beomgyu wants you to put him in his place, unlike so many other people in his life that don't care as he walks all over them.

and it only takes a single thing for you to snap.

him loudly talking to you in the middle of class, taunting the fact that you somehow got a lower mark than him. leaning across the isle to get up into your face, smirking his dumb smirk.

you simply ignore him, preferring not to add to the scene until the teacher zeroes in on the two of you, looking unimpressed as she sends the both of you to detention.

--

"fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! what the hell is wrong with you?"

nothing. he only smiles back sweetly.

"i have shit that i need to do, places i have to be! records that i need to keep! i don't need to spend my time in detention with your sorry ass!"

nothing.

"you're so annoying, you hear me?"

infuriating fucking prick. absolutely nothing.

"a fucking brat who doesn't know how to man up and be a normal person. instead you're acting like a pussy, too scared to ask me out hmm? a pathetic loser virgin."

something.

his cheeks are flushed red, his face so close your noses are practically touching, his hands gripping onto the desk.

"yeah, is that what you are? a brat and a pathetic loser virgin?"

your hands on either side of his shoulders against the chair, trapping him in place. he's painfully hard in the confines of his pants.

the room around is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. the teacher had left awhile ago, not that she was supposed to, she just did and told you guys to behave.

the detention class was completely silent now. just the sound of your heavy breathing, his shallow pants and his heart beating so fast it seems as if it's about to leap out of his chest.

"say it."

his mouth feels dry, his body feels hot.

"say that you're a pathetic loser virgin and then maybe i'll take care of that for you, okay?"

his eyebrows knot together as you press a hand against him, biting his lip to hold back a moan. "i-..."

you nod, prompting him to continue.

"i'm a...pathetic virgin loser!" his eyes squeeze shut as he breathes it out, whining lowly under his breath. "i'm sorry! all i wanted was your attention!"

when he opens his eyes again, you're smiling.

"okay then. you have my attention now." you sit back against your own chair again. "come here."

he begins to stand up. "on your knees, beomgyu." face burning in shame, dick throbbing with humiliation, he shuffles towards you on his hands and knees until he sits between your legs.

"good boy." he shivers. "now, if you wanna take care of that, you're going to have to get off on my leg."

he looks at you as if you've grown a second head, as if you're crazy. he searches your face for any sign that you might be joking. "go on you mutt."

[ilygetou]

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎CORPSE MAKEOUT!

NERD! ARMIN X BULLYFEM!READER.

⋆. CONTENT+WARNING: heavy non con, mind break, degrading, virgin! reader, virginity loss, mention of blood, bondage, dacryphilia, blindfold, rough sex, pussy + ass slapping, mean armin, sloppy make-outs, unprotected sex, creampie, sub/dom, face fucking, overstimulation, hints of sizekink, edging, no after care, not proofread!!

based on this thirst.

Armin is ashamed, embarrassed, humiliated, abashed & mortified.

him getting turned on by getting insulted? How embarrassing! the smartest person in school, the school’s best student, your class president gets turned on by getting insulted by you?

This has to be a mistake! it must be his body & mind playing tricks on him.

getting hard every time you call him “insipid, a whore, nasty, pervert, boring, creepy, gross, horrible, disgusting…” the list goes on.

how can he get turned on by those repulsive words. how pathetic of him.

He still thinks that getting turned on has nothing to do with your degrading words. And thinks there’s just something wrong with his hormones.

today he's going to prove it! Once lunch break starts & you come up to him to insult him, he won't get turned on, not even slightly. Armin is sure of it! he’ll prove to himself that he won't get aroused by your insults.

oh how wrong armin was.

As soon as armin saw you walking towards him, short skirt, tiny shirt that had your cleavage visible to everyone, your glossy lips that look like they may taste like cherry, & your pretty messy hair.

he focused on the food in front of him, acting like he didn’t see you walking towards him.

“Did you finish my homework?” was the first thing you said, but you got no reply from armin, “do i have to repeat myself?” no reply. “you fucking loser answer me!” no reply. Armin had his eyes glued to the food in front of him, not daring to even take a fast glance at you.

“i’m already in a bad mood, don't make this worse for me disgusting creep” fuck. fuck. fuck. armin was sweating, he could feel his dick slowly growing in his pants. No, this isn’t supposed to be happening.

“h-huh sorry I zoned out...” you clicked your tongue & rolled your eyes, “did you finish my homework?” you asked again.

armin nodded his head & got your notebook out of his bag & handed it to you, still not looking at you. you took it back & started walking away, without thanking armin.

armin clicked his tongue & clenched his fists as he watched you walk away. Why the fuck is he even scared of you? You were just someone who likes to act tough, so you took advantage of armin’s introverted & weak personality.

He doesn‘t see you doing the same with anyone else in the school, only him, only him because he was the only one in the school who doesn‘t know what self defense is.

Armin will be changing that. He has a sickening plan in mind that plans to change everything, including the way you view him, talk to him, and even think of him.

How will armin get his revenge on you? armin will simply fulfill his sexual fantasies on you, whether you like it or not is none of armin‘s concern.

you have been bullying armin throughout the whole year, making this school year the worst year ever for armin. So, why should armin care if you liked having him use you or not? If you don‘t care about how armin feels then he will not be asking for any consent from you or even think about how that’ll make you feel.

How will armin start his plan?

he will invite you to his house, it will obviously not be an easy task for armin since you probably have no interest in visiting armin‘s home.

it‘s okay though, he will beg you & act as if it‘s some emergency.

armins plan will start right after school.

It was the last period of the day, only 5 minutes were left & everyone were already packing their stuff, ready to go home.

you came up to armin & slammed your notebook on his desk, “i need you to finish doing my homework by tomorrow, & be careful while writing, this is a new notebook that i got yesterday. I don't want any ink stains on it, got that?” & armin just slowly nodded his head.

what a demanding whore. armin thought.

armin was already home, now he has to think of a way to get his plan to work. First, what will he do once you get here? easy, tie you up & then blindfold you, if armin removes the part where you will try struggling, this was quite easy.

What will armin do after? With you being tied up, Armin can basically do anything to you.

Now with the text, what should he text you or tell you to make you come to his house?

it was 5pm by the time armin figured out what to say.

armin: Hello y/n, remember that blouse you told me to fix? i’m done fixing it, i need you to come pick it up today since i won’t be home for a few weeks to give it to you.

armin fiddled with his hands, nervous that his plan might not work.

y/n: Do i have to come over? Can’t you just deliver it to my house since you're still here?

armin: I’m afraid i can’t do that. I need to finish packing up my stuff.

y/n: Fine

y/n: Omw

A complete lie. Armin just told you a complete lie.

That blouse you gave him to fix? He didn’t even start fixing it.

Armin lets out a chuckle, now all he had to do was wait for you to come over.

Armin suddenly heard a loud & aggressive knocks on his door, must be you.

“open the fucking door!” armin heard from the other side, by the time armin unlocked his apartment door, you forced yourself in, a frown on your face.

“Where’s my blouse? I can't believe i had to come here to pick up some blouse.”

“no hello? or a ‘can i come in’?” armin joked, which caused you to let out a frustrated groan, “where’s my blouse?” armin slightly rolled his eyes before responding, “upstairs in my room,” you hurriedly walked up the stairs, armin following you from behind.

once you got inside armin’s room, he made sure to get in with you & lock the door behind him, “so, where is it?” Armin shrugged to which he replied with; “i lied.” you stared at armin, confused, “i lied about finishing up your blouse” you felt yourself fill up with range. your eyes starting to twitch.

“you lied? what the fuck?” armin hums in response as he walks slowly towards you, his hands behind his back, as if he‘s hiding something.

“y/n, d‘yknow how much i suffered this school year? it was miserable, matter of fact, this was the worst school year ever,” armin utters, you raised a brow in confusion, “m’kay? why are you telling me this? i really don’t give a fuck.”

once armin heard your response he grinned, “it was the worst, you made it miserable, you ruined my last year of highschool,” armin continued.

“armin, why are you telling me this? did you have me get all the way to your house to tell me this? i’m busy, i don‘t have time to sit here n’ listen to your little sob story” armin chuckled at your response.

“what‘s so funny? listen, i really don‘t have time for this, ’m leaving” armin stopped laughing once he saw you trying to walk out of his room, trying to unlock his bedroom door but failing due to the keys being with him, “why isn‘t this thing opening!?” you complained as you still kept trying to unlock the door.

“what’re you doing?” you heard a voice from behind you, armin was behind you, “’m trying to leave? isn‘t obvious?” you scoff, “oh? & how will you do that? the door is locked y’know, or are you too stupid to realize that, too?” you felt yourself getting slapped in the face, the door was locked? how did you not realize that? a frown & a pout covers your face as you click your tongue.

“why is it locked?” you asked armin but was completely ignored, armin looked like he was searching for something all over the room, you tilted your head in confusion, armin was searching rather aggressively, it seemed like he was searching for something important.

“ah, found ’em” you heard armin mutter, you move your head to the side, trying to take a look at what armin found.

it was a...knife? more specifically, it was a pocket knife, why does armin need them? “huh? what‘re you going to do with these?” armin side-eyed you & smirked, “well, for starters, i will be using them” you look at him confused, causing the blonde boys smirk to grow wider.

“It seems like you’re confused, you‘ll figure it out soon enough,” armin spoke to which you clenched your fists at, “can‘t you just tell me!?” you were ignored once again by armin. He took out a pink rope & started walking towards you.

you slowly backed away from armin causing you to bump on the edge of his bed, tripping & falling on his mattress, armin smiled as he watched what just happened, “what‘re you going to do, armin?”

armin felt his heart flutter, he hadn’t heard you say his name in a long time, usually, what you do is just call him any insult that comes to your mind. never have you ever said his name, it was only when armin first introduced himself to you, more like, you forcing him to say his name to you.

“Turn away,” armin said, “turn away?” you questioned to which armin nodded to, “no, who are you to tell me what to do?” armin didn‘t react to your words, he just repeated himself to you, “turn away y/n, face the other direction, give me your back,” armin tried to explain in more than just one word.

you still refused to listen to armin causing armin to let out a sigh & move slightly towards you, “don‘t come any closer!” armin stopped in his tracks, giving you a confused look, “why should i listen to you?” you tilted your head, anger boiling up inside you, “what?” you say, confused. “Were my words not clear? did you not hear what i said? do i have to repeat myself to you?”

you were both confused & pissed off, since when was armin like this? Usually, he would not talk back & just do as he was told. This armin is not the armin you know. the armin you know obeys without talking back, never has he spoken back to you, he just does as he‘s told.

“armin, what happened to you?” armin wanted to laugh, what happened to him? Nothing happened to him. He was just simply trying to take revenge.

armin ignored you, he ignored you & took a grip of your wrists pinning them behind your back as you kept struggling, “quit moving” armin held both of your arms with one hand and the other one was tying both of your hands together, he made sure to tie as tight as possible.

After making sure the tie isn’t loose, armin lets go of you, causing you to drop on his bed, your body jiggling a bit, your breasts landing flat on his mattress. You tried struggling, trying to break free from the rope. Armin was watching you struggle, your breasts jiggling with every move you made.

Armin started walking towards you, grabbing your hair & getting your face closer to his. You hissed in pain, without wasting a single second Armin pulled you into a kiss, you didn’t kiss back, your eyes widening in complete shock. You tried to move back but failed due to Armin tightening his grip on your hair.

Armin forced his tongue inside your mouth, his tongue melting inside your mouth before he finally decided to pull out. You kept panting, still in shock at what just happened. That disgusting nerd just kissed you. You felt horrible, you just wanted to go back home and rinse your mouth a hundred times.

Armin’s grip on your hair loosened, making you fall back onto his mattress. Your eyes darted to armin, blue eyes glaring into you with a smug on his face. Your vision slowly fell onto his crotch area, his was bulge big & huge. His dick particularly sticking out of his pants.

Armin got closer to you, he grabbed your hair again & moved your face closer to his crotch, Armin then started grinding his bulge against your face. You were letting out low gasps, your face scrunching up in disgust as armin continued grinding his clothed dick onto your face.

You were letting low gasps, continuing to struggle until armin shoved his pants down — his dick springing out his boxers, your eyes widened as you saw pre cum leaking from the slit, & the way it slowly twitched once Armin grabbed it.

Armin chuckled at your reaction, “open up” you heard him say, he was stroking his cock slowly, waiting for you to open up your mouth so he could shove his dick in.

After patiently waiting for you to open your mouth, armin got tired of waiting. He pulled your hair once again making you let out a yelp, armin quickly shoved his cock in. Tears started covering your lash line, he fully pushed it in, making it hard to breathe.

“suck” he mouthed, you shook your head, Armin frowned “i said suck!” he jolted his hips, his dick going further into your throat, you immediately started sucking. You licked the underside of his dick, Armin let out a shaky sigh in return.

You’ve been licking the tip of his dick most of the time, struggling to actually suck him off. Armin got tired of your slow pace n’ placed his hands on both sides of your face and started thrusting against your face. “a-ah shit” he moaned, armin didn’t last long before he let out his load inside your mouth.

Armin didn’t move until he watched as you gulped down his semen.

Armin started walking away from you, he walked towards his closet, looking through it — he took out a thick piece of fabric. Armin went back to you & wrapped it around your eyes, “what’re you going to do armin..!?” you said, panicked.

Armin shushed you, “don’t worry about it, i just need to teach some slut a thing or two about manners, okay?” Once he said that, you got pushed into all fours, your ass was all out for armin to ogle at.

Armin suddenly slapped it, your ass jiggling in response. He gave it another harsh slap, making you wince in pain.

“don’t act like you’re not enjoying this, the wet spot back here proves that you love this, whore.” suddenly, you felt two long digits rub against your cunt, “see? you’re getting turned on by this” armin grabbed the pocket knife and with a quick swift, your panties were torn up — you couldn’t process what had happened, you knew you heard the sound of fabric tearing but maybe armin just tore up your panties?

Armin then gave your pussy a slap. He watched as you let silk drip out your cunt & into his bed, armin snickered & gave you another slap making more silk drip out, you tears stained your blindfold, you were whimpering in pain with every slap armin was making.

Your ass was red, handprints all over it & your pussy was swollen n’ puffy, you were a crying mess.

“hm, that wasn’t even that bad, what’re you crying for? sluts like you would get it a lot worse, you should be glad that i’m feeling nice today” you couldn’t respond, the pain was unbearable.

Armin started moving his finger in a slow circle motion around your clit, you felt a sudden sting of pain, your pussy still not recovered from armin’s earlier actions.

“A-Armin…please stop” you managed to let out, a sob leaving you right after. “Shut up, have you ever listened to me whenever I told you to stop with your pathetic insults? Always embarrassing me. So why should i listen to you?” he grits, he pushes in two of his fingers, your walls clamping around his digits immediately.

A choked moan left you as you felt the guy behind you plunging his fingers deep inside your gooey cunt, his pace was slow, your cunt tightening around his fingers which made it hard to move out.

“God, you’re enjoying this aren’t you?” armin snickered, enjoying the way your cunt was clamping around his fingers, “s-stop..! ’m close, don’t wanna cum! p-please stop!” you pleaded, more tears were streaming down your face. This made Armin fasten his pace, once your orgasm hit you, he watched as your body shook & trembled.

You came all over his fingers, a muffled moan leaving you.

Armin didn’t give you time to catch your breath, he immediately pushed you down onto his mattress & flipped your body to have you laying on your back.

You couldn’t see anything, couldn’t see what kind of expression armin was making, what part of your body was he eyeing, you couldn’t see how much of a mess he made of you.

You suddenly felt armin’s dick rubbing against your pussy, his cock was stiff as he continued grinding it against your abused pussy. A loud gasp left you & you immediately filled up with fear, you tried pushing Armin off but he was much bigger & stronger than you.

“no no no, Armin please!” Armin faked a pout, “please what? please fuck me armin?” he laughed, knowing that was not what you meant. He kept gliding his cock against your messy wet folds, teasing your entrance with the tip of his dick.

Armin slowly pushed the tip into your glistening cunt, a shaky sigh left the blonde guy, his hips stuttered before he slowly started thrusting against you. Your silk was coating his dick with every thrust, armin held your hips and moved you closer to him, burying himself deeper within your pussy.

Armin’s eyes darted down to where you both were connected, his movements paused for a moment. “Blood?” he muttered in confusion before a smirk replaced the confused expression he had, “Ah, I get it now.” Armin utters, your whole body tensing up at his words.

“You’re a virgin aren’t you?” he happily says, jolting his hips against yours roughly, his dick ramming your insides. Your mouth hangs open, moans leaving you as if you had no control over your body anymore.

“I asked you a question, answer!” Armin roughly thrusts before landing a slap to your cunny, a muffled scream left you — your breathing was intense, your whole body was sore but all you could do right now was moan in pleasure as armin continued to abuse your pussy.

“i– mmfph! y-yes!” you managed to answer, Armin snickered, “yes what?” Armin held up your hips and pressed them against your shoulders, he angled his cock at your g-spot, his cock hitting it with every thrust he made.

“yes i’m a-a!” you stuttered, “virgin!” you replied, situations like these, you would be too ashamed & embarrassed to admit that but with the way armin was fucking you? You couldn’t think straight, your mind all foggy n’ hazy.

“what happened to your protests just a second ago? hah — i knew it, you like this.” Armin stated, and you didn’t even try to deny it, you didn’t have the ability to do that right now. All you wanted right now was to cum and maybe after that, you’ll try to clear up everything.

Armin’s dick kept hitting your sweet spot, your walls tightening around his cock, Armin threw back his head, his eyes shut as he let out low gasps, “fuck” he spat, knowing that his close, he kept thrusting at a rapid speed.

With a sudden twitch of armin’s cock, he filled your insides with his heavy cum. The feeling of being filled up felt too good that it brought you closer to your climax but the way your walls spasmed around armin’s cock made him pull out almost immediately. Denying your close orgasm.

A sob left you, you were so close but armin had to tear up your orgasm. You let out a frustrated sob, armin moved away from your body, “d’ya think you deserve to cum? On my dick even?” he scoffs.

Armin walks back to you & raises your whole body before he shoves his dick back in your pussy, he holds you by your thighs, his hands digging into your thighs with every thrust he makes, armin was groaning into your ears. Your body was hot, your face was a whole mess, you were letting out incoherent mumbles and loud moans.

With every jolt of armin’s hips your walls would clench around his length, armin pulled you into a kiss — slowly turning into a hot makeout session where armin forced his tongue in your mouth again. It was sloppy, your chin was dripping with saliva while armin continued hungrily kissing you.

With a few more thrusts, Armin dick throbbed, his hips quivered before he shot his load inside your cunny, your walls fluttered around his cock – indicating your climax.

After catching his breath, Armin slowly pulled out — denying your orgasm once again. He let go of your body making you fall onto his mattress, “no..armin please..!” you begged, you didn’t have it in you to cry and beg, but you really wanted to cum.

“No amount of begging would let me make you cum, just the thought of it makes me sick.” Armin threw at you, your heart sank, you felt yourself fill up with embarrassment. Armin walked up to you and removed the blindfold, revealing your teary eyes, mascara running all over your face, your hair sticking to your face and your nose runny with snot.

You sniffed, burning up with shame and embarrassment, feeling frustrated and angry at the fact Armin just took full advantage of you, you frowned.

He didn’t even let you cum, he used you multiple times just to only let you finish on his fingers. You tried to get up but immediately fell back to bed, your body was so sore.

You huffed in frustration, “untie me!” armin stopped in his tracks, looking back at you he sighed, “do you really think i’m done with you?” you tilted your head in confusion, you can’t handle another round with armin.

He’s too cruel, too mean, you can’t handle him. And, your pussy probably can’t handle another round as well, it stings with pain, and armin already came many times inside, you can’t handle anymore.

[elthadriel]

Bly/Cody/Fox and uhhh. Impulsive kiss? Virginity? Cockwarming?

I went with cockwarming and them being the worst

Periodically Fox’s cock remembers he’s got Bly’s shoved up his ass and starts to harden. It was understandable at first, but after so many times it comes accompanied with frustration. Bly had made it perfectly clear that he didn’t intend to fuck Fox—and Bly is as stubborn as they come and impossible to sway on such matters—but Fox’s body remains disgracefully optimistic.

Fox doesn’t move, resists the urge to rock back into Bly’s cock, squeeze around him, or anything else that would reveal that his arousal has ticked up again.

Bly notices anyway, because for all the words he’d used to coax Fox into this position—it’ll be relaxing, Fox. We’ll just lay down for a bit, Fox, maybe just sleep—he was clearly anything but relaxed, watchful for any flicker of weakness from Fox.

Bly hushes him, kissing his shoulder and running a hand down his side. It’s almost soothing, but it’s also Bly. The gentleness is a precision strike against Fox, patronising and mocking. Fox’s cock throbs and pathetically pleads with him to respond to the insult by fucking himself on Bly properly, instead of just letting Bly fill him.

That would be letting Bly win.

Fox takes a slow breath and Bly laughs softly behind him, chest shaking against Fox’s back.

“Easy, Fox,” Bly whispers, breath tickling through the short hair on the back of Fox’s neck.

“Go fuck yourself,” Fox hisses, only realising he’s matched Bly’s low tone after it’s too late to correct.

“We can swap after if that’s what you want,” Bly says, and then yawns, nuzzling his face into Fox’s neck.

It’s not worth giving an answer to, so Fox doesn’t.

He’s warm despite the blanket kicked to the end of the bed, Bly a furnace at his back, his wandering hands leaving warm skin in their wake. Bly’s cock in him fuelling a different sort of heat in him.

He won’t think about it. The bed is soft even and the room is dark. They have a few hours yet. It would be nice to sleep. It would be beating Bly at his own game.

Fox’s cock admits defeat and slowly softens again.

It is nice—a solid body behind him, and the easy stretch of being held open around a cock.

It would probably be better if it was anyone but Bly. Thorn would be happy to repeat this. Thorn would just as happily fuck him properly, and he could sleep in the afterglow which would just less nonsense all around.

The door beeps, Cody stepping into Bly’s room like he owns the place.

Bly’s lightning fast, hands tightening on Fox before Fox can wrench himself off Bly’s cock and murder Cody before he even has time to close the door.

“Bly. Ten-ten,” Cody greets, the door sliding shut behind him.

“Did you invite him?” Fox snarls, and almost manages to twist right the way around and off Bly’s cock.

“No, I invited you,” Cody says, shrugging off the jacket of his greys and tossing it onto Bly’s desk, then to Bly adds, “You should have stuffed his mouth up instead.”

“You’re welcome to,” Bly says, petting Fox’s sides like he’s a spooked tooka and not a furious marshal commander.

“Come here and try it,” Fox warns. Like shit Cody is welcome to.

“Have you got something that’ll stop him from biting me?” Cody asks Bly, more of his clothes pulled off and left to spill out across the floor.

“Why would I? He never bites me,” Bly says.

Cody grunts, making the smart choice to not put his cock near Fox’s mouth.

Bly’s petting turns into more deliberate pushes, trying to encourage Fox to settle back down. An elbow backwards isn’t enough to put him off the idea.

The last of Cody’s clothes are abandoned across Bly’s room and naked he slides into the bed next to them. Fox’s traitorous cock is swelling up again hopefully, as if Cody will do anything but make this worse. It does mean he needs to decide between being flush against Bly, Cody, or telling them both to rot and leaving.

He won’t let Cody chase him out.

He goes back down to the mattress, shuffling away from Cody and into Bly. Cody doesn’t follow, letting Fox have his inches of space. Cody does something much worse; he kisses Fox with unforgivable tenderness. Fox bites him. It’s not hard enough to taste blood—pity—but Cody does jerk away, superior facade broken as he glares at Fox.

Bly pinches him. “Stop it, Fox.”

There’s no way to insist that Cody started it without sounding petulant and childish. Out of sight of Bly, Fox bares his teeth.

Cody huffs and doesn’t go back in for another kiss. He stretches out next to Fox and claims the space between them instead.

Cody isn’t hard, not even a little, and that takes all the indigent heat out of Fox.

Cody reaches over him to find Bly, their hands tangling. They don’t put their joined hands on Fox, but Cody’s arm is heavy over him, and they’re pressed up against him on both sides.

Fox softens against Cody’s leg, and Cody doesn’t try to antagonise him over it.

Fox’s thoughts come slower and slower, until they’re thick, heavy things that slip through cursory attempts to catch them. He could—if he wanted to—he could snatch them back with two hands, but it doesn’t seem necessary. Bly’s breathing into his neck, his cock buried deep in Fox but removed from any further demands of his body. Even if Fox’s cock twitches a little every time he drifts too close to dwelling on what this sort of position would usually mean, it lacks real desire.

Fox breathes and Cody’s mouth is almost against his, their foreheads together, their noses brushing. One of them lifts their jaw and they’re kissing again, and this time the sweetness untainted by whatever angle Cody had brought to the bed. Fox keeps his teeth to himself, sucking on Cody’s lip. Maybe if it wouldn't involve moving he would let Cody put his soft cock in his mouth. He could hold it there without sucking on it, just like Bly is filling him without fucking him.

They make do with lazy kisses.

“Told you, you’d like it,” Bly mumbles into his skin, seeking the last word.

Fox is too comfortable to do much about that. 

[a-french-coconut]

Athena x Ares

She looks with disdain at the war unfolding below her.

So much carnage, so much mortality.

Ares must be basking in the bloodbath he created.

Her half-brother unfurls mixed emotions within her being.

What they share in common is what divide them.

Athena is tactical, she is who whispers in the mind of generals about great plans. She stands from afar, away from the front line.

Ares is a soldier on that front line, he is covered in blood while he fights alongside the mortals.

He is brutal, fearless, rushing into combat before she has time to design a plan worthy of victory.

And no matter how much he hates it, he embodies the soldiers who obey the generals she guides.

In the spectrum of war, they stand at the opposite of each other.

Her eyes narrow when she sees him amongst the soldiers.

He is not allowed to mingle on a such level and he knows it.

So does their father, whose punishments are not to deal with slightly.

Ares, the King is watching you.

She sees him stiffen, clearly debating if his soldier's life are worth what awaits him, but he does not vanish from the battlefield.

Ares, you fool, come back on Olympus now !

Her hands grip her spear tightly as dark clouds gather right above her brother who he still standing amongst the mortals.

He will kill them if you stay.

Thunder rumbles, the last warning from their father before he acts on.

Ares disappears in flash and the storm is avoided.

"Why must you always be so defiant ?" She asks to him, feeling his presence behind her.

He shrugs, placing his shield next to her spear, and watches with her the battle.

"They will lose without me." He says, hands gripping the balcony, "it's not fair."

"It's war."

"And yet Father prohibits me from intervening, in my own domain." He snarls, the balcony reduced to dust.

"Our domain," she corrects him, "we both share war in this pantheon, Ares."

He laughs, a mirthless sound showing his blood stained teeth.

"Your definition of war is pathetic."

Anger rises in her as she turns to face him.

"I'm not the one relishing in carnage and blood."

She takes a step forward, fury boiling in her at the insult.

"If one of us is pathetic, Ares, it's you." She snarls, ignoring the clenching of his jaw, "Unable to control your very domain. And do not forget that your precious soldiers are my generals' pawns to move as they see fit."

His red eyes flash, an aura of rage glowing around him as he refuses to back down and also gets closer.

"You call me bloodthirsty but do you even hear yourself ?" He hisses. "Calling them pawns, as if they are mere objects to move around !"

"You're a hypocrite Athena, a prideful goddess boasting about protecting heroes when in reality you send to die the real heroes."

He's screaming at her, towering over her as his divine essence shows.

"I can't believe I spent the last eons loving you !" He roars, whole body trembling with fury.

His words are a shock, a spear piercing her heart.

He is silent, tense and looking everywhere but her.

She waits for him to back track, to justify himself but he stubbornly doesn't say anything.

"You-"

"Yes." He cuts her, "I love you." he repeats with a certain sadness and resignation.

"You can't imagine how much I hated myself for it." He chuckles bitterly, "to love you as you embody everything I stand against, the massacre of soldiers as if they didn't matter, the generals safe in their bunkers are they watch, not a drop of blood staining their clothes."

"Ares," she says with caution, "I have sworn an oath of virginity, one I take very seriously and that I don't intend to break-"

"I never expected from you to do so." He sighs, picking up his shield. "Love doesn't have to be carnal, in my eyes at least."

"I... I wouldn't have expected that from you."

"I stopped trying to impress you a long time ago." He shrugs, "There was no point in trying when I already knew you despised me for what I represent."

Ares gives her a bitter smile, tinted with sadness.

"Nobody loves war, after all."

Her mind is in a frenzy, trying to compute his words and the fact that he's leaving.

She is unprepared for the yearn in her heart when she sees him leave.

They stand at the opposites of war.

What's that phrase Aphrodite rants about every time an unlikely couple is formed ?

Opposites attract.

"I do." She whispers, "I love war."

Somehow, the wind carries her words and Ares stops walking.

When he turns, there is a vulnerability she has never seen in his eyes.

"I'm not one of your pawn, Athena," he warns her, "if this is a game for you, don't even try to include me."

"It's not a game," she says firmly, "I do feel something for you."

She gets closer to him, since he is glued to his spot.

"We are both patrons of the same domain," she reasons, "it is natural for us to have a special bond."

"As long as you respect my vows, I am ready to love you Ares. And I suppose we can still have demigods children."

"You don't mind that I sleep with mortal women ?" He asks surprised, "or men ?"

"As long as it purely physical, no."

Quick as the wind, she conjures her spear and place it under his throat.

"Should you dare break those conditions while you are with me, you will regret it I assure you." She threatens him.

Ares only smiles, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Is fighting going to be our love language ?" He conjures his own spear and shield, deflecting her attack.

Athena takes a defensive stance, waiting for Ares to make the first move.

"I hope you don't mind losing." She taunts him.

"Not against you."

She rolls her eyes, even though she blushes, and block with Aegis Ares' strike.

"How do you think our family is going to take the news ?" She asks him, making a jab at his unprotected side.

"I think Artemis is going to kill me." He groans, dodging her spear.

"I won't let her." She slams him with her shield, sending him on the ground.

He kicks her, making her lost balance and falling too as he gets up.

He is stronger than her physically, but she is more strategic.

Instead of trying to get up, she grabs him and pulls him down.

He is too surprised to respond when she kisses him.

It's quick, just long enough for her to straddle him and place a knife under his throat.

"I win." She says smugly.

He doesn't respond, still dazed.

"Men, all it takes is a kiss." She scoffs, getting up.

"We should fight more often." He offers, still on the ground.

"And we will," she answers, amused, "but right now, we have a meeting to attend. Get up."

When they enter the room at the same time, Aphrodite blows a kiss to Athena, the goddess of love squealing quietly, earning herself a weird look from Artemis.

[depravitycentral]

ty for making some of these boys virgins 😭 its a peeve when they try to justify characters being these sex gods when majority of these anime boys have never held a girl's hand in canon. Like you can be a virgin and still know how to fuck/dom but soooo many girls dont get that so they keyhole these men into being hedonistic. Like no hate to them but thats so ooc - nyways i really love your work and immersion! <3

Yes yes yes! That's a bit of a pet peeve for me too, though I understand why other authors do it! Especially in the context of yanderes, where they're supposed to be intimidating and all-consuming and suffocating.

That's not to say that there aren't characters out there who are sex gods - they're few and far between but they do exist, through a combination of experience and raw, natural talent. (And, more often than not, a bit of luck, too.)

Plus, the depth of their feelings for you and the intense, pathetic desire to please you certainly doesn't deter them from trying their best every time they get you naked and spread out before them.

Let's discuss!!

Some are simply experienced enough to know what most women like. It's not a matter of raw ability but rather that they've had enough partners to know what to do - and, more importantly, what not to do. Trial and error has led to them having a pretty consistent routine they undergo in order to get their partner off, knowing that they should spend a while with their tongue against your clit or thumbs brushing against your nipples in order to get you fully ready, often even giving you an orgasm before they get to the main event. Fucking you is good, better than any woman they've been with, but your body is more or less the same as theirs's - except, they're trying even harder with you, putting to use every scrap of information they've learned and observed from every sexual encounter they've had. Their ultimate goal is to turn you into a moaning, shaking mess, and they're quick to adapt to whatever seems to get you feeling best.

The biggest concern with this category, however, is that they tend to be a little overconfident - because they feel they have a wealth of experience, they aren't especially open to criticism or advice. They'll adapt to you, sure, but don't tell them they're doing something wrong, or that something other women have loved doesn't actually feel all that good. Don't insult their skills, because while they no longer care if their past partners enjoyed their time together, it still stings their pride. Instead of listening to your advice, they'll choose to keep going - doing the thing you claim to dislike more and more and more, feverishly trying to convince you that it feels good, you're just not opening yourself up for the opportunity to feel good, that's all. Really, you should be more receptive - after all, they know what they're doing, and do you? Do you really?

A few yanderes that come to mind fitting this category include Koutarou Bokuto, who, despite still having some misconceptions about the female body (he gets terminology mixed up mostly, confusing your clit for your vulva and so on, making any moaned directions aimed at him difficult to follow), has always been able to show his partners a good time. Besides, even if he underperforms, those biceps and muscular thighs normally have women overlooking any of his flaws.

Hizashi Yamada, similarly, always leaves his hookups smiling, making sex a generally pleasant, satisfying experience. Though, no matter how good his skill with his tongue or cock is, his incessant talking throughout the process can leave some late nights turning a bit sour. It can ruin the mood, sometimes, and while there are times when you find his excessive praising and moans of fuck baby and love it when you take me so well hot, most of the time they just deter you from truly losing yourself in the moment. (He always sounds too awed - he's not growling these things or saying them with much of a dominant lilt, rather just warbling and genuinely praising you, which can sometimes leave you feeling a bit uncomfortable.)

Shalnark, when he's trying, can be a great lover - he's especially tuned in to his partner's emotions and reactions to his touch, but the trouble with him is his effort level. Of course, he's in love with you, scarily so, but sometimes he can be a bit selfish, and chooses to take the easy way out and just whip out the vibtrator rather than manually finish you off. This tends to happen when you've been putting on an attitude or you haven't been especially receptive to his affection, and it's in moments like these where Shalnark's pettiness shows itself. You won't hug him or snuggle with him in bed? Then why should he fuck you into an orgasm? But when he does care, well, it almost makes up for all those times he taps out after he comes. Almost.

Some have learned that they do one thing particularly well, and are humble enough to recognize that they should focus on that. As much as they wish they were as well rounded and talented at everything between the sheets, they each have one tried and true weapon that they can use in a pinch to make sure the sex ends on a good note. It's very dependent on the yandere, but they have some redeeming trait that always comes in to save the day, something that can normally get you gasping and trembling if they work at it long enough. Unless they're particularly pent up (or particularly desperate to show you how good they can make you feel), they tend to try and utilize other methods of pleasuring you before they fall back and rely on their specialty. It's more of a confidence thing than anything else, because while they're grateful that they have something to offer you, they want to improve their skills in other areas so that they don't need to rely on just eating you out or rubbing at your clit or fucking you senseless. They just want to be good for you, really, but when they get desperate, they'll always transition to the one thing they know will work.

The one thing that deters this category from being desirable is that in-between period when they're trying new things out. Often, it's not super successful; they're really good at only one thing for a reason, and while it's not necessarily bad when they try to mix things up, it's certainly not going to leave you breathless and wanting more. They just don't have the proper experience (or experience where they were aiming for pleasuring their partner rather than just themselves) to really feel confident and sure of themselves when they're trying something new, and it translates into the way they always hesitate just a bit, or the way they go either way too slow or way too fast. Eventually, though, they'll always return to their fail safe, so it doesn't matter too much - just be patient and get through their attempts, and you'll be rewarded.

Tetsurou Kuroo, while certainly not being a sex god, is remarkably quite talented with his tongue. He's got very good control, and is able to make very precise movements, especially when they're preformed against your clit. He actually really loves to eat you out because he really, really likes the way your cunt smells, but he's always wanted to get better at actually fucking you, because all those fantasies he's harbored since the very beginning of his obsession with you almost always involve you coming undone on his cock. His thumb isn't as talented as his tongue, though, and so even if he rubs it while he's pounding into you, he'll always have to finish you off with his mouth. (At least he gets to taste the intoxicating mix of your slick and his cum - a sign that at least he made you feel a little good.)

Enji Todoroki is the opposite of Tetsurou - he's had lots of practice with actually fucking, and his hips and thighs have enough muscle that he can spend hours rutting into you at the same pace, angle and force, effectively battering your poor pussy in the best way possible. He's pretty receptive about following whatever set of those three factors you like best (though he shines best when he's fucking you nice and slow, deeply and meaningfully when he's got you folded up in a mating press), and while he does prefer being inside you over everything else, he desperately, desperately wants to get good at going down on you. He'd never really bothered when he was Rei, but with he actually wants to taste you, and the thought of you creaming all over his face (or, even more, squirting on his face) is enough to get him half hard in an instant, licking his lips and spreading your legs before you can even protest.

Phinks Magcub has thick, sturdy fingers, callouses dotting them and a few scars left from particularly nasty fights. He's got good stamina and can spend long periods of time moving his fingers the exact way you like them, never tiring of feeling how warm and spongy your walls are, always with a flush on his cheeks and the slightest bit of awe in his eye when he looks at you. He likes fingering you, watching you fall apart for him when he grinds the heel of his palm against your sensitive little clit, but he really wants to learn how to make you come on his cock, because there's nothing more intimate to him than the idea of him fucking you well enough to make you flutter around him. He knows most women can't come from penetration alone, but he's nursing the hope that maybe, if he gets good enough, you'll become one of those few.

Some possess natural ability between the sheets, even if they don't have all that much experience. It's like they intuitively know what to do, how to move their bodies in ways that get women moaning and gasping. Part of it is because they're good at observing, diligently watching the expressions of their partners and making note of what gets them grasping at the sheets the hardest, or what makes them clench down the tightest. It's more methodical than anything else, but the end result is the same. They almost always get their partners to orgasm, through sheer determination and attention to detail.

The one unfortunate side to this category is that they're the kind that care most about actually making you feel good - to the point where they will force the sex to continue, not willing to stop eating you out or fingering you until you're making a mess and whimpering their name, for better or for worse. It's almost disturbing, their eagerness and commitment to getting you off, and while you're grateful that they care so much about making sure you enjoy yourself, there's something genuinely unsettling about it. When all is said and done they tend to look worse off than you, their faces bright red and slick smeared all over their lips and chin, a small smile sitting on their lips that feels out of place with how swollen and puffy said lips are. But they're trying, and it's the thought that counts, right? Besides, at least you have something to look forward to when they slowly pull down your pants.

Keiji Akaashi is a wonderful example of this; he loves the way you respond to his fingers, how you bite your lip and keen his name, voice all airy and gaspy as he curls them just right, making you see stars. He's committed to you, and while his skills weren't particularly strong in the beginning of your 'relationship', Keiji is a quick learner and was able to pick up on exactly what you liked pretty fast. He's a little unnerving when he's concentrating, though, because he's deadly silent and just staring at your cunt, a combination that leaves you squirming in more than just pleasure.

Pakunoda is another one who possesses some natural talent in the bedroom - she takes everything slow and really takes her time with you, always making sure to draw out every sensation that she can, just because she wants you feeling the full breadth of pleasure she's offering you. She doesn't mind long, drawn-out session, even preferring them, and so while it takes a long time (sometimes long enough for you to consider just calling it quits), she'll eventually get you off. She just likes to be meticulous about it.

Shouta Aizawa is basically a virgin when he develops his infatuation with you, having only slept with one or two women when Hizashi and Nemuri take him out drinking and he indulges just a little too much. He makes up for it, though, because he's quite talented with his tongue, and he's good at holding back his own pleasure and delaying his orgasm until you've reached yours, elongating the sex and making it so that you have enough time to actually let the pleasure build to the point of spilling over. He refuses to come first, and while sometimes it happens despite his best effort, he's got a strong sense of determination and will get you moaning his name and gushing all over him.

But, quite frankly, managing to qualify as one of the categories listed is not an honor most yanderes get to enjoy. Most are fine, thoroughly average in bed, maybe managing to make you come without the aid of a toy sometimes, but there's not a whole lot of consistency.

Others, however, are especially dismal; sex with them probably isn't something you look forward to too much, because while it can feel good, more often than not it's fun for about five minutes and then you're ready for it to be over. Not that you'd tell them that, though - not if you value whatever semblance of freedom you've managed to ascertain, and especially not if you value your ability to walk normally the next day. (They'll substitute in fucking you hard for fucking you well, which, as expected, doesn't have the results they wish for.)

Some are fully, utterly convinced that they are in fact a sex god - despite their shortcomings. Maybe it's a result of previous partners lying and building their confidence, or based on total delusions, or even a stubborn bit of pride unwilling to let them believe they could fail at something. Regardless, it leaves them in a position where they only sort of understand what they need to do in order to get you feeling good - there's an attempt, most of the time, but they normally don't have the patience or stamina to last long enough to reach your orgasm. They'll just be finding a good rhythm when they're fucking you, rolling their hips just right, before deciding that it might be better to flip you over, or that the angle is starting to kill their back and they need to change it up. Honestly, it's frustrating more than anything else - you're always so close, before it's snatched away from you without a care.

Tomura Shigaraki, unfortunately, is a victim of this mindset. He's watched enough porn to feel like he's got a good, general grip on what should happen during sex, fully believing that while some of what he's watched is obviously fake (he's not stupid - he knows how difficult and unlikely getting a girl to squirt is, even though he'd kill to get you squirting for him), he's picked up tips on the more realistic aspects of porn. (He hasn't, and it doesn't work - jackhammering into you like a rabbit doesn't have the affects he's expecting, because instead of moaning his name and gushing around his cock like all those pornstars do, you just seem to wince and beg him to slow down.)

Nobunaga Hazama, too, can't seem to fully grasp the fact that he isn't the best sexual partner. He tends to get overly excited, always eager to see the way you're responding to his touch, and the moment your expression or voice lulls in any way, he's moving on to the next thing he can do to get you screaming his name, even when the new thing is the exact opposite of what you need to get off. He just doesn't really have the patience to successfully make you come most of the time, and even if you gently correct him, he'll just shush you, telling you with conviction that it'll feel good soon, that he knows what makes you feel good, so you just need to sit back and take it.

Yuuji Terushima is simply too hyperactive and excited when he's in bed with you to stay focused on one thing at a time - similarly to Nobunaga, you'll be constantly changing positions or switching from fucking to grinding to oral and back again to really make any progress towards your orgasm. The one thing Yuuji has going for him, though, is that he actually does possess skills in the bedroom - he is genuinely good at going down on you, that damn tongue piercing always adding an extra layer of stimulation and making your head spin. He's good at aiming when he's fucking you, and it's his only saving grace - if you go at it for long enough, you may end up managing to come, but it's never a guarantee.

Some are just too unsure of their skills, and it's reflected in the way that they can't commit to one single thing. Frankly, they're not even that bad at touching you - they don't suck, often just the opposite, but their lack of experience and confidence between the sheets leads to fleeting touches and lots of unsure, half-hearted attempts at making you feel good. They don't expect you to be able to come from just a few thrusts of their fingers inside your gooey, warm cunt, but when you don't, it still doesn't make them feel any better. They're overwhelmed, frankly, and they feel such intense pressure to make sure that everything is perfect that they end up floundering, too scared to choose one single thing (fingering you, eating you out, fucking you, or even just grinding against you) and see it through to fruition. They're just nervous - it's palpable, really, and with time you can slowly coax them into feeling more confident and comfortable, but they'll never be able to fully shake the feeling that they're not good enough to really satisfy you in bed. It's sad, more than anything, and the longer you let the problem go unaddressed, the harder improving their skills will be.

Machi Komacine is afraid of intimacy, and because she herself relies quite heavily on toys whenever she gets in the mood to get herself off, her own fingers aren't too used to the motions and movements required to properly touch you. She hasn't had to sink her fingers inside herself for years, really, always replacing them with the pink plastic vibrator or dildo, but she's much too embarrassed to admit that to you. (Though, she's even more embarrassed to actually try and learn/practice on you - poor Machi, because she's even too emotionally closed off to properly discuss it with you.)

Kei Tsukishima, in his defense, is scared that he'll hurt you. He's got this unreasonable worry that he's not good enough for you, and while he hides this well in how he interacts with you, it becomes very obvious the moment that either of you are naked and yearning for each other's touch. He's just very unsure, and the weight of knowing that he could displease you or leave you unsatisfied leaves him wanting to just not even bother trying, too pessimistic to see a solution in which he'll actually manage to make you come.

Shuichi Iguchi, similarly to Kei, fears hurting you, but he's more crippled by the knowledge that he's never intimately touched someone before, and the omnipresent paranoia eating at him that wonders how you could ever find him attractive. He's too scared of your rejection to really put himself into a situation where he can put his 100% effort into anything sexual with you, so for now he'll settle with fingering you for a few moments, then kissing you (his fingers having slipped out), then simply pressing his cock against your folds, unmoving, just feeling.

So really, there's a whole variety of bedroom skills - it's more about the combination of your specific likes and dislikes in bed alongside their strengths (or lack thereof) that decides whether the sex is good. But, quite frankly, it doesn't really matter - the likelihood of you being able to escape any of the yanderes listed above is quite low, and gets even lower when you consider whether they'd be able to track you down and snatch you up again. So really, it doesn't matter whether they're a sex god or not - you'll never be sleeping with another person in your life, and they sure as hell won't either.

(Thanks for the ideas anon! This style ask is always fun to answer! I hope this doesn't set off your ick about pigeonholing characters as sex gods - they aren't perfect, I promise!)

[saratinz]

Maneater (Chapter 4)

pairing ➩ Ex!Bucky Barnes x Promiscuous!Reader (College AU)

series warnings ➩ drinking, asshole!Bucky, enemies to lovers, exes to lovers, love triangle, smut, slut shaming, cursing

chapter warnings ➩ drinking, cursing, slut shaming, smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk

synopsis ➩ Y/n fucks up, again.

word count ➩ 1.9k

a/n ➩ this is the first time I have ever written smut

How could he not have told you that he was a virgin? Oh my god, you just fucked a virgin. It was his first time and you wouldn’t have been so rough if you would have known. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. “Y/n?” Steve interrupts your breakdown.

“I have to go.” He doesn’t stop you as you get dressed and practically run out of his apartment. When you get outside, you almost vomit. How could he do that to you?

After going on a fifteen minute walk heading in no particular direction, you spot your escape, Thor’s frat. You make your way inside, smiling as you hear the comforting sound of horrible pop music and drunken shenanigans. A few minutes and five shots later, you spot Thor and wave him over. He stops talking to his friend and makes his way to you. With very minimal thinking, you grab his neck and push your tongue into his mouth. He gladly reciprocates, and for a single uninterrupted minute, you forget about everything. It’s pure bliss, that is until you hear a familiar voice, Bucky, and feel as he drags you down the frat’s hallway.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, James?” You ask, poison laced in your tone. Maybe kissing Thor wasn’t the best way to deal with your uncomfortable emotions, but it was helping goddamnit. He leads you to an empty room, and makes quick work of closing and locking the door.

“No, what the fuck do you think you’re doing, Y/n? You are just so frustrating. You can’t just run away and sabotage something because you’re bored or scared or whatever.”

“He didn’t tell me he was a virgin. He waited until after the sex to tell me that very vital piece of information. I’m freaking the fuck out.”

“God, so you found the best guy on campus and couldn’t handle that he waited for someone he really liked. And for some odd reason it’s you, so you make a scene, doing what you always do.”

“And what’s that, James?”

“You go and whore yourself out.” You gasp out of pure shock. Unfortunately, the degradation goes straight to your core. You sick fuck. Why must the most fucked up insults make you horny? Whatever, you’re still furious.

“Says the biggest whore of them all, are you forgetting what you did to me?”

“Oh boohoo, poor Y/n, still heartbroken after two years of drinking and fucking everyone.” This man has got a real big ego. All you want to do right now is crush it. You want to crush him.

“Oh you really think I have feelings for you. You’re truly self-obsessed, holy shit.”

“No, sweetie, I just know things. I know that you don’t deserve Steve, you are a piece of trash that everybody is fucking tired of.” He starts walking towards you, and he doesn’t stop until your back hits the locked door. His hands rest on the piece of wood, on either side of your head. Are you really getting off on this? “People like us, we deserve the worst. At least I know that though, you’re out here thinking you’re worth something. You’re just a…” You cut him off by putting your lips on his. It takes a couple seconds before he starts to kiss you back. Once he gets going though, he is as rough with his mouth as he was with his words. Without even a simple warning, he sticks his tongue down your throat. After another brief period of bliss, he removes himself from your mouth and pushes up the hem of your dress, revealing your lacy thong. You let out a whimper as he moves his head down to your neck, sucking bruises into your soft skin. 

“Fuck, what are you, 15? Steve’s gonna see these.” 

“Are you really thinking about him, right now.” He asks possessively. “Whatever, let Steve know the real you. The pathetic slut that everyone, except him, sees. I’ll make sure he notices how you walk all funny, make sure he knows someone fucked you better than he ever could. Because whores like you are never satisfied with what the nice guy has to offer. No, you need to be ruined to feel good.” You don’t even bother talking back, knowing the more you fight, the longer it will take to get him inside you. And right now, you need him. “You want me to fuck you nice and hard?” He asks, anxiously waiting for your consent.

“Yes, Bucky.” As soon as you say it, he hooks his arms around your thighs and lifts you up. You finally reconnected your lips in a passionate fight for control. He wins of course, but you gave it a shot. He moves backwards toward the bed, never disengaging from your swollen lips. When his knees hit the frame, he sits down with you straddling him. His hands land on your hips, grinding you against his clothed erection. He grasps your dress once more, pulling it all the way over your head this time.

“Fuck, forgot about these perfect tits of yours.” You’re a moaning mess as he leans down to suck more hickeys, this time on your chest. “You remember who you belong to, baby?” You don’t plan on playing his game, but he forces out a ‘you , only you’  when he slaps your thigh harshly. “That’s right sweetheart, you can go out and hook up with any random douchebag, but you will always be my perfect little slut.” You are soaked from his filthy words. Finally, he takes his shirt off and allows you to caress his muscles that you missed so dearly. He rips your panties apart forcefully, and lifts you up to turn around and toss you on your back. His hands pull you forward until you’re right at the edge of the bed. You almost die seeing him get on his knees for you. He pushes two fingers inside your starving cunt. You moan loudly as he sets a brutal pace, brushing your g-spot with ease every single time he enters you.

“Fuck you’re dripping. What a fucking whore. Getting this wet from me calling you all sorts of nasty names.” He states, almost impressed with himself for getting you ready so fast. “You’re going to be a good girl and cum on my tongue.” With that, he licks your clit. His mouth brings you to heaven, just like how it used to. He’s giving you the best head of your life, but you’re so needy all you can think about is his cock. 

“Buck, wan’ you inside me,” You whine. He sucks on your clit one last time before he disconnects his tongue and fingers. He stares directly into your eyes as he puts his digits in his mouth and sucks off all of your juices. He looks like an Adonis as he stands above you. In a matter of seconds his joggers and boxers are off, and you’re flipped onto your hands and knees. 

He slides his length along your slit. “I told you to cum on my tongue, didn’t I?” He slaps his hand across your ass. You cry out, mumbling incoherently, waiting to get spanked, used, or anything Bucky wants, because right now, in this moment, you are truly his. Finally, he enters your tight heat. You don’t even realize you’re crying because your pussy is filled to the brim. Once you adjust to his length, the man behind you shows no mercy, pushing in and out of you like his life depends on it. You’re screaming from the penetration, so Bucky grabs your throat. “You don’t want the party to hear your pathetic cries, do you?” You tighten around him. “Oh my god, you do. You want everyone to know you belong to me, that this sweet cunt is getting ruined by the guy you hate, don’t ya?” 

“Please, can I cum?” You’re sobbing and so weak you fall to your elbows.

“Yes, sweetheart, go all dumb on my dick.” You let yourself release, the intensity of your orgasm is like nothing you have ever felt before. “That’s right baby, yep, cum on my cock.” He keeps fucking you, the overstimulation delicious and brutal at the same time. “I’m gonna fuck you brainless.” You cry out and turn onto your back when he pulls out. Quickly, you find yourself in the same position as you were with Steve, just half an hour ago. Except this time you’re not in control, Bucky is ruthlessly rutting his hips into yours from below. Your hands find purchase on his chest. 

“Are you gonna let me fill you up?” All you can manage is a pathetic ‘yes’ , he grunts at your response. “Alright doll, I’m so close.” 

“Cum f’me Bucky.” You push him over the edge, and he paints your walls white. You can’t even pull him out of you before you collapse on top of him, heavy breathing apparent as tears start to fill your eyes once again. 

“It’s okay doll, I’m right here.” He holds you tight, not daring to let go and leave you again.

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What the fuck did you just do? Your breathing heavy beside the man who took your virginity all those years ago. Suddenly, you feel very sober. “This was a mistake.”

“Want me to walk you home?” 

“Umm, sure.” After a few minutes, the two of you are dressed and ready to go on the most awkward trek that either of you would ever experience. You two walk in complete silence, hoping that saying nothing will say everything to the other. Hoping the quiet will tell the other that this was a one time thing, and it will never ever happen again. You need to clear some things up though.

“Y’know, I don’t think I deserve Steve either, but he likes me. Im not going to keep fucking myself over. I may not be perfect, I may step on a few toes, but at least I try. I’m a decent person, you’re just an asshole. You really got what you deserved with Natasha.” He stays silent. 

After an agonizing five minutes, you finally find yourselves at home. Without a single word, you walk into Steve’s room. 

“Y/n, I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, I really fucked up. Can you please give me another chance?”

“It’s okay, Steve. I overreacted. Just the idea of ruining your first time was something I couldn’t deal with at first.”

“Just so you know, I will never regret what we did. I really like you,” he lowers his voice, “And I really like having sex with you.” You couldn’t be more relieved. Knowing how he feels was exactly what you needed. 

“Steve I have to tell you something.” You are prepared to give him the news of your shameful night with his best friend, but you can’t bring yourself to say it, because you know it will break his heart. “I really like you too.” He envelopes you in his arms, bringing warmth to what has recently felt like a cold, dead heart. You pull back slightly, getting on your tip-toes to give him a peck. You figure the guilt will slowly fade, and you allow yourself to lay beside the man you just withheld the truth from.

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[holylulusworld]

TW: Anon hate

Dear pathetic anon in my inbox,

thank you for the laughter.😂😂😂 I really needed that.

I don’t know why you're having a problem with protected sex in fanfic (seriously??) ... but okay... 🤐 Being dumb is not a crime, I guess ... harassing people on the other hand is a crime...

Try and touch some grass yourself.

I never got cheated on in my life. It’s called imagination. My blog also mentions AB/O and I'm not an omega... And you should decide whether you believe I'm an old virgin or if my husband has cheated on me and my stinky pussy (she smells great by the way). You can’t have it all.🙃

An advice for the next time you want to send someone hate to criticize their writing and insult them:

The first thing you need to do is learn how to write a proper sentence.

Don’t send them word vomit. It is essential to use punctuation marks as well as capital and small initial letters.

If you hate my stories so much, simply stay off my blog and read something else.

It's not that hard acting like a decent person on the internet.

All you have to do is scroll past something you don't like.

[littlemissidontcare]

Considering that she's about to be the longest known relationship, the idea that she doesn't "live up to his exes for him", is pure coping. Yall can dislike her while accepting that his actions don't align with your feelings about her whatsoever. Like no offense, but you know you lost when you need to resort to ageism and insulting looks constantly. She doesn't need to be hot nor young in order for him to want her and stay with her.

I’ve had a long day of being extremely diplomatic toward people who didn’t deserve my patience or kindness, so forgive me for sounding like a raging cunt when I say that the only one coping here is you. He looks like he’s smelling rotting fish every time she’s next to him and no, that is not an exaggeration. He refuses to touch her or look at her with any love or respect. Two years of dirty looks and uncomfortable body language pale in comparison to one year of smiles, affection, and contentment. And if I’m not mistaken, he was with Leighton for nearly three years. Annabelle just has some great lawyers, and Seb is too infatuated with his career to find a woman he actually feels compelled to treat nicely. You can say I’m coping, but what we saw in Cannes was not a loving couple, it was two people forcing something that has never been present. I’m sorry you feel the need to defend something that has never really been worth defending, but you should really stop wasting your time. He could marry her and I wouldn’t bat an eye. I’ve seen all I need to see. You will never convince me that he likes her or, given the choice, he’d have spent the past two years with someone else. Time and time, again, they’ve been outed for being an arrangement. And the more we see from them, the more that information is solidified for me. You can call me delusional, you can say I’m coping, they’re not normal, they’re not private. I’d barely call them friends.

You can throw your accusations of ageism at me, too. I don’t care. The fact that you’re coming up with these responses to every ask that dares to say something unsavory about a d-list failed actor who has less personality than polyester is a little pathetic. Everyone from your echo chamber is the same: you all play the misogyny or ageism card when you don’t know what else to say. If anything, you’re just showing your asses by projecting what you think is wrong with her on us. Margarita Levieva is 3 years older than Annabelle. She is a goddess in comparison. I’m not asking for Seb to be with something who’s twenty and a virgin, I’m simply saying that Annabelle is a shitty person who also happens to be unattractive. As someone who sees how grossed out he seems to be when he’s around her, I don’t see it ending well.

Also, to be frank, I’ve exhausted my logical arguments because your camp doesn’t have the capacity to absorb them. At this point, as I said, I believe what I believe based on hard evidence. I make fun of her looks because it’s funny watching a crappy person’s outsides grow to match her insides.

The only reason why you vouch as hard as you do for her is because Alejandra was her predecessor.

Had she shown up with Ale never having been in the equation, a lot of y’all might be willing to see what the rest of us do. Instead, you choose to place the bar in the ground because she’s an armchair activist who knows exactly what to hide so her fellow armchair activists will worship her. She plays the PR game very well, I’ll give her that much. You’ve clearly fallen for it.

[codiecoda]

River - Lex Luthor/Slade Wilson

Slade accidentally makes Alex cry and regrets it

[Drabble Prompt: Cry me a river.]

There was no denying that the relationship between them has always been rather antagonizing, with them constantly throwing insults back and forth, but every now and again, things would be taken too far with insults bordering on that of verbal abuse. There was no doubt that Slade had a bad habit of taking things too far with the insults, with that being something that had happened recently between him and Alex. He has never intended for things to get so out of hand, but they have.

The two of them had been going back and forth for hours with things looking like they might be heading towards sex, but the assassin managed to fuck that up by degrading the scientist in ways he knew would hurt him. It was something he was used to doing to others, especially those he hated. He wasn't considering the impact of his words, and to think he was doing this over being called desperate, which wasn't even wrong in the first place with the way he had come down there in hopes of getting some ass.

“You could be nicer towards me, especially when you're coming down here to ask me to sleep with you.” Alex acknowledged, his voice clearly displaying how hurt he felt in that moment. “I thought you said my inexperience wasn't an issue and that you liked me that way?”

“That is something I say in order to make you feel better because if you really want to know the truth, I view you as kind of pathetic. You should be lucky that I'm as desperate as I am because if I wasn't, you would still be that sad little virgin that was considering the idea of building something to love him because no human ever could. I mean, look at you.. I'm doing all the work here, and you don't even express appreciation.” Slade argued, taking notice of how his words seemed to break the scientist in ways he didn't intend. “Alex, are you seriously crying right now? I was just messing around—”

“Stop— Please stop.. I want you to stop.” Alex practically begged with his voice coming out broken, pulling away from the assassin when he attempted to comfort him. “I said leave me alone!”

“Cry me a river.. You're seriously overreacting here. We have been going back and forth with insults towards one another all day and—” Slade complained, immediately being silenced when the scientist threw a beaker of chemicals at him that shattered when it connected with the wall. “Alex..?”

Slade was well aware of the fact that Alex had never been the type to lash out, but this remark caused him to throw acid at the man he loved. It was so shocking that Slade kind of stood there for a moment watching Alex as he calmed himself and took in exactly what he had tried to do.

“I'm sorry.. I was messing around, and I hadn't meant to take things that far. I'm really sorry, okay?” Slade immediately apologized, taking notice of how the scientist seemed to look over his beakers of chemicals as though he was considering doing it again. “Alex, could you please forgive me?”

“I don't think I like this game very much. I would never say something like that to you, and believe me, I certainly could.” Alex recognized, wrapping his arms around himself as the assassin approached him. “I hope you realize that a robot wouldn't hurt me like you hurt me and that I can always replace you with a metal version.. I already have a simulation of you designed.”

“I would make a pretty good robot and a sexy simulation.” Slade noted, pulling the scientist into his arms in an effort to apologize further. “I'm really sorry. I really am sorry.”

“You're certainly going to be sorry.” Alex argued, shoving the assassin down on his table before binding his hands together. “I'm going to make you sorry.”

Though the assassin knew never to take things that far again, he had to admit the sex he received from breaking him in such a way was absolutely phenomenal. He loved seeing Alex in such a way. It was amazing.

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